"Mu Wufeng, you can't escape, hurry up and go back with me to ask the ancestor for your guilt! Maybe I can save you from death" Fleeing from the Deadwood Tribe, Mu Wufeng led the three hundred Protector Clan warriors to chase and flee There are less than two hundred left.

Protecting the old and young of thousands of clans, it can be said that they are running all the way and bleeding all the way, and the blood stains stretch for hundreds of miles, and most of these thousands of old and young people are young children in the clan, which also greatly slows down the speed of escape.

Seeing that the chasing soldiers behind him were in hot pursuit, his team was bitten by the chasing soldiers because there were too many old and young, and they were entangled and entangled, Mu Wufeng had to respond with his mouth, hoping that they would not be forced to force each other for the sake of the same clan, "Centurion Zheng Kai, the ancestor has no way, and he brutalizes the clansmen, can you bear to watch these dolls being taken away?"

For Wu Wufeng's words, the leading man in the chasing army behind was still expressionless, and he looked like he would not give up if he didn't catch them, "Shut up! How can the ancestor's order be questioned! Why don't you quickly dismount and surrender!"

Ahh

The two sides fought all the way, and there were soldiers who kept falling off their horses, and they were instantly trampled into meat sauce by the galloping war horses, screaming and screaming!

Hearing the screams of the soldiers constantly coming from behind, Mu Wufeng's heart was dripping blood, these iron-clad men did not die on the alien battlefield but died at the hands of their own people.

"Brother Mu, take care!"

At this moment, a young man who was on the same side as Mu Wufeng shouted at him, pulled the reins with all his might, turned the horse's head and ran towards the rear of the group.

"Brothers, it's the man who comes with me! buy time for our dolls to escape!"

Hearing the young man's call, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of men rushed out of the panicked line and rushed towards the back of the group.

A team of hundreds of people, led by young people, blocked the path of the pursuers.

Kill!

Hundreds of people did not fear or flinch in the face of nearly a thousand pursuers, bravely raised the weapons in their hands, and charged towards the countless pursuers in the rear without fear of death.

"Xiao Yan!" Looking back at the brothers who looked at death as if they were at home, Mu Wufeng looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, "Everyone go quickly, throw away all the pots and pots, as long as people are still alive, there is hope"

Hundreds of people rushed into the pursuers as if they were dead, and there was a sound of the collision and neighing of the golden iron horse, but it was a pity that they were thin, like a wave in the sea, when they rushed out from behind the pursuers, the hundreds of soldiers were only left with the young man standing alone in the wilderness, and dozens of war horses without owners were scattered around him.

Gently patting the war horse under the seat, looking at the clansmen who had long gone, and then looking at the war horse that had lost its owner, the young man surnamed Yan opened his mouth and smiled, and raised the war knife in his hand with difficulty.

"Kill!"

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, riding alone and rushing through the bloody wilderness.

In a short time he disappeared into the sea of people, leaving only a lone horse neighing in the wilderness, as if calling his master.

"Centurion, why is that?

Looking at these brothers who used to get along day and night and fight side by side, who did not die on the battlefield of the alien race, but died under the knife of the robe, a young little soldier cried and shouted to Zheng Kai.

He didn't understand why this was happening, why the family was fratricidal, why did the ancestors kill the children in the clan?

Without paying attention to the little warrior's words, Zheng Kai looked at the messy corpse war horse in the wilderness, his face was iron-blue.

Seeing that Mu Wufeng and his party had already fled away, he flicked his horsewhip and turned around.

"Centurion, these corpses"

Zheng Kai, who did not chase back Mu Wufeng and his party, was thinking about how to escape Mu Yan's anger at this time, and interrupted irritently in response to the question of the next captain, "Since they want to be loyal to the clan so much, this centurion will fulfill their heroic wishes, let them be in the wilderness, and let others know what will happen if they disobey the orders of the ancestor!"

At this moment, in the clan hall of the Gu Yuan tribe, Tie Shi, Ding Shan and other elders had already sat in it in an orderly manner, ready to report the situation in the tribe to Xiao Chen.

Seeing Xiao Chen nodding and signaling to himself, Ding Shan on the side took the lead in standing up and reporting to him, "Patriarch Qiyu, all the weapons and equipment in the inventory have already been sent to the warriors of the clan, and in accordance with your orders, they have all been practiced, and at the same time, all the medicinal materials for improving the cultivation of the clan have been gathered to supply the soldiers in the clan, so that they can break through the new realm before the big war comes."

After Ding Shan, the Great Elder immediately got up and reported to Xiao Chen on the cultivation of all the clansmen in the clan, and the rest of the internal affairs elders, Xiao Qin, and the second elder Lin Shan told him about the situation in the clan one by one.

"Qing'er, can the medicinal materials for healing and stopping bleeding in the clan be prepared?"

Mu Qing on the side saw Xiao Chen turn his head to ask him, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Patriarch Xiao Daqi, Qing'er has prepared a large number of hemostatic herbs and healing medicines according to your instructions, and I promise not to delay Brother Xiao's big event."

After listening to the reports of everyone present, Xiao Chen couldn't help but think in his heart, since he came to the Gu Yuan tribe, he has been guarding against the revenge of the Black Mountain tribe, after all, at this moment, the Gu Yuan tribe and the Black Mountain tribe are already like fire and water, and a big war is inevitable, whether he killed Xiong Li's son Xiong Yu, severely injured Xiong Kang, or his father disappeared, there must be an explanation.

