The afternoon sun shines through the dense canopy, leaving thin spots of light in the woodland.

There is a lot of humidity in the woodland, and although the sunlight is cut off, the forest cannot stop the erosion of the heat wave, and the whole forest is like a huge steamer.

The natives' shouts of killing were heard far away.

This group of natives of Handanar County were driven from the plains to the mountains by evil spirits, but the natives didn't seem to hate these evil spirits very much, but caused trouble to the Grimm Empire soldiers everywhere, and the small jungle guerrilla warfare of the natives became the biggest problem for the logistics supply line of the Grimm Empire.

The people of the Grimm Empire occupied this land just for the rich resources of this land, and some slave traders in the Grimm Empire at most arrested some natives and sold them to some big lords of the lord plane of the Roland Continent to become slaves. But in the eyes of the demons, these natives are merely sour food......

The two natives who were guarding the side of the indigenous leader quickly discovered He Boqiang, and they regarded He Boqiang as a native, and when they saw He Boqiang running over, they pointed at the large army charging in front of him with the wooden spear in their hands, signaling He Boqiang to hurry up and follow.

He Boqiang didn't make a sound, and when He Boqiang rushed to a place less than twenty meters away from the indigenous leader, the two natives finally discovered the difference between He Boqiang.

The indigenous leader also saw at this time that He Boqiang was not a native at all, and he let out a strange scream, commanding his crotch. The natives under the strong man stepped back, and the two natives beside him held wooden spears in their hands and strode towards He Boqiang.

The distance of more than 20 meters is only a matter of a few seconds for He Boqiang and the two natives, He Boqiang did not slow down in the run, he rushed towards a native, and just when the two were about to collide together, the natives stabbed the wooden spear in his hand fiercely at He Boqiang.

And He Boqiang used his feet to exert his strength, jumped high, and the Roman sword in his hand swung out like lightning, accurately slashing at the wooden spears of the natives.

The hardwood spear broke in response, and He Boqiang took the opportunity to smash his elbow on the native's face, and his knee was also on the native's chest, and a series of bone cracking sounds sounded when they collided together, and the natives were knocked to the ground by He Boqiang, and He Boqiang was also the first to step over his body and catch up with the retreating natives.

Finding that he could not escape, the indigenous leader drove himself to his crotch. The indigenous strong man under him greeted He Boqiang, and the indigenous leader waved a wooden stick tied to the banner in his hand and smashed it at He Boqiang, with a red fire.

He Boqiang was startled by the fire, and sideways let go of the burning wooden stick, which brushed against his cheek, and the scorching flames made his face feel a tingle.

When the indigenous leader saw that the blow worked, his heart was overjoyed, and he ordered the indigenous strong man under his crotch to pursue forward.

Although He Boqiang's body is strong, but he lacks combat experience, the indigenous strong man carried the leader in pursuit, raised his foot and kicked He Boqiang's lower abdomen, He Boqiang retreated in embarrassment, the Roman sword in his hand instinctively stabbed forward, and his wrist was lifted upward, and a two-foot-long mouth was cut on the chest of the indigenous strong man, and the abdominal cavity and chest cavity were cut open by sharp weapons, and the internal organs were squeezed out along the wound and flowed to the ground.

The strong man wailed and fell to the ground.

The indigenous leader, who was riding on his neck, also lost his center of gravity and fell.

He Boqiang didn't expect his body's instinctive reaction to be so sharp, he was a little flustered just now, his brain was blank, and the movements in his hands were completely subconscious behaviors, but he took the opportunity to kill the burly indigenous strong man.

The indigenous leader who fell to the ground threw the Fanqi staff in his hand to the ground, and was about to crawl over to pick up the Fanqi cane at this time, where could He Boqiang let him get his weapon back, clenched the Roman sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and threw down the body of the indigenous leader, and stabbed the sharp Roman sword into the back of the indigenous leader's heart.

The indigenous guard who caught up from behind stabbed He Boqiang in the back of the neck with a wooden spear.

Out of his body's instinctive reaction, He Boqiang subconsciously lowered his head with his chest in his chest, and the wooden spear was close to his scalp.

He Boqiang grabbed the wooden spear with one hand, and the Roman sword in the other hand stabbed into the chest of the indigenous guard, and the indigenous guard held his chest and fell on the leader, He Boqiang was worried that the indigenous guard would be dying, so he reached out and carried the messy braids of the indigenous guard, and wiped it fiercely on the neck of the indigenous guard with a Roman sword, and the indigenous guard swallowed directly.

After killing three natives in a row, the blood in his body was still surging, his heartbeat was like a drum, He Boqiang sat in prostration, sitting in the glade covered with dead leaves, holding the Roman sword tightly in his palm, and at this moment it also rolled to the ground, and the blood on his body quickly condensed, and the palm of his hand was a little sticky.

He Boqiang wanted to find some dead leaves and wipe the blood off his hands.

Before he could sit on the ground and catch his breath, the natives hidden in the depths of the dense forest found that the leader had been killed, and immediately let out a rapid cry in the dense forest, and the sound came and went, and the news of the death of the indigenous leader spread quickly.

The natives in the nearby area gathered around He Boqiang's location, and the natives had not yet arrived, but the messy arrows had already flown one after another, and a wooden arrow happened to fall at He Boqiang's feet and lost its strength.

He Boqiang saw countless natives coming towards these surrounding, so frightened that he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, picked up the Roman sword on the ground and the long staff of the indigenous leader with the banner tied to it, and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement.

Probably the natives who were charging in front also learned the news of the leader's death, and the natives who charged in front immediately dispersed, and countless natives chased after He Boqiang, who was alone, and gave up the victory without hesitation.

He Boqiang was worried about being torn apart by the angry natives behind him, so he ran in the direction he came from, and some natives wanted to stop He Boqiang on the way, but no one could stop him.

Behind He Boqiang, hundreds of natives formed a fan, desperately shouting and chasing He Boqiang.

He Boqiang didn't expect that he would single-handedly kill the indigenous leader, which would actually annoy all the natives, he didn't even dare to look back at the situation behind him, so he only ran forward with his head down.

I don't know how far I ran, I feel that my legs are getting heavier and heavier, the air inhaled into my lungs seems to be never enough, and my throat is beginning to have some salty taste, He Boqiang knows that he has begun to be exhausted, but those natives are always biting behind him, and they haven't fallen far.

He Boqiang ran and ran and his feet were weak, he didn't know what he tripped under his feet, and his body flew forward uncontrollably.

He Boqiang's face was fiercely attached to the woodland full of fallen leaves, and his body flipped forward, like a hard-landed earthen plane, lifting up all the large fallen leaves in the woodland, and the whole person was also stumbled, his mind was blank, and there was only one thought: 'It's over!' ’

Just as he was in despair, a melodious trumpet sounded across the woodland, followed by a boiling shout......