Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 228: Reward Order

? Several middle-aged men backed back sharply, while backing away, they were muttering words, and there was a glimmer of light in their hands.

A small group of seventy or eighty stone castle warriors quickly surrounded them, a few bull tribes, a dozen werewolves, and the others were mostly dwarves and lizardmen. Although the armors were simple, they were also quite sturdy. Fierce gas.

The police whistle sounded in the stone castle, and several cultivators of the heavy-building realm rose into the air and flew out of the stone castle.

A group of soldiers of the two or three hundredths rushed out quickly, and from a distance they began to yell and yell, vigorously wave the weapons in their hands, making a dull sound of breaking through the air.

Outside the stone fort, in large and small shacks, groups of gnomes and gray dwarf slaves ran out carrying simple weapons.

Under the urging of a few middle-aged men, three or four thousand slaves formed a sparse formation and slowly surrounded Wu Tie and the others.

It is clear from Wu Tie that a few middle-aged men are promising to these slaves loudly—as long as they can attack Wu Tie and others once, they will be rewarded with a piece of dried meat.

The eyes of many slaves shined brightly. It was obvious that the reward of a piece of dried meat was very heavy and very heavy for them.

Wu Tie doesn't care about several cultivators in the realm of heavy buildings.

No. Three or Four Hundred had no traces of cultivation, but only a low-level warrior who relied on pure brute force, Wu Tie didn't care.

But in the face of the thousands of skinny slaves who swayed up, Wu Tie was a little confused.

He coughed and stepped back subconsciously.

As soon as he stepped back, a flying knife screamed, and the three-foot-long cold light hit his forehead heavily.

Wu Tie did not dodge, letting the flying knife hit his forehead... the light of the flying knife is messy and impure, the trajectory of the flying knife is erratic, and the light of the knife is bright and dark. Obviously the quality of the flying knife is very bad.

'ding'!

The flying knife exploded to pieces on Wutie's forehead, leaving only a tiny white mark on Wutie's skin.

Abandoning all the mutated bones of Wu Tie, and the cultivation base of the Twelfth Heaven in the Heavy Building Realm, Wu Tie has mastered the Seventy-Two Transformation Powers of the Earth Shaman. In addition to the'Hercules', naturally there is also the'Bronze Head and Iron Forehead'. ','reinforced iron bones' and other mysterious techniques.

Not to mention the bones that have become more and more tyrannical, the skin and flesh of Wutie's body are very strong now, it is not a weapon of magical weapons, and it cannot be damaged at all.

wiping a handful of fine iron **** on his forehead, Wu Tie sternly reprimanded the middle-aged man who attacked him: "No grievances and no grudges, why kill me? Is it possible, what offense do we have?"

The middle-aged man who made the shot, and his companions around him stared at Wu Tie like a ghost.

The flying knife just now, although not an ancient treasure weapon, it is also a powerful weapon created by a master craftsman. With the magic power of the heavy building realm, it is enough to easily penetrate a three-inch thick steel plate.

With such a sharp weapon, it is impossible to break the oily skin of Wu Tie!

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man who had just taken action screamed: "Dahu Town has an order from the General Defender's Mansion. Catch Naer and others, and reward them."

Is there an order from the General's Mansion in Dahu Town?

Capturing Wutie's group?

Wu Tie and others looked at the changed Devil King at the same time. Could it be that he missed his deeds and was discovered by the twelve ruling families of the three-tier city-state?

The Devil King looked at his companion blankly. He hadn't set foot on the territory around Sanlian for many years. He just came back today. Why did he miss his whereabouts?

"It has nothing to do with me, right? If it has anything to do with me...it can't be this group of salted fish that came to catch me, why should it be the elite private army of their twelve families." The devil king spread his hands, Looking at Wu Tie pitifully.

"Come at us." Wu Tie's face became very gloomy.

"Dark Guild? They have such a... God?" Old Tie barked his teeth unhappily: "This... massacre-women and children, I can't do it..."

When Lao Tie looked at the few masters of the heavy-building realm floating off the ground, and those warriors, a pair of eyes shot fiercely.

But when he looked at the huge numbers of slaves that were getting closer, Old Tie's two hind legs trembled at the same time.

Wu Tie only stepped back two or three steps, while Lao Tie subconsciously stepped back more than ten steps, then grinned and yelled: "Hey, you guys...I'm afraid that one will go crazy and even bite yourself. Mad dog?"

