Mu Sen feels that he is a pacifist at heart, but the reality has forced him to be a tyrant alive. This made him very sad, he felt that life was difficult, life was difficult, life was difficult.

But there is no way, since you are born, you have to live.

Since the supply of the beggar army was very problematic, he decided to fight a few more Wing tribes. Although such a serial crime is likely to expose them, I can't care about it so much now.

Speaking of this, he felt that there was a handful of bitter tears to be shed. It is said that he robbed two high tribes, and those captures were enough to sustain the begging army for a long time.

But the reality is that many things of the Wing Clan cannot be used directly by the Terrans. After Huai Xia's purification, five and one are thankful. What's more, this group of guys with special physique is really a bit perverted in their energy requirements! Just like ordinary soldiers have to eat one bowl of rice for every meal, they have at least ten bowls!

Maji, this kind of food is enough to eat the army and bankrupt! No wonder I haven't heard of any warbands that are all formed with a special constitution. I can't afford it......

"To the southeast of us, there is a tribe of the Wing Clan, which should be a fat sheep. Huai Xia said.

"The little girl's family, don't open your mouth to be a fat sheep, we are not bandits, this style must not be. We are messengers of liberation and the embodiment of justice. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

"It's good to know, now let's talk about this Wing Clan, how to beat them to their knees and call Daddy. ”

......

If I run fast enough, loneliness can't catch up with me, but the very thing about running against loneliness is lonely. Watching Qizhai and them chop melons and vegetables to kill this Wing tribe with only one Yuan Ying in charge, Mu Sen felt a little lonely. Heroes are useless!

This time, Mu Sen didn't interfere at all, and he didn't even tell Qizhai about the defensive layout of the Wing Tribe, etc., he just wanted to test Qizhai, and then he still held the idea that Qizhai would step on the colorful auspicious clouds when they encountered problems, and pull the Quartet.

But the reality told him to stay wherever it was cool.

Mu Sen sat on a high ground sadly, wondering if he was teaching things too quickly, and the apprentice was about to leave the school so soon, so he didn't even have the opportunity to pretend to be AC.

"This attack on the Maoning tribe, killing 8,961 enemies, seizing 215 exercises at all levels, 35,000 blades of various types, and 68,000 pills of various types......" Qizhai meticulously reported the battle situation to Mu Sen.

If it was in the past, hearing about the seizure, Mu Sen would definitely have his eyes lit up, but this time he didn't. He looked at the seventy or eighty Terran captives who had been rescued with a melancholy face, and another group of debtors had come, and he sighed in his heart.

Mu Sen's melancholy expression made these seventy or eighty Terran captives very uneasy, before they were brought by Qizhai, they had already known the beginning and end of the beggar army from Qizhai's mouth, and knew about the Shenjing Ice God Clan.

Qizhai's explanation made them listen to the book of heaven, if it weren't for the fact that Qizhai was a real human bloodline and rescued them, they would never believe such a ridiculous thing.

But after believing it, they became very curious about the magic stick played by Mu Sen. What kind of protoss is this?!

This curiosity was maintained until they met Mu Sen, and Mu Sen's melancholy made them understand that they were disliked, although they didn't particularly want to beg under a Protoss, but the general environment they were in made them have to do so, after all, they couldn't return to the Terran territory with their strength alone.

But now it seems that it is not whether they like to beg under the hands of the Protoss, but whether the Protoss accepts their begging.

He should accept us, right? After all, he even accepted Wang Lin and his party. Everyone thought about it, but they couldn't confirm that everything could change before this Deep Well Ice God Clan gave a letter.

......Seeing Mu Sen's expression, Qizhai first gave everyone a reassuring look, and then shouted at Mu Sen.

Startled by Qizhai's shout, Mu Sen came back to his senses, "Ah, what's the matter?"

Qizhai didn't speak, but Mu Sen glanced around, and soon found the crux of the problem, so he suddenly showed a happy expression on his face, as if he had won five million, "Our team to resist the tyranny of the hundred tribes welcomes all people with lofty ideals to join, join our beggar army, then we are a family." Let's live together in this doggy world!"

"Follow the governor to have meat to eat!"

"The Governor is wise and powerful!"

......

These seventy or eighty captives remembered the instructions of Qizhai before, and the governor loved sycophants the most, and suddenly good words were like a tide, like a river. Mu Sen really smiled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't close.

After blowing with these seventy or eighty captives for a while, the beggar army also cleaned up the battlefield, and it was another mechanism of destruction, and the Maoning tribe of the Wing Clan became history.

For the next six days, Mu Sen did not let the beggar army attack the city again, because his seventh sense was jumping wildly, and a great wave of trouble was surging towards him.

Not to mention that Mu Sen's trouble is not troublesome, the mediation team of the Hundred Clans Alliance is really in trouble, and Shenli and Shenqiang are also in trouble, because the Wing Clan is in a frenzy.

Following the Great Blue Tribe, the destruction of the Sanluo tribe and the Mao Ning tribe made the high-level of the Wing Clan angry, and the high-level of the Wing Clan had roughly determined that these three extinctions were done by the masters of other races, because after the Big Blue Tribe was silently destroyed, the high-level of the Wing Clan sorted out the interior of the Wing Clan, and all the masters with motivation and ability were all focused on, but Mao did not find out.

Since it wasn't ours, it must have been the work of those bastards of other races, and it was most likely the happiest ones in this fuss. The idea of the upper echelons of the Wing Clan was straightforward.

So the Wing Clan showed their muscles, and even the mediation team of the Hundred Clans War Alliance was not birdish, and they had to let these several races that were still baring their teeth give an explanation, otherwise what would happen.

They feel very aggrieved, fork fork, your Wing tribe is exterminated, what does it matter to us? Why do you catch us and bite us?! Is this to see that we are easy to bully?! These races also tore their sleeves and tore the lump of flesh that revealed one of their arms.

Isn't it just mutual training? Who is afraid of whom? Come on!

The tension between the two sides gave the Hundred Clans War Alliance Mediation Team a headache, and Shenli and Shenqiang also had a headache. Because now, although the Wing Clan and several races still maintain respect for them on the surface, in fact, they are not less active in private.

This made Shenli and Shenqiang very sad, and the upper echelons of the temple had already issued an order to reprimand them, saying that they were not doing things well. They are also very wronged, although they have the name of the temple, but after all, the cultivation is there, and now the wing clan and several race interlocutors are at least combined, and they are really a little inadequate.

But the problem must be solved, and on this day, Shenli and Shenqiang found the interlocutor of the Wing Clan, a combined Wing Clan who looks like a kind uncle on the surface.

"We know who the people who killed the Wing Clan tribe are!"