Thunder Martial

Black, the tribe where the black cliffs are.

When he returns, Black Cliff sends someone to listen to the movement of the Mu people. As long as the Mu people submit, the other party will call soon, and Black Cliff and Black people will submit immediately.

The ground suddenly trembled and the barbarian growled from the outside, followed by a shout from the people. As a result, the face of the black cliff changed and a dark cry was not good.

By the time the black cliff came out of the room, the roaring barbarian beast had entered the clan, a barbarian wolf cavalry in excess of a hundred, and each cavalry was an extremely powerful warrior.

They had in their hands instruments that emitted cold light, which were made of materials, not black stones. They have rushed into the clan, and where they pass, black people who try to pick up their weapons and have a slight resistance will be stopped from breaking their waists.

A single blow, either Level 3 or Level 4, was slaughtered by a single blow.

These large clans are coming at a faster pace than expected from the Black Cliff, and the other side is harsher than the Black Cliff thought. Dozens of people have been slaughtered by the blade between the slightest surprises.

“Do not kill, we bow, we bow! Everybody drop your weapons and don't try to resist! ”

The reacting black cliffs shouted out loud, the voices were a little dull, the most precious of the people were the warriors, and now the other side was slaughtering the warriors on their side.

Black fighters throw away stone tools in their hands, their faces are full of terror, and some faces are clearly angry, all will be slaughtered by a wolf rider at the next moment.

The weakest of these werewolves are level 5, riders level 4 and 5 barbarians, and besides the leader himself is a level 6 warrior, riding a level 6 barbarian wolf, there are four level 6 warriors in the team.

This is a mighty wolf rider led by five Lv6 fighters, who rushed into the black tribe with no hesitation, the barbarian wolf under his crotch roared, and the cavalry continued to make sharp drinks.

Anyone who sees a black man with a bad eye, or a black fighter with a slight emotion on his face, will be slaughtered. Not only are they powerful, but they are also very well trained, impacting tribes like the Mu, a few rounds can be done, and as for the little black people, there is no need to deliberately impinge.

Until all Negroes laid down their resistance and did not dare to express any dissatisfaction on the ground, the wolf rode again drinking and rushed into a stone house, after which a chaotic sound was heard in the stone house.

And a moment later, a woman screamed and gasped and moaned from the stone house.

These werewolves began to behave as little black as they wanted, and one of the leading barbarians broke into the Black Cliff room. And the woman, who belonged to the black cliff, was quickly pressed under her crotch, all kinds of diving rides.

Throughout the Black Nation, such voices are everywhere, while Black Warriors are still in panic.

These werewolves, in addition to freely enjoying black women, take away resources they find useful. Of course, this resource also includes women, but the little black people are the only ones who can show them.

The entire black population has been tortured with smoke, a blatant plunder that was completely looted after demonstrating its subjugation. Black cliffs, helpless and hard-working for years, are severely traumatized today.

“Chief!” A lot of black warriors came running over, looking at the black cliff, waiting for him to come up with an idea.

Looking at a lame black tribe, black cliff face only helpless, the other side is the wolf riding in the super strong tribe, the little black tribe is nothing in the eyes of the family, don't say a shock, it is half a shock, all will destroy the black tribe.

The only prayer in the heart of the Black Cliff right now is that these werewolves stop killing people.

After a long period of confusion, a wolf cavalry walked out of the room. And when they came out, they had something relatively useful in their hands.

Into the Black Cliff room was the leader of the Wolf Rider, the strongest of the five Class Six warriors, and the one at the front. He held a woman in his left hand, a gourd in his right hand, and a Grade 6 barbarian wolf followed him.

As soon as the other side appears, it comes straight towards the black cliff.

The pupils on the black cliff shrank suddenly, and my heart is crying out loud. The woman was taken away, and the black cliff didn't mind, but the gourd was taken away, which made the blood drip in the heart of the black cliff. Looking at the fierce leader of the wolf, the black cliff suddenly came up with an issue more important than taking the gourd.

“Say, where did you get all this stuff? ”

The wolf rode the leader and let go of the woman with his left hand, pointing to the gourd in his right hand and asking for it against the black cliff. He had previously opened the gourd and found it to be monkey wine, which was extremely precious, even if they were Turkish.

“It's a delicious drink, I picked it up by accident!” Black cliffs are ready to fool each other.

“Pfft!” the wolf swept his head and slapped him. He slapped the black cliff to the ground and stepped on the black cliff, drinking: “Don't think I don't know, it's monkey wine. Say, where did you get the stuff? ”

“Picked it up!” The corner of the Black Cliff mouth spills fresh ~ blood.

“Shit, don't be honest!” Seeing the black cliff was extremely uncooperative, the wolf rode the leader furiously, lifting his feet toward the black cliff and stepping on it.

