I have a city in another world

Chapter 632 Ambushes in the forest!

These barbarians have obviously traveled a long distance, and are now exhausted, staggering while walking.

But even so, none of them stopped to rest, they just kept gritting their teeth and persevering.

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

If there are any changes during the period, it may bring about the disaster of genocide.

An old priest with a monster's skull on his head was out of breath. With the support of a barbarian girl, he looked up and glanced at the surrounding woods.

I don't know why, since he entered this dense forest, he felt a little upset, as if something was about to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was nothing abnormal, which made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so this illusion appeared.

"Patriarch, we have been walking for five days, how long will it take to arrive?"

The priest asked in a hoarse voice to a barbarian monk beside him.

This barbarian monk is the patriarch of the tribe. He has white paint on his cheeks and a helmet made of monster teeth and bone fragments on his forehead, exuding a sturdy aura.

After hearing the old priest's question, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe thought for a while, and said in an uncertain tone: "It should take four or five days, I remember it like this!"

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

"Hey, when I was a teenager, I encountered an invasion by the monks of Loucheng, but at that time the Yaman tribe did not issue a summoning order, but ordered us to protect our respective tribes and kill the monks of Loucheng with all our strength. "

When the old priest said this, his face showed memories: "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, those Loucheng monks were all killed. Our tribe Nearly half of the warriors died!
Although there were heavy casualties, the spoils we gained were also very large. Coupled with the rewards from the Yaman tribe, our tribe quickly regained its former strength.

It didn't take long for the news of the defeat of Loucheng monks to come. It is said that there were more than 20 Loucheng monks at that time, all of whom were 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.

Unexpectedly, just after a hundred years, these damn Loucheng monks made a comeback again. It seems that they didn't kill enough! "

When the old priest said this, a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his old body seemed to stand upright suddenly, vaguely showing the demeanor of that year.

The barbarian patriarch next to him nodded slightly when he heard the words, and there was also a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

But soon he showed doubts on his face, and said to the old priest: "Since the Yaman tribe has defeated those monks in Loucheng last time, it means that these monks in Loucheng are nothing more than that, but why do they have to fight this time?" Anxious to gather all tribes?

In this way, those monks in Loucheng will be able to easily occupy our land without hindrance, and I don't know what the Yaman tribe thinks? "

Hearing the words, the old priest showed a hint of worry on his face, and shook his head slightly: "This is what I am most worried about, I am afraid that this time the monks in Loucheng are very powerful, otherwise the Yaman tribe would not be here. Appear, issue such an order!"

Glancing at the tribal monks around him, the old priest felt sour, fearing that after this battle, many young people in the tribe would not be able to return.

Just as these barbarians were walking and talking, their team had already entered the ambush area of ​​the holy dragon city monks.

The old priest, who had a worried expression before, suddenly stopped in his tracks at this moment, and then vigorously twitched his nose a few times, but his face became more and more 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 terrified, and couldn't help but clenched the weapons in their hands.

At this moment, the old priest's darkened skin suddenly turned pale and distorted, and he waved his arms rapidly.

"I smell the monks of Loucheng, this is their ambush, everyone retreat!"

Following the roar of the old priest, all the barbarian tribes immediately changed their expressions, and they all turned around to flee from this place.

But before they took a step forward, they heard a "cracking" sound in their ears, and then countless bullets passed through the branches and leaves, and fell on the bodies of these barbarians.

The screams sounded one after another, and before the barbarians figured out what happened, they began to fall to the ground in pieces, and blood spilled all over the forest path in an instant.

The old priest who first noticed the abnormality showed grief and indignation. He looked at the corpses of his tribe strewn about on the ground, and finally understood why the Yaman tribe issued the summoning order so hastily.

Compared with the monks in Loucheng a hundred years ago, the enemies this time are indeed stronger. Until now, they have not seen their shadows, and hundreds of people from my clan have died!

Such a killing speed is simply unheard of!

Hiding behind a big tree, the old priest's veins were popping out. After sniffing a few times with his probe, he suddenly pointed in one direction.

Looking at the corpse of the girl who supported him, the old priest was full of hatred, wishing 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 stopped suddenly after speaking halfway.

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

I saw that the old priest had collapsed on the ground at this moment, but half of his head was thrown out, leaving only the lower half of his gums and his soft tongue.

It turned out that at the moment when the probe was probed just now, he had been directly shot and killed by a headshot!

But even though he was dead, the hand of the old priest was still pointing forward, as firm as a javelin.

"what!"

Seeing this, the barbarian patriarch's eyes turned bloodshot immediately, and at the same time as he roared, countless black spikes appeared on the surface of his body.

At the same time, at the corner of his mouth, two sharp long teeth grew in an instant, more than a foot long.

"I'm going to kill you all, you bloody bastards!"

The patriarch who had turned into a monster roared, fell on the ground like a wild boar, and rushed towards the direction of the bullet.

Behind him, those tribal monks also activated their blood talent one after another, turned into wild boar-like appearances, and rushed up after him.

It's just their bravery, but it can't help them resist the bullets.

At this time, the barbarian patriarch who was rushing to the front was already dripping with blood, and the blood that was gushing out was soaked and sprinkled all over his sprinting path.

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

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

Glancing at the tribal monks who were also lying in a pool of blood behind him, his angry eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally dimmed quickly.

After another roar and intense gunshots, all the remaining barbarians fell to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle through the forest, chasing and killing those fish that slipped through the net.

Some barbarian tribes who had escaped the bullets before were running desperately in the woods, their hearts full of pain and fear.

Seeing his own people fell in a pool of blood, but he was powerless, which made those barbarians blame themselves, but also hated Holy Dragon City extremely.

They secretly swore in their hearts that if they had the chance, they would definitely pay with blood from these damned Loucheng monks.

At this moment, a gust of wind flashed by, and then these barbarians saw a flash of swords in front of them.

Looking at those black-armored monks holding blood-stained sabers, they knew very well that they had no chance of revenge anymore...

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