The Survivor Collection was not as effective as Senna, and Ameth found only one survivor, a teenager who hid under a haystack and was lucky enough to escape.

As for the tribal brewmaster, this Ames regarded as a lifelong rival, and at this time he was already in a different place, and countless flies and insects were climbing on his corpse.

Ameth was silent for a moment, then dug a pit and buried the other man's body.

Ames buried a lot of corpses, but there were many more corpses that Ames didn't have time to bury at this time, which is not an easy job, especially when there are so many corpses.

Time for Ameth was scarce, as the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe could come at any moment.

"Aameth, what are we going to do next?" Senna was already faintly focused on Ames at this time.

This is normal, after all, since before, everything has been led by Ames.

Another teenager, named Dior, looked at Ames in the same way.

What happened in the past two days was beyond Dior's acceptability, parents, relatives and friends, and even the vast majority of the entire tribe died at the hands of the Bloodhoof tribe.

All of a sudden, life changed dramatically.

The previous ideals, the previous plans, everything became empty.

After the great grief, Dio became very confused, not knowing where to go, if it had not been for the fact that Ames had found him, perhaps Dio would not have come out at all, and would have starved to death in the haystack.

After being rescued by Ames, Dio regarded Ames as his backbone.

Aimer thought for a while and said, "Go to Orleans, only Orleans is the safest area now, where there is the most powerful Lord Green, and there are many Orleans guards who maintain order. ”

"No one dares to make trouble there. ”

"We went to Orleans. ”

"Is the revenge of the tribe still avenged?" Senna said before that there was no way to avenge the tribe, because the Bloodhoof tribe was too powerful to be hostile at all, even if it was desperate for his life.

But when he heard Green's name, Senna felt some hope.

"Think long-term. Ameth glanced at Senna and Dio, and said, "We leave here now, and the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe may come at any time." ”

"I'll ride this horse, and you two will ride one together. ”

Suddenly, Amers tilted his head violently, and a hammer just grazed past Ames's head, and if it hadn't been for the tilt of Amers's head, he would have been hit by this hammer.

"Who?"

"No, it's from the Bloodhoof Tribe. Senna recognized him.

Ames rolled his eyes and said, "Senna, Dio, you two get on your horses quickly, I'll stop them." ”

"Ames?"

"Quick!"

"Good!" Senna gritted his teeth, first sent Dio on the horse, and then got on the horse himself, and said, "Ameth, we are waiting for you in front, you must come!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Ames's mouth, and he said, "No problem, I'll come over." ”

"Don't even think about leaving!" the dwarves of the Bloodhoof tribe rushed forward, led by a very strong dwarven warrior with very strong muscles and obvious strength.

Amers took a sharp sip of the spirit, and then took out a hammer from his back, which was larger and longer than the hammers used by ordinary dwarves.

This is specially made by Ames, and it is the most suitable hammer for Ames.

The two hammers slammed together, and a loud sound rang out.

The next moment, the dwarven warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe leaned back violently, and the hammer in his hand flew out, and Ameth stepped forward and smashed the hammer on the dwarven warrior's chest.

"Click!"

Immediately, the ribs on the chest of the dwarven warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe were shattered, and a piece of it was dented in the middle, and a mouthful of blood splashed out, and he exclaimed in surprise, he was already dead.

The battle between Ames and the dwarven warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe was only one round, and the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe did not expect Ames to be so powerful, thinking that Ames was just an ordinary survivor.

Therefore, the dwarven warrior underestimated the enemy, and the dwarven warriors behind him also underestimated the enemy.

It wasn't until the dwarven warrior fell to the ground, blood staining the grass red, that the remaining dwarven warriors realized what had just happened, and then became furious.

Their Bloodhoof tribe hadn't experienced anything like this for a long time since the Great Tribulation, and the basically serious tribe was no match for them, and they had plundered many dwarven tribes.

The people of the Bloodhoof Tribe were already familiar with the scene of their opponents fleeing in panic and then being tortured and killed by them.

Therefore, when they see that it is not their opponents who are dead, but their companions, it is difficult for them to accept this fact.

"Let's go up and kill!"

This time, there were eleven dwarven warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe who appeared in front of Ameth, and counting the dead one, there were a total of twelve dwarven warriors, probably a squad.

The oppressive force of eleven dwarven warriors rushing over at the same time was huge, not to mention that these were still eleven well-trained dwarven warriors who were very familiar with cooperation.

Their combination is far more powerful than the average eleven dwarven warriors.

But because of the loss of one person, the combination is not complete, and they are still a lot weaker than the twelve-person squad.

But it's still a formidable force, and not many dwarves can face it.

Ameth looked at the dwarven warriors who rushed towards him, there was no fear in his eyes, only deep hatred, he knew who these people were in front of him, it was the murderer of his tribe.

The entire Bloodhoof tribe was too powerful for Ames to take revenge, but if it was only eleven, Ames had the courage to fight each other, and he was confident of victory.

After all, Ames is from Orleans, from the Duke's Castle.

After seeing so many such powerful forces, these eleven dwarven warriors are not taken into the eyes of Ameth, as long as they play normally, they can be hammered one by one.

Amers took out the other part of the hammer.

"Bang!"

A flash of lightning appeared, striking at the eleven dwarven warriors.

Like a silver serpent, but faster, more accurate, and more fierce than a serpent.

The first dwarven warrior fell, followed by the second.

In addition to dealing instantaneous damage, lightning can also paralyze the body of enemies, which may not be a long time, but it is enough for Ameth.

Amos is very fast.

A hammer went down, easily shattering the head of a dwarven warrior, followed by another hammer.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

There was only one dwarven warrior left in front of Ameth, the only surviving dwarven warrior who finally broke free from the paralysis of lightning after Ameth had spent his time with ten other dwarven warriors.