On the vast earth, a huge sunrise slowly rose from the point where the sky and the earth met, and its orange-red light illuminated half of the sky.
It illuminates this desert oasis full of sounds of fighting, blood and life.
The hazy orange-red light fell here, as if it was dyed with a thin layer of blood-colored haze.
The muscular giant wolf with khaki fur, half a man tall, opened its mouth, revealing its pale and sharp fangs. From time to time, drops of fishy saliva would fall from its mouth and land on the soft yellow sand. superior.
Greedy and cold eyes stared at the Chishui tribe members opposite.
This is the sand wolf of the Black Wolf Tribe. Next to each sand wolf, there is a warrior of the Black Wolf Tribe. All adult members of the Black Wolf Tribe will tame a sand wolf as their fighting partner.
The people of the Black Wolf tribe standing next to the sand wolf all had their upper bodies exposed and their lower bodies wrapped in animal skins. On their exposed chests, they all had the head of a ferocious black giant wolf, with its mouth open and roaring. His eyes were cold and violent, which was extremely frightening to look at.
The leader of the Black Wolf Division is a young man who looks thin and frail. He has an ink-colored giant wolf tattoo on his fair chest, but he is not like others. His eyes are wide open with anger, but the wolf eyes are slightly closed.
Beside him, there was also a sand wolf lying quietly. However, this sand wolf was lying at the same height as the other sand wolves. It is conceivable that if it stood up, it would be taller than the other sand wolves. The wolf is much taller.
The fair-skinned young man looked at the majestic man confronting him with cold eyes. He had a fair-skinned appearance, but his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf.
The young man grinned and reached out to brush his abdomen. There, there was a ferocious and huge scar. This scar ran through the entire left and right sides of the young man's abdomen. Obviously, this wound almost cut the young man off at the waist.
"Gemu, do you know why I kept you people alive instead of killing them all?" The young man showed his white teeth and stared at Gemu with a fierce gaze. His voice was as cold and cold as his eyes.
Gemu straightened his back, ignoring the tearing pain in his back, and forced himself not to look at the corpses on the ground. No matter what, he could not show any weakness in front of the people of the Black Wolf Department.
"Mo He, back then my brother was able to cut you in half with one sword, and he can do it now!" Gemu knew clearly in his heart that the reason why the young man from the Molang tribe stopped after killing most of the Chishui tribe members was It wasn't that he was defeated, but that he was waiting for his brother, Gro, to come back.
Mo He lowered his head and glanced at the scar on his abdomen, his eyes indifferently passing over the countless corpses lying on the yellow sand between the two parties, including members of the Chishui tribe, members of the Molang tribe, and sand wolves.
Finally, he returned his gaze firmly to Gemu's face, "Haha, back then... Gemu, I will not kill you, nor will I kill the remaining members of the Chishui Tribe, because, I will wait for your brother Gro to come back, kill them one by one in front of him, and then let my sand wolf eat them one by one!"
As if in response to Mo He's words, the huge sand wolf that had been lying next to Mo He raised its head, grinning, revealing its white fangs and a few drops of fishy saliva.
Gemu held the hand of the stone spear and squeezed the gun body tightly. On his arm, there were red meridians emerging.
It wasn't until the Black Wolf Tribe attacked that they knew that the body refiner who broke through to the innate realm was Mo He. If the entire Black Wolf Tribe had a grudge against the Chishui Tribe, then Mo He, He is the one who hates the Chishui Department the most.
There is no other reason.
Mo He's father broke an arm in a conflict with the Chishui tribe, and he became a cripple from a Molang tribe soldier.
Later, Mo He was almost cut in half by Ge Luo during the fight with him ten years ago.
It can be said that the hatred between Mohe and Chishui tribe is quite deep.
"You...aren't you afraid of the Shadow Clan's blame? You know, my clan's Fei Yuan is the wife of the Shadow Clan's leader Liang!" The leader of the Chishui Tribe fell to the ground, his right leg It had disappeared, and the bright red blood was seeping on the yellow sand. His face was as pale as snow, and he said with a lack of breath.
When he mentioned Fei Yuan, Mo He showed a strange smile on his face. He raised his head and laughed twice, then looked at the Chishui tribe leader with a mocking look in his eyes, "You should have a look at the man who was once known as the Chishui tribe." The most beautiful Fei Yuan asked for help? How about it? Has she replied to you?"
Looking at the gloomy faces and silent responses of the Chishui tribe members, Mo He looked at the Chishui tribe leader with a sneer on his lips. The words that came out of his mouth caused the expressions of the remaining Chishui tribe members to change dramatically.
"I would like to tell you some news. Your Fei Yuan passed away half a year ago!"
After saying that, Mo He looked at the Chishui tribe members whose expressions changed dramatically, and the shock and disbelief in their eyes. Finally, he looked at the Chishui tribe leader and joked, "Why, it seems you don't know, the Shadow Clan also No one informed you, and that’s right. She is just one of the wives of the leader of the Liang clan of the Shadow Clan. Without this, there is still that one, right? If she dies, she will die."
Looking at the Chishui tribesmen with satisfaction, the momentum that they would rather die than surrender, and threaten to defeat them all, gradually disintegrated and dissipated, and a deep sadness began to spread.
The smile on Mo He's lips grew wider. That's it, he just wanted to watch the people of the Chishui Department slowly die in despair, just like his father.
As the morning sun gradually rose into the sky, the temperature gradually became scorching.
Suddenly, there were sounds of piercing the air. The remaining tribesmen of the Chishui tribe and the tribesmen of the Molang tribe all looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw streaks of fire passing over the sand dunes in the distance, heading here quickly.
The leader, the most powerful one, was a ball of flame that looked like a small sun. Inside, there was a strong man two meters tall. On the man's resolute face, his thick black eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were full of anger. .
Gro.
Mo He saw the man in the flames, with a happy and expectant face on his fair face, and madness in his cold eyes.
When Gemu saw his eldest brother Ge Luo, he felt happy at first, but then his face turned gloomy. Mo He had already broken through to the innate realm, and his brother...
The remaining Chishui tribe members saw the dozens of flame streams, saw Ge Luo, and saw Sha Heng, and strong hope suddenly rose in their hearts.
But the leader of the Chishui tribe lowered his head slightly, and showed a bitter smile in a corner where no one could see him. Gro's momentum was much stronger than before he left, and he was only half a step away from the innate realm. , but after all, it is not innate!
However, half a step away is like a natural chasm.
