Along one of the feet of the desert giant tortoise, Ye Chui and his party walked down slowly, turned around and looked, the giant tortoise was like a dormant mountain, majestic and magnificent, if it wasn't for the fact that it was still alive and showing its fangs before, then Ye Chui would definitely regard it as a giant mountain with a strange shape.

There were countless terrifying monsters of all kinds in ancient times, and I am afraid that there are not many people with such terrifying body types.

The battle below the giant tortoise has ended, countless slaves who were enslaved by the blood scorpion tribe are kneeling on the ground in fear, and thousands of blood scorpion warriors are being held hostage by the people of the Green Bay tribe, the Green Bay tribe is only two hundred, they have some casualties in the battle just now, but the Green Bay tribe of only two hundred people has defeated thousands of people of the blood scorpion tribe, which the Green Bay tribe has never dared to think of before.

Even now that it had happened, they still felt like they were living in a dream when they looked at the panicked prisoners of war of the Blood Scorpion Tribe.

Seeing Ye Trai and them coming back, Kela hurriedly walked to Ye Trai's side: "Mr. Ye Trai, these people have already surrendered. ”

"What about our casualties?" Ye asked Chui.

"Eight people died accidentally, and more than twenty were injured. Kola replied, still with a strong pride in his tone, the secret world is constantly at war, even the people of the Green Bay tribe are always threatened with their lives, and only eight people died in this battle, which already made him feel incredible, he asked a little naively, "Mr. Ye Chui, what is this, what is this? Is this the end of the Blood Scorpion Tribe?"

"The Fierce Spirit God has been killed by us, and the Blood Scorpion Tribe will cease to exist from today. She smiled and patted Kora on the shoulder, and then asked Debbie to summon Avra and Lesa to heal the wounded, while he himself came to the captured blood scorpion warriors.

These people are also very bloody, and they have been resisting to the death, until those sandmen who have mutated by relying on the power of the fierce spirit god have turned into a pool of scattered sand, knowing that the fierce spirit god is dead, they finally put down the weapons in their hands.

At this moment, their eyes were full of panic when they looked at Ye Chui, and there was no anger or hatred at all.

"What should we do with these people?" Persian walked up to Ye Chui and said with a frown, "The Blood Scorpion Tribe is cruel in nature, and they have always had a blood feud with the Green Bay Tribe, I'm afraid there is no way to rule them together, so it's better to kill them all." ”

Ye Shui was stunned and glanced at Bosli: "You are not very old, why are you so cruel and easy to kill? ”

Persian rolled her eyes and looked at Ye Zhuo, are there still fewer people who died under your hands?

Ye Trai shook his head and no longer paid attention to Persian Li, he looked at those blood scorpion warriors, suddenly found something, and asked curiously: "What are the blood tattoos on these people?" Ye Trai had already seen the blood patterns on the blood scorpion tribe's body, but those blood scorpion warriors in the oasis had been sucked into dry corpses by the fierce spirit god before, and he didn't have a chance to take a closer look.

Among these people, some of them have a striped tattoo on their bodies, and some of them have only a simple one on their chests, and some of them are densely tattooed with this kind of thing, and when they heard Ye Tuo's words, Kora said with some anger: "The tradition of those blood scorpion tribes, they worship killing, and every time they kill a person on the battlefield, they will tattoo a blood pattern on their body, and in their eyes, this one is regarded as a great honor." ”

Kill a person and tattoo a blood pattern, the blood scorpion tribe and the Green Bay tribe have been fighting for a hundred years, I am afraid that many of these blood patterns represent the soul of the Green Bay tribe, and it is no wonder that Kela's voice is full of anger when she speaks.

"That's what happened, and that's easy. Ye Zhuo made a decision.

Ye Trai needs power now, although his magic guide book can be called open, but now if he wants to fight against Shenmin City, he still needs to gather the strength of these tribesmen - just like Shenmin City has not officially seen Ye Chui, he has already regarded Ye Trai as an imaginary enemy, Ye Trai also regards Shenmin City as the big boss here in his heart, and if you want to incorporate these warriors of the Blood Scorpion Tribe, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the people in the Green Bay Tribe, but just to incorporate those tribal warriors who have no blood lines, the problem will not be too big.

Warriors without blood stripes at least make up the majority.

What makes Ye Chui feel quite interesting is that most of these warriors of the blood scorpion tribe have a score between "30~50", and the age is between 15~40, but no matter how much the points are or how old they are, they have little to do with blood lines, some teenagers have blood lines, some older ones don't, and the points value is not directly related to blood lines, which shows that these people don't all regard blood lines as glory.

Ye Chui said loudly to those prisoners of war: "Those who carry blood patterns on their bodies should stand up!"

The prisoners of war of the blood scorpion tribe were a little commotion, and after a while, some people walked out and stood aside with some doubts, the number of these people was about five hundred, they have always been respected warriors in the blood scorpion tribe, and now they were separated by Ye Chui alone, after the initial hesitation, as if they understood something, their nervous face had a somewhat joyful expression: powerful warriors should be respected everywhere, Ye Chui values them more!

