Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Three dozen?

Shao Xuan thought about whether or not to help, but, looking cut, he didn't seem to have any intention of getting involved.

Shao Xuan intends to look at the situation before saying that it is, after all, a battle between the Dry Tribes.

Ganche's excitement, which first arose when he met the three peoples, is now replaced by strong disappointment, and although he was already mentally prepared, he would really see it and still lose it.

Blue and black fists quickly magnified in the gut eyes, the blinking time had come, the strong killing intent dissipated from each other's fists, lifted arms, seemed to gather all the strength, such as a spear rushed out, no words, but conveyed a clear intention. Kill him!

The other party's face covered in linen can't see what it looks like, but Gantche can recognize who this person is.

Apart from this person, two other people in jute cloth, even if they have been asleep for a long time, many of their memories have been blurred, but they can still be identified by Gantche.

As soon as their arms moved, they revealed their intentions. With their fingers open with dark brown sharp nails, they drew a brown light in the sky. As the sharp wind broke like an arrow, like the poisonous teeth of a venomous snake, they couldn't wait to bite the target.

In the face of such an offensive, Gantche did not dodge, but chose a front-handed, triple-handed siege that collided with the three.

Boom!

The air waves from the fist bump bang, stirring up the wind.

The air waves are pounding.

Three men wearing jute cloth, the fists and fingers were like a carefully forged hammer, spear, the large stone that had sat before Gansu was easily broken a deep trace.

Shao Xuan could even see those long brown nails paddling the stone with obsolete sparks, and the next moment, these fingers were comparable to the fingers of the fierce beast claw, pointing directly at the Gansu door with a cold slaughter intent.

The three men almost repressed, pushed the guts backwards, even though the four men did not take any weapons, the sound of fist legs crossing is like a hard gold vessel, sturdy colliding together, making a murky friction sound, such a vicious method, not at all like a normal person can have, one is like mad to bite the beast outside the degree of life and death fighting.

Every time the gum slices back, it's like under tremendous pressure, the feet tread on the ground, the grass is scattered, the ground collapses, the earth breaks up, the stones are shaken up high, and the drier places are stepped on even tortoises.

However, after counting the interest time, a tree was broken, broken or broken by gum, or interrupted by four people. The otherwise flat ground had been pitted in a depression, and a piece of green grass had just been completed. At this time, it looked like piecemeal debris, which could be removed at any moment.

At one time, the stone soil scattered on the field, there was a sense of shaking the mountain, the wind was blowing, and the four warring people seemed to be in the clear sky turbulence!

There are already many wounds on Gantche, several pieces of meat have been dug out even by those sharp fingers, and there are several fractures to the bones. If the face of the average person may be distorted by pain, Gantche appears to be unconscious. And the three of them were kicked out by the gum cut, and the broken bones were clearly heard, but the next moment, they climbed up unharmed and fought again.

Souler listened to the constant thumping in his ear and remembered the pain he was in when he was beaten to death by the Fallen Leaf King. He couldn't help but shudder.

It hurts to hear the sound.

Those three people are different from the ordinary puppets he usually sees. What kind of power is that? These are the real undead monsters, right?

Standing next to Souler staring over there, he also knew, of course, that this was the real immortal monster, and he was worried about the stolen ancient body. Look at the three warriors over there, their hearts are dripping blood. Such an ancient body should have had one of its own, but it was stolen by the Flaming Horn people. Now, looking at the offense of the three men, this is obviously to destroy the person directly, and I don't know if I can see the whole body after the fight.

The Lord's purpose was to dispose of the stolen ancient corpse, unfortunately in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Since the Horn Man had taken control of the ancient corpse, he could only destroy it. I don't know what the Flaming Horn did to make that ancient corpse look like.

“Too bad, how helpful would a body like this be if it were a puppet?! ”

In sigh and anger, he looked at Shao Xuan's eyes as if they were poisonous. He raised a sneer on his face and said secretly: Wait for the ancient corpse to be solved, and your boy will not escape.

Shao Xuan also sensed the look in his eyes. He could also go and cut off those two men now. But now he attaches more importance to the fighting between the four Dry Tribes over there. As for Souler and Xiao, they are just small characters. If Shao Xuan was the one who controlled the three puppets, Shao Xuan would surely not hesitate to attack him first, but now Shao Xuan can also see that Shao Xuan has no real control over the three people, that is, the three people are not in control of the action against Gansu right now.

