After the team rested, Mu Sen led the beggar army to the south in a stealthy march. After crossing three mountains, four rivers, and avoiding three large tribes of the Wing Clan, a Wing tribe that was much smaller than the Great Blue Tribe appeared in front of everyone.

The beggar army jumped up and down, and there was a wolf-like gaze in their eyes, trying to press the Wing tribe to the ground and rub it. In their eyes, this Wing tribe is a shining battle exploit and capture.

After a few days of marching, in the uninterrupted training, with the help of the capture of the Great Blue Tribe, their spirit and spirit have been significantly improved.

They became more and more aware of the art of war lesson given by Mu Sen.

Mu Sen let Huai Xia feel this Wing Tribe, and Huai Xia replied that the highest cultivation of this Wing Tribe's tribe was only a half-step Yuan Infant. Mu Sen put his mind at ease, and then handed over the command to Qizhai, and made it clear to them that he would not make a move this time. Even if they are killed or wounded, they will not take action themselves.

For Mu Sen's decision, Qizhai did not have any objections, but was a little excited.

After saluting Mu Sen, Qizhai began to give orders to everyone. The time of this attack is still set at night, after all, the night is dark and the wind is high. However, the method of breaking the attack has changed, and this time he plans to sneak in from underground, because according to the investigation of a beggar soldier with a thick soil physique, this wing tribe has not built any magic circle underground, and everyone can sneak in from the ground unconsciously.

After determining the time and method of the attack, Qizhai drew a special operations team from the begging team. Mu Sen had already told him that there was a half-step primordial infant in this Wing Clan tribe, so of course he had to be cautious. Although there are begging soldiers who can fight alone for half a step of the infant, but be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Mu Sen often said in class that Zhuge was only cautious in his life. Although Qizhai didn't know who Zhuge was, he felt that it made sense. After all, fighting with soldiers is not a playhouse, and if you are not careful, you will fold your brothers into it. They had survived the hopeless days in the glazed tower, and there was no reason to fall in the darkness of dawn.

Regarding the arrangement of Qizhai, Mu Sen did not say much. Eagles always have to fly, and this tribe of the Wing Clan is the place where the eaglets are trained to fly. Grind over, then fly. I can't grind it, so ......

Just grind a few more times.

Darkness soon fell, and under the leadership of Qizhai, the soldiers of the Beggar Army, with the help of the Thick Earth Body Soldier, infiltrated the interior of the Wing tribe through the underground. A multi-physique and elaborate killing unfolded, and the dark night was particularly poignant.

Looking at the great battle of the beggar army, while admiring it, Mu Sen couldn't help but sigh, it is still a special and special physique, and in the face of opponents of the same level or even one or two small ranks higher than them, most of them maintain absolute suppression.

Alas, why are you so ordinary?

Even if the hero is not a special physique, he is also a waste of firewood.,It's either excellent.,Or very poor.,What's a mix like yourself in the middle?

For a while, Mu Sen's thoughts were complicated.

Mu Sen's complicated thoughts were awakened by a terrible howl, the real battle was about to begin!

But this idea only lasted for a few moments before it was shattered, and a few moments after the terrible howl rang out, a half-step Yuan Infant Wing Clan that exuded a vast coercion appeared.

But before he could show his might, he was sniped by the special operations team arranged in advance by Qizhai with three moves. Poor people, the highest cultivator of this Wing Tribe, didn't even say a word, just said goodbye.

The death of this half-step infant wing tribe has completely sung a eulogy for this wing tribe.

Seeing that there was no suspense in the battle, Mu Sen went under the guidance of Huai Xia to find the treasure house of this Wing tribe. Fighting and killing is just his part-time job, and his real hobby is copying homes.

With the assistance of Huai Xia, who can sense energy in all directions, Mu Sen quickly found the door to the treasure house. But just as Mu Sen was about to enter the treasure house, Huai Xia suddenly spoke, "Xiao Sen, I think you should go to another place first. ”

"What else is more important than money?" Mu Sen wondered.

However, in the end, Mu Sen still listened to Huai Xia's advice, because as a magical locust tree, Huai Xia had not let him down.

Under Huai Xia's guidance, Mu Sen came to the entrance of a cellar, "What's in here?" Mu Sen asked.

Huai Xia did not answer.

Mu Sen smiled, "Play mystery with me." ”

After saying that, when Qiancheng came here, Mu Sen shouted to this Myriad Illusion Body, who had made the first contribution in the attack on the Great Blue Tribe, to push open the door of the cellar. A thousand cities exerted force, and the door creaked open.

As the door opened, a choking smell came to the face. There was blood, a foul smell, and a rancid smell that made people vomit.

Mu Sen waved his hand, and a fresh breeze came slowly, blowing away the smell. Qiancheng took the lead in walking down the tunnel, and Mu Sen followed. After walking more than 100 stairs and turning three times, a human purgatory appeared in front of his eyes.

