"You've all experienced the cold wind at night, and they only care about keeping warm in such weather, even the patrol people will be absent-minded. ”

In the dead of night, the old leader of the Knife Tribe was boosting the morale of the warriors.

He hadn't done it in a long time, and it had been too long since he had been challenged by the new leader to lose his position as leader.

But this time the envoy made him see the opportunity, and he didn't dare to think about regaining the position of leader, but at least he had more say in the tribe.

With this in mind, he mustered up all his strength to give these warriors who followed him the greatest courage.

In this battle, only victory is allowed, not defeat.

"Take that thing, jump out of the fence, just walk into the snow for a while, and no one can see us. ”

At this time, the door was open, and the wind and snow whistling outside were clearly visible, and once the line of sight touched the wind and snow, it was no longer clear what was behind.

"We can do it. ”

The warriors began to say that they were all warriors who followed the old leader, who had been suppressed for too long, and this time, they were going to rise up.

While they were in the middle of a heated discussion, the Eight Generations of Witches gathered with the sound leader and the Zhuo who had prepared early.

"You don't have to come, it's just some rangers, I'll deal with it. ”

When Zhuo saw the Eight Generations of Witches coming, he greeted him and said.

Yashiro Wu smiled and didn't speak, just patted him on the shoulder, and then looked at the warriors behind him.

The number of people is not large, and there are only more than 200 people in total, but this is not all there is to this interception.

Because it is not known where the enemy is coming from, there are many such teams, distributed around the perimeter of the fence, waiting for the bone sentinel to summon.

"Bear with me, I guess they will leave today, and they won't be able to endure it for a few days. ”

Yashiro said and waved his hand behind him.

A soldier came out with a stone jar in his hand, and when the warriors saw that it was a jar.

"Broth?"

Zhuo asked in surprise.

The Eight Generations Witch nodded: "It's hot, one person takes a sip, and every warrior has to drink it." ”

This was specially brought out of his home, and he used his staff to heat it from time to time along the way, so he was not afraid of the cold.

The warriors had already rushed up, and one by one they stepped forward to take a sip, and they were not satisfied.

Although everything in this world has recovered, there is still not much fresh meat, and even if it is hunted, it is mostly frozen and sealed, and the food of the tribe is still distributed according to demand, and only the high-level can occasionally enjoy fresh meat.

Frozen meat is completely different from fresh meat, which is especially important for long-term carnivorous warriors.

Today's food is still dominated by frozen fish, and whether it is grilled or stewed, the warriors are tired of eating it.

Take out the fresh broth today, one is to motivate the warriors, after all, this is the first battle of the Fire Tribe here, even if the scale is small, but it is also very important.

Secondly, such a cold castle guard waits for the rabbit, if the enemy does not come, it is really difficult to explain, but this matter cannot be controlled by the eight generations of witches, and they have to take precautions, so they can only be appeased in advance.

With this broth, even if the people from the Dao tribe don't come out today, these people won't have conflicts.

The Eight Generations Witch is here and there delivering broth, and the team of emissaries of the Knife Tribe has already walked out of the room.

They move against the walls, try to hide in the wind and snow, and their whereabouts are very hidden.

The warriors who were arranged by the Yashiro Witch to observe from a distance in the room did not notice them at all, and it was indeed easy to hide their bodies in such weather.

They stalked cautiously all the way, and soon came to a wall that they had seen during the day, and saw hammers piled up next to the wall.

"Take that thing and hurry up. ”

The old leader of the Sword Tribe knew that there was no need to be cautious at this time, so he took his things and hurried away, entering the wind and snow world outside, even if the Fire Tribe chased them out, he would have nothing to do with them.

With this in mind, he rushed out first.

Totemic power erupted from his body, supporting his aging body to burst out at a speed not inferior to that of his prime.

The speed of the old leader of the Sword Tribe is fast, but the warrior behind him is faster, and it is also a burst of totem power, and the young body is superior after all.

Everyone ran to the side of the copper hammer, stretched out their hands and pulled the grip, turned around and was about to run out, but they did not expect the copper hammer to be unusually heavy, and many soldiers were caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Those who fell to the ground tripped those who did not fall, and more than 100 people almost piled up into a mountain of meat after a crackle.

The old leader of the Sword Tribe, who was a step slower, looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, thinking that he had fallen for some kind of scheme, but he didn't think that it was just an accident, and the warrior who was in charge of keeping an eye outside the fence was also very surprised.

Surprised, surprised, what should be done must not be forgotten, this sound tribe warrior struggled to blow the bone whistle in his mouth.

The use of bone whistles by warriors of the Yin tribe is very different from that of other tribes, which can only deliver very simple messages, but the sound tribe can transmit relatively complex information through bone whistles.

He blew the ups and downs of his voice, spoke with music, and conveyed the scene in front of him.

Not far away, another Sound Tribesman warrior passed the short message again, until the sound circled around the entire tribe's walls, and then stopped.