The speed and attack power of those three people is not comparable to that of the man named Rufu around Souler. Think about the puppets you met in the desert the last time, and look at the three now. Not only are the breaths emitted at the time of the attack different, but the dominant power in the body is also different from Rufu.

The power to truly control those three puppets is stronger!

Who else is around?

Shao Xuan once again carefully perceived the surroundings, and no one else existed.

If the person who is going to make the puppet is not following, then there is another possibility - the three of them can leave their controller to act!

The three men were given some sort of instruction, and the toggle was merely a switch on the instruction, and he was not the controller of the three.

In Shao Xuan's special vision, it can be seen that those three people, who had two forces in their bones, came from two sparks, one from a dry tribe, a force that existed in the three puppets, and the other from a later infiltration into the power that controlled them.

But unlike those puppets Shao Xuan saw in the desert, and unlike what he knew about the power of the spark, it seemed incomplete, as if someone had deliberately filtered that power, which would clash with the power of the spark in those three puppets, while remaining, could coexist with the power of the spark of the dry tribe!

The two forces that coexist in those three puppets, for example, if the drought tribal spark forces that exist in the three are equivalent to the trunk and limbs of a person, then the other force is equivalent to the mind of that body and exercises dominance.

With the fierce fighting between the four men over there, the cloak on the four men was gradually shaken and scratched by boxing winds and claws. The three men who had covered their faces with linen also showed their appearance at this time.

All three were as if they had been a wind-dried ancient corpse when they were lying in a coffin, except that they were sleep-dormant fake deaths, and those three had really lost consciousness of themselves, and they had ceased to be former arid tribesmen since the moment they were made puppets.

Ganche punched one of them in the air and rolled his head out for more than 20 meters. He ripped off the broken linen cloth and threw it away. It was already sunset anyway, and the sun would soon disappear completely without any need to hide.

His wounds in the woods outside the Lou tribe have healed, and even those scars have disappeared, and these new injuries are now much more severe than last time, and even several of his viscera have become incomplete.

There was no time to catch a breath, one punched out, two more still pressed, no mercy, a series of stormy and intense attacks, constantly hitting the gutted shoulders, abdomen, limbs.

Shao Xuan looked at the war situation over there and his eyebrows locked tight.

The gutsy attitude is not right.

Although the three men were strong, as if they were well-trained dead men, they did not even allow Ganche to fight back. They had always fought the three men with barbaric force, but their hands were reserved, and they did not do their utmost. If they took out the harshness in the woods outside the Lu tribe, only half of it would not be in this situation.

Not so good.

If you continue like this, even if your body is unusual, it will be abolished.

As soon as Shao Xuan moved, he was going to go over and help him with his knife. He heard the other side shouting: "Stay out of this! ”

After hearing Ganche say this, Shao Xuan paused and returned to the position where he was standing again, no longer approaching that side. If he wants to solve it himself, he'll have to admit it, no matter what the consequences.

In fact, Shao Xuan did not necessarily have to help. Shao Xuan knew that Ganche did not necessarily want outsiders to intervene. However, the action he had just taken amounted to a reminder to tell Ganche that if he did not change his attitude, it would be a real hiccup.

Ganche also retreated and retreated under a combined strike. Although he could not see anything on his face, his heart's helplessness and anger had mixed together. He also knew that the purpose of the three men now was to kill themselves, and after hearing the news from Thief 11, he had thought about how to deal with the former tribes, but he would still hesitate to deal with them, after all, it was the Dry Tribes. They are probably the only dry tribes in the world, and the rest of them have long disappeared in the passage of time.

Gan cut a faint, a series of bone breaks in his chest, the whole person took off, and at the next moment, the other person had come behind him silently, his fists burst out, Gan cut his foot without touching the ground, he was again beaten out.

Real siege, squash.

Ganche had a strange feeling, as if his soul had disengaged from his body, and at this moment he was like a bystander, watching quietly as his body continued to be harmed, and the other three people's uncontrolled killings came out with each blow. The fusion of the bodies of the eleven sparking Dry Tribes is inherently stronger than the others, whose lethality is well known.

