The Prodigies War

Three minutes.

The battle is over.

Lintian had many wounds, the most serious one was the blow on the shoulder, but after nearly half a year's training in the blood killing camp, this injury was not important to Lintian.

His clothes were stained with blood, but most of them belonged to the enemy. These blood stains combined with his handsome and cold face gave him a thrilling momentum.

The blade of the blade shed blood, while the enemy had already been ambushed and killed. The ground was full of skeletons and blood stains one after another.

All this could not extinguish Lintian's hatred.

Cannibalism!

It's not as good as animals!

When seeing the cruelty of these witches and barbarians to the imperial soldiers, Lintian had judged each other as animals in his heart!

Suddenly, a wave of cheers broke the silence in the field.

Those imperial soldiers who were imprisoned in cages now recovered from the shock and couldn't help cheering with excitement in their hearts.

Everyone's face is full of excitement, gratitude, excitement and so on.

Because they know that after a nightmare like experience, they are finally saved!

Seeing this scene, Lintian was not happy at all.

How big is the magic cloud ridge? How many years has the Empire and the wuman people continued to fight? How can there be less such things as what happened just now?

Even, perhaps at this moment, the same thing may happen in every place where they are fighting against the wuman clan!

Lintian also knew that this was war, which was destined to be ruthless and cruel. What he needed to do now was to adapt and fight.

……

A moment later, under Lintian's arrangement, these trapped more than 20 imperial soldiers helped each other and left the camp.

Lintian stayed.

This temporary camp arranged by the wuman people stores a lot of materials, mostly minerals and spiritual materials, as well as some weapons such as bows and crossbows and swords.

Lintian began to take action. First, he stripped the "totem patterns" from the 23 strong witches he had killed, and then began to pick out the weapons that could be used and the spiritual fruit and medicine that could supplement the spiritual power.

Until the end, Lintian hung all the bodies of the Witch and the strong on the sharp wooden stakes, like a scarecrow, exposed in the wind.

This practice is cruel, but it is a silent shock and warning.

Huh?

When Lintian hung the body of the last level nine slave on a sharp wooden stake, a bead suddenly fell out of the body's mouth.

The bead is the size of a pigeon egg. It is crystal clear, with a touch of strange blue color. The bead is as dense and rolling as the ocean tide, just as it carries a piece of sea, giving people a vast and mysterious atmosphere.

Lintian picked it up and held it in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a bitter cold breath drilling into his body. He could not help shivering. The Qi machine in his body seemed to be frozen and there was a trace of stagnation.

What strange beads!

Lintian's eyes narrowed. It should be a treasure, but Lintian couldn't see what it could do.

Looking at the corpse of a nine level barbarian slave, he vaguely remembered that the owner of the corpse seemed to be a leader of the camp.

It should not be an ordinary thing to be able to wear this kind of treasure.

After thinking about it, Lintian took the mysterious blue bead into the storage ring and planned to study it again in the future.

Until all this was done, Lintian packed up his already prepared bags and left the camp quietly.

……

Less than a quarter of an hour after Lin xungang left the camp, seven level-9 barbarian slave strongmen who had left the camp returned, and there was an old man of the wuman clan wearing strange clothes around him.

The old man is dark and thin, holding a bone staff polished from the tusks of a fierce beast. If anyone who knows the Witch and man family well, he will see that the old man is wearing a unique costume of "totem sacrifice", which represents a detached status and identity.

When they returned to the camp and saw the bodies hanging on wooden stakes, they were shocked and angry, and issued a burst of curse.

"Wild plume sacrifice, all dead... It should be the strong man of mankind." A strong barbarian inquired into the camp and looked very angry.

"A bunch of waste!" The thin and dark old man called Ye Ling sacrifice scolded and said angrily, "what are you doing? Go find Ba Tong!"

Ba Tong?

The strong men of the barbarians were stunned and immediately turned pale. They realized what they were doing and acted together. They soon found a corpse, which was the middle-aged leader in the camp.

"No! The Tianshui holy pearl of our family is missing!" A strong barbarian broke Ba Tong's mouth, carefully examined it, and couldn't help crying out.

The wild feather sacrificial priest was shocked, and a faint blue light burst out from his eyes, which was very frightening. He strode forward to the body and ruthlessly inserted the fierce beast bone stick in his hand into the heart of the body.

Poof!

Circles of blue luster poured into the body along the bone staff, as if they were sensing and exploring something.

