Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Taking the time to glance at his subordinates who ran away, Mandrill's heart suddenly became cold to the bottom of the valley.

He knew that the caravan he led had been defeated, and there was no possibility of a comeback; more importantly, seeing the phalanx arrayed in a strange formation, it was already stepping on neat steps after reversing its direction, and quickly moved towards His battle group is approaching.

So, now there are two extremely difficult choices, which are placed in front of Mandrill for him to decide.

One choice is for himself, the honor of the mountain owl Wu will fight to the end, the two opponents in front of him plus the fat bird flying in the sky, although it is very difficult to deal with, but the mandrill believes that as long as he does not care about casualties, he is absolutely sure to delay. To die with one person.

Another option is to forcibly break away from the battle, and then run straight towards the direction of the mountain, escaping a small life first.

But with the latter option, the chances of success are really slim.

The longbowmen of the Blackstone tribe had shocked him too much. Even with the conceit of a mandrill sixth-level power witch, he thought that before he escaped from the attack range of the longbow, he would have to withstand at least three waves of focused fire attack.

While fleeing frantically, it is almost impossible to completely block and dodge the attack of fifty arrows coming from the back; as long as some vital parts of the body are injured, the speed of your escape It will be greatly reduced, and it is very likely that these people will catch up in the end.

What's more, the fat bird above the head is also a huge trouble. No matter how fast the two legs run on the ground, it can't be as fast as flying in the sky with wings; for this fat bird with a fat body but extremely flexible , the mandrill no longer knew what to say.

Thinking of this, Mandrill's heart rose to a sense of enlightenment, and naturally he made a final decision quickly.

I saw a loud roar from his mouth, and then the bronze long sword in his hand burst into a bright and dazzling light, and he slashed madly at the master Niu who was wearing the cool armor.

His subordinates only attacked without any defense, and Master Niu was in a hurry to parry in an instant; Seeing this, Mang had to stop most of the offensive, and began to help Master Niu take part of the attack.

Suddenly, taking advantage of a rare opportunity, the mandrill leaped out of the battle group very abruptly, and ran madly towards the direction down the mountain...

That's right, the mandrill's ultimate choice is to escape, even if the hope of escaping is very slim.

As for the honor of witches, the Shanxiao tribe, as a special tribe that mainly relies on plundering, has no honor at all; in the mandrill's cognition, honor and dignity are all things, and how many jade coins are worth one rattan basket.

Even if it weren't for the fact that the natives of the Luolei Mountains would never have accepted their surrender, the mandrill would have yelled to surrender and dropped its weapons.

To be honest, the unexpected escape of a strong mandrill at this level obviously made the natives of the Blackstone tribe stupefied for a while, but soon master Niu's yelling and cursing made them react.

No way, this grandson wants to escape, so if he can't beat him, he runs away. How can there be such a good thing? The longbowman calculated the opponent's lead and shot~ Master Niu yelled at the top of his voice.

A group of longbowmen from the Black Stone Tribe had long been ready to shoot, but they really didn't dare to attack when the opponent and Master Niu were mixed together.

At this time, under Master Niu's order, they instinctively faced the fleeing opponent in front of them, fine-tuned the angle of the arrows in their hands, and then let go of the fully drawn bowstring in their hands; He removed the quiver from his waist, and took another bow to shoot arrows.

Regarding the point of advance measurement that Master Niu said, in fact, what Master Niu said is very powerful, but for veteran hunters like them who hunt in the mountains and forests all day long, it is nothing more than a simple matter.

Shouldn't we first estimate the speed of the opponent and the direction to dodge before launching an attack, so that the opponent has nowhere to hide!

With the armor-piercing sharp arrows whizzing through the air, even if the mandrill swung the bronze long sword out of his hand with a backhand, it still couldn't block all the attacks.

What frightened him even more was that in the first batch of attacks, two sharp arrows hit him, one hit his chest and the other hit his thigh.

Although under the strong defensive power of the mandrill, these were no more than a few inches into the flesh, but he suddenly slowed down a bit to let him know that he would never be able to leave this place again.

At this time, even turning back to fight to the death and expecting to kill that master Niu has become an unrealizable extravagant wish.

Because in the glance he turned around at this time, that smelly and shameless master Niu had already hid in that weird square formation, surrounded by a forest of sharp spears, there was no possibility of killing him ...

In the end, the powerful Liuwen Liwu, the notorious caravan leader mandrill in the outskirts of the plain, died in such an extremely aggrieved manner.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Master Niu first let the longbowmen of the Blackstone tribe pour no less than ten rounds of focused fire on the mandrill; The macho men who had been beaten with chicken blood turned into soft-legged shrimps in the next second.

In fact, at this time, the longbowmen did not need to continue shooting. Their target mandrill had already become a feather duster for a person.

The military overcoat that caused the murder was already in tatters!

A heinous scene appeared. Facing an opponent who was theoretically dead and could not die again, Mr. Niu was still afraid that the opponent would play tricks; under his order, dozens of long spears were thrown at the mandrill, killing it. The barrel was completely overturned on the ground.

*****

After the mandrill, a formidable opponent, was dealt with, a group of natives from the Blackstone tribe, led by Master Cai Niu, turned their attention back.

Those caravan members who fled from the front of the formation had long since run away, and even the thirty guards who stayed behind before had run away completely.

The strong desire to escape in their hearts made them drop everything that hindered them before they fled. Of the twenty or so camels full of supplies, they didn't take any of them away.

Many of the captives of the Water Frog Tribe stayed where they were, because of the sense of surprise after being rescued suddenly, they sat down on the ground and wept uncontrollably.

Master Niu himself heaved a sigh of relief, this hard battle beyond his expectation was finally over.