Chapter 891: hunter

The place where Chu Mo battled with the Malay masked people was just a small part of this war. Except for the attention of people nearby, no one will notice it a little further away.
However, despite this, when Chu Mo took off the mask from the mask man's head, he caught everyone's attention in this small area. The child car saw it, Yan Bo saw it, Chu Mo's other people in the team were still alive, and the barbarians around him also saw it.
Similarly, when the head of the Wu clan hunter was grabbed and lifted by Chu Mo, all the Wu clan nearby saw them one by one.
"Witch Hunting" Chu Mo stood there, holding the head of the Wu people and roaring at the barbarians nearby.
When his voice sounded, the barbarians here, one by one, immediately roared excitedly, looking at Chu Mo respectfully.
There are not many barbarians in this small area, only a few hundred people, but these hundreds of barbarians are repeating Chu Mo's words aloud at the moment.
"Hunt the Witch!"
The sound of hundreds of people fighting may not be too conspicuous on this battlefield. After all, the same voice permeates in all directions, and it is easy to confuse. But at the moment, hundreds of people made the same voice. Therefore, even on the entire battlefield, there may be slight ripples.
The location of these hundreds of people is in the south of this Uman battlefield. If you look from heaven, this huge battlefield is very chaotic at first glance, but if you look closely, you will gradually see the difference. The battlefield is roughly divided into four parts.
To the southeast and northwest, these four parts seem to be the four main war zones. They have no clear boundaries, but it can still be seen vaguely as the crowd surges.
Thousands of people are fighting in the southern theater, and death has been happening. At the end of the clan group, there was a relatively calm place where nine barbarians wearing black masks stood. Among them, surrounded and protected by an unnecessarily white-faced middle-aged man. The man was wearing a robe, his hair hung loosely, and his eyes were bright, as if deep.
He stood there, watching the battlefield in the southern theater, silent. Nine barbarous hunters around him prevented the arrival of the Wu people, so middle-aged people could calm down and feel the changes in the southern theater.
He has been standing here for a long time. It seems that from the beginning of this war, he stood here observing the barbarians and the witch, as if he was quickly learning and understanding some of the art of war. "The barbarians have been around for a long time. There is no such war. Once every ten years, the current pattern is far from comparable to the present. This is just a joke. Even a hundred years ago, and two hundred years ago, there were very few Such a war.
But now, in just a few months, it has appeared three times. The middle-aged man looked calm, looked at the clan, looked at the wretched clan, and sighed inwardly.
"There is no detailed deployment, no formation support, and no commanders around. This is a scuffle, and the only one is the individual combat of each team.
These tribe fighters are not only learning how to survive on such a battlefield, people like me are also learning how to use one battle after another to quickly master and control such a war.
Presumably, the same is true of the Wu people.
"The middle-aged man glanced at the direction of the Wu people, but at the moment he looked at it, immediately at the place where he looked, on the edge of the southern theater, hundreds of people roared at the same time, and the sound of fighting outside the battlefield buzzed.
"Witch Hunting"
"Witch Hunting"
"Hunt the Witch!"
As the sound came, it seemed to spread gradually, causing more barbarians to hear it and look away from it during the battle. The middle-aged man's eyes flickered and stared there.
"Go and see what happened at that location." He opened his mouth slowly, and a barbarian hunter stood beside him, stepping forward expressionlessly, and rushed into the battlefield crowd in an instant, where hundreds of people were heard. the sound of. Chu Mo stood there, and the barbarian's voice turned into a sound wave surrounding his ears. When he shouted, Chu Mo shook himself and appeared next to Zi Che and Yan Bo. The car had a respectful and excited expression. Yan Bo looked at Chu Mo from his lungs.
"Sir Hunter, with you there, we can gather more people. Together, our strength will be greater!" Yan Bo said excitedly.
After getting Chu Mo's nod, Yan Bo stepped forward and stood behind Chu Mo, yelling at the people around him.
"Family and friends, many people will become stronger, what are you waiting for, you see Lord Chu Mo's move, he killed the Matriarch hunter, he is the barbarian we hunted!
