Under the archway, the warriors of the Ink Ape Department looked horrified.
Standing across from them were the warriors of the Popeye ape tribe, the elite of their suzerain's clan.
Their ink ape department is only an inconspicuous one of the many vassal tribes of the popeye ape department, and when they fight against the popeye ape department, they are inherently mentally inferior.
The morale plummeted, and hundreds of warriors of the Ink Ape Division hung down, and their steps were vainly backwards a few steps.
"Retreat from the latter and kill the whole door," Zamu raised his big sword and roared hoarsely: "You are not the warriors of the Ink Ape Tribe, you are the slaves of the noble master, you are only slaves, you must obey the will of the master" The warriors of the Ink Ape Division shook their bodies and subconsciously raised their swords in their hands.
But the Popeye warrior holding a long knife on the opposite side roared, and took a heavy step forward, these warriors of the Ink Ape tribe had a weak hand, and dozens of weapons fell to the ground, their morale was completely emptied, and instinctive fear dominated their bodies, and they could no longer raise the slightest courage to fight against the Popeye army on the opposite side.
"A bunch of waste" Zamu roared angrily, glaring viciously at the weak-legged warriors.
"Forming a formation" raised the big sword in his hand, and Zha Mu roared loudly.
On both sides of the avenue behind the archway, in the dense flower forest, the Yan warriors of the brigade rushed out, wearing heavy armor, holding spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows, and quickly formed a strict military formation behind the archway.
The avenue behind the archway is not more than twenty zhang wide, and tens of thousands of Yan warriors form a formation, blocking this avenue.
The spear and halberd are faintly cold, and the arrows on the strong bow and crossbow are numerous, and the Yan army under the command of Zamu is an elite, and they have no fear of Popeye.
The battle-spirited Yan warriors held their breath, their eyes red as they stared at the enemy on the other side.
For the Yan warriors, war and killing were already an instinct.
No matter who the enemy on the other side is, if you kill the enemy, they will be rewarded.
Their wives and children will be better fed, better clothed, and better housed.
The warriors of the Yan tribe, who have been enslaved for generations, never distinguish between good and evil, never pay attention to who the enemy is on the other side, no matter who is standing on the other side, cutting off their heads is the best option.
If it weren't for Zamu, he wouldn't have given the order.
These Yan warriors, who were like mad demons at the top of their fighting spirits, couldn't wait to take the initiative to attack Among the tribal elders in the Southern Wilderness in the distance, a red-bearded old man suddenly shouted: "Popeye monkey cubs, attack aha, Lao Tzu bet a jade coin."
You don't dare to do it."
Another old man with red eyes and faint fire gushing laughed loudly: "Attack, monkey cubs, don't take Pusaka's rules to heart, any violent intrusion into other people's private houses will be executed, tsk, isn't it just to cut off your head, you're afraid of a fart?"
The Popeye warrior with the long knife in his hand froze, he hesitated to raise the long knife, but he did not dare to give the order to attack.
The Yan army on the opposite side looked like elites, and the armor on their bodies was obviously much better than that of the clansmen behind them.
Once you do it, tens of thousands of clansmen behind you.
At least more than half of it will be lost.
Not to mention, Pusaka does have this rule, Pusaka is the capital of the Terran tribal alliance, and the place where the high-level of all ethnic groups live together.
The precepts here are extremely strict, if he really dares to attack Qiongxue Palace with tens of thousands of clansmen and kill the servants under Ji Hao's command, then all of them, tens of thousands of clansmen, will undoubtedly be executed.
This is the bottom line, the bottom line that no one can break.
The unlucky man who couldn't retreat from the "Elder" had a bitter face, and looked at the dark cloud with blood at the corner of his mouth at a loss.
The clouds also numb their claws.
Although he was furious in his heart, in front of so many people watching the excitement, he didn't dare to order his own army to attack Qiongxue Palace.
If he really dared to issue such an order, even Wuzhiqi would not be able to protect him "Ji Hao, this little bastard" dark clouds cursed Ji Hao over and over again in his heart.
This damn little barbarian of the Southern Wilderness, how dare he do this How dare he How dare he offend the Popeye Ape Department, how dare he not take the Ancestor Wuzhi Prayer to heart He actually dared to hang himself under the archway, where did he come from so boldly, he was from the Golden Crow, but the dark clouds had already found out, the Golden Crow was originally called the Fire Crow Department, which was a decaying small tribe that had not appeared for thousands of years without a witch king, and the Popeye Ape Department could destroy the small tribe of his clan by dispatching a few witch kings casually How dare Ji Hao offend himself to death like this Not really.
Isn't it that he wants to be opportunistic and save the warriors of the hundreds of thousands of vassal tribes who were reduced to slaves with a trick Ji Hao How dare he do things Ji Hao is really not afraid at all Wuzhiqi is not afraid of Popeye at all The Great God standing behind them Oooh There was a commotion from the crowd around to see the excitement, and the people who watched the excitement were not afraid of big things, and they wished that the dark clouds would order their family members to attack Qiongxue Palace.
Some old guys who have a grudge against Wuyun on weekdays are even more foul-mouthed and scolding.
"Dark clouds without eggs, order" "Bad seeds, I'm hung up, I don't dare to fight hard" "Dark clouds, what kind of attack are you afraid of, you still have to face it" "Hey, go to war, attack the boys, it's soft" The dark clouds were as pale as dirt, and they didn't know what to do with what was in front of them.
Rao had been in a high position for many years and had seen all kinds of strange things, but he never thought that he would encounter such a difficult trouble.
One day, he would be hung under the archway to show the public, and there were clearly tens of thousands of people in front of him, but he didn't dare to let them save himself This thing is too embarrassing Thinking of the grievances, the dark clouds spurted out another mouthful of blood.
The morale of the Popeye warriors plummeted, their heads bowed, their necks shrunk, and the taunts from all sides were like countless slaps in the face, making their faces red.
A golden Ying Long with wings on his back flew quickly in the air, and a middle-aged man in a robe stood behind Ying Long and shouted: "Ji Hao has an order in Emperor Shun, and you lead the Taisi, Shaosi, Barbarian, Yumu, Fengxing and other meritorious ministers to the altar of worship to the heavens, participate in the celebration ceremony, and at the same time accept the canonization of the emperor Shun to reward great merit" People watching the excitement from all directions gasped at the same time Ji Hao, who was young, was actually summoned by Di Shun to participate in the celebration ceremony Many people looked at the ugly dark clouds, and once again burst out laughing at the old guy, this time he really hit the iron plate.
To be continued
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