He leaned down, trying to listen to the messenger's message. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info His ears are still bleeding, and he has just been hit by a heavy hammer, and his brain is still cloudy.

The noise of the battle around him made the messenger's voice resemble a flock of chirping birds, which distracted him.

He glared at the little fellow, at his frightened pale face, and at his trembling lips. Thinking about it, if the next second, he didn't say anything that interested him, whether he would split him in half or cut him into a human stick.

He subconsciously waved the battle axe in his right hand, which was a terrible weapon. It was transformed by the stars falling from the sky, extremely sharp, and I don't know how many people were killed, and the whole body was full of blood-red light.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar place name and jumped out of the guy's mouth. It was as if a bolt of lightning struck him, and a scene from years ago came back to him.

If his body is not found, no one will survive in that situation, no matter how many people guarantee it. He still felt how that guy could die so easily.

His mind cleared up all at once, and his ears stopped ringing. He calmed down and listened patiently to the messenger's words.

A white-feathered warrior, near the Kiki Witch Cave, who else but him. He stood up and laughed loudly: "I got good news, and now, I'm in a good mood. I decided to give you a chance, according to the old tradition. If only one of you can defeat me, I will forgive you for your betrayal. ”

A group of strong warriors around them, beating the leather shields, they shouted loudly and echoed the words of the leader, they were the warriors of the White Feather Tribe, the most feared force in the cold land.

Among the small tribes that were surrounded, several of the strongest warriors looked at each other, and one of the warriors with gray hair shouted, "It's not fair, you have a blood axe, no one can challenge you." ”

Man glanced at him, remembering the stone hammer in the soldier's hand, he chuckled: "Do you want a warrior to give up the weapon in his hand, so that you can choose five people to fight with me, if you don't have the courage at all, you don't have to survive in the cold land." ”

Five of the strongest warriors came out of the crowd, two with leather shields and spears, one with ten throwing spears on his back, and the other two with huge stone hammers.

This is the most solid battle formation, with two in front to withstand attacks, spearmen to throw terrible poisonous spears in the rear, and two stone hammermen to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

He stood up carelessly, his huge body like a hill. When the five-person battle formation was still slowly advancing, he launched an attack at an incredible speed, and the battle axe in his hand flashed a terrifying red light.

There was a loud thud, and the two leather shield hands were cut in half. Before the javelinman could react, he saw the sharp tomahawk flying towards him, and that was the last thing he saw.

The stone hammer hand on one side reacted and roared and rushed towards the brute, he raised the huge stone hammer, and a red light passed through his body. He was horrified to find the terrible tomahawk rushing out of his body.

Barbarian raised his right hand and caught the returning tomahawk. The tomahawk in his hand trembled incessantly, making a burst of chirping, hungry and thirsty for his control, like some rapid harvest of life always made it excited.

He didn't see it, but the last stone hammer had quietly arrived behind him, and the huge stone hammer was aimed at the back of his head.

The gray-haired warrior whispered, "In the last war, I had the privilege of seeing the power of this murder weapon. Remember your promise, lay down your arms, Chieftain of the White Feather, I won. ”

"Of course, I'm a man who keeps his word. He slowly lowered the tomahawk in his hand, and he opened his hand.

The gray-haired warrior slowly stepped back, raised the stone hammer in his hand and shouted, "Rejoice, my people, we will not participate in this war." ”

Quite silently raised his right hand, and the white-feathered warriors around him quickly gathered towards him. The people of the small tribe calmed down, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

"For hundreds of years, our tribe has been fighting with flying feathered flags, and they have never been absent. But this time is different, don't recruit other small tribes, no one will fight a war that will not be won. No one dared to disobey the decision of the hundred clans, even Bai Yu couldn't deal with the four major tribes that had united. The last Bloodaxe Chieftain, with whom I fought once, was a great warrior. If you can be as wise as he is, you can talk to the four major tribes, no one wants to go to war. The stone hammer warrior shouted as he looked at the distant brute, perhaps he felt that the rumored brute was not so vicious, or maybe he just wanted to have a good idea with the leader of the strongest tribe.

He immediately realized that he was wrong, and a terrible chill came over him. He turned around, like a prehistoric beast, stared at his prey and roared, "You fool, you dare to teach me a lesson, you shouldn't mention that name." The gods are above, and now the whole tribe will be buried for you. ”

The murder weapon in the man's hand screamed, his figure became taller and taller, and he shouted, "Force." Seeing this, the white-feathered warriors around them hurriedly scattered.

With a heavy stomp, the trees around the terrible shock wave shook and staggered. Everything in his sight was gone, and all that was left in his heart was boundless killing intent and the desire to destroy everything.

After a while, the man woke up from his anger, and all he was surrounded by stumps and broken arms, and many broken weapons. A terrible slaughter field, a small tribe was destroyed like this, and men and women fell to the ground in all directions. There was no one who could stop him, and no weapon could hurt his body.

It is the power of the ancient inheritance, and the white-feathered warriors around him looked at him with complicated expressions, maybe fear, maybe reverence.

Like your master, you don't want to obey me, you want to control me. Hold the shaking tomahawk with a lot of force.

He squinted and looked down to see a young figure at his feet, not yet above the spear, holding a carved wooden toy in his left hand.

"It's all your fault, you can't blame me. The brute threw away his tomahawk and shouted, his voice echoing through the open mountains, only the cold wind echoing him.

"Take me to him, if you dare to lie to me, you think about it, you are not worth it, I will tie a knot for you. He took off his helmet and revealed the dense knots of hair on his head.

The messenger struggled to get up from the ground, his body covered in blood. It's a miracle that he survived. He cried with a sad face, and kept cursing the name of the old patriarch in his heart, I will die, and actually let me come here, this is a madman.

In the distance, a white-feathered warrior rushed towards him with a flame flag on his back, shouting excitedly as he ran. Good news, good news.