We got together, like five fingers holding a fist, hitting hard, killing the witch! "When Yan Bo's voice echoed, Chu Mo stepped forward and turned into a gust of wind, killing people in the Wu people. Blood and rain were flowing around. However, slowly, in this small area, there was no brutality of enemies around People soon came to Chu Mo. After a while, nearly 200 barbarians followed Chu Mo. This group of people was extremely clever in this chaotic battlefield. Chu Mo was not good at commanding. This is not what he wanted to improve. However, People are different. Yan Bo is very enthusiastic about this. Even the buggies have some talents. Under the organization of the two of them, a barbarian team of nearly 200 people, such as a spear, swept across the southern theater and moved forward. Chu Mo, right in front of them, Chu Mo's will and momentum affected all the followers behind him, making the team, where it passed, the fastest storm to kill the Wu people.
In this scattered battlefield, no one is absolutely safe. People will subconsciously choose a large number of groups close to themselves. This subconscious behavior makes the team of Chu Mo continue to have barbarism in the constant killing and movement. People join in.
In addition, this has a lot to do with the roar during Yan Bo. In the roar, people were constantly told that Chu Mo defeated the Wu people and became barbaric hunters. In addition, Chu Mo fought in front of him with indifferent eyes and firm eyes. All this and the white mask hanging on his waist are enough to prove that everything Yan Bo has experienced is true.
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Their number is increasing. As dusk passed, the roar of green mist in the sky became more intense, and the number of barbarians behind Chu Mo had reached 400.
These people include soldiers in the Dragon City, believers in the Haidong Sect, members of the Tianhan Sect, and people from various tribes in the Chen Nan region who came to the war.
They come from all over the world and may not have known each other before today, but in this battle, they were forged by the flesh and blood into a friendship on the battlefield. This is a friendship that shouts together, bleeds together, and kills together!
For the entire battlefield, the southern theater is only a part, and for the southern theater, Chu Mo, a few hundred people, is only a part and a small part.
However, it is extremely surprising that this small part of the force broke out at this moment. During the battle, they carried out a familiar replacement under the control of Yan Bo and Zi Che. Therefore, everyone has a rest time, and everyone has a safe time, so that the team's combat effectiveness has reached its strongest.
Every afternoon, the people behind them are very at ease, because behind them, there are their comrades!
Comrades, a word that beats clan friends on the battlefield! In addition, the eyes of these people gradually became firm, and the killing gradually became sharp and fearless. For them, this is a more important existence, that is the hunter Chu Mo, he always stands at the forefront and never rests! Chu Mo has always been there, at the forefront, such as the tip of this team, is killing each other. Every step he takes forward represents the team behind him, which is also a step forward.
He is not good at commanding and does not have much words, but his existence is the soul of the 400-person team, because what he brings to others is a will, a will to move forward and fearlessly!
This will is more important than Yan Bo's order. This is the driving force behind hundreds of people. As long as Chu Mo is still on the front line, every barbarian who is alive after the battle will follow without hesitation!
This is a battlefield, a place that does not need to think by oneself, does not need class struggle, does not need to think too much, and does not even need to think.
Here, the only thing needed is such a will. If you have such a will, in the eyes of others, it is a flame in the night, it can shine around and attract people to follow you!
In the continuous fighting of the Chu Mo team, middle-aged men in the relatively quiet southern theater always looked at Chu Mo with bright eyes.
Behind him, there is a barbarian hunter wearing a black mask, speaking with a deep voice.
"His name is Chu Mo. He just killed a Malay hunter and became a barbarian hunter. Their number is about 400. If he does not die, the number of people in this group will increase."
"Will. I understand!" The middle-aged man's eyes became brighter and brighter. Because of the Chu Mo incident, he thought of a brutal method of fighting.
"He can't die!" The middle-aged man said suddenly.
"If the arrangement continues, you will separate the four and let him stand in front of me." When the white middle-aged man came out, the nine masked barbarian hunters around him immediately stood out of the four.
