There was already a mess outside the house, and the men's shouts and roars seemed very angry, but the trembling voices also made people feel a little panicked, and the children's cries were scattered, and from time to time there were mothers' soft comforts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't panic, what's going on?"

As this calm voice came, everyone fell silent, and it seemed that the panicked emotions were suppressed, because everyone knew that it was the patriarch who had come. The patriarch was called Singler Payne, about 50 years old, not tall but burly, with a lean appearance. It was followed by the tribe's priests, warriors, and many other clansmen.

Only then did a young warrior lie on the ground, an arrow made of fine hardwood stuck in the warrior's chest, and the blood-stained feathers on the tail were like rouge on a white cloth, trembling with the warrior's hard breathing.

"Clan... Patriarch, there are people ... Sneak attack!"

There was a chaotic and heavy sound of footsteps, and another warrior rushed over. I saw that there were many wounds on his body, blood was flowing outward, and the big knife in his hand was nowhere to be found, and he shouted with rapid breathing:

"Patriarch, someone sneaked up, it seems to be a soldier of the army. ”

"What did you say? Say it again!!"

With the news reconfirmed, the patriarch and everyone seemed to be a little confused. Where's the army? What soldiers? But it seems that now is not the time to think about the cause of the problem, Singler waved his hand,

"Tribesmen, now that people have invaded our tribes, killed our warriors, and they will also take away our food, women and children, are the weapons in our hands for sleep!! take up your weapons and follow me to hell with those invaders!!"

Roar! Roar!

Everyone's passion to see the blood of their relatives is already full of anger, hearing this exciting words how can you still sit still, all screaming, pick up the weapon in your hand and follow the patriarch Singler out, I have lived in this Payne tribe for more than two years, have established a relationship, seeing this kind of bloody situation, I was young at the time of the hot blood, with the hard bow I was used to and followed out.

Walking into the edge of the tribe, I really felt that this invasion was different. Although there were fights between tribes before, they were limited to dealing with the lone tribesmen who went out, and it was the first time that a tough battle like this was encountered in which the tribe was directly attacked.

The warrior in front of me was shot by a dark arrow, and the blood spurted out of my face. This is still hot blood, I was completely enraged, and I didn't care what was going on in front of me, I shot a few arrows into the darkness ahead, and then pulled past the warrior who had just been hit by the arrow, and the familiar warrior even opened his eyes angrily, seeing that he was no longer alive, and he still retained his momentum until he died.

Damn it!!!

At this moment, the rain of arrows on the opposite side stopped, and soldiers on horses, neatly dressed in armor, and holding swords or spears slowly approached.

When I got closer, I found that this group of people was definitely soldiers, the armor on their bodies was carefully crafted, the big sword in their hands was even more flashing in the firelight, and even some of the war horses were wearing chain mail and horseshoes, this was simply an elite army.

"Hahaha!!" Patriarch Singler walked straight over and asked loudly:

"This is the Collins region, the Payne tribe does not participate in the war between your two empires, they just want to have a place to live, which empire do you belong to?

A man in a red robe, covered in armor, swung his horse's head, and the horse moved a few steps forward. He was wearing armor and couldn't see his exact face, but his eyes were shining.

I saw him pull out the big sword on his back and swing it forward!

The rest of the soldiers were silent, as if they had been ordered, but they flapped their horses and rushed towards the tribe with all their might.

"Fight the tribe to the death, protect the clansmen!!"

"Kill!!"

Our roar shook the sky, but the gap in equipment instantly made us red-eyed and tearful, and one by one the warriors fought hard, while the soldiers on the opposite side were basically not seriously injured by their well-armored armor, but ruthlessly took the lives of the warriors with a knife.

Kill!! two warriors and I finally joined forces to cut down a soldier on the opposite side, and a red brown horse jumped over, click, click, He turned his horse's head and struck me with his sword.

This blow was blocked by three swords, and it turned out to be the big tree and the little potato who came to help me block it at this critical moment. My arm was numb, and I thought to myself that this soldier was so strong, that the tree was burly enough, and that the two of them were only tied in strength.

"Evacuate, everyone get out of the !!"

"Run, you can't fight hard!"

At this time, the clansmen have been clearly aware of the disparity in combat power, and everyone who can still stand up is more or less hung up, this battle is going to be lost, and the tribe is in danger.

Boom!!!

A fireball the size of a baby's head flew straight at one of the knights on the opposite side, and the knight couldn't dodge, so he raised his shield and prepared to block it.

The !! knight let out a scream, only to see him fall into the sea of fire around him, tumbling off his horse and swooping back and forth, but his life was basically hopeless.

Knock! Knock!

There were three more sounds, and three of the same fireballs flew into the formation of the opposite knights, and suddenly several of the knights who were showing off their might just now on the opposite side had already fallen off their horses and were burned beyond recognition, and some of the others who were affected were also terrified, and the momentum of the attack was suppressed suddenly.

At this time, I turned around and realized that the mysterious priest in the tribe was holding a blue staff in his left hand and standing there chanting words. As he spoke, he flipped his right hand, pointed to the staff in his left hand, and then drew a semicircle forward, and a magical flame appeared out of thin air on the top of his palm. The flame was imprisoned by a force, and from the outside it looked like a ball of fire, and its light reflected the panic and uneasiness of the soldiers on the other side.

Rub, amazing, this sacrifice turned out to be the same as my master, and he will exert this kind of power, so I will learn more from the sacrifice in the future.

"Okay! Although you can control this fireball technique with the help of the gem on the staff, judging from the power, you must have cultivated to the late stage of the dust realm of gathering micro and turning dust. It's a pity that this is not an exclusive gem for the fire element, otherwise it would be even more powerful. ”

The red-robed man spoke for the first time, his tone as cold as his unseen face, as if nothing could surprise him.

"But that's the end of it, let's die. ”

The red-robed man turned over and dismounted, and recited an unknown mantra in his mouth, and suddenly a tall phantom appeared behind him, this phantom was still relatively vague and dark, but the phantom's surroundings faintly emitted golden light, which looked extraordinary. He seemed to be full of strength, and with a great sword in his hand, he strode towards us.

The priest frowned, but did not answer, but threw his right hand forward, and the fireball in his hand ran straight towards the man.

Rumble!!!

There was a loud bang, smoke and dust dispersed, and the scene fell into chaos. When we opened our eyes, we saw that the shadow of the man in the firelight was still there, and after a while, the red-robed man walked out of the firelight. His red robe was already on fire, some of his hair was charred, and his great sword was scattered to the ground. But he didn't care at all, and rushed directly at him with a sudden acceleration, punching the priest in the chest.

He was so fast that he didn't have time to react when we hesitated. As soon as the sacrificial body was shocked, he forcibly hugged the man with both hands and shouted:

"Clansmen, go, don't stop here!"

"Sacrifice to the Lord!!"

I saw the priest and the man scuffling together, unable to tell who was who, and the phantom seemed to be struggling, but it was more like smelling blood and trembling with excitement.

Walk!!

The patriarch gave the order, and the little potato Dodger, the big tree, me, and the people who had not yet died in the battle retreated, and after a little suppression after a rain of arrows, they quickly fled to the side of the mountain.