The Great Snake Cave was chaotic, so the news spread quickly.

The blood scimitar people sneaked up on a team of elites of the golden undead, and the news that both sides died together spread throughout the Great Snake Cave in just a few hours.

The Great Snake Cave, which had been noisy all day, immediately became quiet.

Dozens of forces, large and small, have shrunk their manpower, and urgently sent messages to the elite masters who went out to return to their lair, and at the same time strictly ordered to restrain their families and strictly prohibit them from causing trouble during this period of time.

Everyone stared at the Blood Scimitar and the Golden Undead, staring at the pair of dead enemies, all wanting to see what they would do.

If the two desperate fire and ...... That would be perfect.

It's better to lose both.

There will be a lot of enthusiastic people, enthusiastically rushing up to help them completely solve all the pain, as well as enthusiastically helping them bury the corpses, and the most efficient way to deal with the various industries left behind.

The station of the blood scimitar is in the middle of the Great Snake Cave, there is a small lake with a radius of more than ten miles, surrounded by towering stone pillars and stalagmites, relying on the dense stone pillars and stalagmites, the blood scimitar has built dozens of stone castles of different sizes here.

The heavy, sturdy stone castle can only be enjoyed by the elite.

In the vicinity of the stone fort, the Blood Scimitar set up a large number of tents and shacks, the animal skin tents were inhabited by ordinary warriors, and those neatly arranged in the shacks next to the trenches were naturally inhabited by the slaves of the Blood Scimitar.

The criss-crossing trenches enclosed a hundred-mile-long area, countless figures swayed in the trenches, the dome emitted a dazzling light in the void, and occasionally swords and bows reflected a piercing cold light.

Several sneaky figures lay on the ground and crawled slowly towards the outer trench of the Bloodcutlas.

They gradually approached the trench, and when they saw that they were only less than ten meters away from the outermost trench, the ground suddenly collapsed, and several people fell into the trench, and were pierced by the dense spikes inside.

A lizardman poked out half of his head from the trench, and he shouted loudly at the mushroom bushes hundreds of meters away, "The golden undead are the bastards, if you have the guts, come to the defense line of the masters...... If you don't have the guts, go back and suck your old mother's milk-water, don't be sneaky and embarrassed. ”

A dull bowstring shook sound, and a cold light shot out.

A large hand grabbed the lizardman by the neck and pushed him back into the trench. An all-metal arrow over six feet long almost grazed the lizardman's scalp and sank deep into the dirt behind the trench.

The arrow, which was more than six feet long, sank into the ground, leaving only a small hole the thickness of a thumb and faintly emitting hot air.

There was a sound of messy footsteps in the trench, and the arrows that had just submerged into the ground exploded before the dozen or so Blood Scimitar knives stationed in this section of the trench had not yet gone far.

With a loud bang, a piece of land four or five meters in size was blown up and earth and stones were splashed, and the rocks hit the smoke and dust all around, and seven or eight slaves screamed, and their bones were broken by the flying stones, and they fell out in embarrassment and cried.

The shouts of killing suddenly came from the mushroom bushes, and dozens of rat-men with red faces and frantic eyes who were clearly in a state of madness hissed and roared, and rushed towards the direction of the trench with a puff of smoke.

In the chaotic trench just now, dozens of lizardman archers slammed to their feet, and they drew their light wooden bows and shot out one after another of light quenched wooden arrows.

The arrows are like the wind, although the wooden bow is not very powerful, these wooden arrows are also light and fluttering, and the range is only about 100 meters, but it is enough to deal with these rat people.

The wooden arrow was quenched with the venom of a highly venomous snake, and after the skin was scratched, the venom invaded the body, and the heartbeat of these rat people became faster and faster, and a large number of purple-blue ecchymoses appeared under the skin, and their steps became staggering.

But they had rushed too fast before, and they finally rushed to the side of the trench, and then dozens of nezumi exploded at the same time.

Each rat man carried hundreds of mountain mines used by miners to open mines, and the mountain mines made by the Black Snake Domain were more powerful than those used by the miners of Wujia Stone Castle.

Each mountain mine can at least blow up a boulder within a radius of seven or eight meters, and each rat man carries hundreds of such powerful mountain mines, and dozens of rat men carry thousands of such big killing weapons.

