The smoke and dust were flying, and a group of pig-headed people riding lion-shaped monsters appeared, galloping towards the Sword Spirit Tribe, the momentum was monstrous, obviously there were only dozens of horses, but they galloped like tens of thousands of iron horses, and there was a overwhelming momentum in front of them, which was amazing.

"Prepare for battle!"

The bell on the wooden tower rang, and Kane shouted anxiously, raised his great sword, and led the guards to block the gate against foreign enemies.

At this time, Sean took a large group of good men to hunt in the Nightmare Mountains, and Roland, who was the big chief, was also outside and had not returned, which was when the tribe's strength was the most empty.

Five middle-rank demon generals, more than a hundred lower-rank demon generals and a group of demon soldiers, there are a lot of them, and their strength is not weak, but in the face of the dozens of horsemen who are galloping, they feel tremendous pressure and break out in a cold sweat.

This group of pig-headed people rode lion-shaped monsters, and the worst cultivation was the middle demon general, and several of the leader-like characters had the cultivation of the upper demon general, all of them had unkind faces, and they were extremely angry, and everyone didn't know how many lives were contaminated with their hands, and quickly rushed to the front of the tribe.

"You uncivilized natives, do you want to resist too? believe it or not, I can slaughter all of you with a single impact!" said a burly pig-headed man wearing iron armor on the back of a lion-shaped monster, and there were many people on the other side, but he didn't pay attention to it, his eyes flashed with coldness and disdain.

This person was the entourage who had spoken to the masked girl before, but he was only one of the leaders of the team, in addition to him, there were several leaders who were similar to him, and they all looked at the people on the side of the Sword Spirit Tribe with a cold look in their eyes, as if in their eyes, the people of the Sword Spirit Tribe were lambs to be slaughtered.

Bang...... Bang......

Behind this group of pig-headed people, there was a terrible sound, the earth shook, and a lion-shaped monster that was taller than other lion-shaped monsters like a house appeared, it had three lantern-sized eyes, the eye in the center of the eyebrows was upside down, like a stone carved eye, inlaid in the center of the eyebrows, flashed strange fluctuations, and under the mane of its neck, it was actually a green snake, very weird.

It was terrifying, like a mountain pressing on top of everyone's heads, making people unable to resist, its eyes were cold, staring at everyone like ants, flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Seeing this lion-shaped monster, the hearts of all the people in the Sword Spirit Tribe were cold, this was a lord-level petrified demon lion, how could they resist it?

Petrified Demon Lion, with part of the bloodline of the ancient demon Medusa snake, has a powerful magic that petrified everything, no one wants to face it, as soon as the petrified magic comes out, the enemy is not like being petrified, only to escape, it can be described as an invincible existence of the same level, especially the petrified demon lion at the lord level, the bloodline is stronger, the petrification magic is more powerful, and it can easily petrify a place as big as the Sword Spirit Tribe.

Kane, Andrew, and a group of demon generals all felt extremely bitter, how could they resist, even if everyone was on board, they were not the enemy of the lord-level monster in front of them, not to mention that there were dozens of pig-headed people who were the worst of the middle demon generals.

What shocked and desperate them even more was that on the back of this lord-level petrified demon lion, there was actually a person, a woman wearing a red swirl mask, such a powerful petrified demon lion turned out to be someone else's mount, which was terrifying.

"Do you feel humble, a group of ants are also delusional to fight us, stupid!" the leader of a petrified demon lion sneered.

"Natives, put down your toy-like bone knives and swords, and obey our orders, or your tribe will be bloodied and there will be no corpses. The other leader said indifferently.

"Respected powerhouse, you have something to say, dare to ask you what you have to say?" an old and high-ranking clan elder stood up tremblingly and asked respectfully.

"Old thing, you just have to obey the order, I want you to talk more!" one of the leaders scolded, and when he raised his hand, a sword light flashed, splitting the clan elder into the air, and a blood splash on his chest.

"Five Elders!"

A group of people from the tribe rushed forward and picked up the patriarch, only to see a long wound on his chest, blood gushing and bleeding, staining his clothes red, and he saw that he was no longer dead.

The people were angry, and they clenched their swords, and they rushed forward to fight them.

"Stop!" Orette stopped, although he was also extremely angry, he knew that the group in front of him was powerful, and they could not deal with it, and they rushed forward only to die.

"This is a lesson for you, if you don't obey orders, you will end up worse than him. The man sneered.

And all the people glared at him, and did not speak.

Then the man shook his hand, unfolded a portrait, and asked, "Do you know the person on this portrait?" I heard that it is from your tribe, and now hand it over, so that you can be safe." ”

The person in the portrait was a child, five or six years old, with long light blue hair and a black cloth wrapped around his eyes.

"Respected strong man, we don't know this person, I think you are mistaken. Oret said.

Although Aurett tried his best to hide the turmoil in his heart, the change in his face did not escape the man's eyes.

"Really, it seems that the lesson is not enough, so that you think I have a good temper, then...... You're going to die!" the leader looked cold, and raised his hand to swing his sword and slash Orette.

"Okay, Kurti, don't be so angry, you should be kind to the old man," At this time, the masked woman on the back of the lord-level petrified demon lion spoke, and Kurti immediately withdrew her hand and respectfully stepped aside.

"I'm a man of good talk, I'll give you a day, and we'll come back tomorrow at this time, hoping to see the person in the portrait, otherwise...... My mount hasn't had a full meal in days, maybe you'd like to fill its belly?" came the masked woman's faint voice, lazy with boundless murderous intent.

The petrified demon lion under her opened its mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar, deafening, and the huge eyes with their eyebrows upside down flashed, shooting out a gray light, hitting a griffin demon bird in the sky, the griffin was hit, fell down, and smashed a section of the stone wall, and everyone looked around, only to see that the griffin had been torn apart and shattered like a stone carving.

This is a powerful demon bird, occasionally flying over the tribe, but I didn't expect to die in an instant under the petrification magic of the petrified demon lion, so that everyone in the tribe was shocked and frightened, and their expressions were miserable, and they didn't dare to move, this is the gap, they are far from being opponents.

The petrified demon lion howled, glanced at everyone coldly, and then turned around and galloped away with the masked woman in the direction she had come.

Many adults have bloodshot eyes, children are about to burst into tears, the other party is too powerful, bullying the door of the house, can only watch, can do nothing, let them come and go freely.

"Remember, you only have one day, don't be clever, otherwise tomorrow you will come and wash your tribe in blood, and you will be wiped out, leaving no grass behind!" Kurti snorted coldly, and at the same time swung his sword, poofing a few times, cutting the faces and knees of Kane and Orette, Kane and Oret were painted on their faces, and their knees were also stabbed, and they immediately fell to their knees uncontrollably, and watched them leave with blood on their faces.

It was a great humiliation, as if the slave had sent his master away, and the tribe was so embarrassed that many young men were eager to go up and fight hard, but they were stopped by Orret.

"Haha......" The Kurti leaders laughed, and then rode away on the magic lion.