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Chapter 119: 0118

"You do not deserve……"

Tu Zhanwa clutched his chest tightly, crouched down with a mace, his gray pupils trembled slightly, and fear was pouring out of the wound uncontrollably.

"No, you can't die here!"

The thick fog gathered again, first occupying the heart, and then blindfolded the eyes.

Tu Zhanwa fell into hallucinations.

He couldn't see anything anymore, he instinctively let go of his weapon, and clasped his hands to prevent the wound from opening. The chill brought by the wind and snow was constantly covering his back.

There was a lot of shouting and killing, and many footsteps approached quickly.

The result of the duel had come out, and the morale was reversed in an instant. The Thorn Kaya troops and the Qi Bing apostles intertwined together, the arrows poured down like rain, and the riders' mounts trembled as they stepped on the high slope.

"People from southern Xinjiang," Tu Zhanwa said angrily, "can't kill me."

With a loud roar, the fog in front of his eyes dissipated, and then he was stunned—there were all Qi Bing apostles in front of him, and the city breakers ran past him, all looking at him in disbelief.

"I... am I running away?"

Tu Zhanwa's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to move his eyes.

He didn't know when he turned around, but the feeling of the collapse of faith made his soul ache.

The Qi Bing apostles savagely knocked him away.

From the moment Tu Zhanwa tried to escape, he completely lost his status as the boss of the city breaker, and his name will always be cast aside.

"No, I didn't betray my oath, I just can't die in his hands!"

Just as Tu Zhanwa was about to continue his argument, he heard a familiar voice.

"We don't fear, we don't choose, we don't avoid..." Beile Tieya turned down the bull sheep in despair. "Fate chose you, why?"

Tu Zhanwa couldn't answer, the vicissitudes of his face had turned pale.

"Southern Xinjiang people, no."

He struggled out a few phrases.

At this time, the dense fog that indicated the fate has all faded away, and the anger is rising—unwillingness, resentment, and violence.

Tu Zhanwa seemed to feel energy again, he thought that these emotions of his had already been exhausted by countless slaughters.

"Coward, stand trial!"

He heard the thunderous roar, so he turned his head in a daze, and saw the person he least wanted to see at this time.

Gong Kaduo Neijiao.

The notorious bandit in the northern border, the mossy badger on his crotch is the spoils of a robbery of the [Silent Valley Beast Squad]. He has been looking forward to becoming a leader since the day he was the city breaker.

"As you wish, I'm here to get it now!"

As Luo Kaduo galloped past, he suddenly swung the blood-stained long knife in his hand.

"what--"

Tu Zhanwa fell down with his head held high.

His right eye was instantly covered in bright red, and the horrific wound extended to his scalp. He completely lost his vision, and his whole body began to be attacked.

Luokaduo Neijia's supporters were stepping on the body of the former leader.

Tu Zhanwa gritted his teeth and prostrated himself on the ground, the wound on his chest that was scratched by the battle ax began to feel cold, and the surrounding soil was soaked in blood gurgling.

"Stop struggling!"

Belle Iron Fang's tone was dejected.

He has been following Tu Zhanwa since he left Huosser, and his mind is full of the heroic figure of the boss who is not afraid of death.

"give up!"

He really couldn't accept that the man in his impression curled up on the ground in a meek way.

"No... no."

A weak voice came.

"It can't be him!"

Tu Zhanwa moved his head with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes looked at the young man holding the battle ax across the battlefield.

[Mission: Leader]

【Progress: 0/1】

[This group of lacquered ice apostles is like a pan of loose sand, killing their leader before they can fully condense. 】

As soon as Ken received the mission, he saw a strong man riding a moss badger jumping from the dead soldiers into the center of the battlefield.

"Everyone, enjoy the carnival and face your death!"

Luo Kaduo Nei Zhu swung his machete like crazy, and his iron armor covered with spikes protected him.

The Qi Bing apostles also began to move closer in this direction, as if they were going to launch an offensive again!

Ken threw out [Dawn and Twilight], blocking the deadly attack for the wolf rider.

He stretched out his hands to pull up [Lontz] and [Winter Mother Warrior]. Time was running out, and it was too late to heal his subordinates' injuries completely, but every time Heila was rescued, a node in the battle formation could be stabilized.

Luo Kaduo raised his machete, straddled the moss badger and rushed towards this side!
Ken could see the marauder's temperament in the opponent.

this lunatic...

Is he the [leader] mentioned in the mission? Is this person qualified to command an entire formation?
All kinds of doubts came to mind.

He couldn't help looking into the distance:
Tu Zhanwa was lying in the mud, and the falling snow seemed to be his last comfort.

Ken felt that this enemy had more qualities of a leader.

Neither the experience points nor the remarks came out, but Tu Zhanwa's chest injury should be enough to kill him.

"We should be able to hold off the charge."

Quema said.

"Wait a minute," Ken said with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Replace that person, he gives me a very different feeling."

"You're right."

Kuima is a native of Palotusbi, who grew up listening to various rumors.

"The brothers were all terrified before, but we didn't expect that we would meet an escaped Ice Apostle, which would eliminate the fear in the team."

Ken gave orders to those around him.

Everyone moved after hearing the news.

The winter mother warrior led the wolf riders to stop [gongkaduo·neizhen].

On the other hand, Langz held the stone stick and charged at [Tu Zhanwa] who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, Gao Po was covered by a roar, and the loud noise of bombing eardrums made everyone hold their heads and frown.

[Secret Technique: Blood Roar]

The Wasteland Frostbear started to riot. It charged and blocked Tu Zhanwa with several arrowheads on its back.

Its wound quickly solidified and scabbed, and its already huge body was still expanding. This unnatural magic appeared, and its blood was rising like the previous werewolf.

"Damn it, this guy actually has a curse, who is making the monster?"

The consequences of letting Frost Bear go are unimaginable.

Ken could only give up his command, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, together with Langz to block the out-of-control beast.

Bang, bang!
The frost bear's claws hit the deformed shield, and Langz's arm suddenly cracked.

He groaned, gritted his teeth and retreated, and beat the giant beast's knuckles into depressions with the [slab-stained stone stick].

Ken understood, pulled out his battle axe, and swung it at the monster—several blade fighters took this opportunity to bypass the frost bear.

They had a clear goal, avoided the Apostles of Qi Bing, and had no intention of fighting at all.

Tu Zhanwa gritted his teeth, but failed to find a trace of resistance in his numb body.

He watched helplessly as the Blademasters charged forward, a spear stabbing him.

Ding!
A hunting hook protruded from the chaos, and the steel spire quivered.

Tu Zhanwa heard the neighing of the male pier sheep—Baile Iron Fang stood in front of him.

The most superstitious follower wavered at last.

After the Freelancer missed his hand, he quickly tightened his horse and turned around.

They are the surviving villagers of Thornton Kaya. With years of tacit understanding, they have become the most flexible fighters in Ken's team.

This lacquered ice apostle is also not simple - the hunting hook is a rare weapon, and Bel Iron Fang has mastered it very well.

The two sides fought staggeredly.

In high-frequency fights, his slightly clumsy riding skills are also fully exposed.

Two spears were staggered and inserted between the hooves of the male pier sheep.

Baylor Iron Fang instantly lost his balance.

He flew out of the mount in a violent shaking, and fell heavily on the frozen soil of the wasteland.

　In August, I wish the book friends a smooth life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)