Duck was stiff as a stone, and he was pulled down from behind and dragged deep into the grass. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Careless!" said Dark, there must be a lurking guard near the chief's house, but when he saw the two faces above his head, his heart was filled with ecstasy.

Those were two ghostfire masks.

The sneak attacker apparently recognized him, and the two ghostfire masks were lifted, revealing the faces of Royce and Anduri.

Royce was slightly surprised: "Dark, it's amazing, you don't need us to save it, you ran out by yourself." ”

Anduli hurriedly took out the detoxification stone needle and stabbed him, and after a while, the toxicity eased, and Duck was able to move again.

Duck opened the team to chat: "You two guys, you guys are really ruthless - why did you come here?"

"Three days ago, George put a small scout bee on the Atlas messenger when he passed by, and we all know his every move. But now the Recon Bee is running out of magic, so let's scout closer. ”

Anduri said: "The Pagchiano tribe has a great relationship, and the alliance is not at ease, so it sent us to monitor. It seems that they are going to fall to Atlas, and they will not be left alive," he said, taking out a turquoise and translucent potion, "add some ingredients to their well, and it will be solved in an hour." ”

Duck disagreed: "I think they are forced to be helpless, they are too weak, without our help, let alone Atlas, even the Okdavir tribe can't withstand it." Besides, poisoning and exterminating the tribe is too cruel, and it will be difficult to subdue other tribes in the future. ”

"This is the decision of the Alliance, and those who are enemies of the Alliance must die!"

"Really, though, the Cult of the Dark God has a better way, and we'...... it."

After listening to Dark's thoughts, Anduli was skeptical: "Can it be done?"

"How do you know if you don't try? No, it's not too late to poison it, if it does, wouldn't we have one more ally?"

"Okay, that's it. Anduli pulled out the fishbone dagger and handed it to Dark: "Be careful, return me when you're done." ”

The trio split up.

The wind grew stronger, and thick rain clouds accumulated in the night sky, and a few sparse raindrops fell down, followed by a sudden heavy rain, and there was a muffled roar of thunder in the clouds.

All the guards retreated into tents and simple wooden houses, and countless rudimentary conical houses waited for the storm to come.

The carpentry skills of the Pagchiano tribe are good, but because the number of people is too small and the strength is too weak, even the jungle creatures cannot handle it, so they can only move around, so the wooden house does not seek to be tall and luxurious, as long as it can live in people. The same goes for the chieftain's hut, just that it looks larger and is covered with a leather tent to make it look more like a cone.

Duck pulled out two wooden nails, lifted a corner of the tent, and crept in. Carefully creeping through the stout wooden columns, we soon reached the inner tent.

He listened attentively for a moment, there was a slight vibration from the tent, someone was talking on the other side of the tent, he didn't dare to be careless, and opened the team to chat: "Royce, Anduri, I have entered the first layer of tent, and now I am on the outside of the inner tent, under the wooden pillars. I can't see the outside. ”

"I'm near the vent in the rooftop tent, there's only one floor here, and I can see inside. A bunch of bastards, what shameless. There are a lot of people inside, but the attention is all in the room, so don't move too much, no problem. ”

Anduli said: "I've arrived, send a signal if you need cover." ”

Darker slowly stabbed a small hole in the inner tent with a fishbone dagger, and put one eye on it, and couldn't help but secretly complain at this look.

The chief sat on a large throne of carved wood, and two slave girls on the left and right were feeding him wine, and the chief was smirking foolishly as he drank, and snot and tears came out.

He was flanked by the Atlas Messenger and Travel on the left and right of his hands, and also two slave girls on one side, and the two of them laughed lewdly and laid hands on the slave girls.

Below were more than a dozen embarrassed sturdy men, surrounding Solida who was trembling all over.

There were twelve or thirteen people standing against the wall, laughing and clapping their hands, these were the guards brought by the Atlas Emissary and Travel.

All the people in the hut were stripped clean.

Royce's voice came from the team chat: "Shameless! No matter what, after tonight, the Pagchiano tribe is completely finished, and the chief can't even keep his wife! Sorida has been trampled by so many people, and all prestige is over! All the elite warriors involved have become traitors who are causing chaos - damn Travel, it's really poisonous! He should have been slashed with a knife!"

Duck suddenly found that he didn't have a little anger in his heart, no, to be precise, no mood swings!

This feeling is so peculiar, just like the time I mixed the wine, there were no mood swings at all, I even forgot that I existed, everything around me seemed to become huge and slow, the sound of the air moving, the sound of the rain washing, and even the sound of earthworms stretching in the soil under my feet were all clearly heard.

"Royce, leave me alone. Kill the Atlas Emissary, change the knife, kill in, kill out!"

In the team chat, Royce let out a murderous sound.

"You do it, I assault. ”

By the time Duck said this, the Atlas messenger had pushed the slave girl away and walked forward with a smile and a smile.

The tribal warriors, who were as strong as oxen, retreated with flattering smiles on their faces, exposing their helpless mistress to the foreign fanatics in their most primitive human state.

The Atlas messenger let out a beastly roar in his throat and grabbed Sorida's head and pressed it down towards him. He was going to conquer this woman in public, and break the backbone of this tribe in the most barbaric way!

The chief's tears and snot flowed all the way to his mouth, and he seemed to be really stupid, only to clap his hands and giggle.

Sorida closed her eyes in resignation.

Bang bang!

The head of the Atlas messenger was like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, and the red and white brains flew in all directions!

Sorida opened her eyes and saw a headless corpse flailing her hands in vain a few times and falling hard.

All the women screamed in unison!

In a scream and panic, a sturdy figure jumped from the rooftop, and in the eyes of the dark mask, two blue flames were blazing!

As soon as the figure hit the ground, he quickly rolled forward and slammed into the Atlas guard by the wooden wall, and the unarmed bare-ass guard saw that he was thin and fierce. Cut off by a huge black arc moon!

Sorida screamed hysterically, black Arc Moon! For the past few days since the fierce battle in the jungle, it has been shining in her dreams from time to time.

Dark Walker!

With a loud bang, half of the wooden wall was smashed, and a majestic samurai strode forward with a wooden pillar almost the length of his body in his hands!

Sorida's heart almost stopped!

It was the Dark Samurai! the Dark Samurai who could catch the three punches of Chief Wangur of the "Mountain of Fists"! He broke out of the prison and showed up when I needed help the most!