Looking back, the battle above the clan wall did not stop because of his outburst. The birds continued to repeat the action of throwing the beasts, and the fight continued.

But the difference is that there are many more people on top of the clan wall at some point.

These people are all in black robes and black armor, all of them are surrounded by blood and energy, and they are all lore in swinging swords and swords.

And the middle-aged man who stopped him was one of them.

"Medium grade blood coagulation! Ouyang Ting saw the two silver marks on the chest of the black-armored man, and this was the second time he had seen this mark.

The first time was on the black-armored samurai who picked him up.

Ouyang Ting was stunned when he heard this, feeling the soreness coming from his body, and he was surprised to find that his originally somewhat vain qi and blood had become much more condensed.

"Don't look at it, you kid is all right, you almost killed me!" said the weak chicken angrily as if he had been abused to the point of prostration.

Along the way, Ouyang Ting went on a rampage, and the beasts who were killed by him or by others were all unintentionally dragged and sucked by him without exception.

The human race has never had such a precedent for directly absorbing the essence and blood of the beast race, and can only transform the power in the beast crystal to cultivate step by step.

He is not the first to mess around like him! But such a bold attempt is only the ending of exploding and dying, without exception!

Even if he had Vermilion Bird Essence Blood, he would not naturally reject the blood of the Beast Clan, but his three-plate axe kung fu had not yet reached the standard of complete assimilation.

Therefore, in order to help him channel his blood qi and prevent his blood vessels from bursting and dying, this weak chicken who was already weak as a chicken was really tired enough.

I couldn't get up in one breath, and became the first four-elephant beast in history to be exhausted to death....

"I'm sorry, I'll go back. Ouyang Xi's breath calmed down a little, and he stood up with a fire fork and hugged the man.

The man didn't stop him, nodded and let the kid turn away.

"But don't let anything happen!" his heart hung high as he ran.

The battle was fierce on the walls of the clan, and the clan soldiers collapsed everywhere. He could only pray in his heart that his people would be lucky, at least, not to run into spirit beasts again.

After a while, Ouyang Ting finally rushed back to where his clan was.

Fortunately, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Although the battle has not stopped, the addition of the black armor samurai has prevented the casualties here from rising again.

There were orc corpses lying everywhere in the corridor, and not many of the clansmen fell, and most of them were only injured and struggling, and there was no terrible scene of corpses all over the field.

"Uncle Ping!" Ouyang Ting stepped forward to help Ouyang Ping sweep away the brute beast that was entangled with him and shouted.

"Thunder, you're back. Ouyang Ping was overjoyed when he returned.

"Xiao Ting!" The surrounding clansmen also showed joy.

Ouyang Ting didn't know that his madness before completely shocked everyone on this clan wall, including Chen Feng, who was commanding from the tube tower.

What kind of eyes are they! Chen Feng stood on a high place and looked deeply at the young man who was only an adult.

The blood-red eyes that wanted to be devoured left a deep impression on his heart. If you can, you should write a letter to the clan.

Even if this young man stays at the awakening level in this life, he is still at the level of the awakening bloodline, which is the most terrifying existence in the clan!

"They are..."Ouyang Ting couldn't help but wonder when he saw those black-armored warriors crushing and slashing the brute beasts.

"Martial Pavilion belongs!" Although almost all of those warriors were in their twenties and thirties, this did not affect Ouyang Ping from casting a respectful gaze at them.

Wu Ge... Another new term appeared in Ouyang Ting's mind.

"Peace is good. Ouyang Ting pretended to smile lightly. Although, there are three clansmen lying on the ground and never moving again...

"Thanks to the Holy Clan archer. Ouyang Ping nodded, and Ouyang Ting rushed out like crazy.

Before the people of Wuge arrived, the strong bow in the hands of the Zhang archer didn't know how many clansmen who were almost in distress.

Ouyang Ting raised his eyes and saw that the brute beasts raging on the clan wall had been almost wiped out by the black-armored warriors of the Martial Pavilion at this moment.

The rest of the beasts instinctively sensed fear, and jumped off the high clan wall.

The archer from the Holy Clan was panting with his bow and arrow against the wall with his back, and it seemed that the sudden arrival of the Orc Clan had also tired him a lot.

When the black-armored warriors saw that the battle was over, they put their swords back into their sheaths one by one and poked their heads out to look under the wall.

The birds and beasts had already receded, and the countless beast shadows under the wall also slowly shrank in a roar, but they disappeared into the shadow of the dense forest in a moment.

Of course, they didn't forget to take the corpses of the brutes who had fallen into the walls, and... The body of a soldier...

"Damn!" said a black-armored warrior angrily when he saw this.

"Forget it, for the better of things, it's good that we arrived in time...", a samurai beside him patted him on the shoulder and sighed and comforted.

The black-robed warriors came and retreated quickly. They did not clean the battlefield, but silently gathered the stone staircase that slowly walked to the lower wall under the gathering of the leader.

"Thank you. It was only then that Ouyang Ting had the opportunity to walk up to the Zhang archer and thank him.

