Lord Roar

Chapter 106 The Phantom of the Lonely City
"Aren't these barbarians all very brave and good at fighting, so they just ran away?" A giant shield player with triangular eyes saw that he was getting farther and farther away from Gart, and quickly raised his buttocks and straightened his waist.

"Hey, who said it wasn't, we have eaten so much yellow sand." Another giant human shield kicked a piece of gravel away and said, "Who are we scaring? We are just little soldiers. When we go back, the red If Lord Yi Bishop blames him, he will also punish Commander Gart."

"The camp is so big, when will it be found?"

"Let's find a shelter from the wind and rest for a while."

The other giant shield hand nodded and pointed to a pile of rocks next to it. The two walked over together and sat on it leisurely.

The triangular-eyed giant shield stretched its hands, looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "Let me tell you, let Master Cass set a fire and burn this place down, what else are you looking for!"

Another companion next to him was just about to answer the call, but suddenly found that his mouth was covered by someone, and just wanted to struggle, but the next second, the scene in front of him turned into darkness.

The giant shield hand with a pair of triangular eyes realized that he hadn't heard any response from his companion. He turned his head and looked at the position where his companion was just now. Unexpectedly, he saw a large face full of evil spirits and yellow oil paint on his face. Face.

"Hey, brother." Allen put his left hand around his neck and grabbed him, and made a fierce uppercut with his right hand, making a sound like hitting a broken sack. The giant shield hand felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Before the giant shield hand could react, he felt his abdomen was tossed, and he almost passed out without pain. Just as he wanted to shout, his mouth was covered by the other party.

"Where is the Master Cass you mentioned just now?"

This giant shield hand with triangular eyes is considered tall among human beings, but unfortunately in the opponent's hands, he has no power to fight back. The opponent's big hand almost crushed his chin. How can he cover himself? Mouth, it is clear that he wants to crush his own face.

The giant shield hand pointed to the outside of the camp in horror.

Allen looked in the direction, secretly thinking that it's a pity that the other party is too far away, and there are too many human warriors and warriors from the Lion tribe gathering there on the way, it is really difficult to start.

With a sound of "gaba", Allen's right hand, which was covering the opponent's mouth, moved down slightly, pinched the opponent's larynx with a little force, and the giant shield hand seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body, his eyes no longer had any look, and his eyes were soft. fell down.

Allen tore up a tattered tent, wrapped the other party's body hastily, and hid it under the stone pile.

Seeing that no one noticed anything abnormal around him, and Alan, who was hiding in the dark, kept looking around with his eyes until he found a human warrior taking off his pants in the corner not far away. It seemed that the other party was about to relieve himself. one time.

The human warrior held his trousers with his left hand, and a dagger with a strange shape in his right hand, and a light blue light was blooming on the dagger.

Allen laughed and said, "It's just you, you never forget to show off your fighting spirit when you urinate, and you are coquettish enough. A mere second-level fighting spirit fighter is even more flirtatious than that boy Sacre."

Allen, who was slowly crawling over, saw that he was less than two meters away from the opponent's back, and the human warrior who was still standing peeing suddenly turned his head as if he had noticed something.

Allen secretly thought that he was indeed a fighting spirit fighter, as if he had eyes behind his back.

However, he wanted to return to his thoughts, and his body reacted quickly. He stared hard at his legs, and he rushed over.

Before the vindictive warrior could turn around, Alan stuck to his back, holding the opponent's face with both hands, and wrestling with both arms, the vindictive warrior's head turned more than half a circle, his eyes stared at Ai strangely. Lun was no longer alive, and the dagger in his hand began to become dim and fell to the ground.

Allen put the corpse down, picked up the dagger on the ground, looked down at the corpse with half of his trousers off, and said with a bah: "It's just such a small thing, you dare to take it out and make a fool of yourself, damn it."

Allen, who had just picked up the dagger, suddenly heard a voice behind him.

A human warrior yelled at Allen's back: "What are you doing?"

"Whoosh!" The dagger pierced the brow of this unlucky ghost with a piercing sound.

"Scared me." Allen hurriedly watched in private, but fortunately, no one was around, and no one noticed the sound just now in the distance.

Walking over and pulling out the dagger from the opponent's head, secretly thinking that he was too careless, Alan smirked, arousing the barbarian battle ring under his feet, like a ghost, and quickly hid in the dark, looking for the target.

