The memory seems to be a little off, but it is still quickly pulled back.

It is said that the cowardly demons who are playing the game, in the dim daylight, are playing with passion and fire.

The fiery metal object of iron, with a scorching heat at the front, brought a painful experience to the rolling Jevre.

It seems that the soul is rising, the mind is stagnant in pain, and life is sublimated in tumbling.

And the participants of the game, several long green skin with strange styles, unique shapes, and tattoos full of strange symbols, are also laughing and laughing. What a pleasure!

A group of onlookers from afar also watched all this with great interest.

It's a pity that you can only watch, after all, if you want to play games, you have to be qualified.

The fist is not big enough, and the tricks are not enough, so it is better to secretly go to the corner and.

In such a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere, there was a noisy running sound from a distance, and it seemed that a group of visitors were rushing enthusiastically.

The dust raised in the sky is enough to show that the number of visitors is still quite considerable.

The cowards looked at each other, strangely emerging from the gloomy stone caves, from the rough one-story simple stone huts, and looked in amazement at the uninvited guests in the distance.

After all, the Guluo tribe is just a small and remote place.

Located in a secluded but barren corner of the Hotz Mountains, resources are so scarce that outsiders rarely visit here.

And looking at the other party's posture, it doesn't look like he's here to invite guests to dinner, is something going to happen?

With a state of apprehension, the matriarch, who was seven feet five inches tall, strong and muscular, like a bodybuilding champion, immediately shouted sharply.

"Guys, get over here and set up a queue at once. I don't want to be picked up and cramped by the old man, so I will be more disciplined and serve carefully. Whoever does not know the severity of the offense to the noble lord, I will make him regret coming into this world. ”

The hoarse roar was filled with unease and caution. It is worthy of standing out from more than a thousand cowardly demons and becoming the head of a clan.

The cowards who emerged from all corners, in twos and threes, quickly but haphazardly gathered in the open space in front of the patriarch's humble stone house.

I didn't even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. For fear of finding some excuse for the upcoming noble lords, they will be easily slaughtered.

Yevre also quietly got up, dragging his seemingly scarred body, and stood quietly in a far corner.

Right around the corner was a hidden cave entrance.

There are many forks in the cave, and the terrain is intricate, like a maze, and if you are not careful, you will lose your bearings.

Visitors from afar came to the stone house in the blink of an eye, but it was a group of heavily armed inferior warriors, numbering nearly a hundred.

The Bad Demon Captain at the head stood still, glanced contemptuously at the cowardly Demon Patriarch standing at the front, and a word floated out of his fanged mouth in an unkind tone.

"Lord Moduff has issued an edict: All races and tribes in the territory, and every member of the Demon Clan who has entered the growth period, must unconditionally gather in Hall City before June 15. Wait for the adults to reorganize, and then engage in a great, sacred realm bloody battle. If anyone dares to escape, kill the cowards who dare not join for fear of death, and kill those who conceal their personnel!"

A murderous announcement shocked every cowardly demon bun of the Guluo tribe who didn't dare to breathe.

Generally, there are only cowards in the mortal realm, and they are a bunch of the most inconspicuous cannon fodder on the battlefield. Knowing that if you participate in the war, you may die, but you don't dare to have the slightest words of resistance.

Look at the neat black monster python leather armor of the Bad Demon Squad, and the sharp horizontal knife that flashes with cold light, it is obviously not comparable to ordinary metal weapons.

Although there are only 100 people, and the personnel are also tall, short, fat and thin, and uneven, the weakest are all existences in the middle realm of the mortal level.

In the middle of the mortal realm, only the patriarch of the Guluo tribe has reached this realm, but he can't even wear a complete set of equipment.

Compared with this inferior demon warrior, the strength and weakness are distinct, which can be described as a world of difference.

"Your Excellency, O Yari, the Patriarch of the Gura tribe, do everything to your commands. The villain immediately organized all the clansmen above the growth period and rushed to Halls City. It's just that I dare to ask how far away is the city of Halls? The villain has little knowledge, but he has never visited the great lord's city. The villain is afraid of delaying the adult's order, so please let the adult tell you one or two. ”

The Guluo patriarch looked confused, and hurriedly asked the confusion in his heart, but he really didn't know whose territory he was in.

As for a group of Guluo tribesmen who were in a state of bewilderment, their expressions were even more surprised, so they didn't mention it.

The sturdy Bad Demon Captain looked around the Gurro tribe to see the few shabby, mottled bungalows and stone houses.

Look at the gloomy cave entrances, and an unforgettable magical smell wafts into your nostrils.

It was all around, and there were not even a few trees except for the rolling hills and ravines.

What a barren and out-of-the-way corner!

If it weren't for the fact that he stumbled upon a settlement while searching around here, the ghost would have known that there was such a tribe.

The Bad Demon Captain's eyes flickered, as if he was planning something in his heart.

"The sacred city of Halls is less than 20,000 miles away, and according to a normal trip, it should be possible to reach it in ten days. The tribe of the patriarch is strong at a glance, everyone is an elite, and it must be no big problem to arrive in ten days. This is a military order issued by the great Lord Modaf himself, and the patriarch must not have any superfluous thoughts. "

When the Guluo patriarch heard this, he was shocked in his heart, and the situation seemed to be a little wrong.

This bad demon captain seems to have a bad intention. Out of an abundance of caution, hurry up and be careful to justify.

"Captain, that's 20,000 miles! If the villain is in a hurry, even if he doesn't sleep, it will take about nine days. But the villain's clansmen, there is really nothing they can do! Even if they all run away, they won't be able to reach it in ten days! Captain, don't let the villain set off alone.

As for the villain's clan, the adults can do whatever they want. The villain has a little bit of a collection and wants to ask the captain to appreciate it, and please give me a lot of advice. ”

Before the evil demon captain with a ghost in his heart could speak, the bad demons of the Guluo tribe heard this, but they raised their heads one after another, and roared angrily at the patriarch Sawya.

"Sawyer, you patriarch are stupid, do you really think that if you are stronger, you dare to dispose of everyone at will? It's still the patriarch, I'm bah!"

"Do you still dispose of it at will? You patriarch will fuck me off, if you don't kneel down and call it conquest, you don't know why the flowers are so red. Wrong, so blue!"

"Honorable Captain, all of Sawyer's collections, the little ones know where they are, and even his most precious treasures, the little ones have seen. Sawyer, the treacherous villain, would never have taken out the most precious item, which was the flesh of his heart. Don't be deceived, Captain!"

For a time, it can be said that the crowd was angry, and the patriarch of Sawyaka instantly fell into the condemnation of the clan. It's like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats.

Yevre looked around from afar, and hurriedly followed the crowd, pretending to open his mouth wide, but did not make a sound.

This somewhat weird scene in front of me seems to be really abnormal, very wrong.

As soon as there is a conflict, quickly smear the soles of your feet with oil - and slip away. It's still your own life.

As for the other clansmen, they are all goods who kill a thousand knives, and their life and death have nothing to do with themselves.