"You're lying!"

With a loud bang, the arm-thick iron cage was smashed by Jag's punch, and when the smoke cleared, Gnison's dying body was already suspended in front of him.

"If Lear wanted to attack us long before the valley, there would be no need to do anything more!

The momentum of this punch suddenly rose to an extreme, and everyone present seemed to be unable to see his figure clearly, only to feel that there was an irresistible prehistoric beast standing in the middle of the field, and their hearts trembled.

As someone who had directly suffered from this coercion, Gnison felt that death was so close to him for the second time in his life, the last time he had faced Kunsha in Clegmore.

However, the more humble and self-indulgent he was, the more he aroused the hatred in his heart, and while grinning as he recalled what Sandru had said to him, he gritted his teeth and turned his heart sideways after he really felt that there was nothing missing.

"Who are you!? Why do you repeatedly excuse the enemy, the leader was assassinated by the necromancer is what I saw with my own eyes, and the evidence is conclusive, and the Spartacians are absolutely inextricable, and how can I assassinate me like this?

Gnison struggled fiercely in Jag's hands, and when he accused Jagg, he was completely righteous and awe-inspiring, and sure enough, after listening to his roar, all the barbarians present looked at Jagg with unkindness and suspicion.

"I am the third generation of ancestor Jag! The soul came here to settle the dispute with the Spartacians, because of the stupidity and persecution of this man, Haag with the power of the ancestors left the enemy camp, I am here to recall Hag and lead you to restore the glory of the race!"

With that, a vast and majestic aura burst out from Jagg's body and instantly enveloped the entire barbarian camp, including those barbarians who were still far away from the front line of Yuanmen, they all felt an irrepressible awe rising in the depths of their souls, and these people standing in the middle of the field could hardly help but kneel down and worship under the pressure of his complete release.

"Fart!"

Gnison burst into a loud roar.

It's not that he is brave, as the one closest to Jag, he actually feels the deepest, and when Jag's momentum begins to diverge, he can basically confirm that what the other party said is true.

However, he also knew that if Jagg really stopped everyone, not only would his and Sandru's plans fall apart, but even his own life would be in danger.

When the last desire to survive in his heart burned strongly, he actually roared out to the guts.

"If you are really an ancestor, why didn't the leader say it to any of us before, and if it was really an ancestor, how could you watch the assassination of the leader and be indifferent, but defend the enemy in every possible way afterwards, it is clear that you are a spy sent by Spartacus, and even you are the one who assassinated the leader, I think that there is anyone else in this camp who has the ability to count arrows to take the leader's life, don't think that I can't see clearly when I hide in the shadows, now I think that the attacker's figure is actually seven points similar to you!"

After shouting at the words, Gnison was already in a cold sweat, and the drums were beating in his vest, but he had no way out.

He could only bet that Jagg wouldn't kill him in plain sight of the facts, because he was the only witness, and if Jagg did that, it would be even more convincing of his own suspicions.

"Beasts are looking for death!"

Sure enough, Jag was furious when he heard this, and the green tendons in his arms swelled up and went up, grabbing Gnison's body and slamming it to the ground.

However, just as Gnison was broken and shouted 'Die die' in his heart, and even felt his head about to explode on the ground into a puddle of blood, Jagg suddenly stopped, because he saw that all the barbarians present looked at him with a look of surprise and distrust in their eyes, and although they were still shocked by his strength and momentum for the time being, the beating light in his eyes already had faint traces of anger and hatred.

"Storm the valley! Slaughter the enemy! Avenge the leader!"

Just then, Gnison suddenly let out a few more hoarse roars, and at the same time a sneer appeared in his lingering heart, he knew that he had made the right bet, and now was the time to add a fire.

"You!"

Jag's angry fingers exerted slightly, and immediately a crackling sound from the squeezing of bones sounded in Gnison's throat, but although the latter's face was flushed and he was about to suffocate, he looked at the other party with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance: "Come on, kill me, you can kill one of me, can you kill all these 50,000 barbarian heroes and warriors?" Even if you can kill all these 50,000 heroic souls, as long as there is still a barbarian alive, he will remember this hatred and be the enemy of Spartacus for generations!"

Gnison's dying words finally became the last spark that detonated the lava, and in an instant the eyes of all the barbarians present turned blood-red, and the sound of attacking the valley and killing the Spartacus to avenge Tanan was like a storm and tsunami, bombarding from the rear of the camp towards the gate layer after layer.

Although the barbarians passing along the way did not know what was going on, they were soon infected by this strong atmosphere, and for a moment the whole barbarian camp became angry and angry.

"Wait for the reckless, the future of the barbarians will be ruined in your hands!"

Jagg yelled angrily, but his voice was filled with unspeakable disappointment and helplessness.

Originally, he thought that after the soul descended, he could solve Lear and welcome back the other two ancestors, but he didn't want a prophetic sword to make all his hopes come to naught, and after learning of Haag's existence, he made an important choice, sacrificing the heavenly temple in exchange for the earthly hope seed.

However, as soon as Tanan died, he was nameless, and everyone was completely blinded by the flames of hatred, and at this time he only regretted that he did not let Tanan reveal his true identity in the first place, so that it was useless for him to say anything now.

"Pull out the camp! Attack the valley! Fight to the death with the Spartacus!"

Gnison struggled to break free of Jag's fist, and then issued the last and most critical order, although he had been stripped of all his positions before, after all, the residual power that had been formed all along, and the essence of this order was not the identity of the issuer, the current barbarian army was like a dry firewood, and he just had to sprinkle that flame.

"Pull out the camp!"

"Attack the valley!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Avenge the leader!"

Stacks of voices spread rapidly through the barbarian barracks, and in a moment the whole camp was boiling, and countless barbarians, led by their captains, rushed like locusts into the Crimean valley, and their eyes could not see anything but the fire of hatred.

"It's over, it's all over..."

Jagg stared at the sky on the spot, he knew that there was no possibility of ending the battle together, and with Lear's decisive personality, he didn't care what reason the barbarians went mad.

He can't stop Kunsha, but Lear will bury all 50,000 barbarians as he did in the Bait League.

Two lines of bloody tears poured out of the young eyes, splashing a few blood flowers after falling on the hot sand.

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