Mousse could no longer tell how many punches he had been hit, his vision was drowsy, and the voices of the people who laughed wildly in the pleasure of abusing the weak were extremely harsh, and Mousse got up again and again, and was knocked to the ground again and again, blood stained his face red, and the earth red. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the lowest level of the imperial class, slaves don't care about their lives or deaths, and those who do it are ruthless.

There was no way back for Mousse, the entrance sealed by his own people pierced his heart like an ice pick, he knew he was wrong, and it was a big joke to expect the imperial slaves who would submit to it and inscribe it in their blood to resist.

And Fan's indifference has plunged him into a catastrophe, what should I do? Mousse thought bitterly in his heart.

Memories of the past came flooding back, but they hurt him more than the pain of his skin, he had vowed to make the man who had abandoned their mother and son regret, he had vowed to lead his tribe to glory, but it was all in vain. On a cold night, the armies of other tribes conquered his tribe, and the woman in red who led the team completely destroyed all his persistence, even as he frantically burned all his ability cells.

She led her army to defeat his tribe, but eventually freed him.

However, the badly injured Mousse knew from then on that he might never be a great warrior again, and his ability cells were necrotic and depleted by the overdraft eruption, and the underlying ailments of his body were damaged, making his recovery almost impossible.

The wandering Mousse wandered the wilderness with his loyal men, and the lack of food caused them to fall one by one, and they burned their abilities together like mortals, and eventually, they were captured by the Empire.

Since then, the mark of humiliation has been with him for half a year, but Mousse has never given up his steps to resist, not before, and still will not.

Even if it's death!

People will always see hope at the extremes of despair, betrayal and pain can also inspire self-improvement anger, physical pain can not break the wings of the spirit, if you want to die, then die impassionedly!

"Brothers, stand up and assemble!" Mousse cried out in a bloody voice.

The barren and desolate music hummed from his mouth, as if with nostalgia and sorrow, but the sudden and tight rhythm was more like a prelude to the unyielding battle, which made all the fallen warriors struggle to their feet.

"The weeds and green sky are my hometown, and the long song is full of blood, and I hope that my soul will return to my hometown!"

"The long song is full of blood, and I return to my hometown, and I hope that my soul will return to my hometown!"

"May my soul return to my homeland!" The majestic and desolate singing grew louder and louder, completely covering up all the shouting and scolding!

Mousse looked up to the sky and roared, shouting angrily through the sky, "Tribal people, never be a slave!" ”

"Tribal people, never be slaves!" All the warriors who belonged to Mousse were furious, the humiliation they had suppressed for too long was completely released in the desolate repertoire of their homeland, their scarlet eyes were full of injustice and disgust for this world, the strong are always oppressed, and the weak are always bullied!

"Just because you also want to get rid of slavery?!" disdainfully scolded one sentence after another, and the fists he waved were even more fierce and ferocious.

"Wolf Fang!" Mousse roared, and the wounded warriors gathered together as best they could, like wounded wolves, their murderous eyes overflowing with madness.

"Kill!" Like wolves hunting, a dozen or so people rushed towards the nearest enemy of the leader Moose like hungry wolves, completely ignoring the attacks of others, and poured all their fists on this man like raindrops.

"Eagle Strike! Kill! Mousse yelled again, and a dozen people dropped the fallen enemy, like an eagle spreading its wings, and instantly opened up space along the gap that had just been opened, the men in the wings blocked the attack from the outside, and the warriors in the head position attacked frantically forward, even though the corners of their mouths were full of blood.

Such a fast and powerful team mobilization ability is really amazing, which is like the combat quality that a group of war slaves can use, and the most elite warriors are nothing more than that! Especially this strange and powerful battle formation, as if it can unite everyone's strength!

But why do these people keep hiding this?

"Chief, you should have made up your mind a long time ago, we are really close to the limit of our forbearance."

"What about secret exposure? We are tribal people in life and tribal ghosts in death, so instead of being imprisoned by this damn empire, it is better to meet the heroic spirits of the tribe as soon as possible! ”

"Look at these damn slave mongrels, we give them the best food, we inject them with the only modifier, but what do we get? Just a naked betrayal in the most critical moment! ”

"But it's good that I can hear the song of the Heroic Spirit again before I die, even if I never return to my hometown......"

Mousse listened silently, the emotions that had accumulated in the hearts of the warriors were only because he still had dreams of revenge.

He didn't dare to reveal his true identity, and he didn't dare to use even a little skill related to the distant ancestral tribe, but what did this switch come from? In exchange for endless oppression.

But it doesn't matter now, Mousse smiled.

Now that there is no hope, instead of being tied up in a dim corner for the rest of their lives, it is better to prove that they were once the bravest warriors of the tribe!

"Fierce Tiger!" Mousse roared as loudly as he could, he only wanted to show the demeanor of a tribal warrior now, and everything else had long been forgotten by him!

The Fierce Tiger, the most ferocious of the beast battle arrays of the distant ancestor tribe, once this kind of battle array is used, it is bound to carry the madness of the same end.

"For the Horde!"

"For the Horde!"

The two torrents completely impacted together, and the continuous fighting was full of killing machines, and the battle had long since lost its original purpose when it was carried out here, and the belligerent Empire people who were stimulated by blood were all with killing machines!

Something like a rat, why should it provoke the honorable glory of the Empire!

"Kill! Kill them! Kill these alien mongrels! ”

The two parties who killed the red eyes were completely fighting for their lives, but what was shocking was that the Mousse side, which was greatly inferior in numbers, suffered such serious injuries in the body, but completely suppressed the number of opponents several times in terms of momentum! Strange ways of fighting always allow them to unite their scattered forces and burst out with even greater power!

But when the manpower was finally exhausted, Mousse, who was about to be exhausted, was finally hit through the defense by a heavy punch, and hammered to Mousse's head, if this punch was hit, Mousse would be seriously injured even if he did not die!

"Nope! Don't you dare! The nearest warrior yelled wildly, but even if he tried his best, he couldn't save Mousse before his fist, and this scene couldn't help but make his eyes split!

"Chief!"

At this moment, a broad hand arrived at Mousse's side before anyone else.

Stable and powerful.

Before the man who swung the fist could react, he suddenly felt a whirlwind of the heavens, and a strange tremor disintegrated all the strength of his arm, and he was thrown off the ground like a puppet.

"You, you said you wouldn't go to war, you liar! You have tarnished your promise of being an Imperial! The man was coughing up blood, and the seemingly simple blow just now had caused him unimaginable injuries.

"Ah, I said I wouldn't fight with a bunch of rats." Fanmian looked at it with an expression, "But now, it's you who are more like mice." Besides, I'm not an Imperial. The corners of Fan's mouth twitched, and it was the arc of mockery.

"Brothers! Kill these bastards! The man shouted frantically, but the expected response was silent, what happened?

He turned his face to look at it, cold sweat running down his cheeks and falling to the ground.

Where are there any brothers, only the bodies of those who fall to the ground like him, wailing incessantly. (To be continued.) )