I Am a Summoning Master

Chapter 271 Crisis

"Ready to break through!"

Abel’s words were said by biting his teeth. He did not find out that his original white lips were bitten by him, and a trace of blood was slowly flowing out of his mouth.

The young tribes and men and women around him are red-eyed, and the pair of powerful hands hold the long hair in their hands. If these long hairs are made of hard Warcraft bones, otherwise, it is very likely They want to break through without weapons!

In front of them are hundreds of silent and uninteresting collections, and silently pick up the simple weapons in their hands, there are scorpions for arable land, axe with chopping trees, and kitchen knives for cooking...

Obviously knowing that waiting for them will be death, but Able and others are discovering that they did not show the expression of fear. They were led by the old man who took the initiative to raise the back of the temple. They all showed a happy smile.

There are a few young tribal men and women who can't help but cry low because they have their loved ones among these people!

If they have been warned by their loved ones before, they are likely to go to prevent them from committing suicide!

But this is the reality! This is also the reality that the mainland's indigenous people need to face!

Destroy together! Or keep the tribe's fire!

Such a choice is very painful for any leader and has to make a decision choice!

"ready…"

Just as Able announced that they would take over the old and weak of the temple, they suddenly heard a scream from outside the door.

"Abel's adult, can't support it in front!" The crowd suddenly changed his face and turned his head. He saw a wound on his body, and the **** soldier ran in breathlessly, looking at him. A pair of trembling floating legs, everyone is worried that he will fall.

Suddenly he was awkward and the whole body suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, a young man hurryed up and hugged him, which prevented him from falling to the ground.

"How's it going?"

This person Able knew that he was the biological son of the patriarch. Before Able was injured, he came back to deal with the wound. It was the patriarch who took him in front to resist.

"Abel, the father said that let you go! He will withstand World of Warcraft for a while! He also said..." Here, the young tribe of the young tribe could not help but burst into tears.

"Abel! You are going! Let us be here!" The old man who spoke, he bit his teeth and said to the hundreds of old and weak soldiers who reached out.

"We are all old, regardless of the future depends on these young people, now is the time for us to play the heat!"

When the old man finished, he smiled at the other old man in the middle and took a picture of his chest. "Haha, this is of course! Your kid competed with me for the bride. I accidentally lost to you. Now let's try again! Who killed Warcraft! See who can live to the end!"

The old man heard the words suddenly, and he was very familiar with the person who spoke. After all, he had been dealing with it for decades. He thought that this thing should have been thoughtless for so long. He did not expect that he would come up now.

But he was not angry, but picked up his long hair and waved and laughed.

"That! That compares!"

...

Outside the valley at this time

Hundreds of low-level Warcraft are besieging the valley. Because the valley's exit is small, and the size of Warcraft is too large, these Warcraft were actually blocked by dozens of indigenous fighters.

However, since World of Warcraft was born to take advantage of the size and strength, after a period of persistence, the indigenous warriors slowly lost some physical strength, and many soldiers were immediately scratched by Warcraft.

If it weren't for one of the tall indigenous warriors who supported it, they would probably be confiscated and dragged into Warcraft.

The result is not what anyone wants to see!

"Roar!"

It seems that it was because there was no result for so long. After the World of Warcraft, a tiger-shaped Warcraft couldn’t help but scream, and those Warcraft sounded a chill.

And those indigenous humans were also slowed down by this momentum. At this time, a leopard-shaped Warcraft suddenly accelerated, and the whole body suddenly appeared next to the tall indigenous warrior.

The fangs of Warcraft are so sharp in the eyes of everyone, maybe the Warcraft is too close, and the indigenous warriors seem to be able to smell the stench of the Warcraft mouth.

As everyone exclaimed, when the indigenous warriors tried hard to defend, they suddenly found a black shadow flying quickly toward themselves, and hit the leopard accurately and flew it far to the ground.

"Hey!"

When the leopard stood up again, the crowd found out that it was just a spear that hit the leopard who wanted to attack the indigenous warrior.

"The patriarch, you are fine!"

What I saw was the brave of the previous generation in the family, and after he was old and weak, he immediately understood what he was as the patriarch, and his eyes immediately became red.

"I..." He still wants to say something, but the old man is not giving him a chance, although it is not polite for a patriarch, but the people present did not care about this.

"The next step is to hand it over to me! The patriarch must protect the Abel adults!" After a fierce wave of his hand, hundreds of indigenous weaks holding simple weapons stood up without hesitation.

"Roar!"

Tiger-shaped Warcraft suddenly snorted, and then hundreds of Warcraft stopped the attack, but they slowly expanded the surrounding.

Obviously, this clever Warcraft understands that human beings are going to break through, and obviously it has made reasonable arrangements.

"Not good! You are going from the west, here we are blocking!" The old man understands the situation and understands the intention of Warcraft~www.readwn.com~There is no nonsense at the moment, directing everyone to arrange in several rows to make a preparation. The appearance of the assault.

Their idea is very simple, do not seek to kill these Warcraft, just delay the time for the future of the Horde, even if it is one minute and one second!

Seeing more than one hundred old and weak women and women holding simple weapons, staring at the opposite World of Warcraft without fear, when a cold wind hit, the leaves were blowing and flying, and the scene was striking and tragic. The picture comes.

The patriarch’s eyes glanced at the old man who ran out with tears. At this time, he knew that it was something that could not be led by him, so he yelled at the young tribal warriors behind him.

"We break through!"

Just when the tribe was divided into two teams and it was about to come into contact with Warcraft, suddenly a scream came from afar. It seemed that the sound was getting closer and closer, which made Able and others suddenly change their faces, but what they did not find was that they were present. The Warcraft suddenly stopped the attack, and turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from behind.

The Tiger-shaped Warcraft is turning around and screaming at this place. If someone can distinguish the sound of Warcraft, he will find that this scream seems to be different from before...