In fact, Gandhi felt that he should give up and continue to live. Tribes are gone. There are no more arid tribes but him. What's the point of leaving him alone in this world?

But there seems to be another idea at heart, because of this latent consciousness, he is tired of looking for an outside tribe who has merged sparks, and someone who has come to the sea long ago and no longer survives as a tribe. Because of another idea in his heart, he wanted to get an answer from those populations, one that convinced him.

At this moment, closest to death, Ganche suddenly felt that under the threat of death that these former tribes posed to him, he seemed to have seen the idea behind him.

Ganche seemed to see the endless darkness, and eleven glorious figures appeared in the sky, seemingly saying something. He knew that it was when the witch picked out ten of them and tried to solve the spark problem, calling them to the past for a final conversation. By then, they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the tribe, for the spark, but then what?

Dark void, the glow of their shadows gradually disappeared, first the one with some rickets as if they were severely injured, then the others, one, two… successively turned into nothingness until finally there was only one figure left.

That's Gantt himself.

Has the Dry Tribe vanished?

No, it's still here!

As long as you're alive, the Dry Tribes will always exist! Even if he's the only one in the whole tribe!

A man's tribe also proves that “drought” still exists in the world and is not abandoned by time!

Pfft, pfft!

Three people, six hands, one hand with sharp nails, cut the shoulder blade through the front hole, one fist did not enter the chest, one hand penetrated from the back of the cut, almost rubbing the gummy vertebrae past, almost penetrating the next moment. Two more hands, grabbed by the gum.

The last hand, which was intended to be a gummy head, eventually stopped at half the palm of the gummy face.

Ganche looked at the two people in front of him, the dry black and brown face can no longer see the original, but Ganche can remember clearly what they looked like, unfortunately...

“You guys, already, are dead.” Ganche said slowly, "they're all dead. ”

Every word you say is like throwing a boulder down your heart.

“But I can't die! ”

When the last word is finished, the last hint of grief in the gutsy eye disappears completely, replacing it with a sheathed blade, flashing the cold light, and the red eyeballs are bloody.

Seeing the sudden impasse over there, neither Souler nor Taylor understood what was really going on.

“What's going on?!” Souler was stunned. Why aren't you fighting? Go on, just one last time!

His eyelids twitched like twitches and a chill strapped to his back. Bad premonition.

Something's wrong. Something's wrong!

“Take its head, come back!” The anxiety shouted over there.

However, the three puppets, as if they had been settled, did not react to the phrase.

Shao Xuan was also frightened by the situation over there. The scene just now, like Ganche was about to be mutilated directly, but now it is moving in a strange direction.

Not that the three drought tribesmen who were puppeted suddenly became conscious, but that the forces that underpinned their activities in those three people changed.

In a special field of view, Shao Xuan can see that the power within those three people is pouring towards Gancheng!

The surrounding air also began to change, and Shao Xuan clearly felt that some moist sweat flowing from the original itself was quickly drying out.

Water vapor in the air seems to be being rapidly withdrawn.

The smell of fire!

Shao Xuan is acutely aware of the smell of the fire. The spark smell that emerges at this time is similar to the original power in Gancheon.

“Dry Tribe Spark! ”

Although the sparks of the Dry Tribes are gone, they are integrated into eleven people, and the three people that Souler brought with him, of course, are also present in the body. And now, Gantche is sucking out the power that belongs to the Dry Tribe Fire!

A leaf drifts.

Then more leaves.

Shao Xuan looked up.

Clearly the leaves on the tree are still green. One by one, the wind does not cause such a situation. If you look carefully, the leaf handle of the drifting leaves has dried up!

Take a deep breath and Shao Xuan suddenly blew a whistle.

Watching in the air, he wanted to go over there and fuck four desert eagles several times, heard Shao Xuan's whistle and hurried down.

Shao Xuan jumped on the eagle's back, “Get out of here!” Something big is about to happen here!

Quietly standing there Ganche, his eyes suddenly widened, a long whistle burst in his throat, unlike the last time in Flame River Castle, hidden the sound of a burst, like a storm and snow, like a tsunami, in which the crowd of beasts roared, quite strange.

With this gushing whistle, the momentum around him is climbing rapidly, and the mountains not far away seem to be bursting and the earth trembles with it.