A long time later, the wild feather sacrifice was shocked and took back the bone stick. At the moment, he was sweating, and his dark and thin cheeks were slightly white.

"Waste! It's all waste!"

Ye Ling's sacrifice roared, "do you know how much we paid for Shuiman in order to recapture this treasure from the Terran? Now we managed to succeed, but things were messed up in your hands. You... Are unforgivable!"

The seven strong men of the barbarian slaves were frightened and prostrated on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

They didn't expect that the matter was so secret that such changes would happen suddenly. In order to safely transport the treasure back, they didn't even dare to send experts and chose the magic cloud ridge with complex terrain as the transportation route, so as to avoid attracting the attention of the strong of the Terran.

Who ever thought that the last scene you want to see happened!

What should I do?

At the thought that the holy treasure in the clan was taken back by humans because of their negligence, these barbarian strongmen were in a panic.

If the clan wants to be punished, no one will want to live!

"Ye Ling sacrifice, according to my investigation just now, the battle has just ended. Looking at the traces left at the scene, the murderer should be only one person. At this time, if we hurry up, we may be able to recover!"

A strong barbarian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then don't hurry!" The wild plume sacrifice severely beat the bone staff and roared.

The seven barbarian strongmen immediately took action, did not dare to neglect, and searched around along different directions of the camp.

"What a bunch of useless fools!" The wild feather sacrifice scolded again.

However, despite his anger, he couldn't think of a better way. He had to wait and hope to find clues as soon as possible.

Holy pearl of Tianshui!

This is the holy weapon of Shuiman family! It has been occupied by mankind for hundreds of years. It's not easy to get it back. How can we lose it again?

Absolutely not!

……

Holding a battle spear, a strong barbarian rushed across a low mountain behind the camp. Seeing that he was about to reach the top of the mountain, a bloody smell suddenly poured into his nose, narrowing his eyes and looking to one side.

There was a pile of rocks, and the blood came out of there.

The strong man of the barbarians showed his fierce eyes and walked forward carefully with the battle spear. To his surprise, there was only a bloody broken hand behind the random stone pile.

No!

This is a trap!

The strong man of the barbarians reacted quickly. He realized something was wrong in an instant. He was waiting to avoid to one side. Suddenly he felt a cold behind his back and a war knife had pierced into his heart.

"Ho... Ho..." the barbarian strongman's eyes were bulging and wanted to shout, but his throat only made a faint sound, and finally fell silent.

Behind him, Lintian appeared like a ghost. With a knife, he stripped the "totem pattern" in front of each other's chest.

Then Lintian glanced at the distance, and the figure moved in another direction.

Ye Ling sacrificial priest walked around the camp, feeling restless and inexplicable. He always felt that something bad was about to happen.

But he did not dare to leave. He was a "totem sacrifice". Although he was detached, he was not good at fighting.

At this moment, there is no shadow of him approaching the canyon in the distance.

Collapse!

The roar of bow and arrow slashed the silence of the camp. The wild plume sacrifice jumped in his heart, and subconsciously dodged. A sharp arrow brushed his scalp, fiercely inserted into one side of the ground and splashed a piece of gravel.

Ye Ling sacrifice fell to the ground in a panic. When he touched his head, his fingers were full of blood stains, which made him cold. If he dodged a little slowly just now, wouldn't it be

"The murderer is here!" He roared in shock and turned over to dodge in the distance.

In the shadow of the canyon not far away, Lintian frowned. Knowing that the opportunity had been missed, he folded his bow and turned away without hesitation.

Before long, the six strong barbarians who had just scattered to search returned. When they saw the embarrassed appearance of Ye Ling sacrifice, they all turned pale for a while.

"Hurry up! The damn human bastard ran away that way!" The wild feather priest pointed to the distance, and his thin cheeks were full of resentment.

"Shui Zheng, you three stay with Ye Ling sacrifice to prevent another accident. The three of us go after the strong man."

A man with a ferocious face and scar on his face said in a deep voice.

"Brother Lek, Muzhen hasn't come back yet." One man held back.

"He should not have come back."

The scar man called Lek's eyes flickered and his expression was full of hate. "This time, the opponent is very cunning. He should be the strong young men from the blood killing camp of the Obsidian empire. In today's magic cloud ridge, only these young people can do this. We must be careful!"

After saying that, he left three strong barbarians, while he took the other two to go.

"No matter how much you pay, you must take back our sacred vessels!!" The wild feather sacrifice roared loudly in the rear, and his scalp was bleeding, which made him look particularly gloomy.