There can only be one existence of two tribes, where the pre-plan is established, and if the pre-plan is not predetermined, prepare in advance, only in the war can you anticipate the opportunity and be better, after all, the survival of the tribe is a big deal!

"Report!"

At this moment, the loud shouts of the clan's soldiers were heard outside the hall, and a soldier dressed as a centurion was seen running quickly towards the clan hall from a distance.

In order to save the time of delivering the news, Xiao Chen deliberately instructed him earlier that there was no need to report to him directly if there was an emergency, which could greatly save time.

Seeing that this centurion was in such a hurry, he didn't even have time to carry a talisman weapon, you must know that the weapon is the second life of a warrior, as a warrior, the weapon has always been unmoving, Xiao Chen knew that something must have happened, so when the strong man just stepped into the door of the hall, he hurriedly asked, "Centurion Wang, what happened to make you so flustered?"

I saw this centurion come to the clan council hall, bow down to Xiao Chen, and hurriedly said, "Patriarch Qiqi, my subordinates followed the instructions of the patriarch to lead the team to inspect the area within a radius of fifty miles of the tribe, and found a remnant of the Deadwood tribe, and sought refuge from our clan, but the strange thing is that among the thousands of remnants, there are only fifty adult men, and the rest are women, girls and children, and the leader is a centurion named Mu Wufeng."

"Mu Wufeng?"

"Patriarch, this Mu Wufeng is the younger brother of Mu Wuya, the patriarch of the Deadwood Tribe."

"Oh, in that case, the elders follow the patriarch and his party, but I want to see what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds."

After a while, Xiao Chen and the others came outside the tribe, and a noisy sound came to their faces, the crying of children, and the scolding of adults, which made the front of the Gu Yuan tribe seem very lively.

"What kind of hardships are these people?" Looking at the black pressure in front of them, Xiao Chen and his party couldn't help but have such thoughts in their hearts.

I don't know how much catastrophe this group of people has experienced, almost all of them are injured in rags, and what is even more surprising is that their eyes are confused, hesitant, and some even have a trace of despair in their eyes.

"Deadwood Tribe Centurion Mu Wufeng meets Patriarch Xiao Chen of the Guyuan Tribe"

A young man in the crowd who was maintaining order saw a young man walking towards him, although ordinary, but there was a fierce power between his eyebrows, and everyone was invisibly suppressed wherever he passed, which can be said to stand out from the crowd like a rainbow, and immediately came forward in a place two or three feet away from the comer, kneeling on the ground, his head lying deep on the ground, holding a black object in both hands, and respectfully raising it above his head.

On the Ancient Continent, the ritual of kneeling is the most important etiquette, as the so-called man has gold under his knees, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, and kneeling to his ancestors and martyrs, so for Mu Wufeng's sudden kneeling without any warning, Xiao Chen did not bear it, but turned his body sideways to avoid this salute.

If you are courteous to others, you must ask for something, not to mention that your own tribe is in the same hostile state as the deadwood tribe where he belongs, and it is always a big mistake to be careful.

"What does this mean, Wood Centurion?"

Mu Wufeng, who knelt on the ground, did not get up, and said in a respectful return, "My Deadwood Tribe suffered a great disaster, I heard that the Gu Yuan tribe Xiao Patriarch Xuan Gong is unparalleled, and in order to save the clan, he ran thousands of miles deep into the enemy camp and killed all directions, so he fled thousands of miles to seek your tribe to take him in, this is the inheritance of the Deadwood Tribe, and it has represented the sincerity of our clan."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Wufeng handed the black object in his hand forward, and at this time, the Great Elder Tie Shi took the lead and took the object in Mu Wufeng's hand.

Looking up in front of him, he looked at the black object carefully, and it turned out to be a black crystal, smooth and translucent throughout, with a wooden character in the center of the interior.

Holding it in his hand and observing it carefully, the Great Elder Tie Shi said to Xiao Chen, "Patriarch, this is indeed the inheritance of the Deadwood Tribe, I saw it on the body of the Deadwood Patriarch Mu Wuya ten years ago, it is said that this thing has never left the hands of the Patriarch, and now that it appears here, I am afraid that the Deadwood Tribe has really changed."

Seeing the Great Elder say this, Xiao Chen looked at the dolls who were crying because of hunger on the side, pondered for a moment, and said, "Elder Xiao Qin, you can make arrangements to heal the wounded, and then prepare some food for these women and children to eat first, and if you dare to disobey the rules, you will be killed on the spot."

In the last sentence, Xiao Chen's tone became a little harsh, and at the same time, he raised his eyes to the remaining young men of the dozens of deadwood tribes in the crowd.

Elder Xiao Qin took the order to go down and prepare, Xiao Chen turned his head to Mu Wufeng, who was still kneeling underground, and said, "Captain Mu Baili, please get up, there is something to talk about."

Seeing that Xiao Chen had already arranged for someone to contain his clansmen, Mu Wufeng grabbed the ground with his head three times in a row, knelt down to thank Xiao Chen, and said at the same time, "Thank you for Patriarch Xiao's great kindness, Wufeng will never forget"

Xiao Chen, who dragged Mu Wufeng into the tribe, signaled behind his back to lead Ding Shan, the commander of the Protector Soldiers, and when he saw such a Ding Shan, he quietly broke away from everyone and ran towards the camp of soldiers on the side of the tribe.