Something weird happened.

When Rollin's words were spoken, the dead Caritelo, as if he had heard Rollin's words, seemed to respect Rollin's strength, and seemed to recognize these words, and he slowly gave up his obsession.

So, sitting on the throne, the head held by both hands, slowly closed his eyes with anger.

Looking at this strange scene, Luo Lin was not moved in the slightest, he turned his head to the dumb guard next to him, and said casually: "Pass my order, bury this Calitelo, according to the highest specifications in your grassland, this throne, since he likes it so much, then let it be buried with him." ”

"Yes. ”

......

......

Forturu looked at this tribe with some dissatisfaction, although the Flame Tribe is strong enough on the grassland, but, but, still, it is still vulnerable!!

Although he also likes such smooth battles, but this kind of battle that is too smooth and completely crushing, every time, it is very boring.

The point of war is gone, this is simply a one-sided massacre.

However, although he did not like such a war, he still resolutely carried out Rollin's request...... It's just that I'm still a little dissatisfied.

Disappointment with this Flame Tribe as a large tribe.

Nothing to do with will, nothing to do with skill, strength in the true sense of the word, these people ...... It's really too weak.

It's too weak.

Forturu shook his head a little helplessly, he also knew that now they were not a strong army in the previous plane, but here, they could be crushed unilaterally, and it would be better if they continued as always.

But on the other hand, it will make those soldiers numb to think that they are really invincible. You have to keep them motivated.

While thinking about these things, Futuru casually marked off the officers of the Flame Tribe who should be executed this time.

The army of the Flame Tribe, there are still quite a few, even if it is defeated now, the situation is irreparable, and they are not willing to enter the people under Luo Lin's command.

So they only have to die.

Neither Forturu nor Rollin would let these people go alive.

Because they are destined to be enemies for life. Even if the strength is weak, it is still very stupid to let it go.

You know, they are not even afraid of death, they resolutely regard Luo Lin and his party as enemies, and they will not surrender even if they are captured, what does this represent? It represents their will and spirit for the Flame Tribe, almost obsessed to the extreme, and they are the most terrible enemies, even if their strength is weak.

Of course, on the other hand, it was also because Caritelo committed suicide, and if Caritelo had not committed suicide and chose to surrender to Rollin, these people would not have insisted so much.

This made Forturu think of Katugil, if this man chooses to die and not surrender, things will become very troublesome, but fortunately, this person is still smart and knows how to measure.

But how can these people be so stupid? Obviously, they can't be defeated, the disparity in strength is so great, the tribes have fallen into the hands of the enemy, and most of the people have approved of Rollin's invasion - after all, the steppe is respected for its great strength, but they are still stubborn like stones in a dungpit, smelly and hard.

So, they have to die.

Forturu had no mercy in executing these people, including the Supreme Commander of the Flame Tribe.

This person Forturu has some impressions, he is a rare bald head on the grassland, and he has no eyebrows, but his eyes are terrifyingly shining.

His command ability, even Forturu is a little jealous, if it is not for the simple strength of crushing, if you want to defeat him, I am afraid it will take careless thoughts.

Forturu still has some regrets about the execution of such a person.

Forturu exhaled deeply and muttered to himself, "Why can't such an outstanding talent be of my own use?

However, Forturu did not hesitate to put this person directly on the death list.

In the end, before executing these people, Forturu couldn't help but go to see the bald head.

Speaking of which, Forturu doesn't even know his name, but it doesn't matter.

Forturu asked him one last time, "Can you surrender?"

"Of course, no. The bald head looked up and said with a smile.

"Why, do you choose to die?" asked Forturu, still a little puzzled.

"Because my chief, I chose to die. So, of course I'm going to go with him. This is his will, and it is my will. I want to ask you, if one day, your enemy, who has killed your chief, asks you to surrender, will you, will you agree?" the bald head asked, looking up.

Forturu was silent for a moment, sighed and said: "You are right, when the time comes, I am afraid that my choice will be the same as yours, but this is really a pity." ”

"Yes, it's a pity, if I had the same army, I felt that I could defeat you. The bald head affirmed.

"Not necessarily!" said Forturu, frowning, "I am the one who will win in the end!"

"Who knows?" said with a bald smile, "Finally, I have a request. My tribe is not a Flame Tribe, but a small tribe affiliated with the Flame Tribe. The same is true of all my brothers behind me, and I would like to ask them to be brought back to be buried when I die. ”

"No, I can't. Forturu shook his head and said.

"Why?"

"Because it's too much trouble. ”

"Okay. That's really a good reason. The bald head said a little speechlessly: "Forget it...... If it doesn't work, forget it, but in the end, please untie me and execute me, so that I can take as many steps as I can in the direction of my hometown, so that my soul can go back. ”

"Kill you, how many more steps will you take?" Forturu frowned in some confusion.

"Yes. The bald head nodded.

Forturu smiled, "I want to see how you can walk when you're dead." ”

Subsequently, the executioner executed the bald head.

The bald head rolled to the ground.

At this moment, the bald head suddenly stood up, picked up his head from the ground, held his head, and ran wildly to the north with all his strength!!

Forturu's eyes widened in shock at this scene.

The executioners were stunned.

Dead, still holding his head, running all the way, this scene, Forturu is really the first time to see it. Could it be that he is an undead creature?!! this thought couldn't help but flash through his mind!

However, as the blood in his neck continued to spray, the bald head finally failed to run far, and fell straight down, his head rolling on the ground, rolling a few times, and slowly stopped.

As if relieved, the bald head slowly closed his eyes.

Futuru, whose eyes widened, looked at the dead bald head, and suddenly couldn't help but whisper: "This-"