"Clan leader, they sacrifice totems and are ready to launch a large-scale attack!"

When some of the people in the Qinglong Tribe saw this situation, they all seemed to fall into an ice cave, as if they were losing their parents. Even the sound of their speech was trembling violently, and even there was a crying voice.

Every time one of the other party's totem appears, their hearts will sink a little.

After the black water snake appeared, the morale of the enemy rose unprecedentedly. However, the morale of the Qinglong Tribe had fallen to the bottom.

"Don't be afraid, they have totems, and our Qinglong Tribe has them too!"

Someone shouted at the top of his throat, his voice a little hoarse, like a muffled thunder, with obvious lack of confidence and no morale could be boosted at all.

In this situation, let alone the totem and the divine envoy have not appeared, even if they have already appeared, they may not be able to reverse the world, right?

You know, the other party has four totems, and the Tengshe tribe is still a sixth-level totem, which is even more powerful than the dragon.

How can I fight this battle?

There is no way to fight at all!

"Captain, let's surrender!"

Some "smart" barbarians saw the situation clearly and put forward the humiliating suggestion of surrender.

The fights and killings among the barbarians are quite frequent, so in order to prevent the enemy from rekindling, they have an unwritten rule here.

Any tribe they forcibly occupied by them, based on the wheels of the car, and any man who is taller than the wheels of the car will be cut in half. Women and children will be reduced to slaves for them to play with!

If a tribe that surrenders actively, the Shengfang will be in a good mood and may be extra kind and choose the "nine lives and one death" gameplay.

The so-called nine births and one death is the literal meaning.

Ten people, in the form of lottery, select one person, and directly dismember five horses and atone for others.

The remaining nine people will be lucky enough to survive and be sent to places like mines and act as hard laborers.

But half a year ago, that time was an exception.

Li Chen hated this endless killing, so he explicitly forbidden this kind of barbaric behavior in the name of the dragon.

surrender?

As soon as this proposal was proposed, many tribal warriors were shaken in their hearts.

Taking the initiative to surrender means nine lives and one death. As long as you don’t become that poor unlucky person, you still have hope of living. Although you will be sent to the mine as a coolie in the future, it is better to live without a chance to die.

If you continue to resist, you will basically be dead and have no life.

Death, what a terrible word!

"No, my Qinglong tribe would rather die than surrender. We will win this battle, and Lord Shenlong will protect us!"

Kru, who had been in a state of turmoil and exhausted, suddenly jumped onto the protruding boulder like a heart attack, raising his arms and shouting.

However, as soon as Cru's ending sound came to the ground, an elder of the Qualifying Sect jumped out and openly sang the opposite tune.

"Clan Chief, the enemy's offensive is too fierce, we are afraid..."

"Click!"

Before the unlucky guy could finish his words, Cru's slashed down suddenly and cut it into half.

"If you dare to surrender again and disrupt our army's morale, you will be punished for rebelling against the clan and will be killed without mercy!"

Kru used thunder to intimidate the anxious tribe members and put the entire battlefield into a silence like death.

Huh!

The north wind whistles, the flags roar, making a whimpering sound, as if thousands of unjust souls were crying.

The pungent smell of blood makes people feel sick and almost suffocated.

"charge!"

At this moment, the leopard, jackal, teng snake, mulberry wolf, and flower scorpion tribes on the mountain launched charges one after another.

The cowhide drum was beaten and the shouts were pounding. The shouts and kills were like the soul-stimulating song played by the god of death.

Seeing this, Kru's eyes were shattered, he raised his bloody sword high, and shouted hysterically: "Can camp, follow me to charge!"

The so-called trap camp is the vanguard troops of the four major tribes such as Li Chen trained six months ago to conquer the mammoth and divine turtles.

They are all elites from all over the world and are loyal to the totem dragon.

Moreover, for the sake of the faith in their hearts, even if they are allowed to go through fire and water, they will do whatever they want.

This is also the only unit in the Qinglong Tribe that can fight head-on with the enemy.

"charge!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

The tragic horn and hoarse voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

They all knew very well that facing an enemy that was dozens of times more than themselves, this charge was basically lifeless, which was no different from suicide.

But they still chose to charge without hesitation!

Are they not afraid of death?

No, everyone is afraid of death.

It’s just that they think that faith in their hearts is more important than their own life, that’s all.

Although the camp is very powerful, it still looks so fragile and vulnerable when facing the fierce four totems, especially the strongest Black Tengsnake.

However, they still fought to the death. When the weapons were cut off, they beat them with their fists and kicked them with their feet. When they were broken, they would use their teeth to bite them like beasts...

Charge, fall, get up, charge again... until you completely die.

Bloody killings and sad chapters are happening every moment.

The blood dyed the earth red, the blue sky red, and everyone's eyes red...

After half an hour of fighting, one in ten camps was completely defeated.

The arm of the patriarch Kru's knife-holding arm had also been cut off. He half-kneeled on the ground and cried to the blue sky.

"Great Dragon, please open your eyes and look at your people. They are struggling in dire straits and lingering on the verge of death. Please save them, save them!"

I don’t know if it was his begging, but because of some other reason, a majestic dragon roar came from the rolling clouds in the distance, captivating the soul.

Everyone looked sideways, and saw a dragon rising from the clouds, and three figures were standing on their backs, rushing towards this side.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was silent like death.

Whether it was the Qinglong tribe, or the Tengshe tribes, everyone's eyes were all looking at the dragon in the air.

"It's the Shenlong, it's the Shenlong. He didn't give up on us. He came to save us!"

Kru recognized the dragon, and immediately burst into tears and shouted hysterically.

The other tribes of the Qinglong tribe were all put down their plans at this moment, and knelt down very devoutly, praying to the dragon.

"Dragon, Dragon!"

"Dragon, Dragon!"

...

Everyone in the Qinglong tribe was filled with tears of excitement and was ecstatic.

The four tribes of Tengsnake, mulberry wolf, leopard jackal, and flower scorpion have unprecedentedly serious expressions.

Seeing that his worries came true, Hua Xiezi said tremblingly: "The totem of the Qinglong Tribe has appeared!"

Brother Teng snorted angrily and shouted: "What are you afraid of? The Qinglong Tribe has totems. Are there not our four tribes? Or do you think that the totems of our four tribes can still not compete with their Qinglong Tribe's totems?"

When the others heard Teng Ge'er's shouting, the others looked at each other, and the heart that had just risen was put back in their stomachs.

The totems of the four major tribes join forces to kill them, so why fear is it?

But Hua Xiezi, who is cautious by nature, is still a little uneasy.

Moreover, she felt that the uneasiness in her heart was not from the dragon, but from the three figures on the dragon's back.
Chapter completed!