Chapter 634: Kill in the forest!

These barbarians apparently went through a long journey, and now they are already exhausted and walked in the footsteps. ?八一?中文?W≈W≥W≠. ≤8≈1≤Z≤W≥. =C≈O≈M≠
Even so, no one stopped to rest, just keep on sticking.
Whether it is the order of the toothed tribe, or the sense of crisis brought by the monks in the city, they are afraid to have a moment of stay, just want to rush to the valley where the toothed tribe is located in the shortest possible time.
If there is any change during the period, it may bring disaster to the genocide.
An old-fashioned priest with a monster skull on his head panted, and with the help of a barbarian girl, he looked up and glanced at the surrounding woods.
I don't know why, since he entered this jungle, he felt a little upset and seemed to have something to do.
However, after careful observation, there was no abnormal situation. This made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so this illusion will appear.
"The patriarch, we have been away for five days, how long will it take to arrive?"
The priest voice was hoarse and asked a barbarian monk around him.
The barbarian monk is in the tribe's patriarch. His cheeks are painted with white paint, and his helmet with a monster's teeth and bones on his forehead reveals a sly scent.
After hearing the inquiry from the old priest, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe thought about it and said in an uncertain tone: "It should be four or five days, I remember it seems like this!"
The old priest nodded and turned his head and glanced at the people behind him, sighing slightly.
"Well, when I was a teenager, I once encountered an invasion of a monk in the Loucheng. However, at that time, the Fangzi tribe did not call the order, but ordered us to guard their respective tribes and at the same time kill the Loucheng monks.

The old priest said here, the color of the reminiscence: "At that time, the warriors of our tribes all mobilized and ambushed a group of monks in the city on the side of a large river. After a big war, all the monks in the city were killed, our tribes The warrior is also nearly half dead!
Although the casualties were heavy, but the harvest of the spoils is also very much, coupled with the reward of the teeth of the tribe, so that our tribes quickly restored the strength of the past.
Not long after, there was news that the Loucheng monks were defeated. It is said that there were more than 200,000 masters of the city, and they were all ambushed by the toothed tribe!
That time, our barbarian won the victory, and this has a peaceful time for the next hundred years.
I did not expect that a hundred years have passed, these castle monks have come back again, it seems that the original kill is still not enough!

The old priest said that there was a glimmer of cold light in his eyes, and the old body seemed to stand upright suddenly, and the style of the year was faintly visible.
The barbarian patriarch next to him heard the words and nodded slightly, and there was also a killing in the eyes.
However, he soon revealed the doubtful color and said to the old priest: "Since the last time the tribe has defeated the monks in the city, it means that these monks in the city are just like this, but why do you want this time? Are all the tribes in a hurry?
In this way, those monks in the city will not be able to easily occupy our land without any hindrance. I don’t know what the toothed tribe thinks.

The old priest heard the words, and there was a trace of sorrow. He shook his head slightly: "This is also my most worrying thing. I am afraid that this time the monks in the city are very strong, otherwise the savage tribe will not be in these building towns. Appear, just order like this!"
After glanced at the tribe monks around, the old priest was sour, fearing that after this battle, many young people in the tribe could not return.
When these barbarians walked and talked, their team had entered the ambush area of ​​the Holy Dragon City monks.
The old priest who had previously looked worried, suddenly stopped at this moment, and then twitched his nose a few times, his face became more and more ugly.
The people on the side saw the curious look at the old priest and wanted to ask what happened.
But when they saw the change of the expression of the old priest, they all had a glimpse of their hearts, and they could not help but clench their weapons.
At this time, the old priest’s original black skin suddenly became pale and distorted, and his arms swayed.
"I smelled the smell of the monks in the city. Here is their ambush. Everyone has to retreat!"
With the roar of the old priest, all the barbarians immediately changed their face, and they turned to escape from the place.
Just before they stepped on their feet, they heard the sound of "squeaky" suddenly in the ear, followed by countless bullets passing through the branches and leaves on these barbarians.
The screams sounded one after another, and the barbarians had not waited to figure out what had happened. They began to fall into the ground in pieces, and the blood immediately filled the forest path.
At the beginning, the old priest who was unusual was exposed to grief and indignation. He looked at the corpses on the ground and finally understood why the savage tribe would be so rushed.
Compared to the Loucheng monks a hundred years ago, this time the enemies are really powerful. So far, they have not seen their shadows, and their own people have already died hundreds of people!
This kind of killing is simply unheard of!
Hiding behind a big tree, the old priest's blue veins are straight, and after a few sniffs of the probe, he suddenly points in one direction.
Looking at the girl's body that helped him, the old priest was full of hatred, and wanted to rush forward to kill the enemy!
"Where are they, where are they going to kill them..."
When he first said this, everyone faintly heard a particularly boring gunshot, and the old priest said half of the words, and suddenly stopped.
The barbarian monk next to him couldn’t hear the following. When the conditional reflection looked at him, he suddenly burst into the air and the blood rushed to the brain.
I saw that the old priest had fallen to the ground at this moment, but half of the head was flung out, leaving only the lower half of the gums and the soft tongue falling down.
It turned out that at the moment of the probe, he had been directly killed by the headshot!
But even if it is dead, the old priest's hand still points to the front, as firm as a javelin.
"what!"
The barbarian patriarch on the side saw the situation, suddenly his eyes were red, and while roaring, numerous black spikes appeared on the surface of the body.
At the same time, at the corner of his mouth, two long sharp teeth were instantly formed, and the length was more than one foot.
"I want to kill you, these beasts!"
The patriarch who had become a monster screamed and slammed on the ground like a wild boar, rushing in the direction of the bullet.
Behind him, the tribal monks also activated the blood talent, turned into a wild boar appearance, followed by rushing up.
It’s just that they are brave enough to help them resist the shooting of bullets.
At this time, the barbarian patriarch who rushed to the front was already bloody, and the blood that was constantly pouring out was full of the road of his sprint.
Countless bullets landed on him, then sneaked into his body and beat it like a rag doll.
After a few more steps, he was no longer able to move forward. After only a few swings, the huge body crashed to the ground.
After glanced at the tribe monk who was also in the pool of blood behind him, his roaring eyes were full of unwillingness and eventually faded down.
After a roar and fierce gunshots, the remaining barbarians have all fallen to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle between the forests, chasing the fish that slipped through the net.
Some barbarian people who had previously escaped bullets were dying in the woods, and their hearts were full of pain and fear.
Seeing that their own people are in the pool of blood, they are powerless, which makes the barbarians hate the Holy Dragon City at the same time they blame themselves.
They secretly vowed in their hearts that if there is a chance, they must pay for the debts of these masters.
At this moment, a blast of wind flashed, and then these barbarians saw a flash of knives.
Looking at the black armor monks carrying the blood-stained swords, they knew very well that they had no chance of revenge anymore...