After stepping on the barbarian battle ring, Allen obviously felt that his body's various skills have been greatly improved. Whether it is the five senses or physical reactions, it has greatly exceeded the usual state.

This feeling is very strange, it is different from the seemingly inexhaustible strength of Long Lijia's body behind him, but the sharpness of the pure facial features.

Allen, like a ghost, wanders in the dark, constantly attacking and killing these unsuspecting human warriors.

"It seems that I was too talented to go to the machine gun company. I should go to the reconnaissance company." Allen stepped on the barbarian battle ring, his body was stained with blood, and the dagger in his hand was also covered with gaps.

This barbarian battle ring is really a good thing. If I had the physical fitness before, I would have been tired and lay down. Allen looked down at his feet and shook the blood on the dagger.

He didn't even bother to count how many enemies he had killed. For all the enemies who gathered together within three people, wherever he could see, he was full of anger, and he didn't leave a single one alive.

It's a pity that he didn't meet any single lion tribe warriors, and he didn't dare to act rashly without the certainty of a one-hit kill, lest he startle the snake.

But he kept staring at the group of unusually tall lion tribe warriors, full of anger.

Sometimes, the hatred brought about by the betrayal of the same kind is better than the aggression of foreign races. Although Allen is not a complete barbarian in the wilderness, he still deeply feels the hatred deep in his heart.

The Bloodhoof Tribe can be said to be the first group he feels warm in this world. Different from the lonely outpost county castle, the Bloodhoof Tribe is like a family. Whether it is him as the chief of the entire tribe or the big As a member of the family, he would not allow these hateful invaders to trample on his homeland at will.

The scene of the Bloodhoof tribe accepting him at the beginning is vivid, and the faces of every tribe member are also engraved in their hearts. If there were no invaders, those lovely faces might still be living in this wasteland without any worries.

If time could be turned back and God gave him another chance to choose, Allen would never lead the crowd to rob the business group under the name of the cardinal, let alone offend an opponent who could not afford to provoke now.

But it's too late to say anything now, the seeds of hatred have already been planted, and it has grown into a towering tree. In the days to come, either you die or I live.

Since you have stepped into our home with the idea of ​​not leaving any chickens and dogs behind, don't blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless.

Maybe this group of giant shield fighters and fighting spirit fighters just obeyed orders and were not behind the scenes, but Allen knew that if these enemies encountered unarmed tribesmen today, they would definitely kill the killer without mercy.

Allen was also a soldier who resolutely obeyed orders. He didn't ask why the enemy was, but only asked where the enemy was.

As a blood-stained killing tool in the hands of those in power, it is inevitable to be stained with innocent blood. Since you are also a soldier who obeys orders, you must be prepared to be retaliated by the enemy.

Looking at the scattered enemies in the distance, it seems that the number of companions around is decreasing, and they slowly gather together with suspicious faces, and call out the names of several companions from time to time.

Alan, who didn't know how many enemies he had killed quietly, the barbarian battle ring under his feet became more and more dim, and the high-intensity loss of physical strength made his head ache.

After calculating the time, Du Fu's side should have already prepared, and the hidden tribe fighters should show up to attract firepower.

Allen took a deep breath and tried to keep his breathing steady. After a while, he disappeared into the dark again, moving towards the back of the camp.

Johnny, who had gathered most of the tribal warriors, saw that these useless human warriors had been busy for a long time without finding anything, and the look of contempt on his face became more and more serious.

Waving his hand, he called a soldier and asked, "Did the investigation come out?"

A warrior from the Lion tribe next to him walked over and said to him respectfully: "The investigation came out, they should have retreated to the south direction, and they are carrying so many things, I believe they can't go fast."

Johnny sniffed his nose and always felt a familiar smell in the air. After a while, he remembered that it was the smell of blood. Yes, for him, the smell of blood couldn't be more familiar.

He looked around guardedly for a while, but Johnny found nothing, so he nodded, and said to the soldiers who were still waiting for his order: "Just know the general direction, inform the group of humans, gather all the soldiers, and prepare Chase."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a heart-piercing scream from the back of the camp. This scream shocked all the human soldiers at a loss, and they all looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a guy covered in blood all over his body, standing there alone, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, reflecting a blood-red radiance, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun set him off like Apollo, the god of war , it is unbearable to look directly at.

Kicking the corpse of a giant shield hand away, Allen looked contemptuously, and hooked his fingers in the direction of Johnny.

(End of this chapter)