There are many tribes that worship the king cobra as a totem in the vast mountains, and the Poison Fang tribe is one of them, this small tribe has only more than 500 people, but it is a nightmare for the surrounding tribes.

The Fangs tribe has always used the venom of the king cobra for the coming-of-age ceremony, and whenever the tribal children reach the age of 16, the tribe will sacrifice to start this terrifying ritual.

The sacrifice will use a wooden thorn with a little venom of the king snake of the eye, and prick two points on the child's left arm to allow the venom to slowly penetrate into the skin.

This ritual is very cruel, the venom of the king cobra is known as the best of snake venom, even if there is only one drop, even if this drop is diluted ten thousand times, these diluted liquids can still kill hundreds of mortals.

Now for this coming-of-age ceremony, it takes a full two drops of venom, and even if the giants are physically strong, not everyone can stand it.

This is the main reason for the sparse population of the Fanged tribe, which has at least a forty percent mortality rate.

Although the mortality rate is high, the benefits are not without it, and the giants who were able to survive this ritual were all protected by the snake god. They are stronger, more agile, and more brutal.

The surrounding tribes have a very pertinent evaluation of Fang, "If you encounter a team of 10 Fangs, then please use 100 people to deal with him, if you meet 500 Fangs warriors, then you better move your clan, because that is the population of Fang's entire clan, and they are here to die..."

The fire is now being ambushed by the Fangs, and this jungle is the territory of the Fangs.

Flowing Fire took the hundreds of totem skins in his hand, hid behind a tree, and was quietly observing the tribesmen on the hill, he found countless orcs, standing in the direction of the south, looking out, and faintly could hear a noise.

"Are you waiting for the warriors to triumph? Are you waiting for them to bring back my corpse?

"I'm sorry I let you down..."

With that, Flowing Fire cast a wind spell behind the tree, and he summoned a gale of wind from the south.

The orcs standing on the periphery of the tribe are indeed waiting for the return of the warriors. In their eyes, a lone awakened person is no match for hundreds of fanged warriors, and it is only a matter of time before they kill him.

It's a pity that these orcs have been waiting for more than half a day, seeing that the sun is about to set, but they still haven't seen the warriors return to camp.

While everyone was talking, a sudden south wind blew. At first, the orcs didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was an ordinary air turbulence, but this turbulence lasted too long.

It's an east wind today? Why does it keep blowing southerly winds? And there's a southerly wind in this area. In addition, the gusts of wind are getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, the sand and gravel are rolled up, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Just as an orc was rubbing his eyes desperately, trying to get the grit out of it, suddenly something slapped on his face.

The scrambled orc hurriedly removed the thing, and as he looked closely, a chill from his bone marrow rushed to his head.

"Curse... It's a curse... Someone ripped off our totem..."

He wasn't the only one who noticed the anomaly, there were hundreds of tattooed skins that had been torn from the orc's arms by a stream of fire.

Hundreds of bloody totem skins are hundreds of curses. It is the most terrifying curse in the hearts of orcs, the curse that the soul cannot return to the arms of the god of war after death.

The whole tribe was in chaos in an instant.

The adults were screaming, the children were crying, and even the patriarchs and priests were at a loss. When has the Fanged Tribe encountered such a large casualty, and when has it encountered such a vicious opponent.

Isn't tearing off the enemy totem the patent of the Poisonfang Tribe, how can anyone dare to use it on them, isn't he afraid of the Poisonfang Tribe's revenge?

The patriarch of the Fangs tribe was furious, and he drew his poisonous scimitar and roared feverishly, and he was gathering the tribesmen.

The sacrifice of the Fangs tribe was furious. He took out the venom of the king snake that he had treasured for many years, smeared it on the soldier's weapon, and muttered a spell in his mouth.

The entire Fangfang tribe is mobilizing for war, and even the children are taking out their adult scimitars from their homes and joining the ranks of revenge.

Unfortunately, before the ceremony was completed, the entire village suddenly burst into flames, and the violent fire explosion technique was connected into pieces, and one wooden house after another was set on fire, and some were simply blown to pieces.

Poor fangs, they have no experience with the Awoken. They actually gave Flowing Fire plenty of time to meditate. If they had started attacking when they spotted the wind, they might have been able to entangle the Driftfire, but unfortunately they miscalculated, and they actually gave the Driftfire time.

The most precious time.

Flowing Fire is now considered to have entered the Great Mastery with half a foot, and this fierce flame explosion technique has no head at all. The entire village was instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The Fangs tribe had seen such an attack, they had also looted supplies on the vast front line, and they had also fought with those mortal soldiers, in their eyes, a few fireballs, a few wooden thorns that didn't hurt or itch, that was the legendary spell. So in their hearts, there is complete contempt for the awakened at all.

