The Portal of Wonderland

Four more!

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A year later.

Great Qi Country border, within Fuzhou Mucheng.

Ishima wears a black blouse with a silver black knife in her back and a closed-sight disc sitting on a large tree branch that needs to be wrapped around two people.

It has been two or three years since he left the small fishing village, and his figure has changed slightly since the beginning.

Though still a big eyebrow, the sharpening of the martial arts makes the face more rigid, the five officials have distinct contours, and the face is no longer as black and red as it was then, but presents a kind of bronze color.

He was also a lot taller than he had originally grown, his shoulders were wide, his chest was strong, his arms were like cast iron, and the whole person, in addition to his original sense of uncaring, had a somewhat more relaxed temperament.

At this moment, the stone herd, breathing like nothing, the dense tree crown completely covered his figure.

From a distance, this sparse jungle is hollow, sandy and sandy, revealing a hint of the cool feeling that characterizes the border.

Mucheng fell under barbarian invasion as early as a year ago.

On the way in, Ishima witnessed countless desolate and tragic scenes, so to speak.

Villages that have been slaughtered by the barbarians are everywhere, and countless good fields have been reduced to pastures where the barbarians ride their horses.

Thousands of grown men became slaves like livestock. They were screamed and drunk by the barbarians. The corpses of the women * * * * were everywhere. Old people and children could only end up in the streets...

All of this makes Shi Mu's heart kill more and more.

After all, he is a member of the human race, Daqi is the place where he was born!

Not far from this sparse woodland is a military stable in the extension of one of the eight barbarian tribes. Shi Mu's immediate task is to ambush patrol horses on the outskirts of the army stable.

“Of! Of!”

Invisible horseshoes gradually move towards the forest.

Stone herding ears slightly motioned, eyes opened suddenly, pale golden light flashed in the eyes, through the leaf gap, a group of more than a dozen Barbarian cavalry clearly reflected into the curtain.

These cavalry tall horses, each with a near-length height, a dorsal spear, a waist-suspended stone axe, and a strong stature, even sitting horses are much taller and mightier than usual.

It is no wonder that ordinary horses can afford bodies and weapons so weighed by barbarians.

The leader was an exceptionally strong young barbarian with a thicker right hand than Stonegrass's thigh, easily carrying a long, seemingly heavy wolf tooth stick, * * * with a yelling green lion tattooed on his chest.

The stone shepherd's mind flashed through some information.

The leader of the general patrol of the Barbarian Nation is a number of Houtian Totem Warriors, probably similar in strength to Houtian Houtian Warriors.

His right hand moved quietly and he grabbed the black meteorite knife behind him, his eyes squinted and a thick killing intent erupted.

The leader's Totem Warrior Shinto appeared very vigilant, and the army stable, which had been attacked a month earlier by ethnic experts, had suffered a considerable loss.

Just as they slowly walked past a big tree, the mutation burst!

“Wow!"

The dense canopy burst open suddenly, and a large part of the cold light falls under the head of the leader's Totem Warrior. Thirteen black knives are clearly visible in the cold light, suddenly coming from a young man in a black robe.

That's Shi Mu!

“Roar."

The young barbarian opened his eyes with anger, his big arms rose and flew fast to grow thick green lion hair. The wolf tooth stick in his hand drew an arc in mid-air, with a sharp wind, like a hole out of a hole, greeted the black knife shadow in the sky.

A half-air “bang” burst out.

Thirteen black knives blew away, but the Wolftooth Stick was also blocked.

Shi Mu's heart is in Yilin.

He had always been very confident in his power, but did not expect that the two men's weapons had just come into contact, and the other side's beastly power had poured in. His right hand was under severe tremor, and he felt a little sour and numb.

This young barbarian possesses Mid-Heaven's strength!

Shi Mu thought about the electric revolving room, and the shape borrowed a heel in mid-air, dissolving this huge power.

The lower wolf's tooth stick is rolled up.

The stone pasture in the middle of the sky flashed a bright glint in his eyes, and his body's powers poured wildly into the black knife of the meteorite in his hand. Under a single blast, a colorful red knife fell down, colliding again with the wolf's tooth stick.

A glitch of fire burst in the air!

The young barbarian felt only a fiery wave, red in front of him, his hands under severe pain, the wolf's tooth stick almost came out.

His sitting horse was physically strong, but how could he withstand two high-powered attacks from Shi Lian, and his four legs were immediately broken?

The young barbarian turned his head upside down and stood still, barely laying a wolf's tooth stick on his chest.

Stone herding fell under the tree, and his right arm was also a bit numb, but his left hand had already pinched a strange trick. After his lips moved slightly, he suddenly opened his mouth and a small group of white gas came out like an arrow * * *.

Near you, and the young barbarian can't see, how can you avoid it!

“Pfft”!