The archer gave him a strange look, and after a long silence, he said, "You are very powerful, but people who are prone to madness are on the clan wall, and they will not live long..."

After speaking, he ignored Ouyang Ting's somewhat stiff smiling face, and turned straight to walk into the distance.

"He should be blaming himself, the people of the Zhang family have always been like this, don't mind. Behind him, Chen Feng's voice came.

Ouyang Ting turned around and saw Chen Feng holding a spear in his hand and came behind him at some point.

"There are a lot of questions, right?" Chen Feng smiled: "This is just the beginning, you will slowly know in the future." At the very least, you're much stronger than the first time I ran into the orcs attacking the wall. ”

"Why did he blame himself?" Ouyang Ting asked with some confusion.

Look at the corpses of the brute beasts lying on the clan wall, many of them have arrows on their bodies, don't think about it, these are all from the hands of that Zhang clan.

It's already amazing to do this, so why blame yourself?

"Because, he thinks that he is not as good as the people of the Instrument Race and the Spirit Race, that's it. Chen Feng looked at the back of the Zhang clan's archers who were gradually disappearing and said, "The arrogance of the people of the Holy Clan makes him unable to accept that he is inferior to others. ”

"Instrument Clan, Spirit Clan?" Ouyang Ting looked dazed, the Instrument Clan knew that the blonde and blue-eyed man beside Zhang Miao claimed to be a member of the Instrument Clan, and his name was also weird.

What kind of race is this spirit race?

"Haha! I just like to see your bewildered expression, which is like what you should be at your age. Chen Feng laughed.

I have to say that the bloodthirsty eyes of this kid left a slight shadow on him, a veteran. Looking at his dazedness at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

"I'll ask your Uncle Ping later. Although he is only a qi and blood body, he should know these things. After speaking, Chen Feng turned around with a smile and walked towards the tube building.

This day has just begun.

The centurion sign on his waist had not yet been hot, so Ouyang Ting had to start his somewhat cool duties.

Count the casualties! For a boy who has just come of age, this duty is a little cruel.

Ouyang died three times and seriously injured eight times. And the Luo clan was even worse, with nine clansmen killed and more than 20 seriously injured, and in just one morning, they lost nearly half.

And the twelve people who died in total between the two tribes were almost all newcomers.

In other words, they only had one day from the time they reached the clan wall until they died...

In a state of grief, Ouyang Ting and Luo Ying covered the deceased clansmen with robes one by one.

Their wide-open eyes had long since lost their minds, and thinking about their various discussions and speculations about the border battlefield along the way, their hearts tingled.

Now it was time to be on duty, and they couldn't pull out so many people to send the bodies of these clansmen down, so they could only use some manpower to help those injured clansmen down for treatment.

That is, for the day and night that they continue to guard the clan wall, these people will lie here, accompanying them until it is completely cold...

The brute did not reappear.

It wasn't until noon, when the sky became a little dark, that the soldiers on the clan wall began to unload their burdens and take out the already cold dry food.

Although he didn't know how the others were feeling at the moment, when Ouyang Ting looked at the clansman who was still covered in black from time to time, the tastelessness of food was like chewing wax.

"What is Martial Pavilion?" asked Ouyang Ting in a low voice as he chewed on the somewhat stiff dry food.

Ouyang Ping was slightly injured, but he didn't go down the wall, sitting on the ground holding dry food and nibbling. Seeing Ouyang Ting ask, he swallowed the food with difficulty and gave him a brief explanation.

Wu Ge, full name Killing Wu Ge! Traces are all over the walls of the Wanli clan, directly under the command of the Wu clan in the thirty-six candidate clans, and it is the trump card army of the border battlefield!

In fact, they also lived in the left and right camps, but their residences and martial arts venues were separate from ordinary clan soldiers, so Ouyang Ting didn't see them yesterday.

And the samurai who killed the martial pavilion were actually all from the border battlefield, and the reason why they were able to win the respect of all the clan soldiers.

Strong is the basic, but that's not the whole story.

To enter the Killing Martial Pavilion, the first thing is to have outstanding combat merits, strong strength, and outstanding combat power in the same level.

The second is the sincerity that we must put aside the idea of the race and unconditionally regard the human race as the only race.

These two points, the first point is fine, as long as you kill enough spirit beasts, you can be satisfied. But the latter article has stumped most of the warriors whose surname concept has long been engraved into their bones.

The Creed of the Martial Pavilion, which is also the creed of the Frontier Battlefield, is for the sake of the Terrans, not for a certain race.

These four words seem simple, but in fact, they are the most heart-wrenching!

When you decide to enter the Killing Martial Pavilion, when you chant the slogan for the Terrans.

They will ask you, "If one day your surname makes a threat to the Terrans, can you kill the people yourself?"

If there is the slightest hesitation, chase it!

"What an unreasonable Killing Martial Pavilion..."Ouyang Ting exclaimed after hearing this.

But the weak chicken standing on his shoulder flashed with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "What a killing martial pavilion, this is a real soldier of the human race!"