Burst!

The stone axe that was about to be swung down fell from mid-air on the snow, smashing into a snow pit. The man wielding the stone axe tried to put his head back, hoping to see what had bitten him on the back, and it hurt!

Coughed violently twice, wiped a handful of blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth, fell to the ground, and left this cold world after two convulsions! And in his back, a bamboo arrow pierced his chest, taking away the power of his whole body and bringing vengeful anger to this cannibal tribe!

At the moment when the man swung his axe, Ding Qi quickly opened his bow and shot an arrow out of the back. The normal effective attack distance of the longbow made by Ding Qi is more than fifty steps, and his longbow strengthened by spider silk strings has an effective range of 100 steps, and with the help of a condescending advantage, the arrow can hit the target.

The four cannibal members were expecting the exciting scene of blood spraying, but they didn't wait, only until the man wielding the axe fell to the ground, and he had a shaking wooden stick on his back.

"Ahh

A high-pitched cry of terror tore through the air and sent it into the cave.

The terrifying scene in front of them made them quickly turn around and run, what happened today was too strange, could it be that taking people as food caused the curse?

But they were greeted by another bamboo arrow, which stabbed into the thigh of the last man, and the severe pain caused him to fall to the ground in an instant, but the panic made him desperate to climb back into the cave.

"Ben, do it! Shoot down the snow slopes and get closer! ”

After killing one more person, Ding Qi quickly issued the order and handed Moo the mountain knife at his waist.

"Moo, it's time for revenge, take this knife, kill them, and avenge your mother!"

Ding Qi believed that with this mountain opening knife, Moo could deal with the vast majority of the cannibal tribe.

Moo took the knife, not shocked by the shiny blade, turned around and rushed down the snow slope, faster and faster!

Everything happened in a flash of light, and it also disrupted the previous plan. Ding Qi originally wanted to find out the number of opponents, replenish his strength at night, and launch a surprise attack in the early morning of the next day to rescue people.

But the other party's preparation to kill disrupted all this, and Ding Qi had to kill the other party to rescue the members of the Yu tribe. Now every person who dies will increase the guilt in Ding Qi's heart, and it is possible that this person will still die in front of him, which makes him even more intolerable.

Again an arrow was fired, and it didn't hit anyone. Ding Qi quickly put away his bow, picked up the wooden spear on the side and rushed down the snow slope, and Xiao Jin had already flown into the air, waiting for the opportunity to move.

By the time Ding Qi rushed down the slope, Ben was already standing more than fifty steps from the entrance of the cave, and not only sent the man who was crawling with an arrow in the leg back to the arms of his father, but also drew his bow and shot an arrow into the dark hole.

Tinky gave Ben a thumbs up, looked at Moo, who was rushing towards the cave, took off his bow, and prepared to take cover.

As the screams rang out, Hula rushed out of the cave, all armed with axes and wooden spears, looking indignant.

As the leader of this hunting team, Zhuang Ben lived a comfortable life. On each day of the first snowfall, the tribal leader would divide the tribe into three parts, one of which would remain behind, and the food they would get in the autumn would be enough for them. The other two groups secretly went out together to "guest" other tribes, not only eating their hard-earned food, but also enclosing their hosts, pulling out one when they wanted to eat, cutting off their heads, and roasting them on the fire. As for the heads, they take out the trophies that the tribe uses for display, and they will stick them in the wood to show off, which is also a kind of force deterrent.

The men and the old of the tribe they visited were killed and eaten, and some of the ungrown children were brought back to the tribe to become slaves, and the women would become the tools of the tribe to reproduce, and after the children were born, these women would be killed and used as food. Due to the abundance of food, the people of their tribe were strong and aggressive.

This time the snow was a bit strange, and it was black snow. After divination, the tribal doctor said that this was a bad omen and was not conducive to travel. However, the tribal leaders and the people of the hunting party thought that the food reserves were insufficient to feed so many people, so they still carried out this long-term hunting activity, secretly killing the two tribes, anyway, the snow was heavy, and there was no interaction between the tribes, and every time it snowed, there would always be some small tribes that disappeared with the melting snow.

This time, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the Yu tribe, whose strength had been greatly damaged, he led people to kill this rival, killed more than a dozen people, ran away five or six, and circled the others. Although seven or eight of the people he brought with him died, the leader would definitely reward himself when he returned.

But just as he was enjoying the warmth of winter and the beauty of food, a big bird spoiled his good deeds and lost four people in succession. But I can't afford to hide if I can't afford to hide in the cave, so you don't dare to come here. But everyone still has to eat, and the only thing you can eat in winter is meat, so drag two out and have a good meal.

But before he could kill the food of the two Yu tribes, two more of his subordinates were killed, and it turned out to be an unknown person who killed them. Will this work? It's so arrogant, more arrogant than me!

I can't beat the birds, but I can still kill the people! Brothers, copy guys, on!

When Zhuang rushed out of the cave with someone, a familiar face came into his eyes, it should be someone from the Yu tribe. Revenge?

The other party was running towards him with a bright stick, no teeth, no hatred, very calm, but his steps were fast, as if he were a fast walking passerby and not here for revenge.

There was still some distance left, and Zhuang ordered two people to meet him.

Moo quickly made contact with the two cannibal tribesmen, and the heavy stone axe smashed down, bringing two winds with it. But Moo's speed is very fast, and while he dodges two axes to the left side of his body, he slashes upwards with the knife in his right hand, trying to break the opponent's arm and force the opponent to give up his weapon, so that he can take advantage of the weapon.

In his senses, the knife in his hand should work.

Click!

