The people of Ugin were looking for their leader, but in a valley ahead, their leader Chijin was in a very bad situation. He was surrounded by a group of people with masked faces.

"Huh? Ahaha! Isn't this the leader of the Ugin tribe, Chijin? How did it get like this? ”

The leader did not know if his voice was like this, or if he deliberately pinched his voice to speak, hoarse as a torn leather, like the sound of two rough stones rubbing against each other.

Chijin was also a little puzzled, not knowing which tribe the person in front of him would be, so he hid here and arrested himself. And judging by their behavior, they seem to be very familiar with the environment, and they must have been here for a while.

Just as he was puzzled, Chijin suddenly saw the other party's eyes flash, and the eyes seemed to be very familiar, déjà vu, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Huh? It can't be the commercial land of the Houtu tribe, right? They had already arrived in this place, and they had heard from the tribesmen that the people of the thick earth had been killed and scattered by the tribesmen. ”

Thinking of this, Chijin woke up suddenly, and fell backwards to the ground. His left wrist and right upper arm were seriously injured, and he couldn't get up for a while, and the pain in his heart stimulated his muscles to tremble.

Hiss~

Chijin gasped, he finally understood why this look was so familiar, the person in front of him was clearly Shang Tu, the leader of the Houtu tribe, but he didn't know why his voice became so hoarse and ugly.

It seems that Shang Tu wants to play a trick of praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches!

He led people to block here, it is very likely that he wanted to kill himself, did he want to break the covenant between the five tribes?

"Oh? Who should I be, this is really surprising, I didn't expect to meet the leader of the Houtu tribe here, the respected big brother of Shangtu! It stands to reason that you shouldn't be on the way to the Laili tribe at this time, why did you come here in advance? ”

Behind the animal skin face towel, the pair of eyes that made Chijin feel familiar widened suddenly, and there was an incredible expression. He couldn't have imagined that the other party would recognize him, but this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the red gold in front of him will die, and the half of the artifact in his hand will belong to Houtu, and the glory that belongs to Houtu will eventually return!

However, in his heart, he scolded Chijin to the bottom:

"Respect? Do you respect me so much? Respect our Houtu tribe? And ask me why I'm here, aren't you here too? Have the face to ask me? It's time for you to carry it a little today, and let me send you back to the Father's arms! ”

Shang Tu didn't make a sound, his teeth creaked, the cold light in his eyes was extremely strong, he looked at Chijin who fell to the ground like a dead man, and with a slight wave of his hand, the people behind him rushed out, like a vigorous wolf, rushing towards Chijin.

Chi Jin's heart was cold, and he didn't have time to think, so he waved the half-cut mountain knife in his left hand, and the bronze arrow shaft that passed through his arm was cut off after a click. Chijin quickly put away the bronze arrowhead, reached behind his right arm with his left hand, and pulled the tail of the arrow sharply.

Burst! A beam of blood spurted onto the stone behind his arm.

Chijin didn't care about anything else, endured the intense pain to support his body, turned around and rushed towards the forest across the river valley.

Whoa!

Waist-deep water splashed on Chijin's body, soaking wet, but he didn't care about it, and he didn't care about the irritation of the still cool river water on the wound. Just rush out as fast as possible, get rid of the pursuit, and meet everyone at the gathering point agreed by the tribe, so that it is possible to avoid the final killing of Shangtu. He knew that with half of the artifact in his hand, he had become the prey of Shangtu.

Thump! Thump!

The sound of diving continued to sound, and the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, and after Chijin, who was already injured, waded through the river valley and ran out for more than thirty steps, there was a continuous whoosh sound behind him, and five or six arrows flew in front of Chijin, and the stone arrows hit the stones on the side, bursting out with sparks.

People began to release arrows, but Chijin didn't dare to stop, still gritted his teeth and ran forward, hoping that the opponent's archery skills would be worse, so that he could dodge every sharp arrow.

