Looking at the dense pile of big black crosses on the form, Han Qingluo's expression was like eating Xiang: This group of guys really made her lose too badly.

Listening to their gossip with her ears pricked up, the name "Rose" was quickly imprinted in her mind, rummaging through a pile of forms, gesturing with her fingertips for fear of missing out. Finally found the name on the last page.

"Group 50, Ross ......" Han Qingluo muttered, his brain constantly thinking about which blood relative he belonged to.

"Rose? He's my child! ”

Suddenly, a smug voice attracted the sideways glances of the blood descendants, Han Qingluo heard the sound and looked, Loris was like a peacock, standing tall in the blood clan, that look like a tail was almost open, and her delicate face was full of the joy of victory.

During the day, he was still crying and saying that he was going to be driven away, and now he was full of spring breeze, and his tail was about to rise to the sky proudly. Han Qingluo really sighed that the bad guys have no bad retribution, and there is no reason!

Seeing her angry appearance, Jin, who had been sitting quietly beside her, hugged her shoulder: "You are not alone, I am angry with you!" ”

"Poof", Han Qingluo didn't stand Jin's silly and warm words, and laughed out loud. This laughter was particularly abrupt in the quiet base camp.

To Gloris's ears, the laughter was rather harsh, and the irony was intense. She looked at Han Qingluo coldly, as if to announce that she had won the battle between them! Of course, Han Qingluo didn't know the agreement she had reached with Jue.

Three-quarters of the way through the night hunt, none of Gloris's bloodlines appeared among the eliminated bloodlines, and Jue sat peacefully in the tent, and couldn't help but feel shocked. The bloodlines of Glores, who seemed to be the most disobedient to discipline, were able to unite so much in this night hunt. There is no shortage of outlaws and murderous wanted criminals. Such a composition can also unite as one, and Jue can't help but be impressed.

Norton, who was hanging high on his own, closed his eyes leisurely, his people would not be affected anyway, just enjoy it, and now wait for the sunrise and the end of the night hunt.

The base camp is lively here, and the night hunting ground is even more exciting-

By the faint moonlight, several figures in the dense forest shuttled one after another, seemingly chasing each other. The faint smell of blood left by the prey along the way became a moving bull's-eye.

A group of bloodbreeds followed the strong smell of blood to a clearing, and as they approached, there was a dead deer covered in blood in the center. When they let their guard down, they wanted to pick up the pie that had fallen from the sky.

Momentary joy was met with regret, and soon the three Bloods found that they were already surrounded by other groups of Bloods. Each group has at least one Loris descendant.

Without much movement, the three Bloodborns quickly surrendered their iron cards and prey, and fled in dismay.

"Rose! That's a good idea, so that our brother doesn't have to leave! ”

"Yes, sure enough, it doesn't take much effort to join forces!" One of the big men flipped the cloth bag in his hand with a crisp sound, and it was full of iron medals they had snatched.

A man with short black hair and a hideous scar on his face laughed and said modestly: "It's just for everyone's future, this little thing is not enough to worry about, I just hope that everyone will not forget the agreement with Ross at that time!" ”

"That's for sure!"

"No problem!"

Why didn't the other groups of bloodlines join forces to oppose Ross, but are the only ones who obey him? After all, only one of the three members of the winning group can be promoted to become the main member, who wouldn't want to fight for such a great opportunity? Especially this group of selfish fanatics.

The biggest reason is not that Ross has a smart brain to unite his brothers, but that he is more powerful. The other two members of his team are also not bad, which is equivalent to avoiding violent persuasion before unity, first persuade each other with good words, and beat you until you listen if you don't listen.

Combined with Han Qingluo's teaching techniques, there is no one in this group who is his opponent. The bloodlines of other blood relatives in other groups who were won by the way did not dare to say a word, and obediently followed the "thighs".

After all, those who know the times do not suffer!

They deliberately use the broken and bleeding prey as bait to attract other groups to pick up the "big bargain". Naturally, they all fell for their tricks, and they could only hand over their things when they were outnumbered.

“1、2…… 75…… 90。 ”

Seeing that the sky was gradually turning white, the night hunt was about to end. Ross offered to clean up the results. The big man in charge of the iron cards carefully counted the iron cards in the bag, and put them into another bag every time he counted them.

"90 pieces!" After counting, the big man looked up and shouted.

Rose nodded: "It seems that except for our 20 groups, the 30 groups other than us have been solved!" ”

Someone in the group cheered - each group was assigned a fairly objective prey, so that they didn't have to leave the Night Castle and had a good harvest.

I don't know who took the lead in shouting Rose's name, and the group began to shout his name in unison, and the blood people surrounded him, tossing him up, catching, and tossing him again and again...... It's like treating a savior, with great devotion and admiration.

