three minutes.

The battle is over.

Lin Xun had several wounds on his body. The most serious one was the blow to his shoulder, but after nearly half a year of training in the Blood Killing Camp, this wound was insignificant to Lin Xun.

His clothes were stained with blood, but most of them belonged to the enemy. These blood stains, coupled with his handsome and cold face, gave him a trembling aura.

The blade was bleeding, and the enemy had already been slaughtered. The ground was full of corpses and blood stains.

All this could not extinguish the hatred in Lin Xun's heart.

Eat people!

Simply beasts!

When he saw the cruel scenes of these witches treating the imperial soldiers, Lin Xun had already judged them as beasts in his heart!

Suddenly, a wave of cheers sounded, breaking the chilling and silent atmosphere in the arena.

Everyone's face is full of excitement, gratitude, excitement, etc., to name a few.

Because they know that after a horrific encounter like a nightmare, they are finally rescued!

Seeing this scene, Lin Xun was not happy at all.

How big is the Magic Cloud Ridge, and how many years have the empire and the Wuman clan fought for, how could it be possible that something like what happened just now would be rare?

Even, perhaps at this moment, the same thing may happen in every place that is fighting against the Wuman clan!

Lin Xun is also clear,

This is war, destined to be ruthless and cruel. What he needs to do now is to adapt and fight.

...

After a while, under the arrangement of Lin Xun, the trapped more than 20 imperial soldiers supported each other and left the camp.

Lin Xun stayed.

In this immortal camp set up by the barbarians, there are a lot of supplies, mostly ore and spiritual materials, as well as some weapons such as crossbows and swords.

Lin Xun started to take action. First, he stripped away the "totem barbarian patterns" from the twenty-three witch barbarians he killed, and then began to pick out the weapons that could be used, and the Lingguo Ling that could replenish spiritual power. medicine.

Until the end, Lin Xun hung all the corpses of the powerful witches on sharp wooden stakes, exposing them to the wind like scarecrows.

This practice is cruel, but it is a silent deterrent and warning.

Um?

When Lin Xun hung the corpse of the last ninth-level slave on a sharp wooden stake, a bead suddenly fell out of the corpse's mouth.

This bead is the size of a pigeon egg, the whole body is crystal clear, and it has a strange blue color. The bead is rolling like an ocean tide, as if it is carrying a sea inside, giving people a vast and mysterious atmosphere.

Lin Xun picked it up and held it in his hand, and suddenly felt a bone-piercing icy aura penetrate into his body, he couldn't help shivering, and even the qi in his body seemed to be frozen, showing a hint of stagnation.

What an amazing bead!

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes, this thing should be a treasure, but what is the magic use, Lin Xun can't see it for a while.

Looking at the corpse of the ninth-level barbarian slave, he vaguely remembered that the owner of this corpse seemed to be a leader of the camp.

A treasure that can wear such a character should not be an ordinary thing.

After thinking about it, Lin Xun casually put this mysterious blue bead into the storage ring, intending to study it when there is a chance in the future.

Until all this was done, Lin Xun packed up the luggage that had been prepared, his figure flashed a few times, and he quietly left the camp.

...

Less than a quarter of an hour after Lin Xun left, the seven ninth-level barbarian slave strongmen who had left the camp before returned, and there was an old man of the Wu barbarian tribe in strange costumes.

The old man was dark and thin, and he held a bone staff made of the fangs of a vicious beast. Anyone who knew the witches and barbarians would know that the old man was wearing the unique costume of "totem sacrificial". A detached status and identity.

When the group of them returned to the camp and saw the corpses hanging from the stakes, they immediately burst into anger and cursed.

"Ye Ling sacrifice, all died... It should be done by human powerhouses." A barbarian powerhouse inspected the camp and looked extremely angry.

"A bunch of rubbish!" The skinny and dark old man called the Ye Ling sacrifice scolded and said angrily, "What are you still doing, go and find Ba Tong!"

Bronze?

The barbarian powerhouses were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed. They realized what they were doing, acted together, and soon found a corpse, which was the leader of the middle-aged man in the camp.

"Not good! My family's Tianshui Sacred Bead is gone!" A barbarian strong man opened Ba Tong's mouth, and after checking it carefully, he couldn't help crying out.

Sacrificial Ye Ling was stunned, his eyes burst out with a faint blue luster, which was very intimidating. He strode forward, came to the corpse, and inserted the bone staff of the beast in his hand into the heart of the corpse.

puff!

Circles of sheen glowed with a faint blue sheen, pouring into the corpse along the bone staff, as if sensing and investigating something.

After a long time, Sacrificial Ye Ling was shocked and retracted his bone staff. At this moment, he was covered in sweat, and his dark and thin cheeks were slightly pale.