Even if it was Shao Xuan who had been taken off the ground, he could feel the skin on the outside of his clothes, feeling the cold flow closing in.

There seems to be a tremendous force coming towards this forest.

Even if Souler was blunt, he knew things had changed. I'm afraid they didn't want to see each other. His forehead was provoked by a long whistle.

Shao Xuan's actions reminded Souler.

“Come on, come on! Run!”

Souler punched a whistle, waiting for the desert eagle in the sky to come down, but at this time the desert eagle was too much of a crisis on the ground, and after hearing Souler's whistle, it just hovered and did not land.

Souler was so angry that he had to kill all four eagles to feed them to slaves, but now is not the time to be angry, and it feels like there's a shadow of death hanging over this place.

Run! Souler keeps yelling in his heart.

If Desert Eagle doesn't fly down, Souler will have to run himself.

When he saw the three puppets over there for a long time, he bit his teeth and spread his legs to run away with Souler.

Knock, knock!

Sounds like poppings of beans kept ringing, and Souler couldn't even look back.

Gandhi felt the forces that were constantly gathering in his body, which were not pure, but some of which were not part of the Arid Tribe Fire, and which, when inhaled, were rejecting him. It was the power that controlled the three tribes, the moment they inhaled, and Gantche could feel the hard, raw tears coming from the epidermis. As he poorly absorbed the spark power of the Dry Tribes on the three of them, this external force went all the way inside, making Ganche feel like a blade into the bone, but had to face it. Perhaps the man who made the puppet would have considered that possibility, and if he was willing to forcibly absorb the power from the three of them, he would not only fail, but lose his life.

And just as that force, such as a knife, continued to shock, trying to disrupt the process of Ganche absorption, the amount of power in Ganche appeared, blocking the aggression of that external force, allowing Ganche to continue the absorption.

That is the power Shao Xuan used to wake him up, a power that has always existed in Ganche's body.

Take this opportunity to send the power of absorption crazily into every meridian of the body, every bone, everywhere in the body.

Alive!

We have to live!

will belong to the power of the Dry Tribe Fire Seed, seize! Come here!

Ganche feels the power of fire in the body, fluttering, like tens of millions of murderous beasts rushing at the same time, the bulging muscle pulses on the body such as python swimming, roots jumping, tight muscle build-up, bones at this moment also make a roaring sound, like stretching, like squeezing, or recombination. A line appeared on Ganche naked with staggered totems, like the resilient vines that lived in the driest parts of the desert, staggered across the body.

Gantche heard the familiar blood flow in the blood vessels, but he knew it wasn't real blood flow, it was the flow of spark power.

As the momentum continues to climb, Ganche bursts out another deafening roar, which is even more heartbreaking than the one just sounded, in which it seems as if there is a huge mess of sky and the hearts of all people are shrinking, as if there is an ancient beast just awake here.

The power that has been absorbed in Ganche finally erupted at this moment, pouring wildly and killing like a night in the Rocky City desert, cold and dry.

Gancheon had already rotted sweat in time and appeared at visible speeds to the naked eye, but it was not normal human hair, but white!

On her naked head, a white hair rushed out of her scalp and was carried by the air waves, extending upwards.

In the fingers, a brown, beastly claw protrudes from the phalanx, reflecting the last trace of the sun without a hint of temperature.

The sandy yellow flame gas begins to appear around the ganache and is flushed from the bottom to the top.

The grass beneath Ganchen's feet dried up instantly, like being baked at high temperatures and losing all moisture, and beneath the ground, it seemed that a powerful force was about to break out of the earth.

Boom!

Sandy yellow flue gas suddenly accelerated expansion, as if it were a sound wave, spreading towards the surrounding area, past, the grass withered, all the leaves on the tree fell, the dry branches made fragile clicks, broken, and fell to the ground.

Thought he had escaped from the danger circle of Souler and Rumble. At this time, he was also struck by such a scene. Turning around and fleeing further afield, but it was too late.

The flames of sand and yellow have spread to their places, running slower and slower, and their legs start from the palms of their feet, shrinking and drying.

And the three puppets, from the point of contact with the guts, began to weather like rocks, breaking down into tiny grains of dust, which were lost as the air waves rose upwards.

Only Ganche stood still there, as if it were a blade standing in the dry desert under the night.