"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The big tree smashed wildly on the city wall with a thousand powers.

However, on the city wall, a large number of mysterious lines rose in an instant, and the flames exploded with a bang, burning all these stout trees to ashes.

At the same time, a low, long trumpet sounded above the city walls.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

……

There are witches shouting loudly, and the mysterious lines on the city wall begin to fluctuate regularly like streamers, dealing with the enemies that may appear at any time.

Li Changan changed his direction and lifted a thick giant tree thirty or forty zhang long, under which his body was now like an inconspicuous ant.

The wind swept away, and the straight trunks of the trees galloped towards the city walls again.

"Woo......"

The wind whimpered, and the momentum sank.

After throwing the prepared dozen or so giant trees, Li Changan clapped his hands, hid in the mountains and forests, and waited quietly.

……

Jumang tribe.

A large tribe known far and wide.

Strong.

The conditions for becoming a large tribe are extremely harsh.

The adult witch clan within the tribe must reach 100,000 people to be worthy of the name of a big tribe.

And the leader of the big tribe is also called the Great Witch.

Four Tastes of Great Witches.

The tribe is named after the Great Witch.

The sudden alarm horn woke the torch from its sleep.

He got up from the huge stone bed, and the three witch beauties next to him also propped up their upper bodies, revealing a large area of spring light.

Ju Mang frowned, put on his short robe and walked out.

"What happened?"

He walked out of the huge stone house and asked at the Witch who had hurried over.

"Chief, someone just used a big tree to bombard the two city walls in the southeast."

Liwu said hurriedly.

"Has the wall been breached?" Ju Mang strode in the direction of the city wall.

"No, the secret pattern on the city wall burned the tree to ashes, and then the other party didn't move." Liwu followed closely behind Jumang.

"It's supposed to be just a small group of enemies tempting." Wherever the torch passed, all the alarmed witches quickly lowered their heads in respect when they saw him.

Ju Mang said again, "There should be no tribe in the vicinity who dares to be so blind, my Ju Mang tribe, but the big tribe, who dares to provoke?" ”

"After dawn, send another team of whistles, no, send four teams, each team is responsible for a position, and I must find the enemy."

Liwu, who followed behind, hurriedly nodded yes.

Ju Mang walked up to the towering city wall and looked at the dark mountains and forests outside, "Grandma's, maybe it's a great witch who has been exiled here." ”

"Dare to shoot at me, Lao Tzu will definitely kill you!"

He yelled outside.

The other witches standing on the city wall also let out a roar.

It's their self-confidence.

It is possible to establish a large tribe in the mountains and forests full of fierce beasts, which not everyone can do.

Gather 100,000 seven-rank witch soldiers and rush out together, the momentum is like a mountain torrent, unstoppable.

Unless a witch king appears, who will dare to make a move against the big tribe?

But the Witch King is all in charge of the clan, how can he launch such an unbearable temptation against a large tribe alone?

Above the great tribe, there is the ethnic group.

There are also large, medium and small, but the ethnic groups are much larger than the tribes.

There is a deep moat between the two, as if it were four to three grades.

Without the Witch King in charge, we will never be able to become a race.

No matter how big the tribe is, it's useless.

This represents a heritage.

Ju Mang did not believe that a witch king would sneak up on his tribe in the dark.

If you want to fight, you can come up directly, who can stop the witch king?

Besides, he is not without the protection of the Witch King, and the Jumang tribe belongs to the Mangshan tribe.

So he was not afraid.

At most, it's a big witch.

In the dark,

Li Changan looked at the martial arts on the city wall through the dense branches and leaves, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Very well, I hope you can be so energetic every day."

He has just come to the Wu Clan, and he still needs to understand the situation of the Wu Clan.

Besides, there are obviously more prey in this huge tribe, and he has the patience to wait.

The next day,

The Jumang tribe sent a whistle to search in the mountains and forests.

However, when night fell, not a single witch returned, not even a five-rank witch who commanded the whistle, and there was no news.

It's as if it has been swallowed alive by the mountains and forests.

Ju Mang's whole body was trembling, "Damn the miscellaneous of different tribes, Lao Tzu must eat you alive!" ”

He is a power witch, so he attaches great importance to the witches under his command.

The number of witches directly represents the heritage of the tribe.

He never expected that just the simplest search of the mountains and forests would make him lose a witch.

It's really painful to the skin.

The flame lines on Jumang's body continued to flow, and pieces of scale armor drilled out of the flesh and blood, densely covering his body, making a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding.

This is a five-rank witch general, and only then can he inspire the supernatural armor.

The next moment, with a "bang", the hideous face armor that only belonged to the four great witches covered his face.

"Hold the walls while I'm out and take down that damn bastard!"

With that, he strode out of the house, preparing to go alone to the dark mountain forest, to find his missing subordinates, and tear the mongrel who could only sneak attack to pieces.

At this moment, a figure stopped him.

"Chief, you can't leave the tribe at this time." It was a witch with sharp horns on his head who spoke.

This witch is the strongest witch of the Jumang tribe, and it has just become a great witch not long ago, and it is also the hole card that Jumang has always retained.

In the future, waging a war against other big tribes will be a weapon to win all battles.

In the tribe, Ju Mang could only listen to him.

"That rat that can only sneak attack is now waiting for the leader to go out, and we can't mess with ourselves at this time."

"He didn't dare to attack our tribe, so he could only sneak attack, which just exposed his weakness." ”

"He is a witch who has lost his great faith, and he is not destined to be our opponent!"

Ju Mang was silent for a moment, "Qi Mang, you're right, I can't be affected by that bastard right now. ”

He returned to his seat, and the avatar and armor were withdrawn from his body.

"Early tomorrow morning, I will lead a team of Liwu to go out to collect, and you guard the tribe, Qimang."

"It's true that the night is not suitable for fighting."

……

Next

Li Changan watched as a team of powerful witches left the tribe and disappeared into the mountains and forests again.

If Wu doesn't fight, his cultivation won't be exposed.

The regular silk threads on their bodies hide the aura well.

So judging from the appearance alone, Li Changan can't see the strength of this team.

However, it did not prevent him from making a temptation.

He quietly followed this team until he left the tribe for almost twenty or thirty miles, and then he couldn't hold it anymore, smashed the big tree with one punch, and copied it and smashed it directly.

Ju Mang turned his head suddenly, rushed forward in an instant, and smashed the tree to pieces with a single punch.

He stared at Li Changan viciously, as if a black bear had discovered its prey, "Dog mongrel, Lao Tzu has finally found you." ”