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But even so, no one stopped to rest, just kept gritting their teeth and insisting.

Whether it was the order issued by the Yaman tribe or the sense of crisis brought by the monks of Loucheng, they didn't dare to stay for a moment, and just wanted to rush to the valley where the Yaman tribe was located in the shortest possible time.

If there is any change during this period, it may lead to the destruction of the race.

An old-looking shaman, with a monster skull on his head, panting, glanced up at the surrounding woods, supported by a barbarian maiden.

For some reason, he had been feeling a little upset since he entered this dense forest, as if something was going to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was no abnormal situation, which made the old shaman mistakenly think that he was too tired, so this illusion appeared.

"Patriarch, we've been walking for five days, how long will it take to arrive?"

The shaman's voice was hoarse, and he asked a barbarian monk beside him.

The barbarian monk was the patriarch of the tribe, his cheeks smeared with white paint, and his forehead wore a helmet made of monster teeth and bone fragments.

After hearing the old shaman's inquiry, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone: "It should be four or five days, I remember that it seems to be so!" ”

The old shaman nodded, then glanced at the people behind him, and sighed slightly.

"Hey, when I was a teenager, I was once invaded by the monks of Loucheng, but at that time, the Yaman tribe did not issue a summoning order, but only ordered us to protect our respective tribes and kill the monks of Loucheng with all our might."

When the old shaman said this, his face showed a look of reminiscence: "At that time, all the warriors of our tribe were dispatched and ambushed a group of Loucheng monks by a big river, and after a big battle, all those Loucheng monks were killed, and nearly half of the warriors of our tribe died!"

Although there were heavy casualties, the harvest of loot was also extremely large, coupled with the rewards of the Yabarian tribe, our tribe quickly regained its former strength.

It didn't take long for the news that the Loucheng monks had been defeated, and it was said that more than 200,000 Loucheng monks at that time had been ambushed and killed by the Yaman tribe!

That time, our barbarians were victorious, and this was the time of peace for the next hundred years.

Unexpectedly, just after a hundred years, these damn Loucheng monks made a comeback, and it seems that they didn't kill enough at the beginning! ”

When the old shaman said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his old body seemed to stand up suddenly, vaguely showing the demeanor of the past.

When the barbarian patriarch next to him heard this, he also nodded slightly, and there was also a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

But soon he looked puzzled, and said to the old shaman: "Since the Yaman tribe has defeated those Loucheng monks last time, it means that these Loucheng monks are nothing more than this, but why are you in a hurry to gather all the tribes this time?"

In this way, those Loucheng monks will definitely be able to easily occupy our land without hindrance, and I don't know what this barbarian tribe thinks? ”

When the old shaman heard this, his face showed a hint of worry, and he shook his head slightly and said: "This is also what I am most worried about, I am afraid that this time the Loucheng monks are very powerful, otherwise the Yabarian tribe would not have issued such an order as soon as these Loucheng monks appeared!" ”

Glancing at the tribal monks around him, the old shaman's heart was sour, he was afraid that after this battle, many young people in the tribe would not be able to come back.

While these barbarians were walking and talking, their team had already entered the ambush area of the monks of the Holy Dragon City.

The old shaman, who had a worried face before, suddenly stopped at this moment, and then twitched his nose a few times, but his face became more and more ugly.

Seeing this, everyone on the side looked at the old priest curiously, wanting to ask what was going on.

But when they saw the change in the old shaman's expression, they all felt a pang in their hearts, and they couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands.

At this moment, the old shaman's originally blackened skin suddenly turned pale and twisted, and his arms waved rapidly.

"I smell the smell of the monks in Loucheng, this is their ambush circle, everyone retreat quickly!"

With the old shaman's roar, all the barbarian tribesmen's faces immediately changed drastically, and they all turned around to flee from this place.

But before they could take a step, they heard a sudden "crackling" sound in their ears, and then countless bullets passed through the branches and fell on the bodies of these barbarians.

Screams rang out one after another, and before the barbarians could figure out what was happening, they began to fall to the ground in pieces, and blood instantly spilled the forest path.

The old shaman, who first discovered the anomaly, looked sad and angry, and he looked at the corpses of the people scattered on the ground, and finally understood why the Yabarian tribe issued a summoning order in such a hurry.

Compared to the monks of Loucheng a hundred years ago, the enemy this time is really strong, and before I saw their shadows, hundreds of my own people have died!

Such a killing speed is simply unheard of!

Hiding behind a big tree, the old shaman's muscles were rising, and after sniffing violently a few times, he suddenly pointed in one direction.

Looking at the corpse of the girl who was supporting him, the old priest's face was full of hatred, and he couldn't wait to rush forward directly to kill the enemy!

"Where are they, where are they, go and kill them......"

As soon as he said this, everyone faintly heard a particularly dull gunshot, and the old priest stopped abruptly halfway through his words.

The barbarian monk next to him couldn't hear this, and when he looked at him reflexively, his eyes suddenly burst into the ball, and blood rushed to his brain.

I saw that the old shaman had collapsed to the ground at this moment, but half of his head had been lifted out, leaving only the lower half of his gums and a soft tongue.

It turned out that at the moment of the probe just now, he had been sniped directly with a headshot!

But even though he was dead, the old shaman's hand was still pointing forward, as firm as a javelin.

"Ahh

Seeing this, the barbarian patriarch on the side suddenly had blood-red eyes, and at the same time as he roared angrily, countless black spikes appeared on the surface of his body.

At the same time, at the corners of his mouth, two sharp long teeth instantly grew, more than a foot long.

"I'm going to kill you all, you damn brutes!"

The patriarch, who had turned into a monster, roared, and fell to the ground like a wild boar, rushing in the direction of the bullet.

Behind him, those tribal monks also activated their bloodline talents, turned into a appearance similar to a wild boar, and rushed forward after him.

It's just that their bravery can't help them resist the bullets.

At this time, the barbarian patriarch who rushed to the front was already covered in blood, and the blood that kept gushing out was soaked and sprinkled all over the path he sprinted.

Countless bullets landed on him and then burrowed into his body, beating him like rag dolls.

After a few more steps, he could no longer move forward, but after a few swings, his huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

Glancing at the tribal monk behind him, who was also lying in a pool of blood, his angry eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally quickly dimmed.

After another roar and fierce gunfire, the remaining barbarians had all fallen to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle through the forest, chasing and killing those who slipped through the net.

Some of the barbarian tribesmen who had dodged the bullets before were now running for their lives in the woods, their hearts full of pain and fear.

Seeing their own people lying in a pool of blood, but they couldn't do anything about it, which made those barbarians blame themselves and hate the Holy Dragon City extremely much.

They swore in their hearts that if they had the chance, they would pay for the blood of these damned Loucheng monks.

At this moment, a gust of wind flashed, and then the barbarians saw a flash of swords in front of them.

Looking at the black-armored monks carrying blood-stained swords, they knew very well in their hearts that they had no chance of revenge......