My players are so cruel

Chapter 55 The Tragic Past
As a result, a very strange combination appeared on the plain of the ghost race.

At the front of the line was a headless skeleton with a pair of huge white bone arms hanging down.

Behind it hung 5 human players covered in a layer of ghost fog and looking around.

After leaving the Li Gui tribe, the Headless Nether General has not spoken again, and none of Zi Xiaofeng and the others made a sound to break this quiet tacit understanding.

It's really unbelievable.

Han Xiaoye complained frantically in the team information,
"Boss, I feel like we're playing with fire.

This guy doesn't seem very reliable, this attribute can only be regarded as a BOSS, and he wants to attack the other two tribes.

It sounds unbelievable, Li Gui tribe is not as good as the Ghost Ya and Hetu Gui tribe in his mouth, where does he get the courage?

You must know that this guy was directly suppressed under the altar by the Li Gui tribe. "

Han Xiaoye approached suspiciously to ask about the situation, and He Xiaoyao and the others frantically hinted.

What are you doing, this guy, this headless ghost general doesn't know what kind of temperament he is, so he gets close to him.

However, Han Xiaoye didn't care at all, and patted the headless Nether General's huge arm bone.

"Brother, what kind of grudge does the Li Gui tribe have against you?"

Headless Nether General suddenly stopped walking slowly, Zi Xiaofeng and the others were so nervous that they immediately picked up their weapons.

"Don't panic, I'm not interested in you."

Its skeletal abdominal cavity was vocal, full of disdain.

"The soul fire is so weak that I can't see it, I don't even bother to expend such effort. You guys were kicked out by the tribe, right?"

Han Xiaoye smiled embarrassingly, taking it as an acquiescence.

Everyone also nodded in cooperation, indicating that they are garbage, rookies, and want to hear stories from the boss.

From the headless Nether General's slow narration, Zi Xiaofeng and the others learned the truth of the matter.

It turns out that the current decline of the ghost race is the sequelae caused by the war that the ghoul allied forces invaded the human race 400 years ago.

The ghost clan suffered tens of millions of casualties and lost too much vitality, which led to the royal court fighting for power, splitting the tribes, and the lowest tribe was suffering unspeakably.

The Headless Nether General was once the Asura ghost general of the Asura clan, one of the six royal families.

In the war 400 years ago, it survived with the strength of a war spirit.

But when he was about to escape from Xianyang, the capital of the king, his head was chopped off with an axe by a red-eyed human war king.

If it weren't for the fact that the Asuras had the means to save their lives, the strength of the battle ax would have completely left it behind.

But it also paid a price for this, and its strength directly dropped from the war spirit level to the general level.

As for the Li ghost tribe, it met when it fled back to the ghost clan realm.

When Headless Xuan Ming mentioned the Li Gui tribe, it was so angry that it hammered the ground with a pair of giant arms.
"This group of humble and inferior tribes took advantage of my injury to attack me!
The old ghost Li Qiu sacrificed nearly half of his clan, and wanted to seal me in their clan's soul fire altar, doing such a thing for his descendants.

Instead of fighting with the human race, hiding in the base camp, how dare you blaspheme the king's blood!

No matter where they migrate, I must slaughter his entire tribe!
This enmity is irreconcilable! "

Han Xiaoye stepped aside a long time ago, seeing this stupid big man going crazy there, he felt a little distressed.

"This guy managed to escape from the hands of our King of War, and instead of dying in the capital of the human race, he was actually detained by his own family.

It was still regarded as a high-class animal by the Li Gui tribe and used him to extract blood. "

There was also a neat row of replies in the team channel.

"It hurts."

"Distressed +1!"

"It's really distressing, it's too miserable, but his king's blood sounds very valuable."

When the style of painting came to Meng Xiaodou, it became weird.

Everyone looked at the Headless Nether General with a tinge of scorching heat.

"Its strength is only at the soldier level now. It must have lost its strength over the long years. We will get the mission props later. We can hehe."

