Chapter 228: Reward

Several middle-aged men retire backwards, and while they retire, they have words in their mouths, and their hands are more brilliance.
A small team of seventy or eighty Shibao warriors quickly gathered up, a few cattle, ten werewolves, others are dwarves, lizards and the like, although the armor is simple, but also very a bit suffocating .
The whistle of the police whistle in the Shibao, several heavy building monks vacated and flew out from the stone fort.
A team of two or three hundred soldiers rushed out quickly, and began to scream and yell at the distance, waving the weapon in their hands and making a dull sound.
Outside the stone fort, in the large and small shacks, the gnomes and gray dwarf slaves in droves ran out with simple weapons.
Under the urging of several middle-aged men, three or four thousand slaves formed a sparse and scattered formation, and they were slowly surrounded by Wu Tie and others.
Wu Tie listened to the score, and several middle-aged men promised to give these slaves a loud promise – as long as they can attack once on Wu Tie and others, they will get a reward for dry meat.
Some slaves have their eyes open, and it is clear that the reward of a piece of dry meat is heavy and heavy for them.
A few heavy building monks, Wu Tie does not care.
Three or four hundred have no traces of cultivation, but rely on the low-ranking soldiers of pure brute force. Wu Tie does not care.
But in the face of the thousands of skinny skeletons, the slaves who swayed and walked up, Wu Tie was a little chaotic.
He coughed and subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
Just after retreating, a flying knife screamed, and the three-foot-long cold light slammed into his forehead.
Wu Tie did not dodge, let the flying knife lie on his forehead... The knife of the flying knife is messy and impure, the trajectory is erratic during flight, and the knife is dark when it is clear, obviously the quality of the flying knife is very bad.
'Ding'!
The flying knife was smashed on the forehead of Witch Iron, and the iron and iron skin only left a little insignificant white mark.
Throw away the bones that have been mutated all over the Witch Iron, and rebuild the 12-day heaven in the realm of the building. Let Wu Tie master the seventy-two changes of the mantle. In addition to the 'Herald Power', naturally there is also the 'Bronze Iron Amount', ' Mysterious mystery like reinforced iron bones.
Not to mention the bones that have become more and more tyrannical, now the body of the Witch Iron is very strong, not a weapon of the gods, and it is not damaged.
Wiping a piece of fine iron on his forehead, Wu Tie screamed at the middle-aged man who attacked himself: "There is no enmity, why do you kill me? It is difficult, what are we offensive?"
The middle-aged man who shot, and the companions around him, looked round and round, and looked at Wu Tie like a ghost.
Just the knives of the knives, although not the ancient treasures, are also the weapon of the masters created by the master craftsmen. Under the infusion of the heavy art, it is enough to easily penetrate the three-inch thick steel plate.
Such a sharp weapon, actually can not break the layer of oil of Wu iron!
The middle-aged man who had just bitten his teeth and slammed his head screamed: "The Great Lakes Township has the order of the generals, and the others, and rewards."
Dahu Town Shoujun General has orders?
What about Wu Wu and his party?
At the same time, Wu Tie and others looked at the magical king who had changed his face. Could it be that he missed his way and was discovered by the 12 ruling families of the three city-states?
The demon king looked at his companion with a stunned look. He had not set foot on the territory around Sanlian for many years. Just came back today, how could he miss his whereabouts?
"I have nothing to do with me? If I have a relationship with me... It is impossible for this group of salted fish to catch me, how can it be the elite private army of their twelve families." The magic king spread his hands and looked pitiful. Witch iron.
"Come to us." Wu Tie's face became very gloomy.
"Dark guild? They have such a...God?" The old iron screamed unsuccessfully: "This...the slaughter-women and women, I can't do it..."
The old iron looked at the heavy masters who were suspended from the ground, and when they were warriors, a pair of eyes were fierce.
But when looking at the huge number of slaves who are getting closer, the old iron's hind legs were smashed at the same time.
Wu Tie only retired two or three steps, the old iron is subconscious, stepped back a dozen steps, and then screamed and screamed: "Hey, you... are you afraid of a crazy dog ​​that you are crazy about?"

