At this time, in Qiluo's eyes, the army of about 500 people in front of him was not human at all, but a group of cold-blooded and murderous beasts, who were quietly dormant in the grass, and could pounce on them at any moment and bite their throats.

Keira looked at this group of warriors with his beastly instincts, but the wind cangs of the Wind Horse Department were very different from him, and his judgment was completely based on years of experience and experience.

He had never fought on the front line, but his experience was so extensive that he didn't think twice about the entire Wind Horse Department.

With just a glance, he could see the indifference and ruthlessness in the eyes of these people in front of him.

This is definitely not something that can be cultivated through any training, and only one kind of person can have such a look, either the kind of elite soldier who crawls out of the pile of dead people, or a murderous maniac who completely ignores life and treats killing as child's play.

Only that kind of inhuman character can have such terrifying eyes.

They will not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife and wave it at the powerless old and sick, they will perfectly carry out any order of the superior, even if they know that they will die, they will never back down, because this kind of person has seen through everything, and will no longer cherish anything in the world, including their lives, they can no longer be called human, perhaps killing machines are the only title suitable for them.

The two men looked at the group of slaves from very different angles, but came to almost identical conclusions.

There is no doubt that this is a cold-blooded and ruthless killing machine.

Every commander hopes that the soldiers under his command are such killing machines, but in fact, every such elite soldier is precious, and there are not many who can crawl out of the pile of dead people without going crazy, and are willing to continue to serve as soldiers. It was not easy for such a rare and rare dead man to find one or two, but at this time, in front of the two of them, it was a full five hundred.

Feng Cang twisted his sore neck with difficulty, and looked at the twenty elite two-headed wolf slave warriors on the other side that he had lent to Xingtian. They are all elite warriors produced by the Twin Wolf Collection, and each of them also has the courage to face death.

At this time, in the face of the five hundred slaves, the two of them actually had a very similar temperament.

It's all the same silence, it's all the same callousness, it's all the same steadfastness......

But for some reason, Feng Cang just felt that his two-headed wolf warrior was a little worse than the five hundred slaves of Xingtian!

Popularity.

That's right, it's popularity.

No matter how ruthless the two-headed wolf warriors are, they are still human, and they can still feel their lives and feel their breath.

But the five hundred slaves of Xingtian are completely different, although they are also breathing, they do not have the slightest human emotion, like five hundred puppets, bloodthirsty puppets.

Who trained these people? Even more elite than the two-headed wolf warriors?

Although in the one-on-one competition, the two-headed wolf warrior is likely to win, or even win completely, but the difference between the two sides at this time is only the difference in physical strength, as well as the blessing of brute pattern power, if you give this group of slaves a little more time to train, and engrave brute patterns on their bodies, it is very likely to become a brute pattern warrior that surpasses the two-headed wolf.

Seeing the real existence of five hundred slaves, although Fengcang and Qiluo were greatly surprised, they couldn't help but be amazed.

For according to their thinking, there is really no other reason to explain the origin of these five hundred slaves......

Qi Luo said with emotion: "The second brother is really lucky, he unexpectedly got the allegiance of such a large number of dead soldiers, with this strength, my Qingyu Department can prosper!"

Feng Cang also couldn't stop admiring, "Junior Brother Xingtian must have won the favor of the Witch God, otherwise how could he have destroyed the Turbulent Tribes so miraculously, and even got such a strong army? It's really jealous!"

Xingtian snorted, but he smiled in his heart, and secretly asked if the mouth of this wind cang had been opened, and a few words of nonsense were almost expected by him again.

Didn't you just get the favor of the witch god and have the "blood of the ancestral witch"!

"By the way, second brother, why are the captives who surrendered to the Tubi Department unconscious?" Qiluo sighed, and naturally raised the question of what he saw after entering the Tubu Division.

"Oh, I'm going to talk to my brother about this matter in detail, and there are still a lot of problems in this Tuyi tribe that need to be explained, let's go back to the house and continue......" Xingtian turned around and led Fengcang and Qiluo back to the Tuyu patriarch's house.

After concealing the existence of the "Blood of the Extravagant Corpse", Xingtian recounted the process of the raid on the Raiders in detail, and at the same time explained the loot and copper ore obtained to the two of them in detail. As for the coma of the Tu tribes, they lied that they were afraid of their riots, and they were fed herbs that made people sleep, etc......

The three of them finally reached an agreement on the issue of the copper mine, with half of the income being received by the Lying Niu Ministry, and the other half being divided equally between Fengcang and Xingtian.

After all, this is Xingtian's great feat, and Feng Cang got this pie that fell from the sky for nothing, don't look at it as only a quarter, but it is already a huge amount of money.

Of course, the sacrificial vessels belong to the Lying Cattle Department, and all the copper ingots will be handed over to the wind cangs to help sell, and the profits will be divided equally among the three parties.

