Witch Wind

Chapter 105 Goodbye Codeword (Part )

The jungle was so dense that no moonlight could penetrate.

In the jungles of Black Borneo, there are some extremely strange luminous mushrooms and mosses, randomly dotted here and there in clusters, with blue, green, or even faint red fluorescence, just like clusters of tiny candle flames, barely dispelling the darkness that is like an iron curtain.

The top predators in the jungle rely on this little light to move freely in the jungle at night and hunt at will.

The python issued a warning.

More than a hundred Xingtian brothers, wearing heavy armor, holding guns, with long swords and heavy swords hanging on their waists, quietly ambushed in the jungle.

The blood of the Xingtian family is sharp and murderous. Any offspring who has activated the blood will inadvertently exude murderous intent. Creatures with a slight sense of perception, such as animals in nature and small insects, will instinctively avoid these murderous guys even if they are more than a mile away.

However, after contracting many ferocious beasts and birds, the natural aura of these wild animals neutralized the murderous intent of the Xingtian brothers. They quietly hid in the jungle, with the big guys they contracted crawling around them.

The top predators are often also the top lurkers.

These big guys like jungle lions, jungle leopards, and even swamp crocodiles, when they crawled in the jungle, looked like a stone covered with moss, a tree trunk that had fallen for many years, or a vine hanging from a tree... Their breath perfectly blended into the jungle, and even the murderous aura of the Xingtian brothers dissipated by 99%.

Hundreds of black Borneo natives approached quietly. Every ten or so steps, the leading native men with particularly thick noses would twitch their noses hard, carefully distinguishing the scent of the sea breeze blowing through the jungle and brought from the White Giant Clam Port.

"A lot of people died. The smell of blood and corpses is overwhelming." After walking for a few miles, the leader, a native man with completely white curly hair and strange patterns on his body smeared with white mud, muttered in a low voice: "A lot of people died. Mm, what a delicious smell of brains!"

On the black panther’s back, three beautifully dressed girls frowned.

With their keen senses, they could naturally hear the mumbling of the native man.

Although these guys have been completely subdued by their power and have become their devout "believers", or "running dogs" and "slaves", their ancestral habits of "headhunting" and "cannibalism" are still unacceptable.

Looking at this group of natives with great disgust, a young girl shouted in a low voice.

They took out soybean-sized seeds with a faint green glow from the exquisitely crafted small bags woven from green slender vines that they wore around their waists, and casually scattered them around.

When the wind blew, the seeds just emerged from under the seed coat, and fine hairs like dandelions appeared. The seeds flew around with the wind, and each seed easily flew several miles away with the wind and landed lightly on the ground.

The hairs on the surface of the seeds danced rapidly like octopus tentacles, tearing apart the thick, rotten leaves and allowing the seeds to drill into the nutrient-rich humus soil.

After throwing out at least two or three hundred seeds, the three girls shouted softly, and the natives shut up and sped up.

Closer, closer, closer and closer.

These natives got into the ambush circle set up by the Xingtian brothers and stopped at the edge of the ambush circle.

The Xingtian brothers did not launch an attack, but watched these natives silently, especially the three girls following behind, whose clothing, temperament and makeup were incompatible with these natives.

They were not murderers. Only a madman would rashly launch an attack before figuring out the intentions of these natives. Everyone held their breath and silently chanted the spell taught by Xing Tianli, blending their own aura with that of their big partner more perfectly, and integrating their own aura and that of their big partner more thoroughly into the jungle.

They exchanged a few words in a low voice in an extremely obscure native language, and several of the most "burly" native men, who were about two inches taller than ordinary people, left the team.

Right under the noses of the Xingtian brothers who were lying in ambush, several indigenous men followed the movement in the jungle and ran straight to the Dongyun people who were chopping down trees dozens of feet away and stockpiling wood for rebuilding the port.

Well, that's actually a bit inhumane.

It was already late at night, and these unfortunate Dongyun people were still working hard under the supervision of the Xingtian brothers.

