Chapter 632 Ambush in the forest!


Chapter 632: Ambush in the forest!

These barbarians had obviously traveled a long distance, and were now exhausted and staggering as they walked.

But even so, no one stopped to rest, they just kept gritting their teeth and persisting.

Whether it was the order issued by the Yaman tribe or the sense of crisis brought by the Loucheng monks, they did not dare to stay for a moment and just wanted to rush to the valley where the Yaman tribe was located in the shortest possible time. .

If anything happens during this period, it may lead to genocide.

A priest with an old face and a monster skull on his head was panting. With the support of a barbarian girl, he raised his head and glanced at the surrounding woods.

I don’t know why, but since he entered this dense forest, he has felt a little upset, as if something was going to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was no abnormality, which made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so he had this illusion.

“Chief, we have been walking for five days, how long does it take before we arrive?”

The priest asked a barbarian monk next to him with a hoarse voice.

This barbarian monk is the leader of the tribe. He has white paint on his cheeks and a helmet made of monster teeth and bone fragments on his forehead. He exudes a strong aura.

After hearing the old priest's inquiry, the leader of the barbarian tribe thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone: "It should be four or five days, I remember it is like this!"

The old priest nodded, turned his head and glanced at the people behind him, and sighed slightly.

“Hey, when I was a boy, I encountered an invasion by Loucheng monks. However, the Yaman tribe did not issue a summons at that time. They just ordered us to protect our respective tribes and at the same time, use all our strength to protect our tribes. Kill the Loucheng monks.”

The old priest said this with a look of recollection: "At that time, all the warriors of our tribe were dispatched and ambushed a group of Loucheng monks by a big river. After a big battle, all those Loucheng monks were killed. We Nearly half of the tribe’s warriors died!

Although there were heavy casualties, the loot harvested was also huge, and coupled with the rewards from the Yaman tribe, our tribe quickly regained its former strength.

Not long after, news came that the Loucheng monks had been defeated. It was said that there were more than 200,000 Loucheng monks at that time, and they were all ambushed and killed by the Yaman tribe!

That time, our barbarians won the victory, and only then did we have a peaceful time for the next hundred years.

I didn’t expect that just after a hundred years, these damn Loucheng monks would come back again. It seems that they didn’t kill enough at the beginning! "

When the old priest said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his old body seemed to stand upright suddenly, and the style of that year was vaguely visible.

The barbarian clan leader next to him also nodded slightly when he heard this, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes as well.

But soon he looked puzzled and said to the old priest: "Since the Yaman tribe defeated those Loucheng monks last time, it means that these Loucheng monks are nothing more than that. But why are we anxious for all the tribes to gather together this time?

In this way, those Loucheng monks will be able to easily occupy our land without any hindrance. I don’t know who this Yaman tribe is. What do you think? "

When the old priest heard this, he looked worried, shook his head slightly and said: "This is also what I am most worried about. I am afraid that this time the monks in Loucheng will be very powerful, otherwise the Yaman tribe will not be able to defeat them. Will these Loucheng monks issue such an order as soon as they appear?"

Glancing at the tribal monks around him, the old priest felt sour in his heart. He was afraid that after this battle, many young people in the tribe would be affected. There's no way they can come back.

While these barbarians were walking and talking, their team had entered the ambush area of ​​the monks from Holy Dragon City.

The old priest, who had a worried look on his face before, suddenly stopped at this moment, and then twitched his nose vigorously a few times, but his face became increasingly ugly.

Seeing this, everyone on the side looked at the old priest curiously, wanting to ask what happened.

But when they saw the change in the old priest's expression, they were all frightened and couldn't help but clenched the weapons in their hands.

At this moment, the old priest's originally black skin suddenly became pale and twisted, and his arms were waving rapidly.

"I smell the scent of the Loucheng monks. This is their ambush circle. Everyone, please retreat quickly!"

With the roar of the old priest, all the barbarian tribesmen immediately changed their expressions and stood together. Turn around to escape from this place.

But before they could take a step forward, they heard a sudden "crackling" sound in their ears, and then countless bullets passed through the branches and leaves and fell on these barbarians.

Screams rang out one after another. Before the barbarians could figure out what was happening, they began to fall to the ground in pieces, and blood instantly covered the forest path. The old priest who first discovered the abnormality had a look of grief and anger on his face. Looking at the corpses of his tribe members scattered on the ground, he finally understood why the Yaman tribe issued the summons order in such a hurry.

Compared with the Loucheng monks a hundred years ago, the enemies this time are indeed stronger. Until now, hundreds of my own people have died before I even saw their shadow!

Such a killing speed is simply unheard of!

Hiding behind a big tree, the old priest's veins popped out. After sniffing hard for a few times, he suddenly pointed in a direction.

Looking at the corpse of the girl who was supporting him, the old priest's face was full of hatred, and he wished he could rush forward and kill the enemy!

"Where are they? Where are they? Go and kill them..."

As soon as he said this, everyone vaguely heard a particularly dull gunshot, and the old priest suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

The barbarian monk next to him couldn't hear what was going on. When he looked at him reflexively, his eyes suddenly bulged and blood rushed to his head.

I saw that the old priest had collapsed to the ground at this moment, but half of his head was blown away, leaving only the lower half of his gums and his soft and hanging tongue.

It turns out that at the moment when he poked his head in, he had already been killed with a direct headshot!

But even though he was dead, the old priest's hand still pointed forward, as firmly as a javelin.

"Ah!"

When the barbarian leader on the side saw this, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and while he roared, countless black spikes appeared on the surface of his body.

At the same time, two sharp teeth suddenly grew out of the corners of his mouth, which were more than a foot long.

“I’m going to kill you all, you damn beasts!”

The patriarch, who had turned into a monster, roared and lay on the ground like a wild boar, shooting at the bullets. The direction rushed away.

Behind him, the tribal monks also activated their bloodline talents, transformed into wild boar-like appearances, and rushed forward after him.

It’s just their bravery, but it can’t help them withstand bullets.

At this time, the barbarian leader who was rushing at the front was already covered in blood, and the blood that kept pouring out filled the path he was sprinting on.

Countless bullets fell on him and then penetrated his body, beating him like a rag doll.

After running a few more steps, he could no longer move forward. After swaying a few times, his huge body collapsed to the ground.

Glancing at the tribal monk behind him who was also lying in a pool of blood, his glaring eyes were full of unwillingness, and eventually dimmed quickly.

After another burst of roaring and fierce gunfire, the remaining barbarians had all fallen to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle through the forest, chasing those fish that slipped through the net.

Some of the barbarian tribesmen who had escaped the bullets earlier were now running for their lives in the woods, their hearts filled with pain and fear.

Seeing his own people lying in a pool of blood, but being unable to do anything about it, the barbarians not only blamed themselves, but also hated the Holy Dragon City extremely.

They secretly swore in their hearts that if there was a chance, they would pay with the blood of these damn Loucheng monks.

At this moment, a gust of wind flashed past, and then these barbarians saw a flash of swords in front of their eyes.

Looking at the black-armored monks carrying blood-stained swords, they knew very well that they had no chance of revenge...

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