The loud noise continued, and the black mushroom clouds rushed up hundreds of meters high, and the trenches were blown down, and a human body was blown up, and under the powerful shock wave, these human bodies were torn to pieces like rag dolls.

A trench more than two miles long was completely blown up, and there was a dead silence all around, and spies of many forces in the distance whistled one after another, and some people shouted strangely and loudly, and praised in an obviously provocative tone, 'The man of the golden undead is a kind of scimitar'!

As if provoked by this provocative remark that was obviously fanning the wind and igniting the ghostly fire, in the territory of the Blood Scimitar, in several shack areas, a large group of ratmen and dwarfs dressed in tattered leather armor rushed out with various weapons of swords, guns, swords, halberds forged from fine iron.

Nearly 3,000 slave warriors, also red-skinned and their eyes flashing with a frenzied fierce light, roared and rushed towards the mushroom jungle outside the trench.

The spies watching the battle from a distance laughed loudly, and some people were clapping and stomping their feet and shouting, 'What a kind'!

There was also a sound of 'ding' coins striking in the wind, and someone was betting on the opening of the bank for this assault of the Blood Scimitar, betting on who would win this assault.

The same fanatical, frantic roar came from the mushroom jungle.

Ratmen, gnomes, and a handful of lizardmen archers rushed out of the mushroom jungle. They roared loudly, rushed hundreds of meters in a messy formation, and collided with the Bloodcutlass team of slaves.

Thousands of cultivators can be called nothing, but the slaves who fought purely by physical strength were beaten together.

They were definitely infused with a special potion, they had completely lost their sense of pain, they didn't know fear, they just fought together like mad beasts.

A quarter of an hour later, all the slaves on both sides were killed, and none of them survived.

There were angry curses from many people in the wind...... It was actually a tie, and all the bettors lost a lot.

In the mushroom jungle, as well as in the shack area behind the trench, there were huge beasts strolling out, and these guys who exuded a strong smell of blood came to the battlefield, happily sniffed the bloody corpses on the ground, and opened their mouths to feast.

After the beasts sent by both sides ate and drank to their heart's content, and devoured the corpses on the battlefield, more than a hundred beasts turned around and left at the same time, and no conflict broke out.

These beasts are worth more than those slaves.

There was no movement in the mushroom bushes, and in the shack area, a group of gray dwarves rushed out, carrying various tools and began to repair the trench that had just been blown up.

The blood stained the dirt black, and the gray dwarves worked neatly through the bloody mud, quickly digging deeper trenches in their place. The mud mixed with blood and water dried up quickly, and the trenches were much stronger than the previous ones because of the adhesion of the plasma.

For several days in a row, the Blood Scimitar and the Golden Undead were fighting back and forth.

The two sides did not even send a few warriors to build the base realm, and each time at most, three or five thousand lowly slaves were sent to fight together.

Similar clashes occurred dozens of times in a row, and more than 100,000 slaves were killed and wounded on both sides, but the leaders of both sides seemed to be extremely patient, and neither of them rushed to send their masters into the battlefield.

Wu Tie's forehead, cheeks, and exposed skin on his chest were densely packed with hundreds of pitch-black and crystal scales. His skull became extraordinarily thick, his jaw was slightly raised, his nostrils were thick, and his breath was faintly hot.

A one-foot-long horn grew in the middle of his forehead, and the black horn looked very weighty.

He is nearly three meters tall, burly, majestic, and under his slightly dark skin are bulging muscles, carrying the whole body in pitch black, more than four meters long, with a white tiger crack with the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh, as if he was carrying an iron pillar, and strode into the big dragon cave.

His appearance is a bit like the 'dragon people' clan, the overlord race in the fire dragon domain adjacent to the Black Snake Domain, but the bloodline is not so pure, it should be a half-dragon man of mixed blood.

The Dragonmen are known for being burly, strong, and powerful, as well as strong in their muscles and bones, and extremely strong in defense.

They are even more reckless and domineering, cruel and tyrannical by nature, simple-minded, but extremely gregarious.

Therefore, there is no need for the dragon people to be in the surrounding regions, and even the most ferocious and treacherous thugs in the Black Snake Domain will not provoke them indiscriminately.

Majestic, high-spirited, kicked away a gray rock lizard carrying goods in the way, Wu Tie broke into the Great Dragon Cave, standing in the middle of the road, looking left and right at the messy shack area at the exit of the road.