And the money box that Xingtian secretly swallowed, naturally no one cared about it, and it successfully fell into Xingtian's pocket.

By the time the final spoils were over, three hours had passed, and it was getting late, and everyone had already arranged to rest.

At this time, Wuhua, who had been guarding outside, suddenly ran in with a surprised face and shouted loudly: "Xiaotian, Xiaotian, look, what is this?"

Everyone was surprised, but they saw Wuhua holding a colorful bird in her hand, vivid, and a pair of small eyes blinking at everyone.

Everyone exclaimed, not because of anything else, but because the bird's whole body was actually composed of petals, and every feather was a petal, and the two shining eyes were actually two small blooming flowers, and the black eyes were black seeds.

"This, this is witchcraft - the Medium Sparrow!" was the first to exclaim, as he was from a large tribe, he had naturally seen the barbarian witches in the tribe use this kind of witchcraft.

Psychic Sparrow?

When Xingtian and the others were surprised, the little finch aimed at Xingtian, flew over suddenly, bypassed the three turns above his head, turned into a rain of flowers in the sky with a bang, and formed a female image in mid-air, and said: "Xingtian, quickly go back to the Lying Cow Department to see me!"

The voice is sexy and magnetic, intimate and majestic.

All the Woniu tribesmen present had a ridiculous feeling, and Xing Tian scratched his scalp even more, before he asked in surprise: "You, are you ...... Old Grandma!?"

The owner of that voice will definitely not be more than forty years old, but it is in stark contrast to the old grandma's usual old-fashionedness, as if she is a hundred years younger all of a sudden!

"What are the bunnies looking at, who else but me?"

As soon as the familiar tone of reprimand came out of the old grandmother, the scene suddenly heard the sound of gasping cold air, and the appearance of the woman made of petals also formed an angry and frowning appearance with the reprimand, showing the old grandma's expression vividly and amazingly.

"Don't talk nonsense, leave the matter over there to Qiluo, you hurry up and get back for me!"

After the roar, there was another soft sound, and the woman's head shattered, turning into petals and falling from the sky, leaving a group of stunned clansmen!

Is this witchcraft?

Is this the strength of the old grandma in our clan?

Xingtian whined, looked up at the sky-

This witchcraft is really amazing, it can actually convey people's consciousness, sound, and vision to a hundred miles away through a pair of petals, and realize seamless link, real-time video dialogue, and even a little bit of network delay, which is more awesome than a satellite signal!

Qi Luo suppressed his excitement, pushed the stunned Xingtian, and said, "Second brother, don't be stupid, since the old grandma is looking for you urgently, then you can go back quickly!"

Xing Tian nodded and said, "The matter here is over, and I am also planning to go back." By the way, before those sudden warriors fell asleep, I had already accepted them as my slave warriors, and I would leave this matter to Yili, and I would also stay with the five hundred slave warriors, and if the eldest brother had any orders, I could directly find Yili!"

Yili hurriedly received the order next to him, and after Xingtian said goodbye to you, he only took the two of them with the bones and the empty air, and returned to the Lying Cow Department overnight!

This time, the trip was rapid, and it took only more than half a day before and after, and Xingtian had already rushed back to the tribe.

He didn't care about meeting his parents, so he rushed to the old grandmother's courtyard as soon as possible, and the moment he pushed open the small door of the familiar courtyard, everything in front of him already surprised him so much that he couldn't close his mouth!

The original dilapidated and deserted courtyard has become a paradise of nature at this time.

The whole space is shrouded in a beautiful halo of light, two unusually tall, knotted trees planted in the middle of the courtyard, where the fierce sunlight on the outside is warmly sprinkled, through the dense foliage to form patches of light on the ground, bringing a piece of light to this side of the world.

The land of the courtyard has also become extremely aura, the air in the space is fresh, and there is a smell that is more fragrant than rain everywhere. The various medicinal herbs planted in the fields of the small courtyard have grown very gratifying from the original dying, and many of the herbs have blossomed and borne fruit.

The original dead wood door has been happy in the new year, and green roses bloom on the green buds that are extracted. It was only at this time that Xing Tian recognized that the doorpost, which had almost been demolished by his own life several times, was actually the main medicinal material for making a high-grade blood-tonifying pill [Yixue Pill].

Just when Xingtian walked to the door with a nervous mood, he was about to push the door in.

With a creak, the door opened from within, and a tall figure stepped out of it—

Xingtian's first attention was the other party's figure, tall and sturdy, and his height of 1.8 meters was only a head shorter than himself. The body is draped with colorful feathers, with a colorful feather crown that symbolizes the witch sacrifice, and the seven long feathers on it represent the level of the seven-star witch festival.

Next, Xing Tiancai noticed her appearance-