Chapter 622 The benefactor is here again "there" The old man looked in the direction of the vice-captain's finger.
Lu Xiaobu couldn't feel any energy in that direction, but he used his peripheral vision to scan those smiling faces, and he could tell at a glance that they were full of joy.
They were slaves captured from other small tribes.
"Kill all these guys."
The old man's eyes were gloomy.
He couldn't vent his anger on his own people, but he could vent his anger on the people of these tribes.
If the slaves were gone, he could just go to other tribes to capture them.
How dare these guys dare to gloat about their misfortune?
Looking for death "yes" "snort" The old man snorted and then drifted away.
Lu Xiaobu had not been gone for long, only two minutes at most.
If he chose the right direction, he could easily catch Lu Xiaobu.
It was just that he was destined to be disappointed.
After Lu Xiaobu got into the forest, he circled around to the other side, but he did not leave, staring at the Fire Tribe people from a distance in the dark.
When the old man appeared, Lu Xiaobu's heartbeat accelerated a lot, but the power of sealing the sky was too powerful, and the old man couldn't sense his presence at all, as long as he didn't deliberately look at the old man.
He didn't want to give up on the fat meat in his mouth.
After killing four people, he felt a little unfinished, so he circled back again.
When the time was right, he would kill them again, but this time would have to come later.
Just push it, the old man hasn't gone too far yet, so I have to wait until the old man runs far away before talking.
After the old man left, the people of the Fire Tribe immediately relaxed.
The pressure the old man brought to them was so great that they could hardly breathe.
When they relaxed, they all looked with hatred at the guys they captured as slaves.
Most of these people were women and children, and very few young adults and elderly people.
"Laugh, I'll make you laugh, little bastard."
A low-level soldier who had been guarding these slaves had a ferocious face and looked at a child next to him fiercely.
The child was young, about six or seven years old.
Lu Xiaobu could see no fear in his expression, but only relief.
"You bandits, you killed my father, you deserve to die so miserably, hahaha."
The child's silvery laughter infected the people around him.
The crowd laughed, and no one was afraid of what was to come.
The gloomy voice of the old man when he left did not escape their ears, and they knew what was waiting for them.
It's just that they are not afraid of death.
All their relatives are dead, and there is no meaning in their lives.
It is such a pleasure to see their enemies die while they are alive.
Moreover, a high-level warrior died.
This was a master that had never appeared in their tribe.
They were very happy, very happy, and many of them even shouted loudly, thanking Lu Xiaobu for what he had just done.
Lu Xiaobu's heart trembled a little, and the laughter in the crowd sounded a bit sad.
He was just doing it for himself, and he never thought about revenge for anyone, so he felt a little guilty in accepting this thank you.
"Kill your father and I tell you, not only your father, but all of you will die, die, you know?"
"Come on, come on, if grandpa is afraid of you, he is not a man."
The little guy's eyes were full of hatred.
Not only was he not afraid, but he pounced forward and bit the low-level soldier's arm.
"Fuck me."
The bitten low-level soldier was not injured at all, but his dignity was provoked by a little child.
The child's head turned into a rotten watermelon.
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How could his small body withstand the attack of a low-level soldier?
The crowd immediately rioted, and everyone rushed towards the low-level soldier regardless of their own safety.
Since they were destined to die, it would be good to kill an enemy before dying.
It's just that they are just a group of people with weak military strength, and the massacre begins.
The Fire Tribe warriors smiled ferociously and used all their anger and fear on this group of unarmed people.
They did not even use the power of the rules, but relied on their own physical attacks to enjoy the feast of blood.
Only blood can They washed away the fear and shame they had just felt in their hearts, and they wanted to regain their previous confidence from these people.
The crowd was like harvested wheat.
Half of the three to four hundred people died in less than a minute.
Blood lay everywhere on the ground, but everyone who kept their heads had smiles on their faces.
Lu Xiaobu watched intently.
He remembered the faces of these people.
These people died because of him.
If he had not attacked this hunting team, then at least half of these hundreds of people would still be alive.
And now these people But because he faced the end of total destruction.
Lu Xiaobu clenched his fists.
At this moment, he wanted to rush forward immediately, but he couldn't.
The time hadn't come yet, and he couldn't save these people even if he rushed out now.
The crowd kept shouting, and the Fire Tribe warriors lost their patience looking at the crowd coming towards them.
"Hmph, I'll just let you die happily.
There's no point in killing a bunch of weak chickens."
A low-level soldier couldn't help it.
If all these people had fear on their faces, then he would be happy to enjoy the killing process, but he did not see any fearful faces in his eyes.
Such killings were very boring.
The rules of fire emerge: "Go to hell" The low-level soldier roared angrily, and the five or six people in front of him were immediately buried in the flames.
"It's now" Lu Xiaobu was waiting for this moment.
In the distance, the old man was still searching for Lu Xiaobu.
From a distance, he could vaguely hear the roar of the low-level soldier just now, and he could also feel the rules of fire over there.
"A bunch of trash, you have to use the power of rules to kill a bunch of slaves."
The old man cursed inwardly, and then walked away at a faster speed.
Gradually, he could no longer hear the sounds coming from over there, and could only feel the fluctuations of the rules of fire.
Lu Xiaobu ran out like a ghost, the spear in his hand flashing cold light.
All the Fire Tribe warriors had their backs to Lu Xiaobu, so no one could detect Lu Xiaobu's existence.
And those people who were being massacred could see a faint light flashing by.
They looked down upon Lu Xiaobu's face.
The only thing they could see clearly was the sharp weapon in the figure's hand.
It was this sharp weapon that killed the four warriors of the Fire Tribe just now. , this is the benefactor who avenged them, and the benefactor is here again: