Chronicles of Primordial Wars

On a vast yellow sand filled with ups and downs and wrinkles, screams and beasts roar continuously.

The first to suffer were slaves in armor, black beetles gushing out of the sand, sweeping like waves, wrapping up armored slaves standing in front of them in a blink of an eye, a black beetle like a hungry wolf, pouring over them.

There are too many beetles, and even if these slaves shook them up, there would still be other beetles, and with one neglect, those beetles would seize the opportunity to go into the armor and eat.

After a slave in gold armor screamed wildly, he finally couldn't hold on, a slump fell to the ground, just shook up a wave of beetles, revealed his upper body in the black wave to breathe, but the next moment was covered, his face had been bitten fleshly blurred, the blood stimulated those beetles, making those beetles even crazier.

There are too many, and psychologically, these slaves have collapsed.

Strangely, apart from the strangers on the outermost side, the beetles did not go near the shed surrounding the cloth account, so that the slaves caught in the bug tide squeezed that way. Shao Xuan sees the scene of the previous reclamation, but the difference is that the reclamation was not attacked by the bug tide because of Shao Xuan and the sapphire, and the scene in front of him was for other reasons, just as the beetles did not go near those strangers.

Seeing the tide of worms was not close, and Souler's heart was a little, and his biggest panic had been resolved, as long as he was okay. The death of a slave makes him sad, not sad, but because of the bonds between the slave and the slave owner, which are forcibly severed after the death of the slave, and the more closely connected the slave, the stronger the feeling of the slave owner when the bond is severed.

These slaves, dressed in gold armor, were carefully trained by him, and the death of slaves devoured by insect tides made him feel like a hammer with a cracked headache and restlessness in his heart. Fortunately, in the present situation, bug tides are not omnipresent, and at least they are useless in the face of those people.

Souler burst into his eyes and yelled, "Kill them! ”

The Golden Armor Beast has rushed that way. It is a slave beast of Soulet. If the desert situation changes before such a beast is taken to the battlefield, but now the battlefield has long since opened. These beasts have also become part of the battle and will be taken on every Souler mission.

“Go on.” Shao Xuan said to the sapphire next to him.

Although the sapphire is not as big as the giant golden armor beast and looks a little short on tonnage, Shao Xuan has confidence in the sapphire.

The sound of two giant beasts colliding, like creating a storm in the desert, the flying sand and dust blurred everything on the ground.

The weirdos who were supposed to stand there silently, they also moved.

Slaves were forced by the bug tide, and Souler couldn't help but let his well-trained slaves die, and only the weirdos. Can those freaks beat the Horn Man? After all, quantitatively, their side still prevails.

“Protect them!” The tower shouted at the warriors surrounded by six men.

The flaming horns pulled out swords, axe spears and other weapons covered with animal hides, and when they came to the desert, they carried two kinds of weapons, one new bronze and the other ordinary bronze. Most of the time before, unless they were dealing with the beasts in the desert, they were using ordinary weapons, and the new bronze was covered with condoms. After all, such weapons were so distinctive that they were making a cover, and now they were going to kill, of course, that they would no longer hold hands or cover up.

The force of totem in the body burst, but in the blink of an eye, the flaming horns of people had opened their air, the totem marks appeared on their bodies, no shouting, no howling, silence rushed forward. When hunting in the mountains and woods, they don't yell very often either, unless the hunt has reached its end or some special circumstances, such as hunting, such as using the roar to drive the herd away.

Now, they keep the same habits in battle.

The big axe in his hand swept past him mercilessly, colliding with the sharp instrument in the hands of the stranger rushing forward, and the brutal force shook the other side backwards. The flaming horn man with the axe shakes his shoulder, removes the countershock force and sweeps his arms up again!

The warrior holding the spear, had already replaced the blue spear head, the long handle shocked, the flying wind sand seemed to have been broken a hole, the spear head like staring at the sharp teeth of the prey, straight to the person opposite the whole head wrapped in linen.

The clash of stinging ears rang from place to place, and the people of Flaming Horn, at this time, were attacking each other's heads first, as Shao Xuan had previously suggested!

The spear penetrated the throat of a masked weirdo, leaving a cave there. If a normal person was hit like this, the blood would have sprung from the wound, but after the throat was pierced, not only did the weirdos not have any blood splashed out of the wound, but their actions were hardly affected. Some even hit with their heads, using their heads as a tool of attack, it looked like they were holding a homogeneous atmosphere!

Shao Xuan sighed in his heart, so he did. These are people who died long ago, and now these are just puppets that are dominated, without pain, without consciousness.

Stronger beasts also react to self-preservation in battle, for example, when harm is threatened, they make dodging or resistance, but these weirdos, like they don't know, do everything with attack as their primary purpose, every attack with killing intent. They can't be called people, they're more like a killing tool!

Shao Xuan stepped on the right leg and bounced off the ground, instantly retreating two steps, avoiding the other person's head. These people are not afraid of pain, are unscrupulous, have no emotional fluctuations, will not be influenced by the outside world, even if they are harmed, there will be no fluctuations, but Shao Xuan cannot ignore himself.

The ankle rolled over, the retreat stopped abruptly, the knife in his hand landed like a lightning bolt, cut over, the sound of a broken air hissed, as if rubbing the sand grain. With a shining light, the blade chopped off the weirdo's head in front of him.

Where the other Horners are, you can also see a head cut off wrapped in linen, no blood at the cut, just some dry black flesh.

The person without the head, just paused for a little while, then went on to attack, as if it was not the head that was thrown away, but just a hair break. But if you look closely, you'll find strangers without brains, less agile in the beginning than in the beginning.

This has naturally been discovered by many people with experience in hunting, and Shao Xuan's proposals have become more convincing in their hearts. Indeed, it has worked.

However, even if this method can be effective, people still stand when they see a man without a head, act as if he were unaffected, and continue to kill people with weapons. People still have a strange feeling in their hearts.

Looking over there, Souler naturally noticed that the Flaming Horn seemed to have a plan, but what Souler cared about more than that was what the Flaming Horn had in their hands.

Souler's eyebrows rose and his mouth was shocked when he saw the blue weapons in the hands of the Horn Man. He suspected that he was mistaken and pulled the bookcase further in front of him. He opened his eyes and stared closely at what was in the hands of the Horn Man there.

“That's it! ”

He has also seen similar blue weapons, except those that are not available to them and do not have them in the hands of anyone other than a small group of core personnel involved in the war near the coast. His father, Sullen, also had only one weapon, said to be a harder weapon.

The number of such blue weapons is very small. Not even their younger owners may have one. If they want to exchange for credit, why do the Flaming Horn people have one in their hands?!

Is that possible?

Is it just a resemblance?

To be clear, Souler has been observing, his focus is on these weapons, and he does not care about the planned actions of the Flaming Horn. In his view, those weirdos were immortal and could continue to fight even if they were mutilated. He had no idea those weirdos were going to lose.

How is it possible to lose?

Even those who have been sitting quietly behind Souler, after discovering the blue weapons in the hands of the Horn Man, are forced to look forward instead of sitting with their eyes perpendicular. It's just that the man's face is indifferent and his grey eyes are like a desert with no breath of life.

The screaming sound of a heavy metal collision, Souler watched as the weapons in the hands of those weirdos broke in every collision, heartbeat,

Yes, that one!

In fact, the weapons in the hands of the weirdos are already quite good, at least much better than those used by the sand thieves, but they cannot be resisted in the face of the blue weapons in the hands of the Horns.

Souler's breathing became so impatient, he was just going to come and take a few of the Konga family back, complete this task, and go back to get some benefits. But I didn't expect that this would happen!

How do you get those blue tools in the hands of the Horn Man, and Souler doesn't want to think about it right now. The only thing he wants to do at this time is grab all the blue devices in the hands of the Horn Man!

So much, maybe take back some of it to the meeting, but he can definitely stay a lot, even if he can stay a little, but taking those back is also a lot of credit!

“Kill them all!” Souler shouted.

Just kill all those Horners, and all those in Horners' hands, naturally, are his!

The people behind Souler obviously thought the same thing. There has never been any fluctuating light in their eyes. The more fierce the offensive of the weirdos covered in hemp, the more lethal it was, the more like a suicide attack. Fortunately, many strange people were beheaded in the first place, and the situation eased somewhat, but even so, the pressure they put on the horns was not insignificant.

Pfft!

A weirdo's body was cut in half and his upper body fell to the ground, but his lower body was still moving, while he fell to the upper body of the floor. After no legs, one arm acted as a leg and the other arm still carried a sharp instrument on his hand to attack the Horn Man once.

There was no blood, obviously such a vicious scene, but there was no bleeding, but there seemed to be more trembling killing under the bloodless killing ground.

The six men watched the battle over there, full of shock and fear, suppressing all kinds of thoughts in their hearts.

This is unbelievable!

When they had fled from the sea, they had just looked far away and felt numb on the scalp, and now a clearer scene appeared not far from them. It was as if there was a heavy hammer that struck the hearts of people with tough nails, and the hair was shaking.

Those whose bodies have been cut in half continue to fight, their heads have been cut off, and their bodies without their heads can continue to kill and break their arms with the Horn Man without being affected. Since they can still hold their swords to cut off the Horn Man's legs... These weirdos, as legend has it, are immortal monsters!

No tiredness, no pain, no fear, no voice... can you win against such a bunch of monsters?

“Xuan, this is not the way to go!” The tower shouted.

Originally, these weirdos were superior in numbers, and they were certainly stronger than these weirdos, but if they didn't die, they couldn't do anything, cut off their arms, their legs, even their heads, or cause them trouble again and again, and even just now there was an arm raiding from behind him.

Yes, it's just a single arm with a sharp prick in its hand. If Shao Xuan hadn't warned them to guard against the broken arm of those raids, there would be a lot of tricks among them. Who would have thought that would happen and cause them trouble?!

Do we have to chop up all those weirdos' bones? That's too much work!

They wanted to attack Souler first, but these weirdos were haunting them, and they couldn't even get close!

“Help me block the perimeter!” Shao Xuan said that the weirdo who was going to jump his foot kicked fly, he could even clearly hear the cracking sound of the broken bone on the other side, the whole person was a little deformed, but he hit it hard in the distance, then climbed up and ran this way.

This is just the beginning, and if we continue like this, for a long time, to the detriment of the Flaming Horn.

Hearing Shao Xuan say this, Tower and Tao et al. also came around with several other nearby Flaming Horn people, blocked around Shao Xuan and left Shao Xuan here an empty circle.

Shao Xuan took a deep breath and lifted the knife across the front of him. The other hand brushed the knife on his body. His thumb rubbed over the knife blade. He was immediately torn open by a sharp knife blade and a mouth was cut open. The blood flowed out of the wound.

“What's he gonna do?” Mechanical toughness is confusing.

Others in Flaming Horn don't understand either, but all they have to do is follow Shao Xuan's instructions. The elders must have his reasons for doing so.