The Divine Envoy of the Fire Devouring Tribe was also slightly stunned, this inevitable blow was actually dodged.

Moses, who had dodged the blow, held a giant axe in one hand and drove the ironclad tiger to charge towards the Fire Devourer.

The Fire Eater sneered and stomped hard with his right foot, causing the ground to tremble with such force that the Fire Eater wielded the remaining one-handed axe like a running rhinoceros, and galloped towards Moses.

With a gesture of his right hand, the axe that had crossed with Moses spun and arced in the air before flying back again.

Moses instantly fell into a situation where the two throwing axes of the Fire Devouring God were caught between the front and back.

The Iron Tiger and the Fire Devourer were both very fast, and almost instantaneously the two of them were close to the distance where they intersected in close combat.

A second flaming axe of flame came out of the hand of the flame messenger and pointed it straight at Moses' chest.

At such a close distance, even if the opponent wanted to dodge, it was too late, and there was no choice but to block hard.

The flaming axe that roared back behind it approached at the same rapid pace.

A cruel smile cracked into the corners of the Fire Swallower's mouth, and he almost saw the end of Moses being knocked flying by the axe in front of him, then ignited into a flaming torch by the flames, and then cut in two by the throwing axe behind him.

Moses also threw the great axe in his palm without changing his face.

This two-handed giant axe, which was more than a man high, rushed towards the Fire Devouring Divine Envoy with an extremely savage posture.

The Fire Devouring God's face changed, at this distance, he was also unable to dodge the giant axe that was thrown, and the strong wind coming from the giant axe in both hands made him know that this blow was powerful and heavy, and he would be injured under this axe if he was not careful.

The Fire Devouring God roared angrily, and a raging flame burned on his hands, only to see that he put his hands together, and actually sandwiched the axe face of the two-handed giant tiger between his hands.

The terrifying power that came from the giant axe made the Fire Devourer's face change, and he almost couldn't control the castration of the giant axe.

Fortunately, the flame in his hand was very powerful, and after the giant axe drew a distance between his hands, a pair of deep handprints were burned on it, which neutralized the powerful power in the giant axe.

The Fire Eater blocked Moses' Jedi strike.

When he raised his head, a scene that made him feel extremely terrifying appeared.

With his right hand, Moses held the axe that was about to hit him in the chest and disemboweled it, and at the same time looked back with his left hand, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and held the axe in his hand.

A blood-colored mist poured out of Moses' hand, washing over the flames burning on the axe, and the flames that contained enough divine power to burn ordinary warriors into charcoal, began to dim under the blood-colored mist, and then quickly extinguished.

"How did an ordinary samurai extinguish my divine fire?"

This was the last thought of the Vulcan Envoy in this world.

The axe, which lingered with a faint mist of blood, slashed a scarlet arc of light in the void, slashing off the head of the Fire Devourer.

Looking at the head of the Fire Swallowing Divine Envoy rolling to the ground, the warriors of the Fire Swallowing Tribe couldn't believe their eyes, this Divine Envoy Patriarch, who led them to be invincible in both the conquest of other tribes and the fight against blood beasts, actually died like this, at the hands of an unknown ordinary warrior.

There was a burst of excited cheers among the crowd of the Bloodfang Tribe, and the members who were still a little suspicious in the place of migration suddenly gained infinite confidence at the moment when the Fire Eater made him die, and at the same time, they quickly accepted their identity as the Bloodfang Tribe.

Contrary to the excitement of the Bloodfangs, the death of the Fire Eater left the Fire Eater warriors in a state of confusion, as if something had broken in their hearts, until Moses took away the two silver scales that had appeared on the corpse of the Fire Eater, and none of them stood up.

Ron didn't stop, just rode the Iron Tiger through the crowd of the Fire-Eating Clan.

The crowd of the six gods and no owners subconsciously made way for the crowd of the Bloodfang tribe to pass through, and they didn't even dare to aim their weapons at the Bloodfang tribe, lest they provoke that terrible enemy and bring destruction to the fire-devouring tribe that had lost its divine messenger.

Bloodfang Gale began to recruit the Fire Eater Tribe, but because of Ron's explanation, this time he did not try to take all the people here as he did when he annexed the Bloodclaw Tribe.

"Our Blood Fang Tribe will migrate to the Blood Sacred Mountain, your tribe's divine envoy has died, those who are willing to go with us can join our Blood Fang Tribe, and those who are not willing to go with us can also stay and wait for death. ”

"You have another night to think about it, and tomorrow we will continue to discover and migrate towards the Blood Mountain. ”

The corpse of the Fire Eater was placed in the center of the Fire Eater Tribe, indicating the strength of the Blood Fang Tribe, and at the same time threatening the unwilling Fire Eater Tribe's members.

However, all this is no longer within Ron's consideration, and the Quetzalcoatl God totem in his hand has a faint aura of flame power in the statue after fusing the Quetzalcoatl God Totem of the Fire Devouring Tribe.

It wasn't the power of ordinary flames, it was the flame of God.

This sacred mountain of blood is a long way to go, and if it weren't for wanting a suitable identity, Ron wouldn't have taken so many people with him to migrate the tribe.

Too many people would slow down the migration, so after a night of recuperation from the Fire Eaters, Ron led the Bloodfang Clan on their way.

Some of the younger members of the Fire-Eating Tribe decided to follow Ron to the outside world, but many more chose to stay.

The long journey was undoubtedly a test of life and death for many ordinary clan members, and the three-day trek from the original place of the Bloodfang Tribe to here had already made some frail tribal clan members feel difficult.

It is conceivable that many of them will never have the opportunity to reach the Mountain of the Holy Blood.

For them, Ron, did not force them, but let the old people and children in the tribe stay in the Fire Devouring Tribe, and Ron even gave a warrior of the Bloodfang Tribe, a piece of God's Silver Scale, making him a left-behind oracle.

Ron continued his migration to the Mountain of the Holy Blood with the more powerful tribesmen

The tribesmen who stayed on the road were spared the pain of migration, but it was unclear where their fate would ultimately lead.

Because although he left a scale oracle, he did not leave the totem of Quetzalcoatl, which means that they will never have a chance to advance, nor will they have a chance to add new oracles.

Unless they wage war like the other tribes and do the one thing they have never done before, which is to plunder the other tribes' Quetzalcoatl totems.