The warriors of the Crow Tribe, who were chasing and intercepting Fengyun, heard the roar of their target, and realized that the situation was not good, and began to work hard to adjust the formation.

It's a pity that the initiative at this time is no longer with them.

The reason is very simple, no matter how they adjust the formation, there is only one purpose, and that is to surround the wind and clouds.

But Fengyun is not a stone, he will let them surround him, he will also react when the other party makes a move, and even before the other party makes a move, he has a move.

Compared to the target, Fengyun's understanding of the situation on the scene was obviously much higher, after all, the embarrassment of the soldiers of the Black Crow Tribe was caused by him.

"Hmph...... It's only now that I realize that something is wrong? It's dull enough. ”

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he heard his target's roar.

However, he was not idle, and immediately began a new round of change of direction, to continue tearing the enemy's encirclement, so that not only did the Crow Tribe warriors fail to encircle him, but the situation became worse.

If one could stand on a high vantage point and look down, they would find a strange sight.

Fengyun is like a shepherd, leading many sheep with a rope and pulling them to run fast, but the speed of the sheep is not as fast as his, and the more they run, the more sheep fall behind, but they are still chasing in vain.

"Stop, if you have the guts, you will stop for me, I will duel with you. Don't you want revenge? Stop, I'll give you this chance. I assure you, as long as you stand still, no one else will interfere. ”

The target clearly recognizes that the situation has deteriorated to a certain extent. Begin to shout directly to Fengyun. Prepare to trick him into stopping.

As long as the storm stops. His purpose was achieved.

As for the promises he made, he had no intention of keeping them.

There is no need to keep promises to the dead.

He had already made up his mind in his heart that he must kill Fengyun and make him die an extremely painful death.

He wasn't too distressed about the dead men and the burned supplies.

As long as the crow tribe still has the supremacy in Razor, there will naturally be people who will take the initiative to take refuge and make up for the loss of manpower, and it will be easier to replenish those burned materials.

Go out a few times at most, or even send a notice to some tribes. Naturally, they would have compensated him twice as much.

What really made him angry was that Fengyun slapped him in the face.

If his Laozi, the Raven King, and the other brothers knew all this, they would look down on him, and he would be further and further away from the throne.

For him, who has made it his lifelong wish to inherit the throne of the Crow Tribe, this is absolutely unbearable.

"It's good that you're a fool and you know it, don't shout in front of outsiders, that's a shameful thing. ”

Fengyun turned his head and looked at his target, his eyes undisguised with mockery.

"Damn bastard!"

The target felt his face slap hard by Fengyun, and it was hot.

did not deceive the other party, but was ridiculed by the other party. This made him even more resentful of Fengyun.

"Faster, faster. If you can't keep the enemy for me today. I will punish all of you and send you all to feed the crows. ”

The target was angry with Fengyun, but he couldn't chase him and couldn't get angry with him directly, so he began to vent his anger and vent his anger on those hapless Crow Tribe warriors.

The Crow Tribe warriors obviously knew that they had suffered from the Pond Fish disaster, but they dared not speak out, so they could only try their best to squeeze every bit of potential in their bodies to make their speed faster.

With their knowledge of their targets, his threat to them is not just a threat, it is likely to become a reality.

They had seen with their own eyes the tragic situation of people being pecked by crows, it was terrible, they could not let themselves suffer the same misfortune no matter what, and they must stop the wind and clouds.

Unfortunately, there is always a distance between hope and reality, and in many cases, it is still far away.

They want to stop Fengyun, but the distance between them and Fengyun is widening, and even if they have used their strength to feed, this bad trend still does not show any improvement.

As time passed, a strong sense of powerlessness began to creep through among the Crow Tribe warriors.

I have worked very hard, but not only can I not see hope, but the situation is still deteriorating step by step, and it is indeed a very test of willpower to continue to persevere.

At this time, they no longer had any hope of catching the storm, and the only result they could think of was that the goal could be seen on the fact that they had indeed done their best, and that the punishment for them could be waived or reduced.

Many times, just when people are already losing hope, hope suddenly appears.

The warriors of the Crow Tribe encountered this kind of unattainable good thing.

Just as they were in what seemed destined to be a futile pursuit, a group of people suddenly turned around next to a hill in front of them, not too far in front of Fengyun.