"Trash! It's all trash!"

The sacrifice of Ye Ling roared, "Do you know how much our Shuiman lineage paid in order to take this treasure back from the human race? Now that we have finally succeeded, the matter has been screwed up in your hands. amnesty!"

The seven barbarian strong men were terrified and squatted on the ground again and again.

They also did not expect that this matter was done so secretly, how could such a sudden change occur, in order to safely transport this treasure back, they did not even dare to dispatch experts, and chose the intricate terrain of the Magic Cloud Ridge as the transportation route, in order to Avoid attracting the attention of the strong human race.

Who would have thought that the most undesired scene happened!

How to do?

The thought of the sacred treasure in the clan was taken back by humans because of one of their negligence, these barbarian powerhouses were terrified for a while.

If the clan wants to be punished, no one wants to live!

"Ye Ling sacrifice, according to my investigation just now, the battle has just ended, and looking at the traces left at the scene, the murderer should be alone. If you hurry up and act at this time, you may be able to save it!"

A barbarian strong man took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Then don't hurry up!" Ye Ling sacrificed a bone stick and roared.

The seven barbarian powerhouses immediately began to act, daring not to neglect, and searched all around the camp in different directions.

"What a bunch of useless idiots!" Ye Ling sacrificed again.

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't think of a better way. He could only wait, hoping to find clues as soon as possible.

Tianshui Sacred Pearl!

This is the sacred artifact of the water barbarians! It has been occupied by humans for hundreds of years, and it was finally recaptured, how can it be thrown away?

Absolutely not!

...

A barbarian strong man held a war spear and flew over a low mountain behind the camp. Seeing that he was about to reach the top of the mountain, a bloody breath suddenly poured into his nose, making his eyes narrow, and suddenly he looked to the side. go.

There was a pile of rocks there, and the blood was wafting from there.

The barbarian strongman's eyes were full of fierceness, and he cautiously stepped forward with the spear, but to his surprise, behind the pile of rocks, there was only a bloody severed hand.

not good!

This is a trap!

The reaction of the barbarian powerhouse is not unpleasant. He instantly realized what was wrong. He was about to avoid it to one side. Suddenly, he felt a cold behind him, and a sword had pierced his heart.

"Ho...ho..." The barbarian strongman's eyes bulged and he wanted to shout, but there was only a faint sound from his throat, and finally fell silently.

Behind him, Lin Xun appeared like a ghost, and with a swipe of the knife, he stripped away the "totem barbaric pattern" on the opponent's chest.

Then, Lin Xun glanced at the distance, and as soon as his figure was vertical, he swept away in the other direction.

Sacrificial Ye Ling walked around in the camp, feeling irritable and inexplicable, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

But he didn't dare to leave. He was a "totem priest". Although his status was aloof, he was not good at fighting.

At this moment, he did not notice that in the shadow of the canyon not far from the camp, a figure was quietly approaching here.

collapse!

The whistling sound of the bow and arrow piercing the dead silence of the camp, the sacrifice of Ye Ling jumped in his heart, and subconsciously ducked, a sharp arrow swept across his scalp, slammed into the ground on one side, and splashed a piece of gravel. .

The sacrifice of Ye Ling fell to the ground in an embarrassed manner, and when he touched his head, his fingers were covered in blood, which made him feel a chill.

"The murderer is here!" He roared in anger, turning over and dodging into the distance at the same time.

In the shadow of the canyon not far away, Lin Xun frowned, knowing that the opportunity was missed, he put away his big bow and turned away without hesitation.

Not long after, the six strong barbarians who had just dispersed to search returned, and when they saw the embarrassed appearance of Ye Ling's sacrifice, they all changed their expressions.

"Come on! That damned human bastard fled over there!" The priest Ye Ling pointed to the distance, his skinny cheeks filled with malice.

"Shui Zheng, the three of you stay by the side of the Ye Ling sacrifice, in case another accident happens, the three of us will go after the strong human being."

A ferocious-looking man with a scar on his face commanded in a solemn voice.

"Brother Lek, Muzhen hasn't come back yet." One of them held back.

"He shouldn't be coming back."

The scarred man called Lek's eyes flickered, and his expression was full of hatred, "This time the opponent is very cunning, it should be a young strong man from the blood killing camp of the Zi Yao Empire, in today's Demon Cloud Ridge, also Only these young people can do this, everyone must be careful!"

After that, three strong barbarians were left, and he took the other two and jumped away.

"No matter how much the price is paid, we must take back the sacred artifact of our clan!!" The priest Ye Ling roared loudly from the back, his scalp was bleeding, making him look extraordinarily dignified.

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