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Some cut large chunks of beef on the table; Some added firewood to keep the smoking cauldron in a state of fire; A slave next to him held a huge spoon in both hands, twisting and stirring in the cauldron; A slave was washing some vegetables at the well, and an obese Sato tribesman, with a whip in his hand, sat on a stone on the edge of the shed, staring at the slaves at work, while his eyes were fixed on the boiled pot of beef soup on the table, drooling and greedily sniffing the air for the smell of meat.

At this time, another slave came.

The slaves were barefoot with shackles on their feet, and wore only a fig leaf that covered their lower bodies, both male and female.

A female slave came with blank eyes and a walking corpse to the cauldron.

The slave in charge of the cauldron gestured to the beef broth on the table beside him, and then went back to work, stirring the beef in the cauldron and occasionally adding condiments.

The female slave picked up and turned and left.

The fat overseer watched the pot of beef soup leave, and finally, in frustration, whipped it and struck the slave in charge.

"Hurry up and work for Lao Tzu, or you will die."

Luo Xiaobing followed the female slave, came to her side, took out the weak disease powder, glanced at her first, and saw that she was not paying attention, like a robot, looking ahead with empty eyes, and moving forward mechanically.

Luo Xiaobing quickly sprinkled the weak disease powder, and then stepped aside.

I saw the female slave carrying the beef soup into the tent, and after a while, she came out of it.

Luo Xiaobing hid outside, listening to the movement inside, from the introduction of weak medicine powder, he learned that after he was hit by this kind of thing, he couldn't exert any strength, and, most importantly, he couldn't speak.

Luo Xiaobing patiently listened to the movement inside, from the sound of eating, to slowly hearing the sound of 'gurgling' soup, and suddenly heard a sound of 'bang', Luo Xiaobing realized that the opportunity had come.

There were no guards at the door of the tent, Luo Xiaobing looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to his location, so he quietly walked in.

“……”

I saw that the camp tent was in a mess, with broken bones and meat scraps everywhere, and food scraps thrown everywhere.

On the ground lay a fat, ornamented man in a large fur of animal skin.

His eyes widened, and he looked feebly at the empty tent ceiling, and he couldn't speak.

"It's amazing!" Luo Xiaobing said with emotion.

Luo Xiaobing strode up and swung his sword to cut off the head of the five-turn Sato clan patriarch, and he was killed like this.

"Damn, this can't afford to be a real cow, it's a pity that the task is dedicated." Luo Xiaobing saw its value, if he used it to deal with bosses or divine beasts and the like, wouldn't it be even better.

But he knew it was impossible.

After leaving the Sato tribe, Luo Xiaobing flew towards the Black Light tribe to the west.

At this time, it was already night when I came to the Black Light Tribe.

Luo Xiaobing looked at it from a distance, the Black Light Tribe was dead silent, the few torches shone on some important positions of the tribe, and most places were dark, and there were only some Black Light Tribesmen who did not return at night outside.

The buildings of the Black Light Tribe are mostly wooden dwellings, square, and the tribe is surrounded by huge wooden piles, unlike the Sato Tribe, which is a flat river, only set up camp tents, and has no defensive power at all.

Flying over the tribe, Luo Xiaobing began to look for the location of the patriarch, and finally found that there was a relatively large double-storey wooden building in the center of the tribe.

I saw a man inside who was stained with black mud and scarred all over his body, lying on the edge of the table, not knowing what he was doing, and it seemed that he was painting.

Luo Xiaobing looked around, and for a while he didn't know how to spread the weak disease powder.

At this time, Luo Xiaobing found that when the patriarch was drawing, he would occasionally lick the tip of the pen and then continue to paint.

Luo Xiaobing suddenly had an idea.

He looked around and decided to make some movement.

So, he summoned the Shadow Demon Wolf and made it make trouble below.

I saw the Shadow Demon Wolf suddenly appear, and the two black light guards guarding downstairs were startled.

"Where is the monster, kill him." The two guards immediately drew their matching knives from their waists and chased after the Shadow Demon Wolf.

The movement below also attracted the attention of the Black Light Clan Patriarch, and he immediately ran out of the room.

When Luo Xiaobing saw him leaving, he immediately climbed into the window, came to the place where he painted, and looked at what the patriarch of the Black Light Clan had drawn.

"Damn."

Luo Xiaobing looked at it and painted a ** portrait, although it was a little unvivid, and his painting skills were very bad, but he also saw the taste of the patriarch of the Black Light Clan.

Luo Xiaobing quickly sprinkled weak powder on the nib of the pen, this kind of thing is colorless and tasteless, and it quickly blends with the nib.