"After Ross is promoted, don't forget our loyal companions!"

"Lord Ross won't forget, what are you worried about?" Those who are anxious have shouted adults in advance.

Rose enjoyed the praise in his ears very much, and waved his hand to calm everyone's gossip: "If I, Rose, am promoted, I will not forget all the brothers present, seeing that the day is almost dawn, let's hurry back and accept the glory of the victor!" ”

His call, all the blood descendants have responded, packed up their weapons and prey, and a large number of figures shuttled through the forest, eager to rush back to the base camp.

"Whew......"

There was a low roar from the woods ahead, the roar of a beast. There are also noisy and panicked sounds. Rose, at the front, raised his hand and signaled for the group to stop. They crouched on the trunk of the tree and looked ahead. I saw that the three blood clans of the Tsmisi were fighting with a big bear that was steaming all over his body.

The bitterly cold morning of late autumn stained its fur with the blood of the bear, and the fierce struggle kept its body warm, evaporating the water between its fur into a white mist, and a dozen arrows were inserted deep and shallow in its fur.

This bear is huge in size and has a very tenacious vitality, and it is not afraid of the fierce attacks of the Tsmisi. Even though he was shot into a sieve, he still roared and ran towards the enemy. Although the bear is large, it still moves very fast. After a long period of attrition, both sides are deadlocked.

"Rose, are we going to help?" One of the team members asked in a whisper. Rose's eyes never left the battlefield, and he shook his head after observing for a while: "Wait a minute." ”

Without Rose, the other bloodlines could only watch quietly, and no one dared to move.

In the end, the strength of a blood clan consumed a lot of Tsmissi's physical strength, and his movements were a step slower, and he was caught by the big bear, and a thick bear paw slapped over, directly pressing the head of the blood clan under the big stone, crushing it to pieces. The bear roared, standing up with a little excitement.

One of his companions died tragically, and the remaining two Tsmisi bloodlines panicked. The arrows on his body had run out, but the bear was still not dead, but was even more enraged by them. Hand-to-hand combat is naturally impossible, and the sword at the waist now seems to be an ornament. You can't go up and stab a few swords indiscriminately, maybe you will be slapped away by the bear's paw before you get close.

With the strength of their current blood clan, they can no longer use fire magic, and it is also to blame that they underestimated the enemy before, encountered a big prey, and confidently wanted to end the life of this beast with a few arrows, but now it is good, it is all their strength that is consumed. If they hadn't cherished its valuable fur, they would have burned it to death a long time ago.

One of them, seeing the big bear, stood up, ran to his companion who had died tragically and dragged his body back, but he committed a great taboo, the bear's sense of sight and hearing was not good, but his sense of smell was very developed, and he was throwing himself into a net by doing so. Before he could pull it far, he was quickly pressed under him by the bear.

The Great Bear was quite terrifying, it opened its mouth wide, bit off the arm of the Tsmisi blood, and its forefeet quickly lifted and fell, constantly trampling his chest and abdomen, weighing more than three hundred kilograms like half a truck constantly crushing the enemy under him. Until he was trampled to smithereens, and he stopped moving. Big Bear lowered his head and sniffed, seeming satisfied.

Having lost two companions in quick succession, the remaining Tsmisi were so frightened that they couldn't even hold their swords steadily. The bear followed his scent and ran towards him again, the heavy wheezing sound like a terrible sound of urgency.

He forgot to resist and froze in place.

Shout!

There was a sharp sound from the wind, and the bear fell to the ground.

The Tsmisi Bloodclan opened its eyes, only to see that the bear in front of him had an arrow stuck in its mouth, piercing its entire neck from its throat. Blood was pouring all over the ground, and he looked behind him with a daze, and a group of Lesen Bloods jumped from under the trunks of the dense forest, and there were dozens of them.

"Hello, I'm Rose from Nightcastle, are you alright?"

A dark-haired man with a scar on his face walked up to him, still holding a bow in his hand. The Tsmisi Bloodline immediately understood that the man in front of him was his savior.

He was shocked and stammered, "More...... Thank you, Rose! ”

Ross smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and shouted to his teammates, "Hurry up and peel me off the bearskin, sharp, and don't break it again!" ”

The Tsmisi Bloods were surprised: didn't they take advantage of the fire to rob? I want to speak. Rose smiled and snatched his words: "Don't worry, we will escort you back, your brothers we will help collect the body, don't be afraid!" ”

With that, he pushed him to a bloodbreed next to him, and commanded, "Take care of our frightened friend, he must be frightened, poor fellow." ”

After turning his back, his face turned cold again, and he shouted loudly: "It's almost dawn, you all hurry up!" ”

Eventually, the Tsmisi's belongings belonged to their bloodline, and they justifiably made the lone survivor irrefutable and followed them to the base camp.