Alva’s voice was solemn, but his face showed a kind of bloodthirsty excitent.
At this mont, there was no need for orders; all the White-armored Warriors in the team simultaneously drew their weapons.
"Hey, next it’s our turn. The Beast King’s bones are in the deepest part of the valley ahead, but there are quite a few Star Beasts from beyond the skies inside."
Licking the corner of his mouth, Alva slowed his steps, clearly in combat mode, he looked at Mu Fan and grinned, "Dare to compete with from here to the center of the Burial Ground?"
"How do we compete?"
"Who kills faster... who kills... the most!"
A camouflaged Night Lizard suddenly pounced from the rock wall but was cleaved in half in mid-air by Alva’s backhand swing.
Blood instantly perated the air, and deep within the Burial Ground, a faint disturbance began to appear.
Hearing this, Mu Fan grinned and drew out the Curved Light Scythe Blade, and as Ghost Energy was infused, two Moon Blades sprang forth ominously.
"Then you will fail again."
"Heh." Alva sneered, holding his shield and axe, his footfall hit the ground with a rumble, charging forward like a teor.
Mu Fan bent his form, moving silently, carrying a chilling killing intent close behind.
It’s been so long...
Enjoyed the taste of hunting!
...
...
"Where are they?"
In a prosperous tribe at least ten tis larger than the White Armor Tribe, in a giant room built from Red River Stone, a sinister-looking young man was half-reclining on a large chair made of animal skin and bones, idly playing with a bone ball.
His hair was pulled back into braided strands.
Judging from his appearance, he looked about twenty-five to thirty years old, but the sinister expression made his age appear sowhat unpredictable.
Beneath this hall built of Red River Stone, a tall thin person was hunched over, looking fearful, with lips trembling unable to speak.
"I asked you... where are they?"
Asking softly increased the pressure.
The forehead of the tall thin person was already beaded with sweat, his throat kept moving, swallowing saliva, "Young Clan Chief... they all didn’t return."
Creak.
The bone ball spinning in the palm stopped abruptly.
The reclining young man lifted his eyelids, "Didn’t all return? Elder Edgewood didn’t return... Elder Kemmler of the Black Water Clan didn’t return either? What about your Udan Spearn..."
Hearing this, the tall thin person fell directly to his knees, kowtowing continuously until his head bled and dared not stop.
"Where have they gone then?"
The young man finally sat up, casually took a grape from the nearby tray and popped it into his mouth.
"I... I don’t know."
"Sigh, you say they all didn’t return, then why did you co back? I understand the elders not returning... but how can you not even keep your own n, tell ... what use are you?"
These words were said lightly, but the listener felt sweat in his palms, his face instantly turned pale.
He opened his mouth with difficulty trying to explain, but only heard a light sentence from the animal-skin chair in front: "Managed to make an entire team of Udan Spearn disappear, Jie Lie, you are quite talented."
A soft sigh, the young man casually grabbed a few wild berries from the nearby platter, tossed them into his mouth and walked away with hands behind his back.
"All descendants of eagles, I allow you to give yourself an honor."
"Young Clan Chief, please, give a chance..." the man was filled with bitterness, eyes showing pleading.
But the young man didn’t glance down, arrogantly walking forward without listening to the plea of his subordinates.
Seeing this scene, the tall thin person desperately lowered his head.
As his head completely drooped, the despair in his eyes turned into utter madness.
He didn’t want to die.
He only had a wife left in the tribe, as long as he killed the Young Clan Chief and took advantage of the brief ti to escape, he could sell the information he held to other races to seek shelter.
The Red Stone Clan had many allies, but ultimately, there were those not allied.
His targets were those people!
Having planned everything in his mind, his eyes showed frenzy at its peak.
With hands behind his back, the young man was walking leisurely, even yawning out of boredom.
He was just three ters, two ters... one ter away from the kneeling tall thin person.
At this mont, the tall thin person suddenly leapt up, the right hand directly drawing out a white bone dagger inlaid with tal from his waist.
The blade tip looked sharp, giving no doubt about the dagger’s acuteness.
"Izewende, you forced !"
Oh?
Hearing this, the young man called Izewende raised his head, the dagger was now inches away.
The tall thin person could even see his reflection in the other’s pupils.
Young Clan Chief’s light red pupils...
Wait, why are they yellowish apricot-colored pupils!?
No, the entire eyes turned apricot yellow!
"Killing you natives gives no burden, heh heh." A twisted grim smile suddenly appeared on Izewende’s face.
What!?
Natives?
The tall thin person was completely stunned by the sudden change.
He hadn’t understood what the Young Clan Chief was saying.
But he understood the aning of Young Clan Chief - it was that the other was prepared, or even planned to kill him!
But at this distance, with his swift speed and terrifying explosiveness, even if there was rescue, it would be too late.
Where did Izewende’s confidence co from?
This huge doubt didn’t last long, the other gave his answer personally.
A dense sound of bones breaking and joints twisting ca from within Izewende, the tall thin person even saw the curvature of the other’s arm twist.
Izewende’s right arm was clearly supposed to swing forward following body montum, but now it bizarrely bent backwards.
And the smile on the face... started from the corner of the mouth, nearly splitting to the chin.
The smile like a devil almost frightened the tall thin person silly.
Still airborne, the tall thin person fearfully opened his mouth: "You’re not..."
Whizz!
The forcibly pulled back right arm instantly shot out like a crossbow arrow!
Thunk!
A hand pierced directly into the center of the chest, making the sound of a blade entering the body.
Crunch!
Amid the crisp sound of bones breaking, the tall thin person’s eyes bulged, his entire body instantly stiffened in mid-air, the furious look frozen in his eye, yet his body wouldn’t move anymore.
Because half his spine was actually knocked out the back!
Thunk.
Hand retracts.
Thud.
The tall thin person fell lifelessly to the ground.
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