Next to it, many black warriors are furious. But the other werewolf cavalry quickly discovered the anomaly here and headed this way.

Black cliffs are also level six, comparable to each other's power boundaries, but they dare not resist at this moment. Previously, he had been informed that those who tried to resist were barely alive, and that even more so, a tribe had been slaughtered, leaving only women behind.

The black cliff was so heavily trampled by the barbarians, more blood spilled from the corners of the mouth, and the surrounding skeleton was crushed several times, but insisted on picking it up.

“Fuck, not honest! ”

At the behest of the chief wolf rider, the two men erected the black cliff. After the Black Cliff was erected, the Wolf Riding Leader did not continue his questioning, but stretched his hand toward the face of the Black Cliff.

Black cliff coughed blood in his mouth, a piece of teeth in his mouth was ejected, both cheeks were smothered, but still said to be picked up, very hard. Everyone else around them was impatient, but no one snitched on them alone.

Been following the Black Cliff for a long time, and they know the temper of the Black Cliff. No one can force him to say what he does not want to say. And the leader of the Wolf Ride just punched the black cliff, not questioning the others.

“Stop it, stop it! I'm telling you, it's the Wu! This thing is from the Ukrainians!” Watching the black cliff is about to be smothered alive. The woman belonging to the black cliff next to the head of the wolf rides with tears and screams.

“Oh, the Wu?” The barbarian stopped, shook the blood in his hand, and turned his head to the woman on the black cliff.

“Yes, yes, once I heard from the Black Cliff Leader!” The woman cried.

“Bitch, you bitch!” There is resentment in the eyes of the Black Cliff.

“Pá!”

The barbarian clapped his hands backwards. This time, he slapped the black cliff over again. The black cliff fell and coughed up blood.

“Where are the Wu people, take me? ”

The wolves took the trophy with them, and the black cliffs left the Black Nation. As for the Uzbeks, naturally they are informed.

Just as the Black people were told earlier, so too were the Uzbeks. After hearing that the Uzbeks had only a hundred tribes in the district, the head of the wolf riding apparently had an accident on his face.

“Set up my men and follow me!” The head of the knight laughed, urging the six barbarian wolves under his crotch to accelerate.

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred rode towards the Uzbek acceleration. Behind them are the barbarians of other tribes who rode with more than a hundred, who were responsible for guiding some of the tribes and for taking trophies for the knights.

And of course, this includes supplies and women.

At this moment, the Class 6 Black Cliff is being held by two Class 4 fighters, both members of the Mo ethnic group, who are now working for the Wolf Ride. Next to him, the woman belonging to the Black Cliff took some herbs and smeared them on the face of the Black Cliff, stopping his injuries, and now she is the personal belongings of the head of the Wolf Rider.

The black cliff was not badly injured, the whole person was almost in a semi-conscious state, and was driven at extremely high speeds by two people, unable to speak, even thinking.

Under the speeds of the wolves, the Wu quickly arrived.

This is a tribe of more than 500 people, too few in number, but it does not discourage the rising mood of wolf riding.

So, in the roar of the barbarian wolves, and the sharp sipping of the wolves, the wolves rushed towards the Ulu with sharp blades.

So much movement, the people of the Wu people naturally perceived it, and then they appeared, staring at these wolf rides from afar and near.

All of a sudden I see so many wolf rides, the Uzbek barbarians face full of curiosity and surprise, and of course there is a shock and envy, but there is no fear.

Behind this scene, the leader of the wolf riding saw a brutal smile on his face. He thought it was a small clan, not even a little alert, did not see that we were going to slaughter people?

In the face of the brutal wolf shock, few of the Uzbeks did respond properly, even those who took out stone tools. But one of them caught the attention of the chief wolf rider, a tall barbarian with a long knife in his hand.

Even far apart, he saw that the knife was of exceptional quality. This little tribe, with monkey wine and a long knife of such high quality, the head of the wolf felt unblemished, because he was so happy, he was determined to slaughter the tribe, and the man killed the woman to stay.

And as the eyes of the chief of the wolf riding swept away, it turned out that there was another beauty in this small clan, Una. Immediately, the leader of the wolf rider regarded Una as a heavenly man and was deeply attracted to the look of the other party.

The head of the wolf rider raised his blade high and then slashed it suddenly underneath. Although he did not speak, the action represented extermination.

The sharp sip was louder, the wolf mount accelerated, and the blade flashed in his hand, filled with killing intentions. A group of Lv5 wolves, killing a tribe of 500 people, is a piece of cake. But when they approached, they found that the face of the Uzbeks was not only devoid of the horrors they deserved, but rather eccentric.

They have revealed their killing machines, and fools can see their killing, but the Wu people are not afraid. At a time when the hearts of the wolves were unclear, they saw a sudden and massive outpouring of the Ulu.