But God did not fulfill people's wishes, and after he ran out for another six or seven steps, the swishing sound sounded again.

Burst!

**The sound of a stone arrow slicing through his ears was followed by a sharp pain and the resulting nervous twitches, and Chijin was shot in the calf by an archer behind him, rolling and falling to the ground.

Chijin fell to the ground again, but before he could raise his head, there were already people from the Houtu tribe standing around him, holding wooden sticks, bone spears, stone axes, bows and arrows pointing at him, waiting for the order of the Houtu leader.

Behind, Shang Tu wore an animal skin scarf, his steps were steady, and he stepped forward, and his hoarse voice floated over from afar:

"Huh? Have you forgotten what my command is? Kill him and bring back that half of the artifact! ”

The crowd hurried to besiege and kill them.

Although Chijin was injured in the wrist and arm, it still did not affect him to swing the half-cut mountain knife in his left hand and the stone axe in his right hand, forcing the enemies who attacked one by one to retreat, and even smashed the two people who had no time to escape to the point that their bones were broken and their brains were broken, and the corpses were on the spot.

However, he could not escape, and the enemy chased him like wolves, so as not to inflict physical trauma on him. And he himself is like a wounded bison, constantly turning in circles, rushing towards the person who has hurt him, but he never succeeds.

The people besieging him were very smart, and they were under the command of Shang Tu, and they would never give Chijin a chance to fight back.

The wounds on Chijin's body are increasing, the strength of his body is losing little by little, and the heat in his body is gradually disappearing. The vision had blurred, Venus was flying, and Chijin knew that his physical strength was about to reach its limit. If I couldn't get rid of their encirclement, I would really be here today.

"Ahh

With a loud roar, Chijin swung the stone axe in his hand and forced the two strong hunters in front of him to retreat, making a gesture to break through the gap formed by the two hunters retreating, and the others waved their weapons and wanted to come forward to intercept.

In an instant, Chijin did not advance but retreated, and slammed into the three enemies behind him who had put away their weapons and were about to go around to intercept them.

Kerala!

The three of them fell, and the sound of bone spears, stone axes and other weapons colliding with stones sounded, and Crimson quickly jumped out of this gap with his legs and ran towards the jungle.

Just when Chijin thought that there was a chance of escape, and his face naturally showed a smile of joy after being reborn, the branches of the jungle trees in front of him shook, and a figure kept jumping out, blocking Chijin's escape route.

Unexpectedly, Shang Tu actually sent someone to go around to the front to intercept him, and Chijin, who felt despair, turned his eyes black, and then closed them, and groaned in pain in his heart:

"I'm dying!"

Chijin staggered, a little resigned to his fate, ready to be killed.

Suddenly, a voice of surprise sounded:

"Leader Crimson, we've finally found you!"

Chijin opened his eyes suddenly, and his vision became clear, and the person in front of him was actually a tribesman who had been separated from him. In the midst of despair, a little flame of hope burned violently again.

Chijin, who knew his situation well, took two steps forward, and the soles of his feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground. At this moment, he was covered in blood, there was no intact place up and down, and even his chest had a fishy sweetness, wanting to spurt out.

But he didn't dare, if this mouthful of blood spit out, then he couldn't do anything. Therefore, he pressed it hard, put his hands on the arms of the tribesmen who were supporting him, and said anxiously:

"Divide half of the people and stop the people behind from chasing and killing!"

As soon as the words fell, nearly half of the Ugin tribesmen shouted with weapons in their hands and rushed towards the rapidly approaching Houtu pursuers, and soon the sound of killing became loud.