The rest of the people immediately panicked.

"Lord Ye Chui, we, we are willing to serve you......" A bloodless warrior said with some trembling and took a step forward, but when he saw the magic spear in the hand of a Green Bay warrior, he hurriedly retreated.

"Your strength should not be weak. Ye Trai looked at this person, he was in his thirties, with messy hair, and in Ye Chui's score test, his score value reached 55, which was among the top among all prisoners of war, and he asked with a smile, "But why don't you have blood lines?"

"This ......," the man with random hair said a little nervously, "I don't like to kill......"

"Those who dare not kill are not qualified warriors!" On the side of the Blood Scorpion Tribe, a person shouted loudly, his body was densely covered with blood lines, "How can such a person give a fierce spirit god...... No, Lord Ye Chui is effective, and he should be killed directly!"

Ye Chui glanced at this blood-streaked warrior with interest, this blood-streaked warrior's point value is only 35, which is a small number among the crowd, but the number of blood-streaks accounts for the majority, which shows that although his strength is not good, he is cruel and easy to kill, and he is now working hard to show his value.

Ye Trai felt more and more interesting, he waved his hand at Kora, let Kola pick up a long knife on the ground, handed it to the man with random hair, and looked at the blood-streaked warrior: "Pick a weapon you like, you will fight on behalf of the people behind you, the winner can stay by my side, and the loser will be used as a slave." ”

The blood-streaked warrior was stunned, he didn't expect Ye Trai to make such a decision, but he then regarded Ye Trai's intention as to see his strength, he quickly picked up a battle axe from the ground, and looked at the man-haired man with a sneer: "To deal with this kind of guy who doesn't have a single blood vein, I don't need to use all my strength at all." ”

The rest of the Blood-Streaked Warriors also shouted and cheered.

Those who did not have blood tattoos showed a decadent look one by one, but there were also a few people who knew the true strength of the man with random hair, and shouted a few times to cheer him up.

The messy-haired man glanced at Ye Chu with some hesitation, clenched the long knife in his hand, and looked at the blood-streaked warrior.

Ye Trai stepped back a little distance, revealing a look of good fun, and took the opportunity to ask Green for some wild fruits, nibbling while admiring the battle that was about to begin.

"What are you doing?" Debbie asked Ye Hang in confusion.

The others also had the same expressions, they didn't have the ability to directly judge the strength of the other party like Ye Chui.

"Just look at it. Ye Chui said mysteriously, waving his hand high, "Okay, okay, you can start fighting." ”

As soon as these words ended, the two immediately rushed together brandishing their weapons.

"Kill ......," he only heard the blood-streaked warrior shout, and then the next moment the voice in his mouth turned into a scream, "...... Ahh

The man with random hair slammed the attack, dodging the battle axe of the blood-streaked warrior, and the long knife was raised, and the blood-streaked warrior was severely injured with one sword.

The contest ended as soon as it began.

Except for the leaf lobe, no one could have predicted that this would be the case.

"Well, that's good, my words count, you guys!" Ye Chui pointed at those blood-streaked warriors, "If you lose, you will be slaves in the future." ”

Although Ye Chui doesn't care much about killing people now, it's better not to kill people than to kill people, and it's not a thirst for killing if he is decisive.

The man with random hair knocked down the blood-streaked warrior with a knife before, but did not kill the other party, and the blood-streaked warrior was helped up with a look of disgruntle: "I was careless just now, I ......"

"Shut up, didn't you hear what Mr. Ye Chui said, you will all be slaves from now on!" said Kora, shouting along with the rest of the Green Bay as he drove the blood-streaked warriors aside.

Debbie and they also saw it at this time, Ye Trai had already calculated the result, the remaining people without blood tattoos, no lives in their hands, were acceptable forces, Ye Trai walked in front of the man with random hair, asked his name, knew that this person's name was Trey, Ye Trai asked him to be responsible for leading these Green Bay warriors without blood tattoos, Trey's face was full of gratitude, unspeakable surprise.

And Bosli said to Ye Chui with some concern: "Forget these blood scorpion warriors, but those blood scorpion warriors, you let them be slaves, I'm afraid they won't be too stable, it's better to kill them directly, otherwise they may betray you at any time." ”

Ye Chui looked at Persian Li in surprise: "Why are you so cruel? Don't kill the prisoners, is this humanitarian?"

"What is humanitarianism?" Persian looked puzzled, not knowing what the new term that Ye Hang meant.

"Humanitarianism is ......" Ye Chui was about to explain, when suddenly a burst of exclamations rang out, but it was the blood-streaked warriors who were directly degraded by Ye Chui to work hard, taking advantage of being driven away, suddenly attacked, knocked down the Green Bay warriors who escorted them, and rushed towards the distance.

Seeing this, Ye Chui said to Bosli: "Now I'll show you the humanitarian care, Jarvis, fire!"