Lord of Hyranza

Chapter 12

The afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy, leaving thin patches of light in the woodland.

There is a lot of humidity in the woods. Although the sun is isolated from the outside, the woods cannot stop the erosion of heat waves. The whole woods is like a huge steamer.

The screams of the natives could be heard far away.

This group of natives of Handanal County were driven from the plains to the mountains by evil spirits, but the natives did not seem to hate these evil spirits very much. Instead, they caused trouble for the soldiers of the Green Empire everywhere. It has become the biggest trouble for the logistics supply line of the Green Empire.

The people of the Green Empire occupied this land just for the rich resources on this land. Some slave traders in the Green Empire, at most, arrested some indigenous people and sold them to some big lords on the main plane of Roland Continent. become a slave.But in the eyes of the evil spirits, these indigenous people are just sour food...

The two aborigines who were guarding the aboriginal leader soon discovered He Boqiang. They regarded He Boqiang as the aboriginal who was left behind. When they saw He Boqiang running over, they pointed their wooden spears at the large army in front of them, indicating to He Boqiang. Hurry up and follow.

He Boqiang did not make a sound. When He Boqiang rushed to a place less than 20 meters away from the indigenous leader, the two indigenous people finally discovered the difference in He Boqiang.

The aboriginal leader also saw at this time that He Boqiang was not an aboriginal at all. He let out a strange cry and directed the strong aboriginal man under his crotch to step back. The two aborigines beside him held wooden spears and strode forward He rushed towards He Boqiang.

The distance of more than [-] meters is only a matter of seconds for He Boqiang and the two natives. He Boqiang did not slow down in the running. He rushed towards a native. Just when the two were about to collide, that The famous native stabbed He Boqiang with the wooden spear in his hand.

He Boqiang, on the other hand, used his feet to exert force, leaping high, and the Roman sword in his hand swung out like lightning, slashing precisely on the wooden spear of the natives.

The hardwood spear snapped, and He Boqiang took the opportunity to smash the native's face with his elbow and his knee on the native's chest. When they collided, a series of bone cracks sounded. The native was knocked to the ground by He Boqiang, and He Boqiang also stepped over his body for the first time, chasing after the aboriginal leader who kept retreating.

Finding that he could not escape, the indigenous leader drove the strong indigenous man under his crotch to meet He Boqiang. The indigenous leader waved the wooden stick with the Fan flag tied in his hand and smashed it at He Boqiang, with a crimson fire.

He Boqiang was startled by the fire, he turned aside to move the burning stick away, the stick brushed against his cheek, and the scorching flame made his face feel a sting.

The aboriginal leader was overjoyed when he saw that the blow worked, and he ordered the strong aboriginal man under his crotch to chase forward.

Although He Boqiang was strong, he lacked combat experience. The aboriginal strong man carried the leader and strode to pursue him. He raised his foot and kicked towards He Boqiang's lower abdomen. Lifting it up, he actually cut a two-foot-long mouth on the chest of the native strong man. The abdominal cavity and chest cavity were cut open by a sharp tool, and the internal organs were squeezed out along the wound and flowed all over the ground.

The strong man wailed and fell to the ground.

The native leader riding on his neck also lost his center of gravity and fell down.

He Boqiang didn't expect that his body's instinctive reaction would be so fierce. He was a little flustered just now, his mind was blank, and the movements in his hands were completely subconscious behaviors, but he killed the burly aboriginal strong man.

The native leader who fell to the ground threw the Fanqi staff on the ground. He was about to climb over and retrieve the Fanqi staff. How could He Boqiang let him get back his weapon and clenched his hand tightly. The Roman sword inside, gritted his teeth and threw himself down on the indigenous leader, stabbing the sharp Roman sword into the back of the indigenous leader.

The indigenous guards chasing from behind held a wooden spear and stabbed He Boqiang in the back of the neck.

Out of the body's instinctive reaction, He Boqiang lowered his head subconsciously, and the wooden spear stuck to his scalp and stabbed into the air.

He Boqiang grabbed the wooden spear with one hand, and the Roman sword in the other hand stabbed the native guard's chest. The broken braid of the aboriginal guard was wiped fiercely on the neck of the native guard with a Roman sword, and the native guard directly swallowed.

After killing three natives in a row, the blood in his body was still rushing non-stop, his heartbeat seemed to be beating a drum, and He Boqiang sat collapsed on the glade covered with dead leaves, his palm tightly clenched against Rome. The sword, at this moment, also rolled to the ground, and the blood on the body quickly condensed, and the palm of the hand was a little sticky.

He Boqiang wanted to find some dead leaves and wipe the blood off his hands.

Before he could sit on the ground to catch his breath, the aboriginals hidden in the depths of the jungle discovered that the leader had been killed, and immediately issued hurried shouts in the dense forest.

The aborigines in the surrounding area gathered around He Boqiang's position. The aborigines hadn't arrived yet, but the messy arrows had already flown one after another. A wooden arrow just happened to land at He Boqiang's feet and lost its strength.

He Boqiang watched countless natives surrounded them, so frightened that he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He picked up the Roman sword on the ground and the long staff of the native leader tied with the Fan flag, and ran towards the gap in the encirclement.

Probably the natives who were charging in front also learned the news of the leader's death. The natives who were charging in front immediately collapsed. Countless natives chased after He Boqiang, who was alone, and gave up the easy victory without hesitation.

He Boqiang was worried that he would be torn apart by the angry natives behind him, and ran in the direction with all his strength. Some natives wanted to stop He Boqiang on the way, but no one could stop him.

Behind He Boqiang, hundreds of indigenous people formed a fan shape, desperately shouting and chasing after He Boqiang.

He Boqiang didn't even think that if he killed the aboriginal leader by himself, he would actually annoy all the aboriginal people. He didn't even dare to look back at the situation behind him.

I don't know how far I ran, but I felt that my legs were getting heavier and heavier. The air I inhaled in my lungs seemed to never be enough. There was a salty taste in my throat. He Boqiang knew that he was exhausted. In this situation, the natives were always biting behind them and didn't fall far.

He Boqiang was running and his feet were soft. He didn't know what he tripped under his feet, and his body flew forward uncontrollably.

He Boqiang's face slammed hard on the forest floor full of fallen leaves, and his body flipped forward, like a hard-landed dirt plane, tossing up all the large leaves in the forest, and his whole body also fell. With seven meat and eight elements, my mind is blank, and there is only one thought: 'It's over! '

Just when he was full of despair, a melodious horn sounded across the woodland, followed by a boiling cry of killing...

(End of this chapter)