The slaves continued to approach with expressionless faces. It was good that Old Tie didn't say a word. When he opened his mouth and yelled, hundreds of slaves stared at him at the same time.

A raging flame suddenly ignited in the withered and godless eyes of these slaves... It was a powerful flame called "appetite", an invisible flame that burned the old iron all over the body with straight hair.

"The momentum is wrong!" Old Tie muttered in a low voice.

Wu Tie was also forced to retreat step by step. He looked at the slaves and said solemnly: "This matter has nothing to do with you...you..."

Swallowing and spitting, Wu Tie whispered and extremely severely ordered his companions around him: "These slaves...don't hurt them."

Shi Fei, Yan Hanlu, and Lu Ji are all eager to try and prepare to take action.

They came from three big families in the Cangyan Region, and the three big families have countless slaves. Shi Fei and the others are considered to be the better character of the three big families, but in their hearts, these slaves are really irrelevant. The presence.

They can kill all slaves who dare to offend them without changing their faces.

With their current cultivation base, three or four thousand weak slaves can kill all the ants with just a wave of their hands.

But because of Wu Tie's order, they suppressed the urge to shoot.

Several middle-aged men suspended in the air yelled in unison. They saw Wu Tie’s hesitation. They were throbbed by the shocking scene of the flying knife hitting Wu Tie’s forehead just now. Covered by an inexplicable surprise.

In their urging sound, a large group of slaves summoned all their strength and rushed towards Wu Tie and the others with a roar.

Three or four thousand undressed slaves rushed to kill. For a time, it was like a low tide coming over, and Wu Tie and Lao Tie were all in a mess for a while.

"How about... a strategic retreat?" Old Tie shouted loudly: "Wait for the evening, and then touch it back, and do all this group of bastards."

Old Tie was yelling, the maiden sitting on his back screamed, and the wind and cloud banner in her hand shook slightly.

A bad wind roared in the flat ground, and the violent wind rushed forward. Three or four thousand weak slaves were unstable, and the ground was blown by the violent wind.

Thousands of slaves rolled on the ground again and again, and were quickly blown back by the strong wind for thousands of meters. The violent wind made them sore their bones, their internal organs were tumbling, one by one, they retched and couldn't stand up anymore.

"Daddy?" The witch raised her head ignorantly, staring at Wu Tie with wide-eyed eyes.

She seemed to be asking Wu Tie, why would Wu Tie and Lao Tie be so embarrassed with such an easy solution?

Wu Tie's face twitched.

Old Iron's face twitched.

"Hey, we...not as good as a little girl." Lao Bai held a large poisonous needle in his left hand and two small poisoned daggers in his right hand, smiling dryly.

Wu Tie's face flushed for a while, and he said angrily: "What are you doing here? No grievances and no grudges, inexplicably attacking us... Catch them, to survive."

The Iron Great Sword snorted coldly, and rushed out carrying the heavy heavy sword that was as huge as a small door.

Shandun laughed loudly. He squinted and looked at the stone castle in the distance. He suddenly waved a heavy fist and hit the ground fiercely.

More than a dozen metal obelisks screamed out from the ground, and the metal obelisks entangled in flames roared out from the ground.

These huge obelisks came out directly from under the wall of the stone fort, and loud noises continued to be heard. The wall of the stone fort was smashed, and several towers collapsed directly, and several were on the towers. The lizardman on guard screamed and jumped down, abandoning his weapon and fled away embarrassedly.

The hiss and exclamation of many people came from the stone castle, and the faces of several middle-aged men who were suspended in the air suddenly changed.

"Wait...Let's..." The middle-aged man who had just shot Wu Tie a flying knife yelled.

The iron sword has rushed in front of them, and the solemn iron sword leaped up without saying a word. The epee in his hand turned upside down, and the hilt hit the middle-aged man's stomach heavily, relaxed One blow knocked him away for more than two hundred meters.

After all, it is the cultivation base of the heavy building realm. The middle-aged man was hit by an iron sword and spurted blood seven or eight meters away. After he fell on the ground, he rolled over tens of meters, but he was still full of breath. , Even got up quickly, staggered, and fled in the direction of the stone castle very slowly.

Two steps before he escaped, Lao Bai suddenly sprang out of the middle-aged man's shadow, and a large number of steel needles quenched with potent anesthetics slapped the middle-aged man's **** fiercely.