There were quite a few of them, close to thirty men, who carried bows and spears and carried all sorts of prey on their backs, apparently a group of hunters returning from a hunt.

"Stop him, stop him. If you stop him, I will reward you heavily, and I will give you land as a land. ”

The target, who was struggling to chase after Fengyun, saw the group of hunters who suddenly appeared, and immediately showed a look of ecstasy, and immediately yelled at them.

The group of hunters was stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted, directly threw away the prey on their shoulders, and rushed towards Fengyun, looking extremely excited.

When the Crow Tribe warriors heard the promise given by their target, they couldn't help but show envy and jealousy.

Cutting off land for subordinates can be a very generous reward.

Under normal circumstances, only those who have made a significant contribution to the tribe, or even those who have saved the tribe from danger, can receive such a reward.

Having a territory is equivalent to having a place to settle down.

According to Razor's unspoken rules, owning land also has a qualification that almost everyone would envy, and that is recruiting subordinates.

If done well enough. Enough of his men have been recruited. Once the time comes. You can form a new tribe.

Although this kind of tribe is less independent, and in most cases, it is necessary to obey the dispatch of the person who gave the land, but compared to the average person, neither the treatment nor the status is much higher.

Besides, this kind of subordination is not impossible to lift, as long as the strength is strong enough, you can win more freedom for yourself. Even complete independence is not impossible.

The fact that you can own a tribe and become the ancestor of that tribe makes you tremble with excitement just thinking about it.

Of course, this doesn't mean you can't have a tribe without being rewarded with land, but it's too hard to succeed.

I don't know if it's in the instinct of survival, no tribe wants a new tribe to pop up, so they will crowd it out and oppress it.

Some of the more extreme tribes will even launch attacks on the new tribes, nipping them in the bud.

The new tribes with the bounty land are different. The person who gave it land and the tribe to which it belonged would protect it from the bullying of other tribes. It can grow and grow relatively smoothly.

So, they have a much better chance of eventually becoming an independent tribe.

What's more, it was the son of the Raven King who rewarded them with their land, who would dare to exclude them, as long as those people had a little ability, it would be a sure thing to have a tribal machine.

This is also the main reason why the warriors of the Crow tribe are so envious, even jealous.

"It's really a bit of **** luck!"

Fengyun saw the pattern of a black crow on the chest of the group of hunters who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

The target's luck is really good, and in this case, he can actually get unexpected help.

Fengyun didn't stop just because a new enemy appeared in front of him, or chose to change course and bypass them.

On the contrary, his speed became even faster, and he crashed into the new group of enemies.

The new Crow Tribe warrior looked very excited after receiving the promise of his target, his eyes staring at the wind and clouds, shining, as if he was no longer a person in their eyes, but an extremely rare treasure.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than fifty zhang.

Fengyun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and at the same time, he reached out and took off his bow.

"Master, stop him, hurry, hurry......"

Seeing Fengyun take off his bow, the part of the Black Crow Tribe warriors who were responsible for guarding the stronghold suddenly panicked and couldn't help but shout loudly.

Their minds couldn't help but think of the terrifying archery of Fengyun.

If he was not stopped, the number of the newly emerged group of Crow Tribe warriors was not small, but they could not stop the terrifying rain of arrows that were spilled out.

"Huh?"

The target was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Fengyun stretching his hand towards the quiver, he immediately realized something, his face changed suddenly, and the speed of his progress increased significantly.

In fact, he was not worried that the new group of Crow Tribe warriors would be shot by Fengyun, but he saw an opportunity.

If Fengyun wants to shoot an arrow, he will inevitably stop, and even if he shoots in motion, his speed will definitely decrease, so that he may catch up with him, kill him, and vent the anger and hatred in his heart.

The speed of Fengyun did not slow down, but his hands were not idle, and the bow opened and closed and opened at great speed under his pull, and each time it opened and closed, another sharp arrow shot out.

Wherever the arrows went, the enemies fell.

The enemy fell so fast that it looked like he was cutting wheat.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the enemies in the way had fallen, and a large gap appeared in the middle of the ranks, and the wind and clouds accelerated and flew by.

With his feet on the ground, he rose into the air and shot diagonally in the direction of the hill.

After a few breaths, he was already standing on the top of the hill, but he did not leave immediately, but stood on the top of the mountain, turned to the target, and looked at the target, his eyes were full of banter. (To be continued.) )