"The desolate man is coming......." On the fortress of despair, the patriarch Yi looked at the black cháo in the distance, muttering to himself, behind him, huge trebuchets tightened the noose, like a giant slingshot ready to fire, countless metal armor all over the body, and the samurai holding long swords and iron shields were waiting for them.

In addition, beside every samurai on the wall, there were two men in sackcloth, these men carried quivers and crossbows, and looked in horror at the countless desolate people spreading in the distance.

Just standing on the heavily guarded wall is already terrifying, not to mention the tens of thousands of wilderness people gathered below, these southern tribe refugees are like hornets that have exploded their nests, running in a panic below, and there are faint loud cries and shouts.

The desolate people had come to the front, and the gate of their expectation was never opened, but they came to their senses, only to find that all their weapons and supplies had been taken away except for the food that was about to rot, and the clever ones immediately thought of the plot of the fortress of despair, and the brainless ones abandoned all their possessions, climbed the steep peak, and fled to the top of the mountain.

More and more people climb like ants, some people in order to take the first step, wielding weapons to slash and kill the people around them, fighting for positions, the fear of the wilderness makes them break the rules of the southern wilderness, there is no order, there are no rules, just like the end of the world, everyone is panicked, no thinking, just to climb to the road of life in their hearts.

In the roaring sound, the logs that can be hugged by several people, or more than a dozen people, rolled down from the mountain, like a boulder that broke through the waves, crashed into countless people, crushed countless people, chased countless people, rolled on the hillside, jumped, collided and pressed down the mountain.

Bloody paths of flesh and blood meander behind the giant trees, and more giant trees are rolling down the hills, and before the desolate people can approach and show their butcher knives, the tribesmen of the southern wilderness are under the attack of the fortress of despair, and the huge log stained red by blood is loaded into the surging people.

The huge collision was like a cannonball bombardment, dozens or hundreds of people were smashed into the sky by the impact force of the logs, tumbling and falling in all directions, screaming, roaring loudly, and howling and crying, in the middle of the bloody road of the corpses, the lucky people knelt on the bloody hillside, stretched out their hands to the place where the hill continued to roll down the logs, clenched and begged humbly, as if asking the gods for salvation, but the logs still rolled down to the earth, and a huge shadow flashed out of the corner of their eyes to knock them out. Flying in mid-air, tumbling and falling to the ground with a surge of human heads.

No one dared to climb anymore, many people were knocked away, fell on the hillside like falling rocks and rolled down, many people were crushed by huge logs, flesh and bones fused together, under repeated crushing, embedded in the mud and dust, and some people ran frantically down the mountain, but they lost their footing, rolled and smashed more people, and fell down the mountain to be trampled by countless people.

The bloody massacre, a one-sided massacre from the fortress of despair, was carried out by mercenaries conscripted in the southern wilderness, which could not be compared with the samurai equipped with jīng liang, the samurai armor could block the fanged knife and slash, the one-handed sword could easily cut people in two, and could not be compared with the samurai retinue, these men in linen clothes were ruddy and well-nourished, and the bows and crossbows in their hands could snipe the enemy far in front of the battle.

These vicious people, dressed in animal skins, or with only a piece of cloth to cover their shame, did not care whether the people who wailed, begged, and fled below were of the same race or tribe as them, and they just gritted their teeth and pushed the deadly logs down the hill one by one, just to win the smile on the corner of the samurai's mouth.

Who is the most miserable person in the world? That is the tribesmen who collapsed below, they gathered here, nothing else, just wanted the fortress of despair to protect them, but they didn't expect that the legendary desolate people had not yet wielded their butcher knives, and the redeemer in their hearts took their lives first.

The wilderness is the enemy of the wilderness tribe, this belief has been passed down from hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years in the southeast and west wilderness are so opinionated, ancestors have been circulating the evil, arrogance, obscenity, ugliness, and other negative words of the wilderness, the term tribal warrior was born on the corpse of the wilderness, but I didn't expect that when the desert really came, what they relied on most suddenly collapsed.

There are a hundred shapes of people, not all of them dare not resist, at least there is a group of people on the outermost periphery, they will arrange a neat battle formation when the desolate people are coming, push out a torsion bed crossbow that is not too heavy, take out the crossbow arrows they have always treasured, and make the most rearly preparations.

These people are tribes that have not yet been dispersed, they are unlucky, they are a step late, they can only be in the outermost periphery, the arrival of the desolate people, they are the least chance to enter the fortress of despair, under the despair, they arouse the heart of death, and they are willing to die in a glorious battle like their ancestors, and they do not have to be hacked to death by the desolate people from the back in a panic.

But when they saw the huge crimson logs behind them crashing into hundreds of tribesmen, the agitated heart of death was like a deflated balloon, quickly deflated, and the swarming desolate people had begun to slow down in the distance, leaning closer to each other.

One side lined up a defensive formation that was several kilometers long, while the other side was like a sharp blade, arranging a huge offensive formation, the collision between the two sides was only between Sumeru, just when the patriarch Yi and countless samurai on the wall were looking forward to this collision, they were surprised to see that the tribes that were preparing to meet the enemy collapsed on all fronts, divided into gaps, and laid down their weapons in unison.

"I know that this group of mongrels can't be relied on......." The patriarch said these words disdainfully, and while the samurai around him were surprised, they looked at the crowd of people who had suffered heavy casualties under the crushing log under the hill .......

Patriarch Yi's declaration revealed his ignorance and coldness, which made the people below chill together, and the desolate people did not start killing for no reason, but drove all the surrendered tribesmen aside, and did not even confiscate their weapons, so that more people walked carefully towards the desolate people after watching and watching.

In the eyes of the patriarch, the tribesmen are just a group of useless ants, and on the side of the wastelanders, these people are all soldiers, labor, and a supplement to combat power.

The imaginary attack did not unfold, the desolate people rushed overwhelmingly, and they did not even get their swords and guns bloody, and they got their first result of the day, and the tribes gathered here occupied almost half of the population of the rich southern wilderness, and it would take a considerable amount of time for the desolate people to digest them, so they did not pay attention to the castle of despair.

At the same time, the North Dragon Canyon also ushered in the strength of the wilderness, which is funny, the wilderness people like to get together, and when they see someone coming this way, they also follow, and the tribesmen who run away don't even care whether they provoke the wilderness people or not.

It is in this way that the number of desolate people who came this time is not very large, the number is also more than 3,000, and the jǐng report comes from afar, and the people below are panicked, and there are always people who don't cry when they don't see the coffin, thinking that there is still enough time to think clearly, so after others are either pro-slaves, or run to the back, they still stay in place and rub, and after the desolate people come, they are in chaos.