With a horrible cry, the middle-aged man rushed forward a dozen steps crookedly, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Yan Hanlu waved two scimitars entwined with black flames and rushed over. The scimitars brought up the sky with black blades, lightly cutting through several middle-aged men's flying knives and flying swords with all their strength.

A flying knife and flying sword turned into iron water droplets in the black flames, and the cold dew rushed over several middle-aged men. The clothes on their bodies suddenly burned, and the hair all over their bodies burned at the same time. A wisp of green smoke.

Several naked middle-aged men fell back to the ground with a strange cry. They huddled up on the ground, looking at Yan Hanlu in horror and inexplicably, completely giving up their thoughts of resistance.

Hundreds of soldiers who had surrounded Wu Tie stared blankly at Wu Tie and his party.

These fighters are obviously not very high in IQ, and it is obvious that their master has already lost a big defeat, and most of them still want to catch Wu Tie and the others.

Wu Tie looked at the group of soldiers with obvious excess muscles, and was silent for a while, then stood in front of them with strides.

The leading Bull Warriors glanced at each other. They picked up a large axe and a mace, and hit Wu Tie's head with a vicious blow.

Amid the dull impact, three large axes, four maces, and a strange-shaped hammer exploded to pieces on Wutie's head. Several of the Niu Warriors who took the shot were torn apart, and blood was sprayed all over their hands.

Wu Tie stood still and didn't say a word, just looking at these stunned soldiers.

After a while, these soldiers dropped their weapons at the same time, leaned over and knelt neatly, their foreheads heavily on the ground.

Fifteen minutes later, in the large rift in the stone castle hall that was shaken by the mountain shield's obelisk, Wu Tieduan sat on the throne that originally belonged to the Patriarch, and looked at a few middle-aged men kneeling in front of him with cold eyes.

"It's the same question just now. We have no grievances or hatreds. Why do we have such a strong hostility toward us?" Wu Tie asked them very puzzled.

"Never mind if there is hostility, a bunch of idiots, don’t they have eyes? You can provoke your uncles?" Old Tie opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and laughing loudly: "Just your few crooked melons Rotten dates, who gave you the courage to attack us?"

The middle-aged man who first attacked Wu Tie spit out **** spit.

He shook his head with a dry smile and murmured: "Guarding the general's mansion and pitting us... They only said that they wanted to capture you alive, but they didn't say that you are so strong..."

Wu Tie said coldly: "Guarding the general mansion, did they say how to identify us? How do you know that the person you are going to arrest is us?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyelids. He looked at Lao Tie, and then at the witch sitting on Witch Tie’s legs. He smiled bitterly and sighed: "A black dog...there is one carrying another The little girl of Nagaha...This is the most obvious sign."

The middle-aged man murmured: "Anyway, in the reward order we received, that's what it said. A group of people, a black dog, and a little girl."

With a wry smile, the middle-aged man said with difficulty: "Unexpectedly, you are so good."

"We have been pitted."

Several middle-aged men sighed at the same time, with extreme panic and anxiety in their eyes.

Wu Tie can understand their mood, and the furnishings in this hall are very good, at least more gorgeous than the furnishings of the stone fort of the Wu family back then.

The small stone fort has five or six monks in the realm of heavy buildings, and hundreds of elite warriors. There are thousands of slaves outside the single stone fort, and the entire stone fort has tens of thousands of slaves.

Such a small day can be very enjoyable.

As a result, in order to covet the rewards on the reward order, all at once were folded in.

Wu Tie shook his head~IndoMTL.com~ said coldly: "Greed is a sin, but I'm curious, how much benefit the so-called guarding general's mansion has given you, so that you can’t wait so much, don’t inquire about it. Is our strength directly attacked?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then he sighed heavily: "If we can capture you alive and send you to the guard of the general's house, then... our family will become a vassal family of the Utan family, and be affected by the Utan family. Direct shelter."

"Bigger territory, better techniques, more resources, stronger cultivation base, more wealth, more beauties, as well as unimaginable food, wine, and luxurious clothes and equipment ......" The middle-aged man's eyes gleamed with a strange light, and he asked Wu Tie: "Is this condition not enough?"

Wu Tie suddenly smiled: "But, you failed."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then slowly nodded: "But, we also succeeded. Even if we fail to capture you alive, as long as we can inform the guarding general's mansion, we can still get rewards."

The middle-aged man grinned at Wu Tie: "Even if they are dead, should they be here now?"