In the shack area, the eyes of the vendors who were selling their goods were like knives, and they swept Wu Tie's tall and burly body fiercely, and then they quickly shifted their gaze at the same time, as if they didn't see Wu Tie.

Whether in terms of combat power, personality, or even the forces behind them, dragonmen are not good targets for trading. These guys, if they don't agree with each other, they will directly start robbing, killing people and setting fires are just ordinary things for them, but their personal strength is very strong, and they have the dragon people behind them as backers, so it's better not to provoke them if there is no need.

Wu Tie grinned, carrying the White Tiger Crack step by step towards the depths of the Great Snake Cave.

As he walked past a spacious animal skin tent, Wu Tie suddenly stood down and looked carefully at the huge animal skin hanging outside the tent door.

The untanned hides emitted a strong fishy smell, and the four big characters 'Recruiting Troops and Buying Horses' were written in crooked red letters.

On top of the animal skin, on the lintel of the tent, a half-foot-long blood-colored scimitar was inlaid there, flashing with a blood-colored cold light that made people's hearts shake.

Several lowly gnomes stood under this animal skin, these faces were pale red, their eyes were also slightly bloody, and the muscles of their small faces were twisted, and their faces were hideous and fierce.

These guys are not the gentle and obedient rock gnomes that Wu Tie is familiar with, but their distant relatives, blood gnomes who are known for their ferocity and treachery.

Blood gnomes are best at bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and with their ferocious and treacherous nature, many unscrupulous forces like to raise a large number of blood gnomes to act as cannon fodder at the bottom.

"Big, big guy...... You, what are you looking at?" The blood dwarf's innate ability to bully the soft and fear the hard was perfectly activated, and seeing that Wu Tie, who was almost three of them tall, suddenly stopped in front of him, several blood dwarfs immediately took a dozen steps back, putting on a posture that was ready to slip away at any time.

"You, here, recruiting people?" Wu Tie pointed to the huge animal skin.

Several blood gnomes were stunned, and with a hint of awe, they glanced at Wu Tie, who was so much taller than them, and a blood dwarf who looked a little older took two steps forward and cautiously kowtowed to Wu Tie.

"Your honorable lordship, your strength must be unfathomable to your size...... We are the Bloodcutter's subordinates, and our Grand Leader has said that we are going to war with the Golden Undead, so we kindly invite a master like you to join us. ”

In the culture of the Blood Gnomes, the larger the creature, the more powerful it is.

So when they found out that Wu Tie was not here to trouble them, they immediately showed ten percent respect to Wu Tie.

"Do you care about the food, do you want to pay money, are there any other benefits?" Wu Tie reached out and scratched his exposed chest several times, his sharp claws rubbing violently against the black scales on his chest, splashing a dazzling spark.

'Ng' coughed, and Wu Tie spat on the ground.

'Smack'!

On the hard rocky ground, a hole half a foot deep was spewed out by the spitting of Wu Tie.

Several blood gnomes gasped at the same time...... Masters, big masters, really powerful masters.

"Rice management...... Send money...... There are other benefits, indescribable benefits, as long as you make meritorious service, you can be a captain, a leader, and a leader...... Hey, good food, good drink, and the prettiest woman...... Countless benefits. Several blood gnomes pounced, and they threw themselves at Wu Tie's feet, stroking Wu Tie's bare feet in awe while shouting loudly.

"There are so many benefits? Wu Tie smiled brightly: "Meritorious? It's killing! Well, I don't know anything else, killing people is the best thing." ”

Several blood gnomes trembled with excitement.

They were busy reporting to Wu Tie that the Blood Scimitar master who was really responsible for recruiting people was not here, but was waiting not far away. They sent two blood gnomes to lead the way, and diligently led him to the high-level who was really responsible for recruiting people.

Wu Tie laughed, he glanced back, and saw that opposite the tent of the Blood Scimitar, less than fifty meters away, at the door of another huge tent, the same blood dwarfs were staring straight at this side.

On the lintel of that tent hung the golden badge of the undead that Wu Tie remembered deeply.

Seeing Wu Tie striding away with the Blood Scimitar man, a few blood dwarfs over there muttered a few words in a low voice, and hurriedly separated two people and fled into the chaotic shack area.