I have a cave of evil

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At the foot of the cliff, Zhu Yao and Dui Qimu stood on top of the frozen centipede, watching their subordinates make up the knife and touch the corpse of the enemy who was still breathing, with a happy mood and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are not many remaining enemies here, less than half of the number of people who fell.

No one came to this valley all year round. The fallen leaves and dead trees were stacked on the ground, which was half a meter thick. With the thick snow, it became a cushion to cushion the force of the fall.The Blood Skull Warrior and Berserker Warrior are guys with amazing physical fitness. With such a layer of buffer, many survived.

Those who were not seriously injured have already left, and those who stayed here are all left with a sigh of relief, and it is worthless to rescue them, the guys who were abandoned.

The dark hole of the evil cave is wide open. After Qi Mu’s men stripped the corpse, they carried the corpse and threw it in. After a few breaths, the corpse of this person will never be seen again in the world. It is an excellent means of destroying corpses. .

Looking at Qimu enviously, he felt entangled in his heart, why not just join the tribe of bones, relying on the totem god, it is very convenient to do everything, and he doesn't have to do it himself, and go to the dangerous situation by himself.

He fully understood the course of the battle. In his opinion, Zhu Yao's personal force is not worth mentioning. Those weird creatures who made contributions, such as the beautiful big centipede under their feet, and the rotten python without skin, are the masters of corpses. His family members were summoned to help.

If it was me, it would definitely be a desperate battle. The final result is hard to say, but it must be worse than now.

It's not that he hasn't found wild gods before, but the wild gods around him were almost hunted down by the blood head tribe. After searching for a long time, he didn't see a trace.What's more, tribes believe in totem gods. It's not enough to just find a wild god. There are many details in it. The most important thing is to see whether they are compatible. Some tribes are influenced by the habits of the previous totem gods and passed down through generations. , and let them believe in the totem god with the opposite personality, it will only become more and more depressed, and even ignite anger, leading to conflicts.

For example, the people of the Chasing Wind Tribe love freedom, love nature and life, and they would not choose to believe in a totem god like the Bloodhead God who loves to kill.

Raising the rebel army against Qimu, blood feud is one thing, but seeing the blood-skull tribe killing wantonly, and making blood sacrifices at every turn is another.

Blood sacrifices are normal. Which tribe does not kill people and animals during festivals, but sacrifices to the totem god?

But without the blood head tribe, it would be thousands of people and tens of thousands of people.

After communicating during this period of time, except for Cao Jian, which is smaller in scale, the Bone Tribe is in line with his own ideas. Zhu Yao's several persuasions really moved his heart.

At the mountain pass at the bottom of the valley, Qida looked at the many disabled subordinates and heaved a sigh of relief secretly. He didn't expect that so many people survived, and the degree of punishment he received was much lighter.

He coughed lightly, briefly cared about the bodies of his subordinates, and then led them back.As for someone reporting that the opponent was clearing the battlefield and asking if it was necessary to make a surprise attack, he immediately vetoed it.

Just kidding, aren't you afraid of being a trap?

Seeing so many fighters survived, Sting's eyelids twitched. This was unexpected. He thought that all these guys fell off the cliff and fell to their deaths!

But even so, mobilizing the battle group without permission is a felony.

What's more... There is not much difference between dying early and dying late.

Why did he choose the commander Qida instead of the other commanders?

It is because this person has ambitions, but he has no backing, and he is alone, so he is a good scapegoat.From the moment the warband left the Horde, Qida had nowhere to go.

Siding squeezed out a smile, greeted a few times in a hypocritical manner, patted his chest for reassurance, and turned Qida around, but couldn't help sneering in his heart.

Finally, the spirit and flesh in his hand stopped wriggling and recovered, and a statue that was eighty percent like Zhu Yao took shape. This statue was only a little bigger than the palm of his hand, and the whole body was blood red, with the name of Dui Qimu engraved on the back.

Siding placed the statue on a wooden stake in the center of the open space. With an order, his confidant immediately grabbed four of Qida's men who were seriously injured around him. Hot blood instantly splashed around, and billowing hot air rose.

This drastic change stunned Qida and the others. They were comforting their friends just now, why did they suddenly kill them?

Before they could question, "Puff...Puff..."

Two more wounded had their heads chopped off.

Qida was furious: "What are you doing?"

"What?"

The leading confidant of Sting tilted his head, with a look of disdain, and said sarcastically: "Of course I cleaned up the mess for you. As for you, you are a waste. You can't do a little thing well, and you still need Mrs. Sting to do it yourself. face asked."

He strolled up to Qida and patted his face lightly, "Now Master Sting casts a spell because of you. Do you need us to pay for the consumables for this spell? Of course you should pay for it."

Qida's eyes were on fire, and his teeth were gnashing loudly. He held back his anger and said, "The casting of a spell requires human sacrifice. You can just tell me in advance. I can capture the enemy, so why use my own people?"

"Advance?" Sting's confidant opened his arms exaggeratedly, and laughed: "In advance, we didn't know that you were such a waste, that you couldn't even take down the small remnants, and caused such heavy casualties. Are you worthy of being called the commander? Any dog ​​in the tribe will be better than you, I'm yuck!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on Qida's clothes. Qida's face was extremely ugly, his lips and teeth were murmured, his fists were clenched and loosened, and then clenched again.He looked at Si Ding, who was using the blood to cast a magic circle, and prayed with his eyes open, hoping that he could end all this.

Sting didn't respond. He seemed to be concentrating on casting a spell, and he didn't hear anything outside the window.

Qida understands why Siding's cronies are so confident and arrogant.

Tolerate!

Must hold back!

He held back, but suddenly there was a shout behind him, and a pair of thick iron fists slammed into the face of Sting's confidant, sending him flying two steps away and falling to the ground.

For a moment, Qida's mind went blank.

- It's over! ! !

The fist-throwing subordinate yelled, "You bastard from a motherfucker, slave shit, what were you doing while your father and I were fighting hard in front?"

Siding's confidant suffered a lot, his eyes were full of stars, he shook his head, and then slowly got up. His eyes were swollen, and his nostrils were bleeding. He heard the other party's questioning, and smiled sinisterly: "Fighting hard ahead? No, no, It is us who are fighting hard ahead, not you deserters."

He looked suddenly serious, and shouted loudly:

"By the order of the tenth priest, Lord Siding! Commander Qi Da privately called the battle group, and now arrests him. Anyone who resists will be treated as a defector."

"Commander Qida, please restrain your subordinates and don't let them act aggressively."

"You..." Qida looked at Siding blankly, which was different from what was agreed.

Siding's confidant wiped his nosebleeds, turned his palms around, showed them in front of Qida, and said harshly, "Say, does this count as resistance? Commander Qida." chaptere