Return from the second dimension

These barbarians have obviously gone through a long journey, and are already exhausted now, staggering while walking.

But even so, no one stopped to rest, just kept clenching his teeth and insisting.

Whether it was the order issued by the Yaman tribe or the sense of crisis brought by the monks in the Loucheng, they did not dare to stay for a while, and they only wanted to rush to the valley where the Yaman tribe was located in the shortest possible time.

If there is any change during this period, it is likely to cause annihilation.

An old priest with a monster skull on his head was panting. Supported by a barbarian girl, he glanced up at the surrounding woods.

I don't know why, since he entered this dense forest, he felt a little upset, as if something was going to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was no abnormal situation, which made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so this illusion appeared.

"Patriarch, we have been walking for five days, how long will it take to arrive?"

The priest had a hoarse voice and asked a barbarian monk next to him.

This barbarian monk is the patriarch of the tribe, his cheeks are smeared with white paint, his forehead is wearing a helmet made of monster teeth and bone fragments, and his whole body exudes a sturdy breath.

After hearing the old priest's inquiry, the patriarch of the barbarian tribe thought for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone: "It should be four or five days, I remember it seems like this!"

The old priest nodded, then turned to glance at the crowd behind him, and sighed slightly.

"Hey, when I was a teenager, I encountered an invasion by the monks of the Loucheng, but the Yaman tribe did not issue a summoning order at that time, just ordering us to protect our respective tribes, and at the same time to kill the monks of the Loucheng with all their strength. "

The old priest said here, with a look of memory on his face: "At that time, all the warriors of our tribe were dispatched to ambush a group of monks in the castle city by a big river. After a great battle, the monks in the castle city were all beheaded. Our tribe Nearly half of the warriors died!

Although the casualties were heavy, but the rewards were also huge, coupled with the rewards of the Yaman tribe, our tribe quickly regained its former strength.

It didn't take long for the news that the Loucheng monk was defeated. It is said that there were more than two hundred thousand Loucheng monks who were ambushed and killed by the Yaman tribe!

That time our barbarians won the victory, and only then have the peace time for the next hundred years.

Unexpectedly, just after a hundred years have passed, these damned Loucheng monks are coming back again. It seems that they have not killed enough in the first place!"

When the old priest said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the old body seemed to stand up suddenly, vaguely showing the demeanor of the year.

When the barbarian clan chief next to him heard the words, he nodded slightly, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes.

But soon he showed doubts on his face, and said to the old priest: "Since the Yaman tribe has defeated the monks in the castle city last time, it means that these monks in the castle city are nothing more than this, but why do they want to Anxious for all the tribes to gather?

In this way, those cultivators in the Loucheng can easily occupy our land without hindrance. I don’t know what the Yaman tribe thinks."

The old priest heard this, with a trace of worry on his face, and shook his head slightly, "This is what I worry about the most. I am afraid that this time the Loucheng monks are very powerful, otherwise the Yaman tribe will not be in these Loucheng monks just now. When it appears, just issue such an order!"

Glancing at the tribe monk beside him, the old priest felt sour, afraid that after this battle, many young people in the tribe would not be able to return.

Just as these barbarians were walking and talking, their team had entered the ambush area of ​​the monks of the Holy Dragon City.

The old priest, who was still worried before, suddenly stopped at this moment, and then twitched his nose vigorously, but his face became more and more ugly.

When everyone on the side saw this, they all looked at the old priest curiously, wanting to ask what happened.

But when they saw the change in the expression of the old priest, they were all shocked, and they couldn't help clenching the weapon in their hands.

At this moment, the old priest's originally black skin suddenly became pale and twisted, and his arms waved rapidly.

"I smelled the scent of the monks in Loucheng. This is their ambush ring. Everyone quickly retreat!"

With the roar of the old priest, all the barbarian tribes immediately changed their expressions, and turned around to flee here.

Just before they started to take a step, they heard a sudden "cracking" sound in their ears, and then countless bullets passed through the branches and leaves and fell on these barbarians.

The screams rang out one after another. Before the barbarians could figure out what was happening, they began to fall to the ground in patches, and blood instantly filled the forest path.

At first, he found that the abnormal old priest showed a look of grief and indignation. He looked at the corpses of the tribe on the ground, and finally understood why the Yaman tribe issued the summoning order so hastily.

Compared with the monks in Loucheng a hundred years ago, the enemies this time are really powerful. Until now, they have not seen their shadows. Hundreds of people have died of their own people!

Such a killing speed is simply unheard of!

Hiding behind a big tree, the old priest's green veins came out, and after a few vigorous sniffing, he suddenly pointed in a direction.

Looking at the girl's body supporting him, the old priest was full of hatred, wishing to rush forward to kill the enemy!

"Where, where are they, go and kill them..."

As soon as he said this, everyone vaguely heard a particularly dull gunshot, and the old priest said half of his words, and suddenly stopped.

The barbarian monk next to him could not hear the following, but when looking at him reflexively, his eyes suddenly burst and blood rushed to his head.

I saw that the old priest was already collapsed to the ground at this moment, but half of his head was lifted out, leaving only the lower half of the gums and the soft hanging tongue.

It turned out that at the moment when the probe was probed, he had been directly headshot and killed!

But even though he was dead, the old priest's hand still pointed forward, as firm as a javelin.

"what!"

When the barbarian clan chief saw this, his eyes were blood red, and at the same time he roared, countless black spikes appeared on the surface of his body.

At the same time, at the corners of his mouth, two sharp teeth grew instantly, more than a foot long.

"I want to kill you all, these damn beasts!"

The patriarch who had turned into a monster roared and fell on the ground like a wild boar, rushing towards the direction of the bullet.

Behind him, the tribe monks also activated their bloodline talents, transformed into a wild boar appearance, and rushed up after that.

It's just their bravery, but it can't help them withstand bullets.

At this time, the barbarian patriarch who rushed to the front was already covered with blood, and the continuous flow of blood was soaked and spilled on his sprinting road.

Countless bullets fell on him, then penetrated into his body, beating him like a rag doll.

After running for a few more steps, he could no longer move forward, but after a few swings, his huge body crashed to the ground.

Glancing at the tribe monk who was also lying in a pool of blood behind him, his furious eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally faded quickly.

After another roar and fierce gunfire, the remaining barbarians had all fallen to the ground, and ten hidden figures began to shuttle through the forest, chasing and killing the fish that slipped through the net.

Some of the barbarian tribes who had escaped bullets are now running desperately in the woods, and their hearts are full of pain and fear.

Seeing that his people fell in a pool of blood, he was powerless, which made the barbarians hate the Holy Dragon City at the same time they blamed themselves.

They secretly vowed in their hearts that if there is a chance, these damned Loucheng monks must pay their debts.

At this moment, a gust of wind flashed, and then these barbarians saw a flash of sword light in front of them.

Looking at the black-clad monks carrying blood-stained sabers, they knew very well that they had no chance of revenge anymore...