The place where Su Ming fought with the masked man of the Wu clan was just an insignificant fragment of this big battlefield, and no one would care about it except for the people nearby.

But despite this, the moment Su Ming took off the mask from the masked man's head, in this small area, he attracted everyone's attention.

Ziche saw it, Yanbo saw it, and the other people who were still alive in Su Ming's team before also saw it, as well as the barbarians around him.

Similarly, when the head of the witch hunter was grabbed and lifted by Su Ming, the people of the nearby witch clan also saw it one by one.

"Witch hunting!" Su Ming stood there, carrying the head of the witch man, and roared at the barbarians nearby.

At the moment when his voice came out, the barbarian people here immediately roared one by one, their expressions were excited, and their eyes were full of reverence when they looked at Su Ming.

There are not many barbarians in this small area here, only a few hundred or so, but these hundreds of barbarians are repeating Su Ming's words in a loud roar at the moment.

"Witch Hunt!!"

The sound of hundreds of people fighting may not be too eye-catching on this battlefield, after all, this same sound is lingering in all directions, and it is easy to be confused, but at this moment, these hundreds of people made the same sound, so that even in this entire battlefield, there can be a slight ripple.

The location of these hundreds of them is the southern part of this witch barbarian battlefield, if you look at it from the sky, this huge battlefield looks chaotic at first glance, but if you look closely, you can gradually see the difference, this battlefield seems to be faintly divided into four parts.

Southeast, northwest, these four parts seem to be the four major war zones, and they do not have too distinct demarcations, but with the surge of the crowd, they can still be faintly seen.

In the southern war zone, in the battle of more than tens of thousands of people, death is going on all the time, at the end of the barbarian crowd, there is a relatively peaceful place, where there are nine barbarians with black masks, surrounded and protected by them, is a middle-aged man with a white face and beard, this man is wearing a long robe, his hair is scattered, and his eyes are blazing, as if containing profundity.

He stood there, looking at the battlefield in the southern theater, silent, the nine barbarian hunters around him prevented all the witch clans from coming, so that the middle-aged man could meditate, but feel the changes in the entire southern theater.

He has been standing here for a long time, and it seems that from the beginning of this war, he has been standing here, observing the barbarians and the witches, as if he is quickly learning and comprehending some art that belongs to war.

"The barbarians have been for a long time...... There is no such war as this...... The wars that occur once every ten years are far from being comparable to those of today, and they are just child's play, and even the one a hundred years ago, and two hundred years ago, there were very few such wars......

But now, in just a few months, there have been three times. The middle-aged man looked calm, watching the clansmen fighting, looking at the hideousness of the Wu clan, and sighed in his heart.

"There is no meticulous deployment, no assistance in formation, no command around the commander...... It's a scuffle, and the only thing that's there is is a team fighting in its own right.

Not only are these fighting clansmen learning how to survive on such a battlefield, but people like me are also learning to use war after war to make themselves quickly master and how to control such a big war......

Presumably, the same is true of the Wu Clan.

The middle-aged man glanced in the direction of the Wu Clan, but the moment he looked at it, immediately in the place where he looked, at the edge of the southern war zone, there were hundreds of people roaring at the same time, and outside the sound of fighting on this battlefield, there was a buzz.

"Witch hunt!"

"Witch hunt!"

"Witch Hunt!!"

As the voice came, it gradually seemed to spread, so that more barbarians heard it, and they swept their eyes away in the battle. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, staring there.

"Go and see, in that location, what's going on. He spoke slowly, and a barbarian hunter beside him, with an indifferent expression, took a step forward, and instantly rushed into the battlefield crowd, heading straight for the place where hundreds of people heard their voices.

Su Ming stood there, the voices of the barbarians around his ears turned into sound waves, and when he roared with his words, Su Ming's body shook and appeared beside Ziche and Yanbo.

Ziche looked reverent, his expression was excited, and Yanbo on the side was the same, looking at Su Ming's gaze with a respect from the lungs.

"Lord Hunter, with you, we can gather more clansmen and unite together, and our strength will be greater!" Yan Bo said excitedly.

After getting Su Ming's nod, Yan Bo took a few steps forward, stood behind Su Ming, and said high words to the people who were fighting around him.

"Clansmen, more people will be stronger, what are you waiting for, you saw Lord Su Ming's actions, he killed the witch hunter, he is the hunter of our barbarian!