White Qi directly crossed the wolf's tooth stick, flashed without entering its chest, “Boom”, the first half of the body was suddenly blown into a bloody rain, a head full of hair defense rolled aside.

It all seems a long time, but it's just a blink of an eye.

A dozen Barbarian tribe fighters saw the leader killed in an instant, and in shock, they threw bone spears at the stone pasture.

Loud and loud!

More than a dozen bone spears roared, and Shi Lian was slapped in the right arm with a large blood mouth despite his full escape.

At this moment, more than a dozen Barbarian warriors trained to pull out the lumbar stone axe, surround the stone herd swallowing group, and make a roar in their mouths.

After a cold laugh, the black meteorite knife ran like the wind in his hand, a large black knife burst out, caught in the cold, swept away at them.

While these ordinary barbarian soldiers are as powerful as bulls and fearless of death, they are no match for Ishimura, the Latter-day Warrior.

After a few breaths, more than a dozen barbarian soldiers fell into the bloodstream, limbs broken, everywhere visible, and no body was intact.

Ishima's face was slightly blurry and the black light flashed. The black meteorite knife was inserted into the black sheath behind her.

He then quickly walked to the young Barbarian Totem Warrior's crippled body, bent over and searched for it, and quickly found a special silver-set bone card from his waist, with several lines of writing on it in a strange earthworm font.

Ishima's face was delighted and the cards were brought into her arms.

After doing all this, he did not stop, quickly turned around into the woods, rapidly headed in a northwest direction, and quickly disappeared.

An hour later, another group of barbarian cavalry passed through the neighborhood, a lot more than a hundred people.

Headed by an extraordinary barbarian, a middle-aged barbarian like a brown bear, two steel axes of ordinary adult size crossed their backs.

Seeing the fierce scene of human purgatory beneath the woods, this group of barbarians changed their face and pulled out their weapons as if they were enemies.

The middle-aged barbarian jumped off his horse and swept his eyes. He quickly walked to the body of the young Totem Warrior, who had only half a body left. His eyebrows shook a few times and his face was already iron blue.

“Barbarian Lion Totem! Is this Wuro Warrior?” Another barbarian, extremely tall, came over and looked down on the ground halfway through the body's remaining abdomen with a gloomy complexion.

“Nice.” The middle aged barbarian spits two words in his teeth.

Uro and middle-aged barbarians come from the same tribe, and there seems to be some blood ties, and tall barbarians are intellectually ignorant of what to say.

“The people are so arrogant that we have lost more than twenty people over the past few months in a series of assassinations of our own warriors in front of our eyes.” The middle-aged barbarians hated it.

“It should be the people who ambushed the assassin stronghold around here and specifically targeted the warriors who were left alone. The matter needs to be immediately reported to the Lord Commander to conduct a major search of the area.” The tall barbarians were silent for a moment, "he said.

“You and I will jointly submit your application, and the Lord will surely allow it. Wu Luo is the youngest Totem Warrior of our Wuhu tribe. I will kill the murderer myself and sacrifice his human blood to Wu Luo!” The middle-aged barbarians talk about it, and their faces are killing each other.

At this moment, the murderer in his mouth was dozens of miles away, near a forest covered in fog.

The stone pastoral footsteps flew towards the forest entrance and his face was still alert and he looked down from time to time.

It was not until he entered the woods and went deeper into Lish that he slowed down.

He touched the cards in his arms and sighed in his heart.

A year ago, as a result of the sudden and massive invasion of the Great Qi Nation by the barbarians, and on an unprecedented scale, the seven major factions of the three countries quickly formed an alliance to resist the barbarians' invasion.

The barbarians did not seem to have anticipated such a rapid response. After occupying the three western border states of Dazi, the offensive was gradually boycotted and the fighting did not deepen, nor spread to the flames, the two countries.

But even so, millions of people's homes have been destroyed and enslaved, as have the three countries' neighboring state counties.

After high-level discussions, the Black Demon Gate cancelled the big ratio in the door in that year, and instead arranged for all disciples in the door to rotate out of the mountain to go to the border of Daqi against the Barbarians. It was an experience. At the same time, the tasks of the Sect were basically to fight the Barbarians.

Ishima, with her excellent markup ability, was not sent out at first, just to refine some very expensive low-order markup in the door.

But as the war tightened, the Black Demon Gate began to run short of manpower.

Finally, six months ago, he was also assigned by Zongney to Fuzhou, one of the three big Qi border states on the front line of the battlefield.

The Shimaku Gate Road rolled around in the woods and quickly came under a cliff on the edge of the woods and stopped in front of a large tree held together by one person.

He watched around and listened for a while, confirming his safety, before pulling a blue restraining token out of his arms.

The front of the token is engraved with five or six red runes, surrounded by a complex circle of patterns.

Shi Mu's right hand held the token tightly and read words in his mouth. With the infusion of magic, the symbols on the token lit up one by one, a faint blue light flew out, not into the tree in front of him.

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