"hey-hey."

Han Xiaoye shook his head, and walked towards the headless General Xuanming alone.

"Hey, a bunch of beasts are so inhumane, don't you see how pitiful they are?

They were all beheaded and betrayed by their own people as nourishment,

Alas, you are simply morally degraded and the world is going downhill. "

Meng Xiaodou blushed a little at what he said.

"Then let's do our job well."

Who knew that the others had their hands behind their backs, looking like they were watching a good show.

Seeing Meng Xiaodou feeling guilty and confused, He Xiaoyao covered her mouth and snickered,
"Meng Xiaodou children's shoes, you don't know Han Xiaoye too well."

As expected, Han Xiaoye lived up to their expectations, and walked straight to the headless Nether General who had calmed down.

"Master Ghost General, this Li ghost tribe is really abominable, they are simply moths of our ghost tribe!"

The headless ghost will slowly turn around,
"Do you think they're too much, too?"

Han Xiaoye said indignantly,

"Isn't it? They deserve to exterminate the clan!

By the way, that, Mr. Ghost General, what can they do with your royal blood? "

Headless Xuanming replied subconsciously,
"Of course it is to squeeze into the ruins of the ghosts, get it."

Oh~ so it is.

Myriad ghost relics!

The eyes of the five people lit up instantly.

This is exclusive news!

Headless Nether General suddenly realized that something was wrong, and looked at Han Xiaoye warily.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing that he was tightly locked, Han Xiaoye said anxiously,
"My lord, you forgot, we belong to the Ghost Crow Tribe, the Myriad Ghost Ruins, in fact, we can do it too.

Anyhow, large-scale tribes always have this background, you know.

I thought they used the king's blood for other purposes, so I asked. "

Reminded by Han Xiaoye, Headless Youming nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right, you crows desperately sent the clan daughters to the royal court in exchange for royal blood.

Look at your appearance, you are obviously a crow, but you still have to pretend to be a human to please those old men with special hobbies. "

Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the ghost general no longer poured his murderous aura on him.

Fortunately, the Ghost Crow tribe is strong.

Even if it was sold in exchange for her daughter, at least there will always be some.

It is impossible to deny people's efforts to climb up.

Han Xiaoye made up the picture of a bone crow enjoying himself in the arms of the big skull, and goose bumps all over his body.

He then shook his head violently, shaking these thoughts out of his head.

Why do I have to brainstorm this stuff!
Han Xiaoye then smiled awkwardly, his expression well managed.

"Of course it's not as good as your royal family. Lord Ghost General, can you tell us more about the relics of the ghosts? We don't understand them in this small place, so can you tell us?"

This flattery instantly gave Headless Nether General the feeling of returning to the royal court.

That kind of determined posture immediately picked up.

"Even if you belong to the Ghost Crow Tribe, with your current strength, you will not be able to obtain such resources."

Seeing Han Xiaoye's unwillingness to give up,
It said with a mocking tone,
"I'll tell you when I'm in a good mood when I flatten the two little clans of Guiyahetugui.

It is your honor to fight with a royal family like mine. "

"That's natural. I wish you all the best, and we can also enjoy the glory."

Han Xiaoye had a sincere and bright smile on his face, as if he was so moved that he was about to cry.

Seeing the headless Nether General felt uncomfortable, he muttered in a low voice,

"No wonder they all said that there is no distinction between men and women in the Ghost Crow Tribe."

Han Xiaoye gave him a thumbs up and smiled,
"Sand sculpture of Sima."

The Headless Nether General asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

Han Xiaoye kept smiling,
"Master Ghost General, this is the way our Ghost Crow Tribe greets you, it's a compliment to you."

Headless General Xuanming looked at the smile on Han Xiaoye's face, and immediately nodded his head approvingly.

"Then you are also a sand sculpture of Sima!"

Han Xiaoye's smile suddenly froze.

(End of this chapter)