When four people were about to go to Chumo, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his hand. These four people walked well. They are barbarian hunters, which seems irrelevant. Even if they are asked to protect middle-aged people, even middle-aged people are good at cultivation.
However, nine of them belong to this battlefield and should be killed on the battlefield to refine their thoughts. Therefore, even if they are now asked to guard the middle-aged people, nine of them are still indifferent.
"Wait a minute, don't bring him back, you wait to find someone and tell Chu Mo that in the life of my southern theater commander Zhou De, let him take his team there, no matter what method, In this land, plug this thing! "The middle-aged man said, his right hand raised a finger in the distance, and then a black cone appeared, handing it to a cold man walking behind him hunter.
The hunter took the object, instead of embracing boxing and respect, he turned and shook directly, walking towards the crowd on the battlefield.
Middle-aged people don't mind the hunter's actions. He knew that these people were the strongest among the barbaric soldiers. They really shouldn't be here, but on the battlefield.
"However, you do n’t know that the rapid growth of the commander-in-chief of the four theaters selected by Tianlan City is the key to this war. Once you have enough qualified commanders, many barbarians will die less ... …
The middle-aged man shook his head and looked at the southern theater, Chu Mo.
At present, only Chu Mo in the southern theater is worthy of attention. He hopes the Chu Mo team will find more advantages and disadvantages. Chu Mo is in the front, and a team of more than 400 people is in the back. The crowd rushed in all directions. Chu Mo's clothes were dyed red again and again during the bloodshed. His eyes were covered with blood. Congestion is not because of madness, but because of fatigue.
It is getting late now, but the war is still going on. I don't know when it will continue, maybe at night or tomorrow.
Barbarians are still pouring in from Tianlan City and Maori from the rear. If Chu Mo took an endless step and the black light flashed around him, then the Malay youth in front of him immediately had a wound between his eyebrows. When he fell directly to the ground and died, the black light returned to Chu Mo and fell on his shoulder. It is that strange stick snake.
The snake lay there, looking around alertly. The ferocious feeling of the snake made the Chu Mo team dare not approach the Wu people.
Others are surprised, but no one knows why. Only Chu Mo knew that it was all because of this strange stick snake. As for what it is, Chu Mo has many guesses, but no answer.
But he knew it must be extraordinary.
Just as Chu Mo was about to move forward, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the location of Tianlan City. In the killing crowd in that position, he saw a barbarian hunter wearing a black mask, walking step by step from the crowd. Whenever he meets the Wu clan, he will shoot in viciously.
Even if this person appears on the battlefield without wearing a mask, he will be very conspicuous, because he has a will, this will is the motivation, this is not Chu Mo's indomitable spirit, but a vicious meaning. When looking at the people in Chu Mo, the barbarian hunter also saw Chu Mo. The two are separated by hundreds of feet, but for the barbarian hunter, the distance of hundreds of feet is only a momentary distance.
As it approached step by step, his team watched the arrival of the barbarian hunters respectfully around Chu Mo.
"You are qualified to be a member of my tribe's hunter!" This is the first sentence that the coming person said to Chu Mo.
"Zhou Shuai in the southern theater received the order, and you bring the person you belong to here!" The man's words, one finger away, the place pointed to, was a marginal position at the end of the battlefield. There are more than one hundred feet of beasts. Around those beasts, there are hundreds of Maori people.
Even there, there is a huge beast floating in mid-air, staring at the battlefield of the earth. This is a very quiet place, there are thousands of feet around, and no barbarians can be seen. Chu Mo can only see here, he can't see who else exists in the Wu people, but looking at the people who did not participate in the war, they looked at the battlefield from a distance, as if they were protecting something inside.
"There, no matter what method you use, you have to plug it in, and you can't go alone," Zhou Shuai emphasized. "Let you go with your team!" The barbarian hunter threw him The article turned around and left, hitting Chu Mo with a heavy blow.
Although he is indifferent from beginning to end, as a hunter, he has a strong will and can worship him with his fists. In addition to the absolute strong, he can only be their companion.
Only hunters can win the respect of hunters!