Bug Master In Doomsday

Warrior Yanling is right. The patriarch is dead, and the warriors in the clan are almost dead. Even the clan who can resist is only worth less than a hundred people.

What is the current situation to resist? Resisting to the death is just a joke, and it's almost the same for negative resistance. In the end, it will only be eliminated anyway!

"I am willing to surrender, can I really guarantee that my wife is alive?!"

A sturdy, unyielding strange man threw the wide knife in his hand, staring at Wang Mang in mid-air and questioned.

"Of course! I can guarantee that my promise is valid. Your wife will never be in any danger. As the first foreigner to take refuge in, I can make you a captain or something!"

The stranger nodded solemnly, without seeing any waves on his face, and went straight to the camp of the armored soldiers.

He is not interested in any power. It doesn't matter whether the ethnic group is born or died. He only has his wife in his heart. As long as his wife has no worries about life, let him do anything!

"Traitor! Running dogs!" "You are in vain as a member of the Tiger Clan!" "You can't die by relying on the enemy!"

More than a dozen foreigners with violent expressions immediately pointed at him and beat and cursed them. If it weren't for the group of imposing armored soldiers looking at them, I am afraid they would directly rush to tear him!

As the first foreigner to take refuge, the group of armored soldiers did not even tie him with chains, but simply handcuffed a handcuff, letting him sit quietly!

Seeing this behavior of the soldiers, and listening to the persuasive words of Yan Ling in mid-air, the resistance of some strangers collapsed.

They threw away the weapons in their hands and ran towards the soldiers’ camp quickly.

The dozen or so angry soldiers wanted to kill this group of spineless traitors, but the number of surrendered more and more, and only a dozen of them couldn't stop this group of people running wildly!

The power of role models is infinite. Hundreds of strangers have run less than twenty in just three minutes. Among the remaining people, there are still a few hesitating and struggling in their eyes.

"Even if I die, I won't be a traitor to the Tiger clan. The patriarch died for the sake of the entire clan. Is this how your running dogs repay the patriarch?!

"Traitors are shameful! Even if your family knows that you surrender, they will also despise shamelessly, and they want to kill you

Everything of the Yanhu clan was ruined by you! Are you worthy of the people who died in battle? ! Are you worthy of giving birth to the tiger clan who raised you! ! ! "

The remaining dozen strangers saw that the surrounding companions had left a few more, but they sneered constantly and were too lazy to stop them. Traitors were traitors. It was enough for the Tigers to have a few true warriors of them!

"Kill! Even if we die in battle, our dozen or so brothers are glorious!"

An alien with a battle axe roared with a ferocious look, and led the surrounding alien races towards the group of armored soldiers.

Reality is reality after all, and it will never change because of a change of will.

"Puff! Puff!" The sound of sharp blades slashing flesh and skin sounded, and countless sharp sabers fell on them instantly.

More than a dozen strangers who charged, at least seven or eight horrible cuts were cut out of each of them!

The few inches-long knife oozes wisps of bright red blood, and they smiled grimly, looking at the group of surrendered tribes proudly and contemptuously.

In another few moments, blood splashed and their heads flew up, and their bodies fell to the ground forever!