On the vast prairie, all kinds of demon beasts are infested, among which the steppe wolves are the most terrifying, this kind of group animals often have thousands, under the leadership of the wolf king, it can be said that it swept all other creatures on the grassland, even if it is the grassland barbarians, when encountering a large-scale wolf pack, they have to retreat.

Therefore, the steppe barbarians will worship the wolf god.

For a long time, between the barbarians and the wolves, there have been countless intersections, the relationship is harmonious, the barbarians have a wolf cavalry, between the barbarian warriors and the giant wolf, can communicate spiritually, the wolf temple has become the largest religion on the grassland, the major tribes on the grassland must respect the wolf temple, the wolf temple has a very high religious power, above the regime.

Of course, in addition to the wolf temple, there are some other animal totem worship on the grassland.

Among them, steppe tarantula worship is one of them.

This genre is called the Temple of the Spider.

The spider temple is extremely popular in the southwest region of the savannah, worshipping the steppe tarantula, a very terrible natural poisonous hunter, hidden in the dark, can not kill stronger creatures than it, the adult tarantula is said to be several meters high, is a behemoth, the tarantula king has psychic wisdom, can fight against the wolf king of a large community, some steppe nomadic tribes that have not established their own fixed city, deeply affected by the tarantula, over time, anyway, the tarantula worship was produced, obeyed the tarantula king, obtained the strange magic skills and power, and established the spider temple。

On the savannah, the spider temple represents evil, death, shadow, terror.

The strong man in the spider temple sold his soul to the tarantula king to obtain magic skills, and was a natural assassin, assassinating, buying murder, poisoning, kidnapping tickets, etc., doing all kinds of evil, and having no concept of good and evil.

Therefore, after hearing the three words of the Wolf Temple, the steppe warriors did not change color.

When he saw the dark green robe, the thin and short old man who came out of the shadows, the young master of the Moon Shooting Tribe and the grassland military division, his complexion changed greatly.

"The green spider, one of the four dark gods of the Spider Temple?" the grassland military master blurted out.

"Senior, junior, it's good that you know the old man. The dark green robe, the thin and short old man let out a piercing laugh and said, "Knowing the name of the old man, you can also die without complaint." ”

"When did the Spider God Temple collude with the Qin people?" said the young master of the Moon Shooting Tribe in a deep voice.

The old man of the green spider smiled: "It's just cooperation, someone wants to destroy the Moon Shooting Department, and made a deal with the Qin people, the old man took the money, came over to be a supervisor, and of course, taking off your head with his own hands is also a great achievement, blame yourself for being stupid, for a woman, you really left the prairie and came to the territory of your relatives, the dragon swims in the shallows, and the tiger falls in Pingyang, you should die." ”

"I have 30,000 armor soldiers and 300,000 people in the Moon Shooting Department, and my father is a new generation of Jebel Marksman in the Prairie, and there are many talents, even if he kills me, the Moon Shooting Department will not die. "The Moon Shooting Tribe is a young master.

"Hehe, if you and your guards all die in the territory of the Qin people, do you guess, that father of yours, and those brothers, will they go crazy? If the 30,000 armor soldiers of the Moon Shooting Department attack the Qin people on a large scale, how many of them will be able to return in the end? And if someone takes advantage of the emptiness of the Moon Shooting Department to launch a surprise attack?"

The old man of the green spider sneered.

The complexion of the young master of the Moon Shooting Tribe changed in an instant.

The character of his father and brother, he knows, if he really dies tonight, then once someone chases the wind and fanned the flames to bring the news back, once the Moon Shooting Department raises an army, it will really be dangerous.

"So the Spider Temple went to great lengths to frame me and my sisters just to lure Big Brother Tie to the territory of the Qin people?" said the steppe Valkyrie suddenly.

The old man of the green spider laughed: "On the prairie, who doesn't know, the young master of the Moon Shooting Department is obsessed with the Holy Maiden of Qingyan, and only if you are caught in distress can he let him sneak into the territory of the Qin people despite the obstruction of his father and brother...... Tonight, let you be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks, anyway, the head of your Qingyan Holy Maiden is also very valuable. ”

The steppe Valkyrie glanced at the young lord of the moon next to him, Temujin, and sighed.

Temujin was full of arrogance, and sneered: "If the four dark gods of the Spider God Temple have arrived, maybe we will really be planted tonight, but you are the only one, and you dare to say such big words, it is inevitable that you will not take us seriously, but I am afraid that after tonight, there will be one less of the four dark gods of the Spider God Temple." ”

The twin knives in his hand, the handles of which were twisted relatively quickly, formed a strange-shaped longbow, and a silk thread was connected, and the steppe warriors behind him immediately came to Temujin, and thrust the one-meter-long iron quiver on his back into the ground and held it steadily.

When the arrow is ready, Temujin is about to perform the art of marksmanship.

The old man laughed.

"Who said I was alone? Assassin, never do things that are uncertain, hehe, although the old man is confident, he doesn't want to be arrogant to the two best heavens in the prairie alone......

The voice did not fall.

A white light broke through the air and landed on the ground, turning into the figure of a hook-nosed zombie old man.

This old monster goes and returns.

