fifth form

Chapter 2027: The Duality of the Slaves of the Vicious Country

For people living in peacetime in real society, it is extremely difficult to understand such things as killing people at will.

But in this world there is no one who makes the rules of peace.

Weakness is the original sin, the strong can bully the weak, and no one will reason.

Zhang Xuezhou is considered a good man in the real world, but he doesn't have many scruples when doing things in this world.

From the moment he left Zhangjiazhuang village, all the rules and constraints of real society on him had faded away.

He adapts to the world and to all the rules of this world.

If the Han Dynasty's masters were not so weak, it would not be surprising for them to find such tribes and massacre them.

Correspondingly, the masters of the evil countries fought and plundered within the territory of the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Xuezhou rarely saw vicious countries plundering in the Han territory, but the wealth and captives from these tribes did not come out of thin air.

Perhaps he made a little too much noise in Xie Hun Dayan's tent, or perhaps the situation of Nanshan Baichang and others who had been suppressed before was discovered. Zhang Xuezhou had just opened the tent of Xie Hun Dayan when he saw more than a dozen strong men outside.

As soon as he retracted his head, several feather arrows hit the thick cloth curtain, and then someone rushed in with an axe.

"Bah!"

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to exhale and speak, and the simplest deterrent and suppression of the enemy came down directly.

A fierce battle broke out in a short time.

"That demon knows magic, don't get too close, shoot him to death when he comes out!"

"Mount!"

"Light it up, dip the feather arrow in oil, light it and shoot!"

"Something must have happened to the clan leader!"

"shoot!"

……

After suppressing several strong men who rushed into the tent, there was no panic outside. Instead, there was an extremely well-trained organization that hoped to use long-range shooting, burning and other methods to deal with the strong men who attacked the tribe.

Unless one's strength reaches an extraordinary level, it is difficult for a cultivator to ignore the coordinated attack of the group.

Some people who are good at magic can be killed by long-range shots if they are not careful, no matter how sophisticated their magic is.

It is rare for someone skilled in martial arts to be able to defeat even a hundred people, let alone a thousand people.

Zhang Xuezhou was obviously no exception, and his fighting ability was not significant.

After repeatedly intimidating and suppressing the tribal warriors who rushed into the tent, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help feeling a little mentally exhausted.

His mental power was outstanding, but he was not a machine for continuous mental output, especially since he had just fought a very exhausting battle with Xie Hun Dayan, and before that he had been flying for more than a whole day.

Grabbing the bone-carving knife of Xie Hun Dayan, Zhang Xuezhou swung the knife repeatedly at the coarse cloth behind the tent.

A few points of flames penetrated into the tent, and the thick cloth tent was suddenly covered with flames.

"He's running back!"

"Kill him!"

"Captain Dongshan, you lead ten men to the left, and I will lead ten men to the right to encircle them!"

Zhang Xuezhou's figure was reflected in the firelight. The voice of the man riding a horse had just given the order to chase and kill, but the figure flashed in the brief light of the fire and then disappeared. Only the hunting dog was left roaring at the sky for a long time.

"It's crazy! The slaves of the Xiong Country are just crazy when they fight!"

If he had not personally experienced it, Zhang Xuezhou would have thought that war was just face-to-face fighting. But after facing the combined attacks of these fierce tribes, Zhang Xuezhou realized the problem that Cheng Buzhi and others were worried about.

These tribesmen don't care about the lives of their leaders and tribesmen at all. Their first thought is to kill the invaders or those who must be killed during the invasion.

Li Jiao was wanted that year, and the wooden man who served as his body on the battlefield was hit by hundreds of arrows after a short period of fighting.

These people cooperated well and were not afraid of the power of high-level monks. The nomadic people were good at riding and shooting, which gave them the advantage of being able to move as fast as the wind.

If you add the ability to kill the leader of a legion regardless of life or death, this could easily lead to the collapse of the other side's formation.

Due to various factors, it is extremely difficult to defeat the army of the evil country.

This is the feeling Zhang Xuezhou experienced that night.

His body flew into the air and then floated upwards.

When he came to a place with less wind and back from the mountain, he could not help but quickly nibble on the half lamb he brought with him, trying to restore his strength as quickly as possible so as to get away from here.

"It is dangerous to travel alone. If someone accompanies me, I won't have to rush and rush. I should use the Heavenly Clothes Transformation and the fake makeup to travel safely through this vast area!"

The territory of the Han Dynasty had many winding areas. Sometimes one only needed to fly across a mountain to save a day's detour. However, the territory of the Xiong Kingdom was an endless plain where horses could gallop freely, so flying did not save much distance.

Zhang Xuezhou personally rode his horse through Xiong Country and knew very well the length of this territory stretching from east to west.

He ate continuously, and by the time he had finished the beef leg, his stomach was already half full.

This made him stretch out his hand and touch the Heavenly Robe, and this transformable robe immediately and quickly turned into the red robe of the wizard of the Yedihe Holy Land.

Zhang Xuezhou tied his hair into a Taoist bun and touched his face again.

He currently lacks the tools to change his appearance with makeup, but it is not difficult to control the facial muscles to change his appearance. However, this kind of muscle change is subtle, and the appearance will remain the same. Once he laughs or makes other expressions, the appearance will fade away and return to normal.

Zhang Xuezhou finalized his makeup, touched his belly, and then went down the mountain again.

"Don't be so arrogant in my holy land slave tribe!"

When they were still more than a hundred meters away from the Xiehun tribe, Zhang Xuezhou shouted loudly, and the extremely standard and fluent Holy Land language floated far away with the help of magic sound technique.

The Xiehun tribe, which had been noisy and bustling at night due to the arrest of outsiders, fell silent in an instant. The sounds of people crawling and kneeling were heard continuously, and several people were riding their horses madly in the direction of the sound.

When they saw the red-robed figure coming out of the darkness, they quickly jumped off their horses and knelt down to greet him.

"Xiehunqu of the Xiehun tribe greets the honorable Master Mage!"

The sturdy man in the lead knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

In Xiong Country, the Holy Land of Yide River is the source of magic for many upper-class people, and it also truly controls the power of life and death in Xiong Country.

Any wizard from the Holy Land of Yide River who arrives at the tribe is no different from an imperial envoy.

No one knows exactly how many mages there are in the Yedihe Holy Land, but many people recognize the mage wearing the red robe in the Yedihe Holy Land.

Except for the wizards of the Yedi River Holy Land, no one else can wear this precious robe that represents power.

The rule of many tribes is to recognize the robe rather than the person. No matter which wizard comes, he will be treated with the most precious etiquette.

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou showed up, these slaves from the vicious country knelt down to greet him, even though the fire in the tribe had not yet been extinguished and the fruitless pursuit of the tribal thugs was quickly interrupted.

"Evil Hunqu, can you see the fur of the thug who destroyed the blood essence of my holy land?"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted loudly.

His voice was made using the magic of sound, and this time it had a vast and powerful effect, the sound was like rolling waves that kept reverberating and moving away.

This made many slaves tremble, even Xie Hunqu, who was kneeling in the front, had trembling hands and feet. Only a few hunting dogs were left there growling.