Lan Bi looked at the warriors of the Poor Qi Clan who kept pouring into the Blue Wolf Clan's cottage and the stumps and broken arms that were scattered around, and the little hope he had in his heart was completely shattered.

At this point, regret is no longer of any avail.

It can be seen from the offensive of those poor Qi clan warriors that their purpose this time is to completely wipe out the entire Blue Wolf Clan.

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Wei stood there quietly, watching the cottage of the blue wolf clan gradually stained red with blood, with a solemn expression.

Unconsciously, he already has the ruthless heart that a superior should have, a race of 10,000 or 20,000 people, he can mercilessly order it to be uprooted, which is not something that just anyone can do.

Perhaps many people will scoff at this statement, and even say that as long as they can have such an opportunity, they will definitely be able to do better than those legendary big names.

But in fact, the person who said these words can only enjoy it with the keyboard in his hand.

War is not only a test of combat effectiveness, but more importantly, the hearts of those in power.

Everyone has a benevolent heart, but a ruthless heart is not innate, but cultivated bit by bit under the unique environment and actual conditions.

At the beginning, Liu Wei did not have such ruthless methods, especially ordering the slaughter of a race.

But if he can't do what he does, he'll never be able to do it.

The Buddha has a good heart, but he also has a Vedic protector; Killing is a means, not a heart.

Many people gradually lose themselves in the process of killing, from purposeful killing to simply enjoying it, just like Zhu Wen today.

If a person wants to establish or overthrow a regime, killing is the most important and indispensable means, as long as he can keep his heart, he will surely reap success.

There are many such cases on the planet, and there are simply too many of them.

Which person who has been in power since ancient times has not had blood on his hands?

So why are some people called Ming Jun and some people become tyrants?

Didn't the second emperor of the Li family kill his two brothers? In the end, isn't it immortal and praised by future generations?

The winner is the prince and the loser, this is the last word that has not changed through the ages, and there is nothing to say.

It doesn't matter how you succeed, the important thing is that you can return to your original heart after you succeed and be recognized by the people, even if the means used before are despicable, they will be ignored by future generations.

All higher beings, including humans, have a common characteristic, that is, they are like the clouds.

As long as there are some people who say that this person is good and praise his merits all day long, and it happens that these things are real, then more people will slowly praise his merits.

After a few years, later generations cannot accurately know what happened back then, and can only be inferred by relying on some literary and historical materials that have been handed down.

And what has really been handed down is only the written record of praising this person, and even if there are some different voices, it will be regarded as malicious slander by some hostile people.

Wise through the ages, the coffin is closed, and everything is circulated......

Liu Wei is not thinking about anything in his life or future generations, he just wants to grow up as soon as possible, to be able to explore more unknowns, to find the meaning of his existence and what the secret left by Shennong is.

Although the combat effectiveness of the blue wolf clan is very strong, there is still an extremely obvious gap between them and the warriors of the poor Qi clan.

In just two hours, the number of people less than the Blue Wolf Clan, the ordinary Poor Qi Clan warriors have already slaughtered less than half of the Blue Wolf Clan, and they are all adult warriors.

By this time, the Blue Wolf Clan was no longer powerless to resist.

There are less than 20,000 people in their clan, and there are only five or six thousand young men who can become warriors, and now they have basically been killed, and the remaining old and weak women and children have no second way to go except to be killed.

Lan Bi looked at the tragic situation of rivers of blood and corpses everywhere in front of him, not only looked up to the sky and sighed, but hated the sky without eyes, and now he was going to die of the blue wolf clan.

At this time, Zariji had already spotted Lan Pi not far away, and a sinister smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards him.

Lan Bi also saw Zariji, raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, reached out and took his blade, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zariji.

However, the gap between him and Zariji is too big, even if Zariji has not yet learned any martial arts from Liu Wei, the master, but the strength and speed alone are far from what Lan Bi can fight.

The blade in Lan Pi's hand was an iron axe, and although it was not light, it was less than half the mace in Zarigi's hand.

As soon as they looked at each other, they both raised their blades, each using their best strength to kill the other within a single blow.

Lan Bi even had some faint expectations that other of them would be able to exert their super strength or that Zarigi would despise himself and not give it his all.

Because in that case, he could have killed Zarigi.

If it really succeeds, the blue wolf clan may have hope of continuing.

But the truth quickly told Lan Bi that it was just a dream he imagined himself, and it couldn't be realized at all.

The moment the blades collided between the two of them, the mace in Zarigi's hand broke his iron axe, almost smashing his head directly.

Lan Bi was shocked in his heart, and immediately pulled back, and scolded angrily:

"Zariji! Why are you willing to be driven by the little Guyue Clan and attack my Blue Wolf Clan for no reason? ”

Originally, Lan Bi didn't plan to talk nonsense with Zarigi, because he knew that no matter what he said, it would not have any effect.

But at this time, he had to use this to distract Zarigi and try to delay time to find an opportunity.

Many people will say that they are not afraid of death, but when death comes, very few people can face it calmly.

Lan Bi was ready to be defeated and killed before he made a move, but just when the mace in Zarigi's hand grazed his head, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

He was scared, afraid that he would die under the rod of Zariji and end up with a broken brain.

Zariji really didn't continue to attack, but slammed the mace in his hand to the ground and said in a cold voice:

"What does this have to do with you? When will it be your turn to dictate the affairs of my poor Qi clan? Do I have to ask you before I do anything? ”

Lan Bi saw Zariji talking, his heart was suddenly happy, and after a little thought, he spoke again:

"I have heard the name of the Zariji tribe of the poor Qi clan, but I didn't expect to see it today, but I became a thug raised by a small clan, what is the difference between this and raising wild beasts? It's just that the master throws a bone, and you just let it drive! ”

Although Lan Bi had not had any intersection with Zarigi before, but in his opinion, Zarigi was a reckless and simple character, with no brains at all......

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