The Magus Era Chapter 1363: Dark Assault
Late at night, thousands of miles away from the Human Race water treatment Military Camp outside Huaimen.
In the deep mountains, dozens of unrecognizable men with big faces are facing each other in an Valley. The bodies of these big men are full of large mottled Tattoo, full of some evil poisonous insects and brutal beasts. They are wrapped around poisonous snakes around their waists and necks, or on their feet with big pythons, beasts, or fierce birds standing on their shoulders, all of which are vicious and fierce.
Surrounding Valley, there are countless tall and burly figures standing there. Everyone breathes ‘咻咻’ like beasts, and there is a cloud of fierce, brutal, unreasonable murmur in their eyes.
"What's up? You **** bastard waste are here too!" Among Valley, many of the big men, one of them, spoke provocatively.
"You fools can come, why can't we?" As soon as the words were spoken, someone immediately responded politely.
"Slowly noisy, let's do serious business first. When you do this sale and plunder enough slaves, you have revenge for vengeance, you have grievances for injustice, you want to kill your head, you have to smash your body, That pleases you! "An elderly Xiu dressed in a Chinese suit slowly emerged from the darkness.
Smiling coldly, the old Xiu cried out sternly: "But if you only care about private fights and break this business, you are not afraid of these **** who kill thousands of knives, your wives and children will have to die one by one!"
A group of fierce tyrants looked at each other and snorted heavily.
"Reorganize the equipment, and fight again in half an hour!" The elderly Xiu nodded with satisfaction: "The price, just according to the price I said. You are still wandering in the wilderness with your clan, As a lonely ghost, you can still get a fertile land, happily live and live and work, it depends on you tonight.
Some dark servants stepped out of the darkness, holding in their arms glittering Symbol heavy armor and various glamorous weapons. A group of big men laughed with satisfaction, strode up and grabbed the armour from the servant's arms and hung it on their bodies, grabbed the weapon they liked and waved it in their hands.
A big man with five poisonous scorpions stabbed on his cheek held a machete of wind splitting and waved it a few times, and suddenly said coldly: "Lao Yan ... That's the Chonghou Si Wenming commander's army of water control, a master inside Countless, thousands of Divine Magi-level masters alone ... Don't you deceive us to die! "
The elder Yan of the Xiu nationality flashed lightly, and said lightly: "Rest assured, the masters under Si Wenming are all dealt with, you just rush up and plunder ordinary slaves."
Slightly paused, the old Yan said gently: "Relax, they are sleeping like a dead dog, eating and drinking, and getting drunk one by one. You can just rush up and get up and fight. There are n’t many people. You just leave a person tied, and whoever dares to resist, just kill it. For others, you do n’t need to worry about it.
A lot of big men looked at each other, and laughed strangely, and clenched the weapons in their hands.
They are all heads of the homeless tribe. They do not belong to their fixed territory. They drive the herds of animals through the wilderness all year round, and camp wherever they go. Occasionally, they do some housekeeping activities.
The floods washed away all their livestock, leaving them already impoverished. For the sake of the tribe, for their wives and children, they must earn a lot of money.
Dozens of wandering clans rallied and killed the Human Race army under the jurisdiction of Si Wenming. How do you think this is the moth's fire and death. But the dog jumped off the wall and people were desperately desperate. As long as Lao Yan didn't fool them, there really should be no master to cope with the Divine Magi class in the Si Wenming army ...
What about a fight? The boys and girls who ransacked the village of Human Race and **** Human Race were sold to foreign race as slaves. They did not do less!
They are all outlaws. The entire tribe is outlaws. Since they are outlaws, what are they afraid to do? Is Si Wenming amazing? It ’s not just carrying a head on both shoulders, or a bird and two eggs, and letting it go for a life-threatening fight. Who is afraid of whom?
The mountainous armors and weapons were sent up by the dark servants.
The heavy armors stable are abnormal, and the dense flash of Symbol indicates that these armors are all top-quality goods, and are top-quality goods that these desperates have never seen. There are also those sharp machetes that can definitely cut off the bodies of three or five strong men; those spears with amazing penetrating power can easily penetrate even an Flood Dragon.
Not to mention all kinds of elaborate and lethal crossbows and bed crossbows.
There are various war puppets produced by the great masters of the Xiu ethnic group with smart actions, amazing defense and terrible lethality, various metal spiders, metal scorpions, various giant bears, leopards, wild wolves, and metal puppets in the form of Flood Dragon.
There are even ten floating battlements with a length of about one mile and a wall of ten feet thick!
"Guy, just such a floating battlefield, can you buy all of our dozens of tribes?" A tribal leader jumped onto a floating battlefield, ecstatically patted against the city wall and radiated. The faint radiant pagoda: "Hey, Lao Yan, these things are for us?"
The old man of the Xiu ethnicity smiled and nodded. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "There are still half a quarter of an hour, ready to attack! Two miles away, two hours, is the road enough?"
Dozens of fierce and unusual tribal leaders laughed, their teeth grinned and their rotten teeth were exposed, and they shouted with excitement.
Ten floating battle fortresses line up at the front, followed by hundreds of thousands of foreign race war puppets. Numerous hordes of exiles cling to these puppets and use their feet to hurry.
After the war, dozens of tens of thousands of tribes and tens of millions of people, some of them even just gathered a trace of Wu Li (magus power), they gasped loudly, followed closely behind the running war rushed forward Rush.
Even a lot of old people and women are mixed in the team. They are also wearing armor and carrying various strong bows and crossbows. They are like a group of bandits going down the mountain, and they are running towards the Military Camp, which is thousands of miles away. Passed.
A dark mist quickly pervaded the ranks of the wandering clan, and in the blink of an eye a few hundred miles of black mist enveloped the entire team.
The dark fog covered their footsteps and panting sounds, and the sound of their weapons and armor striking each other. This group of fierce and wandering tribe, Warrior, approached the camp of the Shuijun Army quickly.
At night, in the sky, Mr. Crow spreads his wings and suspends in mid-air. His eyes spurt out the glittering Golden Light, and he can see the black mist approaching from a distance at a glance.
A quack, Mr. Crow's sharp whistling tears the tranquility of the night sky, his wings trembled, and numerous golden wings spewed into the black mist with a raging flame.
In mid-air, a sturdy arrow burst into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was near the neck of Mr. Crow. (To be continued.)