Under Moo's vigorous swing, the mountain opener directly cut off the opponent's arm, and in Moo's surprised eyes, it continued upward, slashed through the opponent's throat, and slashed through a semicircle. Moo, who exceeded his expectations, didn't have time to be shocked, and was driven by the power of his own swing to unload the power, and he almost fell to the ground.

The opponent on his left could only cover his neck with his only remaining hand, and fell to the ground with a ho-ho sound.

The other person was also very surprised, seeing that the other party's weapon was so powerful, a greed suddenly rose in his eyes, forgetting the fear brought by the surprise just now, and forgetting that his own people had just been killed. His eyes were already drawn to that light, it was an artifact!

In an instant, the man threw a stone axe and threw himself at Moo, and his two arms were tightly wrapped around Moo's neck, exerting force, but a sharp pain came from his abdomen, and he lost all his strength, opened his arms, and fell on his back, and the gray sky was getting farther and farther away from him.

Killing two people in a row, Moo was also a little out of strength, and the hateful blow accumulated too much strength for him. The feeling of killing the enemy can vent the depression in his heart, and there is only joy in his heart, as well as the surprise of holding a sharp blade.

It's an artifact! This is a weapon used by the gods, and only an artifact can exert such great power and easily kill the enemy.

The expression of surprise spread on Moo's face, and at the same time, it spread on Zhuang's face. Like the clansman who hugged Moo just now, he didn't feel sad that his clansman was killed, only the same greedy thoughts about the weapon in Moo's hand. If I can have such an artifact, then I can become the leader of the tribe, and even more tribes can be wiped out and become their master!

With another wave of his hand, more people rushed to moo. Moo also shouted, without the slightest fear, brandished the mountain opening knife, and bravely rushed into the crowd, using only two moves, one is to swing, and the other is to stab. It's not a move, but it's extremely powerful, because he holds a weapon in his hand that is far beyond this era, and it's not an exaggeration to call it an artifact!

The clatter of slashing on stones, the puff of slashing on flesh, accompanied by the screams of the enemy and the muffled grunt of oneself being smashed by a stone axe, resounded non-stop.

But after a while, the two sides immediately separated, and in the middle were the three people who fell to the ground. The cannibal tribe was frightened by the sharp weapon, and Moo was so hurt by their stone axes that both sides had to retreat. One side kept rubbing the smashed places on his body, and the other watched in horror as his companion wailed and died, but he did not dare to step forward and fight hard. Fear has suppressed their greed, and between life and artifact, they try to make choices that are in their favor.

Zhuang was shocked again, both at the tenacity and sharpness of this bright weapon, and at the fact that his men were killed so quickly, counting before and after, and there were only nine people left, including himself. But the other party still had two helpers standing behind and didn't come up, and it seemed that they weren't so strong, at least not as strong as themselves, otherwise the two of them wouldn't be standing with only two wooden sticks in the distance.

It seems that it's time to use the trick!

Zhuang shook the stone hammer in his hand, stepped forward, pointed at Mohaha and smiled:

"Haha, you're the one who escaped from the Yu tribe, and you found two helpers, but they don't look good. We've eaten a lot of your tribesmen, and their heads are still on those sticks. ”

Speaking of this, he paused deliberately, he saw that Moo's expression changed a little, and the other party's slightly trembling body, he wanted to provoke the other party.

"Do you want to avenge them? I'll give you a chance, come on, heads-up, the one who loses can only be a stepping stone to the strong. ”

Zhuang's strategy was successful, and Moo was enraged. His heaving chest told others that he was very angry at the moment, and that no one knew the consequences of his anger, because no one had seen it yet. But you can imagine that honest people are forced to be anxious, and they know how they look when they get angry, it's terrible! Especially if you still hold the murder weapon of modern society and the artifact of primitive society, you just want to protect your clansmen and protect your honest people, it will be crazy.

Yes!

Moo roared angrily, and his angry voice even woke up the sleeping clansmen in the two wooden fences, and the people who were so hungry and weak dragged their tired bodies to the fence and opened their mouths to say silent words, as if to warn Moo to run quickly and not save them again.

Moo was furious and roared again, he stared at the strong man in front of him, who was a head taller than him, and slowly took off the animal skin clothes on his body, and Zhuang also threw aside the animal skin that was in the way.

The other eight members of the cannibal tribe dispersed, leaving enough space for the two in the field. Heads-up fights like this are prevalent among tribes, and when they quarrel over something they find together, they settle it in a heads-up manner until one of them concedes.

But this heads-up in front of them is not so simple, they know that the loser will die. If their captain fails, they have to come to their aid. But will our strong captain fail? No!

They shouted and cheered for their captain, but they didn't notice that Ding Qi and the two outside the field opened the "wooden sticks" in their hands and aimed them at them.

Whoosh twice, the sound of sharp arrows cutting through the air reached everyone's ears, but it didn't attract their attention, they were still watching the two people in the field who were about to make a move shouting, even if the sharp arrow pierced the bodies of the two people, they didn't react, until the two of them fell down covering the bloody wounds.

Everyone looked at what was happening in the field and was stunned, confused, and didn't know what was going on. But they soon knew what was going on, and two more of them struggled to fall to the snow with two consecutive bowstring sounds.

Zhuang's eyes were red, and four of his men were killed in an instant. He wanted the remaining four to attack the two men, but he saw cringe and fear in the eyes of the four of them.

The two men who had fallen on the snow were not yet dead, they screamed in pain, and the terrible appearance made two of them unbearable, and they threw away their stone axes, pulled out their legs, and ran into the distance. But before they could get any far, two arrows caught up with them, piercing their lungs and sending them fear, cold, and darkness.

Except for Zhuang, the other two knelt on the ground, kowtowing incessantly, and chanting words in their mouths, hoping that Ding Qi would spare them.