As soon as I walked in front of the tribe's door, I smelled the bloody smell in the air, which was extremely rich.

Yebei didn't continue to walk, and led the hill to a corner.

"Xiaoshan, wait for me here."

The words fell, and a true qi barrier was set up outside Xiaoshan's body, turning into an afterimage and rushing over.

After all, there are stumps everywhere, and this bloody scene can't be seen by Xiaoshan.

There were corpses everywhere along the way, and Yebei looked through a few at random, and from the appearance, he could recognize at a glance that these were the people of Dora who bordered the western border, and they were all warriors.

There are also some people who can be identified from the clothes as members of the Taal tribe, without exception, all of them have no breath, and they can't find anyone to ask about the situation.

didn't have time to look for them one by one, Yebei's consciousness suddenly dispersed, and after a few seconds, it disappeared directly in place.

In the next second, he appeared in front of the door of a house a hundred meters away, and a young man was lying on the steps outside the door, covered in blood and motionless, seemingly dead but still breathing.

A wisp of true qi pushed into his body, and the young man's breathing gradually became clearer, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and slowly opening his eyes.

Seeing an unfamiliar face in front of him, he struggled to pick up a broken knife next to him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just like you, I'm from Huaxia." Yebei opened his mouth and said, it was difficult to hide the killing intent in his tone, foreign warriors attacked, no matter what the reason, this alone was enough to kill.

The young man stared at Yebei, his lips closed tightly and he didn't say a word, his eyes were full of suspicion in addition to fear.

At this moment, a loud shout was heard not far away.

"Look, there's still a living one!"

Immediately afterwards, he heard two winds howling, and the young man's eyes were terrified, and he stared at his legs and kept retreating.

The whistling sound was close at hand, Yebei's arm was raised, and he suddenly pointed behind him, and a wisp of true qi burst out, directly penetrating the bodies of the two people who rushed over, nailing them to the wall in the distance.

There is no need to look back from beginning to end, just because the other party speaks Dora Chinese.

"Tell me what happened, and why did the people of Dora attack you." Yebei shouted loudly, delaying for one more second, I don't know how many clansmen will be killed.

When the young man saw that the other party actually shot and killed the people of Dora, he had no scruples, and hurriedly cried out: "My lord, please help us......

At the same time, the easternmost part of the Taal tribe, where is the ancestral hall of the Taal clan.

In the past, it was only here on the day of ancestor worship and when major events needed to be decided, but today, it is crowded and overcrowded.

The large courtyard is large enough to accommodate more than 3,000 people, and it can be seen from the costumes that the two sides are in a confrontation.

In the council chamber, on the high post, a young woman sat on top of it, her face full of anger, but more of fear.

"It's come to this point, I think you should obediently hand over the ancestral Danfang and scepter of your Taer clan, so that you Taer tribesmen can live longer."

Outside the courtyard, the leader drank coldly, and on his already slightly dark skin, there was a black birthmark on half of his face, which looked more and more terrifying.

He is the leader of a mercenary group in the country of Dora, Sarut, who led his troops today for only one thing, and the Danfang of the Taal clan still has a scepter.

"Patriarch, don't hand it over!" A young clan member clutched a large knife and glared angrily at Sarut.

"That's right! Can't hand it over! ”

"Today is death! Defend the clan to the death! ”

……

The young clansman's words fell, and immediately aroused everyone's indignation, even if they died here today, they must not hand over these two things, this is the symbol of their Taal clan, as long as they hand it over, then their thousand-year-old clan will fall.

As long as they don't pay it, even if they all die today, there are still their tribesmen in the mansion, the Taal clan, and they will not disappear.

Sarut sneered and stepped forward, the sword in his hand exuding a penetrating chill.

"Since you took the initiative to seek death, then I had to wash this place in blood today and kill me!"

With a loud shout, Sarut rushed forward first, and the war knife in his hand slashed down, directly taking the head of the young clan member just now.

"The Tars! Defend your homeland to the death! ”

The young clan member roared, and his feet suddenly exerted force, and he rushed up.

In the courtyard of the ancestral hall, thousands of people fought together, crowded and chaotic, every second, dozens of people fell down one after another, and were trampled under the feet of the crowd that surged up in an instant, the flesh and blood were blurred, that scene, how can the word tragic be described.

On the high position in the ancestral hall, the young girl looked out of the door, although there was a white veil covering her face, it was difficult to hide the pain, and it was their Taer people who fell.

"Patriarch, let's surrender quickly, or our people will be killed."

At the top of the throne, a young Tahr looked at the girl and pleaded bitterly.

"Nigati!!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came, and the anger in his tone was undisguised.

The crutches in his hand slammed to the ground with a dull sound.

A silver-haired old man hunched over, took a few steps forward, and slapped the other man in the face.

Nigati was stunned for a moment, five blood marks slowly floated on his face, he covered his face and took two steps back, and said:

"Elder Wollman, I'm thinking about the tribe!"

"You!"

Wollman raised his hand again, and before it could fall, Nigati instantly dodged to the side, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Nigati, do you know the meaning of your name?" On the high position, the young girl slowly got up and walked down the steps with lotus steps.

When Nigati heard this, he bowed his head and said nothing.

He knew that his name meant 'salvation.'

The girl stepped forward and walked straight past Nigati, her clear eyes looking out the door, and her eyes were full of determination.

Today, it can be said that it is the life and death catastrophe of their Tar tribe, but even if it is death, it is impossible to hand over the Danfang and the scepter handed down by the ancestors of the Taar people for thousands of years.

"Patriarch, the matter has come to this, otherwise, notify the Zhu God Temple." Beside the girl, a middle-aged member of the clan stepped forward and said the advice in his heart.

Before the girl could speak, Elder Wollman suddenly said, "No! We Tahrs never ask for help from outsiders! ”

After the words fell, he looked at the girl and said, "Aguli, this is a clan rule, you should know it." ”

Due to some special reasons, the Taar tribe has never been in contact with the outside world since ancient times, and the tribal people have lived here for generations, and those who go out can never come back, let alone seek help from outsiders.

As the patriarch of the Tar clan, Agul knows this family rule and cannot be broken.

Inside the ancestral hall, there was a sudden silence, and outside the door, the sound of fighting was endless, and it didn't take long for the other party to rush into the ancestral hall.

At this time, although there are only more than ten people in the ancestral hall, there are only more than ten people in the tribe who are highly respected, but behind the ancestral hall, there is the backyard of the Taer tribe, in addition to the ancestral spiritual seat, there are hundreds of old and weak women and children in the clan.

"Elder Wollman, you go to the backyard, if the ancestral hall is breached, you know what to do."