We condensed together, like five fingers clenched into fists, to fight fiercely, to kill the Wu Clan!" As Yan Bo's voice echoed, Su Ming's body stepped out, turned into a violent wind, and went straight to the people of the Wu Clan, killing continuously, blood and rain splashed, slowly, in this small area, all the barbarians who had no enemies around them quickly rushed towards Su Ming, and after a while, there were nearly two hundred barbarian people behind Su Ming.

This group of people is extremely distinct in this chaotic battlefield, Su Ming is not good at commanding, and this is not where he wants to temper, but people are different, Yan Bo is extremely keen on this, and even Ziche seems to have some talent, under the organization of the two of them, this barbarian team of nearly two hundred people, like a spear sweeping, in this southern theater of war, is indomitable!

Su Ming, right at the front of them, Su Ming's will and momentum affected all the followers behind him, making this team, where it passed, the fastest storm to kill the Wu Clan.

In this scattered battlefield, no one is absolutely safe, people will subconsciously choose to approach the larger group on their side, this subconscious behavior makes Su Ming's team, in the continuous killing and moving, there are still barbarian people joining in.

In addition, the reason why this is the case has a lot to do with the low roar that Yan Bo sometimes hears, in that roar, he constantly tells others that Su Ming has defeated the hunt of the Wu clan and has become the hunt of the barbarians, coupled with Su Ming's fight in front of him, his indifference, his determined gaze, everything of that kind and the white mask hanging on his waist are enough to prove that everything that Yan Bo has passed is true.

That mask was suggested by Yan Bo and Ziche for Su Ming to reveal it, which may be a banner for the barbarians who have been exhausted from the battle so far!

Their number was getting bigger and bigger, and when the dusk passed, when the roar in the green mist in the sky became more and more intense, the barbarians behind Su Ming had already reached as many as four hundred.

These people include the warriors of Tianlan City, the disciples of the Haidong Sect, the fellow sects of the Tianhan Sect, and the people from the large and small tribes in the land of Nanchen who came to participate in the battle.

They come from all over the world, maybe they didn't know each other before today, but at this moment, under this fight, they are forged a kind of friendship on the battlefield by flesh and blood, which is a friendship of yelling together, bleeding together, and killing together!

For the entire battlefield, the Southern Theater is only a part, and for the Southern Theater, Su Ming's hundreds of people are only a part, and they are still a very small part.

However, this very small part of the power that erupted at this moment was extremely amazing, and they fought between them, according to the control of Yanbo and Ziche, and carried out their familiar replacements, so that everyone had a time to rest, and everyone had a time to be safe, in this way, the combat effectiveness of this squad reached the strongest.

Every noon, people are very relieved behind themselves, because behind them, there are their own comrades-in-arms!

Comrade-in-arms, a word on the battlefield that surpasses the clansmen!

In addition to these, what makes these people's eyes gradually firm, and the killing gradually becomes sharp and fearless, is a more important existence for them, that is, always at the forefront, never resting...... Hunter Su Ming!

Su Ming has always been there, at the very front, like the tip of this team, fighting, every step he takes forward, it means that the team behind him has also taken a step.

He is not good at commanding, and he doesn't have too many words, but his existence is the soul of this team of 400 people, because what he brings to others is a will, a will to move forward, and to be fearless in life and death!

This will is even more important than Yan Bo's command, it is the driving force that supports the progress of these hundreds of people, as long as they see that Su Ming is still at the forefront, every barbarian in this team who is still alive at the moment after the battle will follow without hesitation!

This is the battlefield, a place that does not require personal thoughts, does not need to be intrigued between soldiers, does not need to be thought about too much, or even need to be thought about.

The only thing that is needed here is a will, which, in the eyes of others, is a flame in the night, which can shine all around, and attract people to follow!

In the continuous fighting of Su Ming's team, the southern war zone, in that relatively quiet place, always looked at the middle-aged man who was Su Ming, and his eyes showed a bright light.

Behind him, at this moment, a barbarian hunter wearing a black mask was speaking in a deep voice.

"His name is Su Ming, and he just killed a witch hunter and became a hunter of my barbarians...... They numbered about four hundred, and if he didn't die, the squad would have grown. ”

"Will...... Will...... I understand!" The middle-aged man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and because of Su Ming's matter here, he thought of a barbarian method of fighting!

The monthly pass crisis, in the field, can't break out, go home and ask for a monthly pass!!

(To be continued)