On the grassy slopes of the plains, campfires are blazing in tents.

Hundreds of barbarians were in makeshift camps, celebrating their newfound victory.

All the fires were skewered with iron forks skewered with jerky, and the bare-chested barbarian warriors flipped the handles of the forks and smeared spices on the dried meat, and the air was filled with the peculiar smell of barbecue.

The other barbarians sat around the campfire, holding clay bowls in their hands, drinking bad wine made from grass and fruits, or talking and laughing loudly, or salivating over barbecued meat, and their ugliness was revealed!

Most of these barbarians were burly and strong, even the women in leather skirts were taller than ordinary Yan Min, with a dense body and an ugly face, and their faces were tattooed with dark blue totemic ornaments.

According to the custom of the barbarian tribes, the more tattoos on the body, the higher the status and strength.

Therefore, the three barbarian warriors sitting in the center of the camp were not only covered in their bodies and limbs, but also their faces, noses and ears were covered with strange-shaped tattoos, and one of them also wore a golden nose ring, which looked extremely hideous.

The wine they drank, the meat they ate, and the utensils they used were much more elaborate than those of ordinary barbarian warriors, and the meat that was first roasted was brought to the three of them for them to enjoy.

Among the barbarian tribes, the highest status was the sorcerer, followed by the powerful samurai.

As a symbol of the samurai, all three of them wore iron armor, and although they were only half-bodyed, they also looked imposing, in stark contrast to the savage-like barbarians around them.

Three huge green wolves crouched aside, gobbling up delicious jerky, their sharp fangs rattling their bone chops.

These green wolves are the famous seat wolves. A mount unique to barbarian warriors.

Inside the Zuwu River Valley. Wars often break out between the castles. The barbarian warriors riding the wolves are the main force in battle, and they are also the core figures of a clan, and their status is very important.

Yan Qizhan trembled and glanced at the wolf who was close at hand, and offered the wine jar with trembling hands.

These wines were originally brewed and stored in the cellars of Heqian Village, and the few jars of good wine were used to entertain distinguished guests or exchange food as a last resort, but now they have all been robbed by the mountain barbarian tribes.

As a member of Heqian Village, Yan Qi's mood is very complicated.

He escaped from the village and ran into the people of the mountain barbarian tribe, and ruthlessly led the other party to rob his own village. It's a pleasure, but it's not much different from an ordinary slave in the mountain tribe.

Even if he exerts his strength, ordinary barbarians can beat and scold him whenever they want, even children can spit on him, and he has to smile for fear of angering the other party.

Such a bad treatment made him wonder if his decision was the right one.

But it's already here, and it's too late to regret it.

Yan Qi tried his best to squeeze out a flattering smile and sent the wine jar to the side of a barbarian warrior.

The barbarian warrior snatched the wine jar with his hand, and suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked heavily on Yan Qi's left leg, instantly kicking him into a rolling gourd. Screaming and rolling five or six paces away.

The barbarian warrior and his companion sitting next to him burst into laughter.

And the samurai with the golden ring on his nose shook his head and said, "Don't kill you." Also useful. ”

The warrior who kicked Yan Qi down said disdainfully: "Big brother, don't worry, this kind of dog-like thing can't be killed!"

He yelled at Yan Qi: "Hurry up and pour wine for the eldest brother!"

Yan Qi's leg bones were about to be kicked and broken by him, and his face turned blue with pain, but he didn't dare to slack off when he heard the other party's reprimand, and he crawled back to the same place.

Seeing this, the three barbarian warriors burst into arrogant and smug laughter.

In their eyes, Yanmin is a pig-like thing, an object they take and take.

"Ahh

At this time, a heart-rending scream suddenly came from not far away.

The three wolves, who were gnawing on jerky, raised their heads sharply, and there was a look of wariness in their eyes.

The barbarian warriors also instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and the warrior with a golden ring on his nose stood up and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Stepping on the bloody body on the ground, Wei Changfeng appeared in front of the camp of the mountain barbarian tribe.

The barbarian warrior who died at his feet was also unlucky, but it was convenient to come out, but he just collided with Wei Changfeng, and before he could react, he was cut in two by Wei Changfeng with a sword.

The barbarian warriors were sturdy, did not die immediately after being cut in half, and constantly let out a terrible howl.

Suddenly, the entire camp was alarmed, and many barbarians were working in their hands, getting up and looking around blankly, not knowing what was happening, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn.

A dozen barbarian warriors rushed out of the camp and were stunned by the sight before their eyes, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Not because of fear and fear, but because of the inability to believe the fact that it has just happened.

For a long time, only their mountain barbarian tribe slaughtered the Yan people, when did a Yan people dare to kill the door and torture their people so cruelly?

The shock was followed by incomparable anger!

Five or six barbarian warriors reacted the fastest, they didn't say any nonsense, their eyes were red, they waved the weapons in their hands, and swooped towards Wei Changfeng.

Only with blood and death can this shame be washed away!

The weapons used by these barbarian warriors are maces, crude but heavy, and with their strength, if they hit a person, they can smash a strong man to pieces!

The six maces swung in unison, and the sound of breaking through the air and whistling was very terrifying, and they were killed in front of Wei Changfeng in an instant, and they were about to smash down on him fiercely.

However, in the next moment, Wei Changfeng's figure disappeared without a trace in place, and all the heavy sticks were smashed into the air, making the barbarian warriors who had nowhere to focus stumble and almost fall to the ground.

Before they could react and stabilize their bodies again, a sword light swept in.

The six barbarian warriors froze, and their eyes showed disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

The sword light was disillusioned, and the waist and abdomen of these barbarian warriors spewed blood mist in unison, and then the upper and lower bodies separated and fell heavily to the ground.

Desperate wails and screams of pain rang out again, only in greater numbers.

The guard commander Feng Xin, who had killed six barbarian warriors with a single sword, stepped forward, he didn't even look back to check his results, the sword was facing a new enemy.

To deal with these beastly barbarians, there is no reason to talk about it at all, there is only one word "kill"!

Kill!――

(To be continued......)