Celestial

"Listen people say that they have killed many passers-by of other tribes on the road, and they threatened to slaughter several tribes..." The patriarch's face was full of worries and looked at the gods: "On our own strength, I'm afraid it can't be resisted. Otherwise, Lin Fei will be invited out?"

"No need first..." After listening to the patriarch's story, the god's voice was also dignified, and he slowly said: "Since he put a ban on the door, he didn't want to disturb us. If he forcibly wakes up, it is not good. The tribe will deal with it first. For a while, you go to arrange it."

"Yes……"

The patriarch sighed in his heart and got up to pay his respects to the gods and then took the elders to push out the door. The young and fully armed outside clearly waited a long time. The patriarch just pushed the door out, and all his eyes were on him...

The patriarch's eyes glanced around the crowd, and his voice was full of majesty: "The old man and the women and children first waited around the ancestral shrine. The clan members of the hunting team were responsible for opening the trap, and the rest came with me."

After the speech, the patriarch strode forward and walked in front of the team. The elders trailed behind by half a position. The clan people in the back kept up with each other. Everyone was very silent, and there was a sudden killing air in the action.

The women and children watched their sons, husbands, brothers, and fathers heading out of the tribe. Some women wept whispered, but nobody cried out...

The survival of people in the tribe is not easy. This is fighting with monsters, fighting with similar kinds, and fighting with nature. Death has long been a common thing, but for women in the tribe, every departure from men in the tribe may be a parting of life and death. Resisting not crying is already their last endurance...

In the sight of the women and children, the warriors of the tiger tribe have stepped out of the tribe, ready to meet their enemies

The patriarch stood straight in the head of the team, his muscles bulging like a hill, and he held a black iron gun tightly in his hand.

The traps have been arranged, and the tribes occupy favorable terrain, waiting for the advent of the enemy silently.

Suddenly, a small but extremely flexible clan ran from the forest, pointing outside and not taking the air: "He, they are here."

"When they enter the range, they start to work..." The patriarch quickly ordered to go down and looked up at the distance. Sure enough, he saw the sky above the forest, and startled countless birds...

As soon as the order was ordered, the patriarch's eyes suddenly filled with unbelievable looks, and the spear in his hand was almost unstable.

I saw that in the woods with traps not far away, an army was slowly coming out, all wearing black armor, holding a spear in hand, and the giant trees that had been growing for thousands of years were like paper folding, blocking them on the road. Being cut off directly, these people ignored all the traps and destroyed all the obstacles in front of them.

The most important thing is that now there are only a hundred people walking out of the forest, and there are people constantly appearing in the back.

As more and more troops came out, the palm of the patriarch's hand holding a spear was full of greasyness. Until the last young man riding a demon king appeared, the patriarch's heart was already cold...

As soon as the young man appeared, the black army crushed the road automatically. The young man urged the mount to walk to the forefront of the entire team from the opened road. A pair of narrow eyes stared at the patriarch, calmly saying: "You are this The head of the tribe?"

The patriarch gave a guts out of thin air and simply said: "It's me!"

"Good, save me a lot of time."

"You..." The patriarch was about to frown and spoke. A silver spear suddenly appeared in front of him. The head of the spear was so sharp that he kept zooming in front of him.

The war pattern on the patriarch's body lighted up momentarily, and he just had time to flip sideways and fell to the ground in embarrassment, but he finally escaped the gun head.

Seeing the attack of the patriarch, the tribal youths who had been prepared next to him swarmed up and stood in front of the patriarch.

The youth did not chase down the patriarch, but waved a long spear in their hands from the top, screamed loudly in the air, and smashed into the crowd in front of them. A dull bone fracture sounded immediately, and more than a dozen strong tribal youths did everything. The ones that didn't come out, were blown to the ground and spit out a big mouth of blood.

Just the sound of the wind breaking, I knew that the spear had to weigh a few thousand pounds less, and now it was actually held by the young and fluttering like a toy.

For a while, no one dared to step forward.

The young man glanced around for a while, and then some boring lip, suddenly urged the demon beast to walk backwards, and then gestured a little, and the army pressed back step by step.

The pace of the army is uniform. At one moment, thunder blows on everyone's hearts. At this time, the elders came out, holding a big knife in their hands, and standing in front of the army.

Faced with a slow but firm army, the elders instantly drove the battle pattern to the extreme, with a glorious glare pattern on his face, and the phantom of a tiger, which suddenly appeared in the air.

The clan people also urged war patterns, and for a while, there were bursts of tiger roars, one after another, as if the entire void was occupied by a group of tigers.

The soldiers were still unmoved, still walking forward step by step. Although the speed was not fast, it brought great pressure. Under this ironic silence, the roaring of the tigers roared somewhat bluff. .

The army was close at hand, and it was still advancing. The elder standing at the front suddenly shouted and stepped forward to meet the first few of the army. When the sword was cut off, the tiger behind him rushed to the soldier in front. .

As the elders took the lead, the tribal youth behind them also burst into shouting and killing. The sound of the tiger roaring through the sky seemed to follow the footsteps of the elders and fight with the army in front of them.

The armoured soldiers of the army were silent. They saw the war spears exuding the luster of the forest stand up, and the spears spewed out a black light, just like a black snake, facing the enemy.

But at this time, the patriarch coughed up a bit of blood. He just broke out the battle pattern just now, and he was already hurting his internal organs. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a scene in front of him. Some of what he saw was unexpected.

Under the almost crazy outburst of the tribes, the army responded in a decisive manner. The movements were numb and clumsy, and the war spears were picked one by one. These are some of the most basic postures.

Although the movements are simple, all the movements are uniform, and there is also some compelling power. At least under the aggressive attack of the tiger tribe, no armor is injured...

Can the tribe even draw a tie with this army?

No, the situation is not so simple...

The patriarch gradually saw the doorway of the army, the more shocked he was in his heart...