The slaves continued to approach with no expression, and the old iron did not say anything. He yelled and screamed, and hundreds of slaves stared at him at the same time.
The slaves, the godless scorpion, suddenly ignited a raging flame... It was a powerful flame of the name ‘appetite’, the invisible, burnt old iron was covered with long, straight flames.
"The momentum is wrong!" The old iron whispered.
Wu Tie was also forced to step back. He looked at the slaves and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you... you..."
After swallowing a spit, Wu Tie whispered and extremely harshly ordered the companions around him: "These slaves... don't hurt them."
Shi Fei, Yan Hanlu and Lu Hao have been eager to prepare for the shot.
They are born in the three major families of Cang Yan domain. There are countless slaves in the three major families. Rao is Shi Fei. They are also the best of the three major families. But these slaves are in their hearts, and they are really irrelevant.
They can kill all the slaves who dare to offend them.
With their current cultivation, the three or four thousand weak slaves are just a wave of hands to kill the ants.
But because of Wu Tie’s orders, they pressed the impulse to shoot.
Several middle-aged men who were suspended in the air screamed in unison. They saw the hesitation of Wu Tie. The amazing scene of the flying knife smashing on the forehead of Wu Tie brought them instigation and was quickly surprised by an inexplicable surprise. Covered.
In their urging voice, a large group of slaves whipped up all their strength and screamed at Wu Tie and others.
Three or four thousand undressed slaves rushed together, and as soon as a low tide surged over, Wu Tie and Lao Tie all messed up for a while.
"Or... strategic retreat?" the old iron shouted loudly: "Wait at night, touch it again, and give it to the group."
The old iron is yelling, and the witch who sat on his back yelled, and the wind in his hand shook.
A gust of wind roared in the flat, and the wind whistled forward, and the three or four thousand weak slaves stood on the ground and were blown by the wind.
Thousands of slaves rolled up and down on the ground, and were quickly blown out by the wind to get out of the kilometer. The gusty winds caused them to have sore bones, and the internal organs rolled over, one by one retching and unable to stand up.
"Hey?" The witch looked up very ignorantly, staring at Wu Tie with her eyes wide open.
She seems to be asking Wu Tie, such a good solution, why is it so scared that Wu Tie and Lao Tie are so embarrassed?
Witch iron face pumping straight.
The old iron face is pumping straight.
"Hey, we...we are not as good as a little girl." Old white left hand holding a large poisonous needle, his right hand licking two small poisoned daggers, dry and dry smile.
Wu Tie's face was flushed, and he said with anger: "What are you doing? There is no enmity, and there are some inexplicable attacks on us... Grab them and live."
The iron sword screamed coldly, screaming at the heavy epee that was as big as a small door.
Shan Dun ‘吼吼’ laughed loudly. He blinked and couldn’t look at the distant stone fortune. He suddenly waved his fist and squatted on the ground.
More than a dozen of the red bodies radiated high temperatures, and the metal obelisk, which was entangled in flames, rushed out from the ground.
These huge obelisks came straight out from under the wall of the stone fort, and they heard loud noises. The walls of the stone fort were smashed, several sentry towers collapsed directly, and several lizards whistled on the sentry tower. The man screamed and jumped, and left the weapon and wandered away to escape.
In the stone fort, there were even more people’s screams, and the faces of several middle-aged men suspended in the air suddenly changed.
"Slow...we..." The middle-aged man who just took out the witch-iron knife and smashed a scorpion.
The iron sword has already rushed to them, and the iron sword of Shen Su’s face leaped up without saying a word. The epee in his hand turned over and the hilt hit the middle-aged man’s stomach with a simple blow. He flew more than two hundred meters.
After all, it was a repair of a heavy building. The middle-aged man was hit by a big sword and hit a seven or eight meters. After falling on the ground, he still rolled for dozens of meters, but still suffocated and even stunned, even I quickly climbed up and squatted, and did not slow down to the direction of the stone fort.
I haven't escaped two steps. The old white Turkic smashed out from the shadow of a middle-aged man. A large steel needle that had been quenched with a potent anesthetic was photographed on the middle-aged man's ass.