And all the warriors who were preparing heard the sound, including the leader of the eight generations of witches and tones on the way to deliver the soup.

"Southside. ”

The sound leader could naturally understand the bone whistle, and almost instantly he gave an interpretation, and rushed to the south with the eight generations of witches.

They weren't far from this location, but there was someone closer than them, and that was Captain Scorch.

By the time Zhuo arrived at the scene with his team, the fence had been breached, and the old leader of the Knife Tribe was charging out with his warriors.

Scorching was sure they were charging, but it seemed like there was no enemy in front of them.

At this time, the old leader of the knife tribe had been frightened, and the team that went to get the copper hammer was ambushed, and a bone whistle immediately sounded next to him, how could he not panic.

He has not been in battle for many years, and it is difficult to mention the courage of the year, and he has lost the composure of his prime.

Therefore, in the panic, the order he gave was to charge, not caring about the whole team, let alone watching left and right, and directly leading the team to break through the wall and rush out into the wind and snow, which was all he thought at this time.

This also formed the scene in front of them, these people of the Knife Tribe ignored the team led by the flank rush, and just rushed into the wind and snow with their heads bored.

When he first saw this scene, Zhuo was still a little hesitant, afraid that this was the enemy's ploy, but the Yin tribe warriors who were guarding the side and saw all this reminded him in time.

"They were shocked. ”

It was like a pack of wolves that were in a state of confusion at night because of a wolf howl, and then more and more wolves joined in but could not see the enemy, and finally even attacked indiscriminately.

After listening to the words of the Yin tribe warrior, he immediately understood what he meant, and directly led the team to rush over.

This was the first battle after the Fire Tribe was set as the capital, and it was also the first battle after the appearance of the Copper Blade.

When more than 200 people charged, the long knives in their hands were wrapped in totem power, which made them look unusually bright.

The enemy, who had never seen such a scene before, was completely crushed in a panic, and they rushed forward to charge, and few people turned to meet the enemy.

"Meet the enemy, meet the enemy, if you can't run, you must meet the enemy to have a way to live. ”

At the critical moment, the old leader finally found a little bit of the feeling of the past, but the battlefield was out of control, his shouts were buried by the wind and the chaotic sound of running, no one cared about this old man, even though he was once the bravest warrior of the Sword Tribe.

There was not the slightest sympathy on the burning face, only the snowflakes licking the corners of his mouth excitedly.

"Kill. ”

He roared, swung his totemic stone knife in his hand, and was the first to charge into the chaos of his enemies.

The warriors who followed behind were heroically killed, they didn't use the usual tactics of the warband, or it was a battle of annihilation, so they fought unusually wild.

Jumping, stabbing, blades with totemic power easily break through enemy weapons, slice open their throats, and let their blood spray into the sky, mixed with snowflakes falling to the ground.

It was a one-sided slaughter, and the enemy went from being crushed at the touch of a button to being panicked and finally begging on the ground to surrender.

However, Zhuo did not stop, and his subordinates did not stop, before the war began, the eight generations of witches had an explanation:

These warriors, whose faces are disgruntled in front of the totem of the fire totem, must wash their sins by staining their blood red in front of the fire capital.

Since the advent of writing, the people of the Fire Tribe have spoken more and more with flavor.

When Yatsuyo Witch, who said this, arrived at the battlefield, the slaughter was nearing its end, and the warriors were mending their swords to the fallen enemy.

Or a slash in the stomach, or a cut in the throat.

The only enemy still standing is the old leader of the Knife Tribe.

He held the stone knife with a trembling hand, and his body leaned on the stone knife to keep it from falling, and his eyes were filled with anger, blood, tears, and pain.

The people who fell beside him were his closest sons and nephews, and no one wanted to come near him since he lost power, and the people on this battlefield were all related to him, and they were the youngest and most heroic of them.

Now, his last power in the Sword Tribe has also been wiped out, and he himself is likely to die in the Fire Tribe.

"Surrender, the Fire Tribe doesn't kill the prisoners, at least not in this battle. ”

The eight generations of witches came to the old leader of the sword tribe and said condescendingly.

"But just now they surrendered. ”

The resentment finally disappeared, and the cold wind reminded the old man that he was no longer in his prime, and he was afraid, but he couldn't help but question the young witch in front of him.

"I wasn't there just now, and no one could accept surrender. ”

A reason that is not a reason, but the old leader of the Knife Tribe must accept it.

"I ...... Fall. ”

His trembling hands tried several times to pull out the stone knife and put it around his neck, but in the end he did not do so.

When a man is old, his courage is small, and he looked at the stone knife that had followed him for most of his life, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he threw it in a pool of blood.

From now on, he probably won't use a knife anymore.

The Eight Generations Witch asked him to take him back to take care of them, and these corpses were naturally disposed of, and the Eight Generations Witch turned around and walked towards the altar.

He still remembered what the Fire Totem had told him: Deal with the matter of the Sword Tribe and come to see me.