Today the Flowing Fire taught them a lesson, the last lesson before they died.

The power of high-level spells, you can already live forever at a glance.

Countless bodies were blasted into the air, and then turned into countless pieces and fell to the ground. The scorching flames instantly carbonized the orc's skin, falling off like wood slag.

The Flame Burst consumed a large amount of air, and several tall fire whirlwinds appeared throughout the village, and all orcs felt a burst of suffocation wherever the whirlwind passed.

The patriarch of the Fangs tribe could barely support himself, but all the animal skins on his body had been burned, and a lot of the skin on his body had also been burned.

The patriarch could not bear the depression of being beaten passively, and rushed out of the village with a dozen warriors around him, and rushed straight to the direction of the strong wind. He knew that the sneak attacker must be hiding there.

"Don't run, you must not run, as long as I come to you, I will tear you apart..."

"The hand-to-hand combat skills of the Fangs tribe are invincible in the world..."

The patriarch's screams boosted the morale of the warriors around him, and they screamed and followed the patriarch into the woods.

Unfortunately, it was not a sheep that awaited them in the woods, but a beast of prey. As they rushed into the woods, they suddenly spotted a dark shadow walking through the canopy. The black shadow had two strange cordlines hanging from it, and it flew through the dense forest like an ape.

Not only that, but on that strange figure, all kinds of strange lights flashed from time to time, and after each light, a bizarre spell would be cast.

One foot is in the air, and there is wood in the trap on the flat ground, and there is wood in the thorn entanglement in the trap.

Stuck in a quagmire, there is a muddy pond on the ground, there are trees. There's even a wooden thorn piercing the foot inside.

Lianzhu fireball, the fireball is actually mixed with golden golden needles, it's too insidious.

The most infuriating thing is that this awakened person can actually play a big knife. Hand-to-hand combat is not weaker than these warriors.

Under the flying light of the knife, blood splattered, and the flying grabber with flowing fire passed through the crowd like a ghost, and the cold was a knife.

The elaborate black iron long knife can even pierce the vitality shield of the awakened, killing a few orcs without clothes, it is not the same as playing.

However, in just three or four faces, all the warriors around the patriarch died, leaving the giant, more than four meters tall, running naked in the dense forest.

The flowing fire was simply playing tricks on him, and the golden needle of the vitality illusion desperately attacked the weak point of the giant. Eyes, throat, joints, even chrysanthemums.

The gold spell was already tricky and difficult to prevent, and the pain it brought was extremely strong, but after half a meal, this mighty giant was already crying in pain.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the fire snatched the rope in his hand like a whip, and wrapped it around the giant's neck like a black snake.

The giant desperately grabbed Black Rope and resisted Black Rope's strangulation. Unfortunately, he didn't last long, and a flash of lightning along the black rope made his whole body numb.

At this moment, the flames in the canopy rushed down like a flying eagle. The black knife flashed, and a large head rolled to the ground.

At this point, the Poison Fang Tribe was completely wiped out.

Carrying the head of the patriarch, Liuhuo stood in the burning village, looking at the mess all over the ground, and there was some unbearability in his eyes. But he had no choice, if he didn't stand up, he would not be able to move an inch in the vast mountains.

Flowing Fire looked at the statue of the ironwood viper in the middle of the village, and with a wave of the long knife in his hand, the statue was cut in half diagonally.

The totem of the tribe was destroyed, and the head of the patriarch was in the middle of the village. The Fangs Tribe has been completely removed from the vast mountains.

In the darkness of the night, the fire left the burning village and threw itself into the endless forest.

The fate of the Fanged tribe spread throughout the vast mountains in an instant. In fact, yesterday evening, the surrounding tribes had already discovered the sky-high flames in the Poisonfang tribe. But since the Fangs Tribe is really a bunch of crazy people, everyone is afraid to approach.

It wasn't until the next day that some cautious spies passed on the news of the destruction of the Fanged Tribe.

When the leaders of the surrounding tribes gathered in the ruins, as they gazed at the broken totems and the heads on the ground, everyone gasped.

"Who did this? Could it be the Awakened We've been hunting?"

"Isn't that cowardly awakened person just fleeing for his life? how could he have such strength to destroy the Viper Tribe?"

"However, if it weren't for him, then this fire would not have been explained, and we were around the Fangs tribe, and we didn't find a large number of enemies attacking..."

Coincidentally, these patriarchs suddenly remembered the legend of a hundred years ago, the young man who broke through the vast expanse with a single sword. The mortal awakened one who stepped on the corpses of countless giants.

Could it be that a hundred years later, there will be another mortal to punish the giants?

Is the god of war tired of us, and the god of war wants to punish us with mortal hands?

A chill rose from the hearts of all the giants.