Then, he received a call for help from the Shadow Demon Wolf, and Luo Xiaobing hurriedly recalled it, after all, it was not the opponent of the Black Light Clan Patriarch and so many of his clansmen.

After losing the Shadow Wolf, the group left scolding and returning to their respective houses.

When the Black Light Clan Patriarch returned, Luo Xiaobing had already used the Storm Wings to move outside the house.

The patriarch of the Black Light Clan sat down at the table again and began the journey of "creation".

It's just that when he licked the tip of the pen, the whole person was not good, and he immediately collapsed on the table, and even the strength to close his eyes disappeared.

He watched Luo Xiaobing walk in, cut off his head with a sword, and died blindly.

After Luo Xiaobing killed the patriarch of the Black Light Clan, he disappeared into the night sky and headed towards the Yir tribe to the north.

The Yir tribe is a lively scene, and the patriarch Yir follows everyone to celebrate, so it is not lively.

The women of the Ir tribe danced around the fire, and on one side, several soldiers of the Golden Tribe, their eyes wide open, roared loudly.

"Let us go, our noble tribe of gold, you scum can't insult."

Some naughty black people of the Il tribe, holding charcoal, scratched a mess of symbols on their bronzed skin and faces, and screamed triumphantly, as if they were very accomplished.

"Haha, come, offer our sacrifices." Old Yir sat on the first seat and said loudly to the excited clansmen below with satisfaction.

The voice was harsh and unpleasant.

"Let go of me, I don't want to die, I want to fight you to the death!" A member of the Golden Tribe was pulled out of his cage.

"Hateful, kind of let us go, you bastards!"

Seeing this, Luo Xiaobing decided to save them.

"Anyway, their strength is good, maybe I can take advantage of the chaos to kill the patriarch of the Il tribe." Thinking of this, Luo Xiaobing swept away a pile of spears placed in the shed, those were all weapons of the Golden Tribe.

These were all soldiers, and some of the people were locked in cages, their feet and hands were chained, and it would be an absolute disaster for the Yir tribe to release them.

So, he collected all the weapons in the shed, and then watched as a soldier of the Ilr tribe pushed a golden tribesman forward, and in front of him was a huge fire pit, which was so bright that it was far away.

Luo Xiaobing quickly moved to his side, removed the key, unfastened the chains in his hand, and threw him a spear.

The whole thing passed so quickly that the black people holding him didn't know why.

When the tribesman stabbed him to death with a gun, the rest of the Ir tribe was in chaos.

And the Shadow Demon Wolf carried Luo Xiaobing, and then headed towards the other Golden Tribe soldiers who were tied up, biting off the ropes that bound them one by one, and Luo Xiaobing also threw out a spear.

"Roar!"

When the soldiers took advantage of the attention of the tribesmen, they started their spears, and the people of the Golden Tribe glowed with a burst of intense golden light one by one, and they became extremely brave.

"Kill, kill the scum." A soldier shouted.

The spear stabbed out, instantly piercing the chest of one of the guards.

"Not good, protect the patriarch."

"Help!"

"Hurry up, kill them."

The four soldiers formed a battle formation, and the people of the Yir tribe panicked one by one, and after killing a lot of people, they finally bombed the camp.

"Damn ants, die!" The soldiers who had regained their freedom did not forget to rescue the other trapped tribesmen, and joined with the tribesmen to kill the hearts of the Yir tribe.

"What, what's going on?"

No one knew why these tied Kairosa remnants suddenly regained their freedom, let alone how the spears they had collected as trophies appeared out of thin air and fell on them.

Old Ilr was protected at the end, and he stepped back vigorously.

Suddenly, Old Il found that something had been spilled into his mouth, and he swallowed it habitually, and then, his body suddenly went limp, and then, only to feel a cold neck, his whole head flew up, and his body fell weakly.

After dropping Old Eir's head into the inventory, Luo Xiaobing put on the Shadow Cloak again, spread his wings and flew into the sky.

"The remnants of Kailosa, don't fall in love with the war, withdraw to the tribe!" Luo Xiaobing roared in the air.

Although the people of those golden tribes are strong, their numbers are too small after all, so it is better to take advantage of the chaos and escape to talk about it.

"Withdraw!" After being reminded by Luo Xiaobing, they also began to retreat.

So, a few soldiers started and killed a bloody road.

And because the patriarch of the Yir tribe was killed, the little Yir was too close to these soldiers at that time, and he was the most cruel to insult the soldiers, so he also became the focus of the soldiers of the Golden Tribe, he was seriously injured, was rescued, and survived, but he was no longer able to command the battle.

Therefore, the current Yir tribe has no leader, and the people of the Golden Tribe have also escaped smoothly, and Luo Xiaobing was also relieved to see them fleeing, and spread his wings and flew to the last tribe in the south. (To be continued.) )