Chijin quickly took two deep breaths, pressed down the mouthful of blood again, handed the half-cut artifact in his hand and the broken arrow to the person in front of him, and spoke again:

"Golden Bone, the rest of you quickly fled back to the tribe and handed over these two things to the Witch, whether our Ugin tribe can really rise depends on yours! Fast! ”

After Chijin finished speaking, without waiting for the golden bone to object, he stuffed the thing in his hand into the other party's hand, brandished the stone axe in his right hand, and shouted:

"Let's go! Don't disappoint my hopes! ”

After speaking, Chijin suddenly turned his body, didn't look at the person behind him, and resolutely rushed to the open space where the melee was fighting.

After kneeling and kowtowing, the golden bone quickly got up, holding two divine objects, and rushed into the dense forest, followed by everyone behind him.

And where they couldn't see, the mouthful of blood that Chijin had been pressing for a long time suddenly spurted out with a "wow". With that mouthful of blood, Chijin's spirit was also withdrawn, and his steps staggered, but he still took a sharp breath and rushed into the crowd in an instant.

Behind everyone, the afterglow of the setting sun has disappeared, bringing endless killing and darkness that makes people never extricate themselves.

The long night is gone, and the morning dawns. Shang Tu, the leader of the Houtu tribe, who had been hiding in the trees all night, took the remnants of the people, looking at the terrifying battlefield covered with blood and ** stumps in front of him, and his heart was full of powerlessness and depression.

The bamboo basket is empty, which can describe the mood of the business land at the moment. But the most appropriate sentence is: stealing chickens can't be done, and a handful of rice is eaten. Ben wanted to be a yellow sparrow with wishful thinking, but in the end he didn't get anything, and he lost half of the warriors who had undergone transformation.

After a scuffle, the people of the Ugin tribe and their leader, Chijin, were all killed. The strong smell of blood soon attracted the predators who had been roaming the side for a long time, and forced the remnants into the trees to escape another catastrophe from the beasts.

It's just that the sound of creaking and gnawing bones tortures everyone's nerves more and more, and it is really a miracle that they can all fall asleep in the tree after midnight.

I can't chase those who escaped again. Shang Tu didn't dare to risk sending people to chase and kill again, and he couldn't afford to lose the little bit of hope that the tribe had left. He is a tribal leader who bears the burden of the rise of the tribe, and he has always believed that his tribe can stand up and stand on the side of the tribe.

But now that wish has to be put aside, he has to return to the tribe to deal with the possible revenge of the Ugin Estate. At the same time, you should also think carefully about how to deal with the aftermath.

If you can't be a yellow sparrow, then be the leader of a powerful tribe!

With a whistle, the remaining people quickly burrowed into the jungle in front of them and disappeared.

On the horizon, the morning star has not yet set, and the morning light is faint.

Outside the fence of the Li tribe, five warriors of the Ding tribe were riding horses, each with a horse tied to them. The red scorpion sat on horseback, holding in his arms the rat that had been reinforced with its arm but had not yet woken up. The five Red Scorpions only had five days' worth of dry food on them, and they were ready to run back to the Ding tribe in one go, and the Ding Qi leader would treat the injuries and lives of the rats.

The new leader of the Li tribe, with tears in her eyes, reluctantly looked at the backs of the five knights who had gone away, unwilling to leave for a long time. But after Goshawk's words, she was immediately asked to turn around and urge the members of the tribe.

"Don't look at it, hurry up and urge everyone to set off, you can also arrive at the Ding tribe early and see the rats jumping around."

Woo~

In the long sound of horns, the team to the Ding tribe lined up in a long column of four columns, carrying coarse salt, animal skins and pottery that had been exchanged before, under the protection of the soldiers of the Ding tribe, quickly set off, facing the rising sun, to the Ding tribe full of happiness and warmth.

Remembering Ding Qi's teachings, Cang ordered Ye and Qiang to ride forward for a thousand meters and do a good job of guarding the team's advance. The rest of the warriors rode around the sides of the ranks, driving away the predators and clearing up some unnecessary risks. The warehouse is to be foolproof and ensure the safety of every tribe member, so that he can be worthy of the dead Blue Tiger leader.