Late at night, a thousand miles away from the large camp of the human migrant army outside Huaimen.

In the deep mountains, dozens of men with unlucky clothes and unfaithed faces confronted each other in a valley. The bodies of these men were covered with large mottled tattoos, all with ferocious poisonous insects and cruel beasts. They were either surrounded by poisonous snakes, or with big pythons, beasts, or ferocious birds standing on their shoulders, all with vicious looks.

Around the valley, countless tall and burly figures stood densely, and everyone was breathing like a beast, with a brutal, barbaric, and unreasonable turbid and fierce light flashing in their eyes.

"What's wrong? You bastards are all here!" One of the many big men in the valley spoke out and provoked.

"You stupid guy can come, why can't we come?" After saying a word, someone immediately replied rudely.

"Slowly make noise and do the serious things first. When you do this business, you will plunder enough slaves. If you have revenge, you will be wronged. If you want to kill someone, you will be happy! "An old man in a gorgeous costume slowly emerged from the darkness.

With a cold smile, the old man in Xiu tribe said sternly: "But, if you only care about private fights and ruin this deal, you bastards who kill thousands of swords will not be afraid, your wives, children, and all of them will die!"

A group of fierce and violent men looked at each other, and snorted heavily at the same time.

"Correction of equipment, and in half an hour, kill with all your strength!" The old man of Xiu nodded with satisfaction: "The price is as follows the price I mentioned. In the future, you will still take the tribe members to wander in the wilderness and be the lonely ghost. You can still get a fertile territory and live happily and live in peace and contentment. It depends on your tonight."

Many dark clan servants walked out of the darkness, holding the shining rune heavy armor in their arms, and various weapons shining with cold light. The men grinned with satisfaction, and strode up to snatch the armor from the servants' arms and put it on their bodies, snatched the weapon they liked and held it in their hands and waved it casually.

A big man with five poisonous scorpions on his cheek held a machete to slash the wind and waved it a few times, and suddenly said coldly: "Old Yan... That is the water control army commanded by Chonghou Si Wenming. There are countless masters in it, and there are thousands of masters at the Witch Emperor level alone... Don't you deceive us to die!"

The old man Xiu tribe had a flash of light in his eyes and he said lightly: "Don't worry, there are people who will deal with the masters under Si Wenming's command. You just rush forward and plunder ordinary slaves."

After a slight pause, Old Yan said gently: "Don't worry, they are all sleeping like dead dogs now, eating and drinking, and they are all drunk. Just rush forward, and there are probably not many people who can get up and resist. You just tie up and leave. Whoever dares to resist, just kill them. You don't have to worry about the others."

The big men looked at each other, and grinned a few strange sounds and clenched the weapons in their hands.

They were all leaders of the wandering tribes. They did not have their fixed territory. They drove their livestock to wander in the wilderness all year round, camping wherever they went, and occasionally doing part-time jobs to rob houses.

The flood washed away all their livestock, making them who were already poor and poor. For the sake of their tribe, their wives, children, and their children, they must make a lot of money.

Dozens of wandering tribes gathered together to attack and kill the human army under the control of water under Si Wenming. No matter how you look at it, it is all a matter of moths flying into the fire and killing them for nothing. But the dogs are eager to jump over the wall and the people are desperate. As long as the old Yan doesn't fool them, there is really a master who deals with the existence of the Witch Emperor level in Si Wenming's army...

So what if I fight? They have done a lot of things to rob the human village and tied up the human teenage girls and sold them to foreigners as slaves!

They are all outlaws, and the entire tribe is all outlaws. Since they are outlaws, what are you afraid to do? Is Si Wenming very amazing? It’s not just carrying one head on both shoulders, and a bird plus two eggs under his crotch. He sacrifices his life to fight. Who is afraid of whom?

The mountains of armor and weapons were sent up by the Dark Clan servants.

The thick armor is extremely strong and dense, with dense rune flashes that indicate that these armors are all top-notch good products, and are top-notch good products that these outlaws have never seen before. And those extremely sharp machetes can definitely cut off the bodies of three or five strong men with one knife; those spears with amazing penetration can easily penetrate even a dragon.

Not to mention the various powerful crossbows and bed crossbows with exquisite designs and amazing lethality.

There are also various war puppets produced by masters of the Xiu clan with agile action, amazing defense and terrible lethality, various metal spiders, metal scorpions, various giant bears, leopards, wild wolfs, and dragons.

There are even ten floating battle forts with a length of about one mile and a wall of ten feet thick!

"Be good, just such a floating battle fort can buy all of our dozens of tribes?" A tribe leader jumped onto a floating battle fort and slapped the divine tower that emitted a faint light on the city wall: "Hey, Lao Yan, are these things for us?"

Old Yan, an old man from the Xiu tribe, nodded with a smile. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "There is still half a quarter of an hour to prepare for the attack! A journey of only a thousand miles, two hours, is it enough on the road?"

Dozens of extremely fierce tribal leaders laughed strangely, and they grinned their teeth and showed their black teeth, and shouted to the sky with excitement.

Ten floating battle forts lined up in front, followed by hundreds of thousands of alien war puppets, and countless desperate outlaws from wandering tribes cling to these puppets and used their power to rush on their way.

Behind the war puppet, there were tens of millions of people from dozens of wandering tribes, many of whom had just condensed a trace of witch power. They gasped loudly and rushed forward immediately behind the running war puppet.

There were even many old men and women in the team. They were also wearing armor and holding various strong bows and crossbows. They were like a group of bandits going down the mountain, running towards the large water control army camp thousands of miles away.

A black fog quickly spread among the wandering tribes' team. In the blink of an eye, a black fog of hundreds of miles in an radius enveloped the entire team.

The black mist covered their footsteps, the sound of gasping, the sound of their weapons and armor colliding with each other. This group of extremely ferocious wandering tribe warriors crossed mountains and ridges in a mighty manner, quickly approaching the camp of the water-controlling army.

Under the night, in the sky, the crow spread its wings and hangs in the air. His eyes spewed out golden light, and he could see the black fog that was approaching rapidly from a distance at a glance.

With a 'rattle', the sharp roar of the Crow's husband tore through the tranquility of the night sky. His wings shook, and countless golden wings sprinkled into the black fog with surging flames.
Chapter completed!