A tragic, middle-aged man rushed forward a dozen steps away, then fell to the ground and could not climb again.
Yan Hanlu waved two black-skinned scimitars and rushed over. The scimitar brought a black knife to the sky, and lightly cut the flying knives and flying swords that several middle-aged men flew all out.
A handle with a flying knife and a flying sword turned into a drop of iron in a black flame. The cold dew quickly swept past several middle-aged men, and the clothes on them suddenly burned up, and even with the full body hair, they burned into a blue smoke.
Several middle-aged men screaming and falling back to the ground, they wandered on the ground, and looked at Yan Hanlu inexplicably, completely giving up the rebellious mind.
Hundreds of warriors who have been surrounded are watching the Wu Tie and his party.
These warriors obviously don't have a high IQ. It is clear that their own masters have lost and lost. Among them, there are still a large number of people who want to catch Wu Tie and others.
Wu Tie looked at the group of obvious muscle surplus soldiers, silent for a while, carrying up the white tiger crack, standing in front of them.
Several leading cattle warriors glanced at each other. They picked up a big axe and a mace, and they slammed into Wu Ting’s head.
In the dull crash, three big axes, four mace sticks, and a strangely shaped hammer were smashed on the Witch iron head. A few shots of the cattle warriors were torn apart, and the blood was sprayed with hands.
Wu Tie stood still in the same place, did not say a word, just looked at these stunned warriors.
After a while, these soldiers left their weapons at the same time, and leaned down and squatted, and their foreheads were heavily attached to the ground.
A quarter of an hour later, the obelisk of Shandun shook the cracked stone castle hall. Wu Tie Duan sat on the throne of the original owner, and looked at the middle-aged men in front of him.
"It’s still a question, we have no enmity, why are we so hostile to us?
Wu Tie asked them very puzzled.
"There is no hostility, a group of idiots, no long eyes? Grandpa are also you can provoke?" The old iron opened his mouth, spit his tongue and laughed loudly: "On these few melons, burnt dates, Who gave you the courage to attack us?"
The middle-aged man who first attacked Wu Tie spit a spit.
He shook his head and smiled and muttered: "The guarding the generals, we are pitted... They only said, I want to give birth to you, but I didn't say, you are so strong..."
Wu Tie cold channel: "Guard the generals, they have said, how to identify us? How do you know, the people you want to catch, are us?"
The middle-aged man lifted his eyelids. He looked at the old iron and looked at the witch sitting on the iron legs. He smiled and sighed: "A black dog... and a long squat Little girl... This is the most obvious logo."
The middle-aged man muttered: "In any case, the rewards we received were just like this. A group of people, a black dog, a little girl."
With a bitter smile, the middle-aged man said with difficulty: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
"We are pitted."
Several middle-aged men sighed at the same time, with extreme horror and uneasiness in their eyes.
Wu Tie can understand their mood and see that the furnishings in this hall are very good, at least more magnificent than the Wu Shi furnishings of the Wu family.
The small stone fort, there are five or six monks in the heavy building, there are hundreds of elite warriors, there are thousands of slaves outside the stone fort, and the slaves owned by the entire stone fort are likely to have tens of thousands.
Such a small day can be very tempting.
As a result, in order to greet the rewards on the rewards, all of them were folded in at once.
Wu Tie shook his head and said coldly: "Greed is a sin, but I am very curious. The so-called guarding the generals has given you a lot of benefits. If you can't wait to see what we can't, we will start directly. Attacked?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then he gave a heavy sigh of relief: "If we can give birth to you to send to guard the generals, then ... our family will become the vassal family of the eucalyptus family, directly protected by the eucalyptus family.

"Greater territory, better exercises, more resources, more cultivation, more wealth, more beauty, and unimaginable food, wine, luxury clothing..." The middle-aged man’s voice flashed with a strange light, and asked Wu Tie: "Is this condition not enough?"
Wu Tie suddenly smiled: "But, you have failed."
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and slowly nodded: "But we have succeeded. Even if we have not been able to give birth to you, as long as we can swear to the generals, we can still get rewards."
The middle-aged man smiled at Wu Ting: "Even if they are dead, should it be now?"