Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan looked at these deserted tribe members solemnly!

Today's Human Palace... everything is still too immature!

He has three main battle regiments under his command, and the proportion of ordinary soldiers in the king state is still less than one tenth...

Although he has certain advantages in high-end combat power, Yu does not conceal his flaws.

"Desolate God! Desolate Ancient!"

"Lord! The desert clan warriors are willing to fight for you to death!"

"War! War! War!"

For the members of the deserted tribe, the last thing they fear is fighting!

Even their favorite is fighting!

In the battle, they can feel this kind of surging feeling from the heart!

The desert clan who can't fight is destined to be cast aside.

"Master, old and incompetent, but also willing to fight to the end for the Lord!"

"My name is Huang Rui, and I am the high priest of this desert tribe!"

"He is called Huangshan, and he is the patriarch of this desert clan!"

"We used to have thousands of people in our department..."

"It's just now, there are only these left!"

"The deserted man will only die on the battlefield!"

Huang Rui, the high priest of the Huang Clan, looked at Fang Fan with excitement.

Fang Fan took a breath and nodded solemnly.

"well!"

"From now on...you will be my guards! Just follow me!"

"Huangshan is the captain! High priest Huang Rui leads everything!"

Fang Fan looked at these deserted tribesmen in front of him, and directly defined the matter.

Among these wild tribesmen, the only two nine-star king-level quasi-true king realm powerhouses are the patriarch Huangshan and the high priest Huang Rui.

"Huang Rui takes the lead!"

"Lead the barren mountain!"

With the joining of the desert clan, the palace of the people will only appear more powerful!

When Fang Fanzhe returned to the camp, he happened to see a group of people gathered here.

Looking at their appearance, it seems that some of them are not good!

"Hahaha! There is really a way to heaven, you don't go! There is no way to hell, you break in!"

"You ignorant lowly races, dare to come to the battlefield of ten thousand races to die?"

"Last time this young clan leader was careless! Let you escape! This time you will undoubtedly die!"

The leader of this team is a proud young man. Looking at the position of his arm, he seems to be a one-armed man?

Suddenly stopped by a team, Fang Fan was still a little dazed.

"you are?"

Fang Fan frowned, thinking about who this guy is...

"Hehe! What to pretend!"

"Stop pretending! Pretending is useless!"

"Are you afraid now? Fear? Want to escape?"

"It's late! It's all late!"

"Offended this young patriarch, do you think your lowly races can survive?"

"This young patriarch is just too busy lately and has no time to worry about you!"

"Are you scared to see this young patriarch? Even want to tremble? Shivering?"

"Don't bear it! Show your fears!"

The one-armed young man in front of him yelled with excitement...

Fang Fan looked confused...

Is this... silly?

"If you have something to say, just get out of it!"

"Malicious blocker, cut!"

Fang Fan curled his lips, and recently encountered more and more stupidity.

"Yeah! Is it still swollen? Arrogant?"

"I am Yuwen Xiaotian, the young patriarch of the Shaohao clan! Do you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

The youth began to report their homes.

When he heard the words Yuwen Xiaotian and Shaohao Clan, Fang Fan suddenly realized.

It once seemed that such an ethnic group went to Beidu City to make trouble.

At that time it did bring some trouble to Fang Fan.

At that time, the entire Shaohao clan army, except for the young man in front of him, was wiped out!