He sighed and said with a mean sneer: "What are you still hesitating about, say what is in your heart." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Dear Great Elder, first get rid of your own apprentice, and now it's me again, if you want to sit in the position of the chief so much, you can directly challenge me face to face. ”

"The biggest mistake of my life was to listen to you. I always thought you were planning for the clan. If the blood axe is here, this kind of thing will not happen, and if you become the chief again, the White Feather Tribe will be killed by you sooner or later. I'm going to defeat you and put an end to this. The white-haired warrior said with a frown.

He raised the battle axe in his hand, and some of the hundred knots of warriors gathered behind him, forming a confrontation with the other part of the loyal warriors, and the brute sneered, watching all this with his hands tied.

The atmosphere inside the cave was even more solemn, and everyone could hear the sound of fire devouring wood. Looking at the excited and violent eyes of the white-feathered warriors, like lambs between two fierce tigers, the chiefs held their breath and waited helplessly for their fate.

"No need to shed blood, I don't want to kill you, surrender, brute, I can exile you, you can't defeat me with a bloody axe. The Great Elder looked at the familiar figure in front of him and sighed lightly.

"God bless, the white-feathered warrior is the most bitter wind in the cold land, we have nothing to fear, when we need the sympathy and mercy of our opponents. Enraged, he roared and jumped off the platform, his strong body becoming even taller as if inflated, and the muscles of his body were like those made of copper and iron, shining with metallic brilliance.

A terrifying force struck, and the Great Elder was horrified to find that he could no longer control his body, and he couldn't even clench the battle axe in his hand.

Before he could react, he swung a huge iron cone and slammed into the Great Elder, knocking him away. He fell to the ground, staring blankly at the top of the cave. There was a sound of footsteps, and the familiar figure of Man obscured the fire in his eyes.

"How is it possible, when did you have such great power. "For this day, for all this, how much have I paid, how can you, who are high above, understand. ”

"You, like the blood axe, are all descendants of the blood of the gods, lead Bai Yu well, and maintain the inheritance of the ancestors, this is my last request, it should be for the sake of the year. The Great Elder said with a dying breath.

"I'm not a blood axe, maybe, one day, I might destroy White Feather, and you helped me. The man leaned down beside him and whispered, curse-like words echoing in the Great Elder's ears, but he could no longer hold the battle axe in his hand.

"Who else will disobey me. The brute picked up the blood-colored battle axe and shouted. Under his gaze, all the white-feathered warriors bowed down in fear and saluted him.

"White Feather Barbarian, you dare to break the ancient laws. One day, you will drink the bitter wine you have brewed. From then on, there was no peace in any cave, and no one was 。。。。。。 in the dark Before he could finish his words, a sharp spear pierced his head.

The chieftain of the Eastern tribe shook off the blood of his spear and crawled towards the brute, he pleaded: "God forbid, have mercy on me, great White Feather Chief, with a little gift, I will be the most humble servant of the White Feather Tribe." ”

"Who else wants to be gifted? "Hah, blasphemous fellow. The chief of the Aoki tribe smiled contemptuously, Get ready, White Feather Tribe, facing the spear of the Aoki tribe as dense as a forest. As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red battle axe flew and cut off his head in an instant.

"Who else. Man stretched out his hand to catch the blood axe that flew back, and said in a deep voice. "The Donghuang tribe will not negotiate with the enemy, and the next time we come, we will only have our leather shields and spears. Come and take my head and see who can get this glory. Chief Donghuang spread out his hand and raised his head and sneered.

"No one but the Celestial Gods can bring the monstrous flood to its knees, and the army of Wanliu will engulf the entire White Feather Mountain. "The seemingly weak Wanliu clan chief stood up and said without showing weakness.

Staring at the two unusually tough big chiefs, he bowed down with a cold face and saluted: "God bless, your courage." Shouts of murder erupted, and in a few moments, all the rebellious chieftains fell in pools of blood.

"I am a man who keeps my word, and I will give you the gift. "Stepping on the blood-strewn platform, he condescended to the chiefs who had surrendered.

In front of the black barrier, he stood on the edge of the highest platform, which was the closest to the barrier. This made him feel the enormity of the barrier even more, and he couldn't see the top when he looked up, and he couldn't see the edge from side to side. He was like an ant, looking at the towering trees.

The forbidden area of the gods, no one in the cold land has ever dared to take a step forward, and no one even dared to touch it, lest it cause the wrath of the gods.

If I can get the gift of the gods, who else can stand up to me and become the king of all worlds. When I thought of this, my heart couldn't help but burn. The gods were never satisfied with the offerings, nor did they respond. No one has ever given up on the successive masters of the sacred mountain, and the huge altars and delicate bronze pillars are proof of all this, not to mention the sacrifices that never ceased.

The gift of the gods, maybe I am the one who is destined for heaven. Quite raised his hand and slowly stretched it forward, as long as once, I could. He cried inwardly, and he was about to touch the barrier. His hands trembled involuntarily, and in the huge darkness in front of him, it seemed as if a giant beast was about to pounce out, and this terrible scene in his mind crushed his last trace of courage.

No one can fight the gods, and the barbarians who are afraid of their hearts put down their hands in fear and bow down in awe.

The chiefs, who had been escorted up, immediately learned of their fate, and began to curse loudly and resist in vain.

They had been stripped naked and, like the dead chiefs, tied to the bronze pillars around them, and now they wished they were dying sooner.

In the wind and snow, the ancient drums beat again, the old priests danced the ancient dance, and the warriors around them poured water on the captives, and in a few moments, their twisted bodies froze into ice sculptures.

On the altar, except for the howling of the cold wind, the huge black barrier did not react at all, and he was like a sleeping giant, once again he did not hear the chirping of the ants under his feet.

"The gods were not satisfied with the offerings. The old priest said in fear. "Great priest, didn't you say that you should use the strongest bloodline, and now all the chiefs are here. It seems that you have failed again, and my patience is about to be exhausted by you. ”

Two bizarre metal scrolls were carefully collected by several warriors. Fortunately, there is a little bit of gain, and now there is only one left in the six decisions of heaven and earth. Quite frowning, he glanced at the strange words on the scroll.

"Interpret the above text, don't make me feel that you are useless. Looking at the bloodshot eyes, the priest cautiously said, "Aman, you haven't fully mastered the power of the word, don't force another law decision." Even the Blood Axe only has two abilities, don't be too reluctant, it will hurt your body. ”

"In your heart, whether you feel it or not, I will never be able to compare with him. Also, how many times have I told you to call me chief? Don't think you've helped me before and you can point fingers at me. This is the last time, and perhaps, next time, I will make you a sacrifice to see if the gods will favor me for it. He threw the two scrolls to the priest and turned away.

In the wind and snow, the old priest looked up at the man who was far away, and sighed helplessly, and the once young and helpless figure in his heart was gone.