However, whether it was Xing Tianli, or the brothers Xing Tianren, Xing Tianyi, Xing Tianzhi, and Xing Tianxin, they were not prepared to talk about "humanity" to these Dongyun people. Those who are still alive should work hard, and when they die of exhaustion, forget it!
The forest area was dozens of acres in size. Because the Dongyun people had been felling trees all day, the moonlight illuminated the forest area. At the edge of the forest area, a brother of the Xingtian family, wearing light armor and holding a gun, stood in the most conspicuous position with his waist straight, like a standard human target.

Several indigenous men approached the Xingtian brothers quietly and silently.

Their movements were so light and graceful, their breath was restrained, without revealing the slightest breath or murderous intent, so that the brother named Xing Tianfang did not even notice that someone was approaching from behind.

In the jungle, the Xing Tian brothers who were lying in ambush all rolled their eyes, and some even smiled with gloating smiles - if Xing Tianfang was successfully ambushed by a few natives, hey, this incident would be enough for his brothers to laugh at him for the next three to five years!

Several native men, about four feet six inches tall, quietly came behind Xing Tianfang.

Then they raised their heads in distress.

Xing Tianfang was five feet nine inches (one hundred and ninety-five centimeters) tall, and he wore combat boots with cowhide soles covered with steel, the soles of which were about an inch thick. In order to highlight his presence and deter the Dongyun people from slacking off, he deliberately stood on a tree stump about two feet high.

Several native men stood on tiptoe behind Xing Tianfang, and their heads could barely reach his buttocks.

Seeing such an awkward height difference, several native men looked at the "skull-crushing stick" in their hands, which was made of old thorn knots in the mountains and forests. It could crush an ordinary person's brain with a hit on it. For a moment, they fell into deep doubt about life and the world.

Even if they jumped up, the sticks in their hands could not reach the back of Xing Tianfang's head!

Several native men looked at each other, and the two strongest men dropped their sticks, rushed forward, grabbed Xing Tianfang's calves with both hands, and pulled back with all their strength, trying to drag Xing Tianfang to the ground.

The other several native men had already raised their hard, blood-soaked sticks, which had become shiny and slippery after years of playing with them, and were covered with a thick layer of patina. They were ready to hit Xing Tianfang twice on the back of his head as soon as he fell to the ground.

The two native men successfully hugged Xing Tianfang's calves and pulled with all their strength.

Xing Tianfang didn't move at all.

He felt something tugging at his calf. He lowered his head sharply and saw in the moonlight these lean and skinny natives, with dark bodies, thick lips and curly hair.

"Fuck, what is that?" Xing Tianfang was so frightened that his hair stood on end: "It's a ghost!"

He suddenly raised the gun in his hand, not caring about aiming and firing, and used the large-caliber rifle as a club, swinging it down with a "whoosh". The terrible sound of bones cracking rang out like popping beans, and several of the most powerful "warriors" among the natives were blown away by Xing Tianfang's blow, and one guy was even directly broken into two pieces!
In the jungle, Xing Tianzhi released his index finger on the trigger - he and several of his brothers were ready to shoot and kill a few natives if Xing Tianfang was in danger.

But it seems that the fighting power of these natives is very poor and is not enough to threaten Xing Tianfang who has opened his bloodline!
An angry roar sounded like thunder. The one Xing Tianfang had contracted was a nine-foot-tall mountain gorilla covered with silver hair. This huge creature, with a body as strong as a monster, had not been with Xing Tianfang before. Instead, it was arrogant, carrying a wooden stake, and mixed in with the Dongyun people to act as an overseer!
Sensing that Xing Tianfang was under attack, the gorilla roared madly and pounced over from dozens of feet away, waving a wooden stake and hitting the few unlucky natives who had not yet landed.

'Boom'!
Several natives were completely blown to pieces, with their limbs and arms sprayed far away.

"It's the enemy, kill them!" Xing Tianzhi shouted in the jungle - the actions of several natives already showed that they had malicious intentions, there was no need to argue with them, just kill them directly!

Dull but extremely rhythmic gunshots rang out. With just one wave of attacks, more than a hundred natives' heads exploded.

