Inside the Nahua barracks, it was already noisy. At least ninety percent of the soldiers in the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info are crazy and stupid, laughing and scolding, tearing and fighting, and making a mess.

Seeing this, Ewing knew that the soldiers had been drugged and would not be able to recover for a while, so he knocked two of his guards unconscious, gathered hundreds of soldiers who were still sane, and went straight to the cage where Samoyed was being held.

Nine times out of ten, the attack on the army is related to Samoyed, and as long as he takes him away, the initiative will remain in the hands of the Nahuas, otherwise the Nahuas will face the crazy revenge of the Sentes.

They hurried to the cage, and when they saw that Samoyed was still in it, they rejoiced, and quickly opened the cage, tied him to a camel, and mounted the camel, and went on a rampage through the frenzied crowd, and hurried to the camp on the east side.

The camels, who had no water, were able to save their minds, but now the camp was in a very messy manner, and they did not move fast.

Suddenly, Ewing felt an inexplicable chill in his body, and a strong sense of crisis came from the side, and he did not hesitate to roll over from the hunchback.

Poof! A huge silver sword light swept down from the top of his head, splitting the camel beneath Ewing in half.

Domineering and cruel! Blood splattered! The camel let out a mournful wail, and then fell completely silent.

At the same time, hundreds of black-clothed men wearing masks suddenly appeared from the crowd and swooped down on the soldiers on the camels.

The soldier on the hunchback, seeing this, had no fear, and swung the scimitar in his hand vigorously, and slashed at these black-clothed men condescendingly. They were all well-trained soldiers, but it was a pity that they had encountered a fully upgraded living dead, 395 ninth-level martial artists, a force that could make people despair, just a face, and the hunchback was already empty.

Ewing screamed in fright, turned and fled into the crowd. He is already the top strength of the Nahua clan, but he finds that the strength of everyone on the other side is not weaker than his own, what kind of strength is this?

More than 300 elder-level masters? I guess even the Wikipedians can't find so many!

Is this the strength of the Cent, or the strength of the northern tribes?

Ewing suddenly realized that the Nahua had unwittingly fallen into some kind of great crisis.

"Die!" He was running for his life in a panic, when a low roar suddenly sounded in his ears, and the domineering silver sword light appeared in front of him again.

Ewing didn't dare to parry, his body turned sharply to the right to dodge, but before he could take a few steps, two fists smashed in, and he saw that the opponent's speed was too fast, and he blindly dodged and became more passive. So he gritted his teeth, and his arms swung out violently to meet him.

The four fists intersected, making a thumping sound, Ewing only felt that the opponent's strength was surprisingly great, his arms were numb, his chest was stuffy, and his breath almost didn't slow down. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to take it anymore, he shrank and began to hide in the crowd, constantly grabbing the soldiers who were hallucinating to block each other.

Samoyed was tied to the camel's back in an indecent posture with his butt facing the sky, and as the camel spun around in place, he happened to see the whole battle clearly.

In particular, the huge silver sword light left an extremely deep impression on his heart.

As a powerful warrior of the Cente tribe, he longed for war, admired warriors, and the man who wielded a silver heavy sword met in his opinion exactly what it would mean to be a warrior, and even far exceeded it. The indomitable momentum, the fierce and strong, and the overbearing sword moves all made the opponent feel powerless.

In contrast, those men in black, although they are equally powerful, are more like a cold machine, which makes people feel intimate.

Samoyed stared at the warrior intently, oblivious to his situation, until he found that the warrior had dealt with Ewing and was walking towards him.

"Heroes, warriors, I'm here!" He looked eagerly at each other and shouted at the other.

"Your name?" A warrior in armor came to him, his voice low.

"Samoyed, I am Samoyed!" He replied loudly.

Under the metal mask, dark brown eyes looked at him coldly for a moment, then grabbed the reins of the camel and turned to walk out of the camp.

"Hero, let me down, I can go by myself!" Samoyed suddenly realized that his posture was extremely indecent, and hurriedly pleaded loudly to the armored warrior.

The warrior ignored his plea, walked straight out of the camp gate, handed him over to a group of answerers, and turned back.

The answerers took Samoyed to a camp a few miles away and let him down.

Samoyed took the water bladder handed by the other party and poured a few sips before observing the surrounding environment. There were hundreds of tents, thousands of soldiers, and many horses. However, these soldiers were all black as charcoal, and their eyes were bright and abrupt, a race he had never seen before.

The soldiers brought Samoyed some food, but no one answered his question, and Samoyed no longer was bored with himself, but sat on his side, eating and moving slowly.

It didn't take long for the bustling footsteps to sound, and thousands of soldiers in different costumes appeared one after another, and the hundreds of black-clad men who rescued Samoyed were among them, followed by a large number of ragged and deatheless Cente soldiers, who were captured with Samoyed.

When the Cente soldiers saw that Samoyed was also in the camp, they instantly became excited, and let out a warm cheer, and Samoyed responded to the soldiers with open arms and a smile.

But the next moment, his smile suddenly froze on his face, and he saw a woman in white with a beautiful face in the crowd, smiling and looking forward to life, walking with a tall young man and the armored warrior who rescued him.

Seeing the woman in white, Samoyed suddenly remembered what Gusta had said to him, and the identity of the other party was already about to be revealed.

"The country is beautiful and fragrant, it seems that what Gusta said is true!" His gaze was complicated, and his gaze wandered back and forth on the three of them, and he soon attracted the attention of the other party.

The tall young man came to Samoyed first and looked at him calmly. The woman in white and the warrior in armor were on the left and right of the youth, and the heavy sword and the skirt were both rigid and soft, setting off the young man's strong momentum as steady as a mountain.

"In Lower Samoyed, thank you for saving your life!" Although the Samoyed was down, he did not lose his courtesy and bowed deeply to the three people.

The tall young man smiled brightly, his expression proud. The armored warrior beside him ripped off his helmet.

A delicate and incomparable face suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Oh my God, she's the woman who defeated Gusta!

Samoyed's eyes were straight, his Adam's apple was twitching, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with a string of salivation.

Seeing this, the woman's brows furrowed, and her deep voice was as cold as ice:

"Looking for death?" (To be continued.) )