Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"It's interesting!"

Mr. Xu glanced at this man with a very playful expression.

No one, no matter how tough a man is, with a broken bone, it is impossible not to frown.

But now, the Frost Spirit Clan in front of them didn't even frown, as if it wasn't his bones that Mr. Xu broke.

If there really is such a tough guy in this world, Mr. Xu will definitely pay his respects.

But unfortunately, there is no such person in this world.

So, there is only one truth.

The Frost Spirits, who are known as the blood of the gods, must have some kind of magic technique similar to the Dao of Tribulation.

Thinking about the wonderful inheritance rules of the Frost Spirit Clan, Mr. Xu felt that he probably understood what was going on with the Frost Spirit Clan.

"I'm very curious, if I twist your neck, will your pain transfer technique be able to make you look even better?"

"How about we give it a try?"

When Old Master Xu said this, the arrogant Frost Spirit clan aristocrats suddenly changed their expressions.

The Frost Spirits do have a secret technique that allows them to transfer pain.

However, wanting to die in place of it does not exist.

And even this secret method of transferring pain is limited.

For example, the most important one of them is that those who bear his pain must be descendants of his blood.

Therefore, the nobles of the Frost Spirit Tribe will have many women and many descendants, but not all of them can awaken the blood of the gods.

In the Frost Spirit Clan, to judge whether a person has awakened the blood of the gods, there is only one requirement, and that is appearance.

God, must be unparalleled beauty.

Those who inherited his blood must also be very beautiful.

And those who don't look good have become victims of the pain of the nobles. But even so, their life in the Frost Spirit Tribe is something that ordinary people can only look up to.

After all, nobles rarely get hurt.

These victims rarely have a chance to play a role.

"you win!"

Hearing Father Xu's death threat, the Frost Spirit clan aristocrat resolutely confessed.

In the face of death, even gods have to compromise, let alone ordinary people who only have the blood of gods.

From the knowledge of Old Master Xu, these nobles of the Frost Spirit clan should know that their so-called blood of the gods is fake.

But the truth is that the aristocrats of the Frost Spirit clan are also convinced that they are the blood of the gods.

The highest state of lies is that even those who lie are convinced that what they say is the truth.

Perhaps the original Frost Spirit nobles knew that they had told a big lie, but the lie was passed down from generation to generation, and this big lie became the truth.

Do not believe?

Then you are blasphemy!

Blasphemers, in the Frost Spirit, the only result is to be roasted on the fire and eaten.

Under such strict rules, the fact that the nobles were in the blood of the God of Ice and Snow became a truth that no one could shake.

Anyone who wants to uncover this truth must die!

Moreover, it is to die under the will of God.

There are no gods in the world. Some people want gods to exist, and gods appear.

When Old Master Xu successfully frightened this Frost Spirit clan aristocrat, other Frost Spirit clan aristocrats roared at him one after another.

Although I don't understand what these people are saying, I just want to scold this person not to talk nonsense or something.

"Baby, the following things are not suitable for you to watch, darling, go back!"

Mr. Xu glanced at the clamoring people, turned to look at Fubao, and reached out to touch her head.

When Fubao heard his father's words, he still didn't understand what his father was going to do, so he was obedient.

She had followed before because she wanted to see these distinctive frost spirits, but now that she saw them, she was no longer curious.

Without Fubao present, there is naturally no fear of scaring the children.

Old Master Xu directly had the Frost Spirit man who shouted the loudest beheaded on the spot, and told them with bloody facts that all their privileges in the Frost Spirit Clan were nothing to him.

"From now on, I won't let you speak, whoever dares to say nonsense, this person is your lesson!"

"Whether you understand it or not, remember, your life is in my hands!"

At this moment, Mr. Xu is very cruel.

At least in the eyes of these Frost Spirit clan nobles, Mr. Xu is a devil.

"Tuoba Aofeng, you come to interrogate them. I want to know everything about the Frost Spirit Race. I will interrogate these people separately. If the information asked is different, those who lie will be cut off, so as not to waste food!"

"Don't worry, my lord!"

Tuoba Aofeng couldn't be more happy about the errand that Old Master Xu arranged for him.

Because of the Frost Spirit Clan, their northern barbarians abandoned their ancestral land where they lived for generations, and even the high priest they had believed in for generations had to leave them.

This hatred is deeper than the sea and higher than the sky.

The reason why Mr. Xu handed this errand to Tuoba Aofeng was also because of the feud between the Frost Spirit Clan and Beiman. He believed that Tuoba Aofeng would be able to squeeze out all the information of the Frost Spirit Clan.

"Since you are not afraid of pain, then the communication between us will be much simpler."

Tuoba Aofeng looked at these people with a smile, "I'll ask you some questions later, those who are willing to answer can live, those who refuse to answer, or those who lie, have to die!"

What a simple matter!

This was the easiest thing that Tuoba Aofeng had encountered when he grew up so much.

Old Master Xu didn't care about how Tuoba Aofeng interrogated these nobles of the Frost Spirit clan. He came out of the palace's prison and asked the lieutenant to gather another 10,000 elite cavalry.

"Master Hou, you don't want to come out again, do you?"

The lieutenant looked at Mr. Xu in amazement.

Mr. Xu smiled slightly and said, "How is it? Do you think that the last raid will be successful now?"

"The end will not know!"

The lieutenant looked confused, "It's just that, under normal circumstances, would it be a bit sloppy to raid at this time?"

"I think this time is just right!"

If it is against other enemies, it is undoubtedly inappropriate to send troops at this time after they have just raided one of the other's camps.

But the Frost Spirit Race, they should be busy negotiating the people who rescue them at the moment, and they won't pay too much attention to the protection of the camp.

Moreover, they should not have thought that they would launch a second sneak attack in such a short period of time.

But for safety's sake, this time, we can't kick the camp like before. This time, we'll set a fire just like before.

Heat is the nemesis of the Frost Spirits, so setting fire should also count!

However, before sending troops, one thing must be confirmed.