The natives were in chaos. They were screaming and shouting madly, pulling their short bows randomly and shooting in all directions.

Tiny poisoned arrows whizzed around and dinged on the surrounding tree trunks. They did not notice the Xingtian brothers lying in ambush, and their arrows did not even hit a single ghost.

The gunshots continued, and the Xingtian brothers, who had opened their bloodlines, had sharper vision in the dark than the beasts around them. With the help of the dim fluorescent mushrooms and moss around them, they clearly locked onto the dark figures of each native.

One by one, the natives' heads or bodies exploded.

The smell of blood spread with the night wind. The faces of the three girls riding on the black panthers suddenly changed. They screamed in disbelief - in the jungle, in this jungle surrounded by plants, they were actually ambushed?
How can this be?

They are the darlings of the night, they are the elves of the jungle. The jungle at night is their natural home. No intelligent creature can pose any threat to them in the jungle at night!

Even as they were howling and cursing, hundreds of the natives had been killed or wounded. With the sound of "bang bang", balls of earth exploded around them. Xing Tianzhi and others kept firing, and dense bullets fell within a few feet of them. The dense bullets formed a perfect circle on the ground, trapping them in the middle.

"Put down your weapons and get off your mounts. Women, don't force us to shoot your pretty little heads!" Xing Tianzhi shouted coldly: "Just because we don't want to massacre women and children doesn't mean we won't!"

Beside Xing Tianzhi, a brother of the Xing Tian clan muttered in a low voice: "Brother Zhi, these three girls are so pretty. Tsk, these little faces, there are not many girls in our Nanxun town who are born as delicate as porcelain dolls."

Xing Tianzhi kicked the guy hard: "You bastard, have you forgotten what the elders said? When traveling around the world, the things you fear most are monks, Taoist priests, old people, children, and women who wear strange clothes and behave strangely... They may look pretty, but they might be poisonous widows who want to take your life!"

"Hey, have you forgotten what the eldest brother told us? Those girls he killed in Nanxun Town, those mothers from the Dark Forest... eh? It was them?" Xing Tianzhi and his brothers suddenly realized that these three girls riding on black panthers, with exquisite clothes, extremely delicate and pretty faces, so beautiful that they lacked a bit of humanity, were the same women from the Dark Forest that Xing Tianli had mentioned. Aren't they made from the same mold?
Amid the dull sound of gunfire, a young girl suddenly drew out the scimitar from her waist and shouted sternly, "Shameless fellow, let's have a fair duel in front of the jungle! Do you have the courage?"

The gunfire stopped suddenly.

All the Xingtian brothers looked at Xing Tianzhi.

Xing Tianzhi pursed his lips, subconsciously locked the muzzle of the gun at the girl, and his finger was on the trigger - just like his name, Xing Tianzhi was the most careful and thorough among all the brothers. He rationally felt that the best option was to simply kill the three girls, or at worst seriously injure them and capture them alive.

However, the wind essence blood in the body was boiling, and the fighting instinct surging in the blood was roaring madly.

He wanted to throw away this "advanced" firearm, draw the heavy two-handed sword forged from alloy at his waist, and have a fair, face-to-face, pure iron and blood battle with this woman who was brandishing a sword and shouting.

A breeze blew by, and Xing Tianli came silently to Xing Tianzhi's side.

Seeing Xing Tianzhi's tangled face, Xing Tianli gently patted his shoulder and said, "Go ahead, I'll cover for you. But if you lose to this woman, hey, for the next month, all the stinky socks of the brothers present will belong to you."

Xing Tianzhi's face turned dark.

There were more than a hundred brothers present, who were moving in this hot and humid jungle area all day long, wearing extremely breath-suffocating cowhide combat boots. You can imagine how terrible the smell of their feet was.

Washing smelly socks for more than a hundred brothers for a month?

Bro, you are so vicious!

Xing Tianzhi gritted his teeth, the boiling blood in his body and the surging blood urged him to nod his head fiercely and answer loudly. As he answered, another five or six hundred Xing Tian brothers came out in groups of three or five from the surrounding jungle, carrying various weapons.