What is this scenario?

A dozen ragged Terrans were chained, their scrawny bodies covered in blood, the hard-to-dry ground was covered with only a little straw, and a food made of unknown pieces was placed in tattered bowls as if it were feeding dogs.

"Wing Clan, your ancestor!" Qiancheng let out a sharp sound from his throat, containing boundless anger and boundless murderous intent.

Mu Sen also wanted to kill, but he didn't shout, just his hands clenched abruptly and creaked. Hugh said that if he died to see Hades, this was a real hell.

Qiancheng was frantically chopping the chains that were put on the bodies of more than a dozen human races, and Mu Sen looked deeply at ten thousand, then turned to leave.

Qian Cheng was unaware of Mu Sen's departure, and his eyes were now full of these dozen or so human races.

"Has my Terran army leveled the Hundred Clans?" said an older Terran who opened his cloudy eyes.

Qiancheng didn't know how to answer, but his eyes were red and he took the elixir to treat his injuries from the Qiankun Ring. After taking out the pill, his eye circles became even redder.

Although after breaking the big blue tribe, he gained a lot of wealth when he shared the spoils. But this wealth is not only the elixir, but also a lot of weapons, curiosities and so on, and the elixir only accounts for a small part. Moreover, these pills have been purified by Mu Sen, although the energy is pure, but they are not durable. He marched all the way, and he had already used the pill for seventy-seven eighty-eight. So much so that now I can't even get the elixir to treat the injuries of more than a dozen people.

Qiancheng turned his head and wanted to borrow some for Mu Sen, but found that Mu Sen was gone. Qiancheng's face turned red all of a sudden, and his eyes were a little more cold, he regarded Mu Sen's departure as giving up, leaving these Terrans to fend for themselves.

"Qiancheng, what's going on?" Just when Qiancheng's thoughts were flying, Qizhai and the others who heard Qiancheng's roar came quickly.

Before Qizhai's words fell, he saw this human tragedy.

There were a few more roars, and the entire cellar was shrouded in murderous intendents, the temperature plummeted, and the ice powder was pouring out.

Qizhai also took out the pills one after another, and finally gathered more than a dozen pills for the healing of the human race. However, the injuries of these dozen or so human races were too serious, and the pills they took out were only a palliative rather than a cure, and they could not make these dozen human races return to normal. But it's better than nothing.

"Thank you. The older warrior thanked him. The other warriors also thanked them, but a few of them couldn't even speak now, so they could only thank them with their eyes.

Qizhai hurriedly said, "The same human race, this is how it should be." Hurry up and heal, and when you're recovering, we'll have to evacuate here. ”

The dozen or so martial artists didn't say much when they heard this, although they now had thousands of doubts in their hearts, they also knew that this was not the time to talk. No matter how this group of life-savers was able to break this tribe in the heart of the Wing Clan, it was not wrong for them to quickly recover their self-preservation.

Seeing that these compatriots covered in bruises began to heal, Qizhai pulled Qiancheng aside and asked him about the specific situation. Qiancheng talked about the matter, and he was calm at first, but in the end, his face was full of hideousness, and he gritted his teeth, not only to the Wing Clan, but also to Mu Sen.

"The Protoss really can't believe it! The kindness to us is just that he has taken a fancy to our value, and now he sees the old and weak and reveals his true form, hehe, these old and weak are not worth his waste of resources!"

Hearing Qiancheng's words, Qizhai and several other beggar soldiers remained silent and did not say anything. In the end, Qizhai let out a long sigh and broke the silence, "Alas, he doesn't owe us." ”

Qiancheng was about to crush his teeth, and the green tendons on his body were dense, like a beast about to go berserk. But finally his heavy breathing subsided, and his red eyes returned to their normal color.

He knew that Qizhai was right, and the god stick did not owe them. If you really want to look closely, they still owe it to God. "Actually, sometimes I still have hope for him. Qiancheng muttered.

"He's a Protoss!

"I know it's not good, but sometimes I really feel like he's not a Protoss, but a Terran with the same blood as us. Qiancheng explained.

The beggar soldier who questioned Qiancheng stopped talking, and instead had a hint on his face that I felt the same way.

"But that's all in the past, since he refuses to help these old and weak, it means that he has no different from other gods in his bones, but the means of exploiting us are more high-end. Qiancheng said with a gloomy face.

Qizhai patted Qiancheng's shoulder, and the force was very heavy.

"You stay and take care of them, and I'll clean up the remnants of the enemy. Speaking of this, Qizhai paused, "By the way, let's see if we can find some pills that don't have bloodline restrictions." ”

"Didn't the god stick say that he was not allowed to keep his own secret?" Qiancheng opened his mouth, but when he said it, he sneered, "Then you should be careful, don't be discovered by him." ”

"Well, I will. ”