"Who was it? Who killed my junior brother?" He looked crazy, full of murderous energy, his eyes were blood-red, like two whirlpools of blood and water, staring at the steppe Valkyrie and the others, and said, "Say, who did it?" Obviously, he did not find the murderer of his junior brother.

The young master of the moon shooting, Temujin, the steppe military division and others, suddenly changed their complexions.

An old man with a green spider is already difficult to deal with, and another zombie old monster appears...... If before, they still had half and half of the chance to rush out, then now, the possibility of rushing out has declined infinitely and tends to zero.

The entrance to Liufang Street was close at hand, but it seemed that they could no longer rush out.

When the grassland military division saw it, he saw that the morale of the people was low, and he knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly said: "It's okay, we still have a backhand ......" Outside the street corner, there is also a team that responds. He said to the crowd: "You just need to escape tonight, and you don't have to fight head-on. "It's a morale boost.

The steppe warriors really rekindled hope in their hearts.

But the Prairie Military Division knows that tonight, I am afraid that most of the people will have to die here.

The young master of the Moon Shooting Department and the Valkyrie are the strongest, under the cover of everyone, as long as the two of them can escape, the disaster of the Moon Shooting Department can be avoided.

And yet—

"Hinder?is just dying?I know, you're still pinning your hopes on those so-called responders, haha, do you think they're still alive?" ”

The words fell, and there were a few pops, and dozens of heads were thrown out of the darkness.

Blood flowed, mud-stained heads, buns and faces were clearly recognizable, all of which were the faces of steppe warriors.

"Ah...... Brother Ironstone, and Ada......" The young master of the Moon Shooting Department looked at it, his eyes were split, and he recognized that these dead people were the samurai who were arranged outside Liufang Street in the previous plan to be responsible for the response, and they were all killed.

Everything is in the other party's calculations.

Oops.

The steppe army was shocked.

At the same time, there was also a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

In the territory of the Qin people, their strength is too weak, Rao is that he has quick wisdom, but it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, tonight to this part, he has exhausted his energy, but unfortunately, it is still not enough.

In the eyes of the steppe Valkyrie, a raging fire of hatred burned.

As for the other steppe warriors and wolf god guardian warriors, after the initial sorrow, everyone's faces also burned with angry flames.

"Revenge. ”

"Kill. ”

The weapon struck the breastplate, making a tragic sound.

Every steppe warrior, on the contrary, no longer panicked, became calm, they hit the cuirass with their weapons, while stamping their right feet, raising their left hands high, and singing some kind of obscure and distant scale in their mouths, like a wolf howling, and like the wind blowing through the grassland, the rhythm of the movements is neat, and the voice is sad and passionate.

This is the battle song and dance of the Moon-Shooting Department.

Whenever there is a big war, encountering the dilemma of a backwater, the soldiers of the Shooting Moon Department will sing this ancient war song that once resounded throughout the prairie.

Tonight, it's just a fight to the death.

In this scene, even the old man of the green spider couldn't help but change color slightly.

The 30,000 armor soldiers of the Shooting Moon Department can crisscross the prairie and rank among the top ten of the great forces of the grassland, and it is because of this momentum and this will that even among the barbarians of the prairie who are known for their madness, they are also very terrifying.

The stiff old monster who was in and out of the frenzy by the death of his junior brother was even more violent by this momentum, and roared angrily: "You deserve to die, you all deserve to die...... Say, who killed my junior brother, it must be your accomplice, ahhh......h

The terrifying blue frozen air swept like a frenzy.

"Kill. ”

Shoot the young master of the moon department, bend the bow and open the arrow.

But that doesn't stop the frenzied Zombie Boss.

The battle starts in an instant.

The old man of the green spider smiled coldly, and his body slowly sank into the darkness, as an assassin, he is good at taking his life with the help of terrain, darkness, shadows and chaos, and the entire Liufang Street and alley has been covered with spider silk killing arrays, and no one can escape.

"Ah......h

Soon, dozens more moon-shooting samurai were killed.

The female wolf Shenwei also lost six or seven.

"Say, who killed my junior brother? With a slap of his hand, the Zombie Old Monster slapped the two Moon-Shooting Warriors into ice and roared wildly.

The two strong men of the congenital realm broke into the formation, like a tiger stepping on a flock of sheep, even if the grassland warriors are fierce, the gap in strength is not at all courage and will can be made up, only the young master of the moon shooting department, the grassland military division and the Valkyrie are strong, but they can only barely protect themselves, but they can't save people.

The prairie people lost most of them in an instant.

"Say, who is it? Who killed my brother...... Ahh......h Who is it?" the zombie old monster was really crazy, and with one claw he crushed the heart of a female wolf god guard, and sent it directly to his mouth to chew, like a devil, and asked again and again: "Who is it?"

"Damn, it's too late. ”

A voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Do you mean that blister-eyed dumpling? It was blown up by my punch. The voice continued.

Just under the moonlight, a slender figure, like an electric flash, fell on the top of a stone tower outside the station circle, looking down.

The moonlight shone on his silver-like mask, like the flow of water, and the more and more set off the mask expression that seemed to be laughing and laughing, crying and crying, as if he was making a grimace, and as if he was mocking all living beings, there was an indescribable treacherousness.

Silver Ghost Laughing Mask Man!

"Is it him?" A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Prairie Military Master.

He instinctively sensed that the variable that broke the game was coming.