"Well, the brothers who just arrived also count!" Xing Tianli added a light blow.

Xing Tianzhi's face turned dark. Amid the laughter of his brothers around him, he handed the gun in his hand to the brother next to him while cursing, carefully put down the huge ammunition box behind him, drew the nearly five-foot-long two-handed heavy sword from his waist, and walked towards the girl with steady steps.

"Little girl, in the middle of the night, instead of going to your lover to recite poems and compose couplets, you bring a group of natives to our brothers' territory to plot evil. Is your brain broken?" Xing Tianzhi held the sword in both hands, and the two-handed heavy sword weighing over a hundred pounds danced above his head in a sword flower. The sword tip broke through the wind, making a strange whistling sound.

"Swish", it was because the sword edge was sharpened too much and Xing Tianzhi swung the sword too fast.

"Huh!" It was because the heavy sword was too large. The sword spine was as thick as a palm, and the sword body vibrated the air, causing such a muffled sound.

Above Xing Tianzhi's head, a large eagle with a wingspan of about two meters and extremely dazzling golden feathers descended rapidly. The eagle made a sharp cry and circled at a high speed at an altitude of more than twenty meters above Xing Tianzhi. Under the moonlight, the eagle's black claws, which could easily grasp a person's head, reflected a cold light, which was extremely murderous.

The eagle flapped its iron-like wings fiercely, sweeping the branches of several large trees below into pieces, leaving huge gaps in the dense treetops. Rays of blue-green moonlight turned into dazzling beams of light, pouring down from the sky.

The woodland suddenly lit up.

The black panthers where the girl was sitting all raised their heads and looked at the big eagle with great vigilance.

Xing Tianzhi shouted loudly, and he flew forward more than ten feet in heavy armor, jumped more than three feet high, swung the sword with both hands, and used the simplest "Forced Splitting Huashan Style" to chop down at the girl's head.

A beam of moonlight fell on Xing Tianzhi, casting a faint light edge on his huge body. His body cast a huge shadow, completely covering the girl and the black panther under her.

The girl screamed, her pretty face twisted, and she clamped her long, slender, white legs together. The black panther under her suddenly leaped up and leaped to the side - feeling the fierce aura from Xing Tianzhi, she felt inexplicably guilty, and at that moment, she completely lost the courage to fight Xing Tianzhi.

Before Xing Tianzhi's body hit the ground, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand and swung it.

The girl watched the heavy sword reflecting the moonlight, slashing at her right shoulder with a fierce aura. She whistled strangely, and her half-body armor, which was made of pure silver and carved with extremely exquisite vines and petals, like a work of art, and inlaid with more than a dozen gorgeous gems, suddenly lit up with a silver-blue glow.

The girl was unable to dodge and let Xing Tianzhi's heavy sword hit her shoulder armor. She gritted her teeth, and with the two-foot-long scimitar in her right hand, she ruthlessly chopped at Xing Tianzhi's waist and kidneys.

There was a loud bang.

The heavy sword chopped on the girl's shoulder armor. The shoulder armor seemed as thin as a flower petal, but its defensive power was incomparable. The sword tip chopped the shoulder armor and sparks flew everywhere. The girl was hit by gravity, and her slender body flew up involuntarily and hit a big tree several feet away.

The scimitar in the girl's hand also fiercely slashed across the armor on Xing Tianzhi's waist.

The curved knife was like an eyebrow, extremely light and thin, yet terribly sharp. With a slight cutting sound and a ray of sparks, a very thin and deep cut was made on the armor on Xing Tianzhi's waist.

However, the armor on Xing Tianzhi's body was made entirely of alloy, and the total thickness of the armor plates at the vital parts of his waist was about an inch.

The girl's chops only cut about half an inch of the armor, and the blade didn't even touch Xing Tianzhi's flesh.

But the knife wound in the vitals made Xing Tianzhi break out in a cold sweat.

If the armor was not strong enough, the consequences of this knife would be disastrous!
(End of this chapter)