I Just Want to Die

Chapter 170: Primitive tribes (16)

　　As the sky wishes, Chongguo then lacked strength, and his movements slowed down.

After a while, Chongbian panted. The male master seized the opportunity, quickly found the neutral gear and quickly approached Chong's waist, Chong swept with a giant axe.

　　 The male host stepped on the ground vigorously, jumped up sharply, and the giant axe swept under him. He held the knife in both hands, raised his head high, and with the moment of falling, pierced hard at Chong.

　　Chong's body was not flexible enough, and it was too late to raise a giant axe. He bit the back molar tightly and raised his arm to pick up the knife.

　　 The sharp blade instantly plunged into the flesh and blood spewed out.

　　Chong's face turned pale and purple, and he collapsed to the ground in a blink of an eye.

　　Ajin looked at the wound on Chong's arm. The wound was very deep, and the small blade had been half penetrated.

　　 Judging from the amount of blood spurting, it should be stuck in the artery.

　　Chong's eyes began to become apathetic, and slowly lost his luster.

　　 the male master raised his stone knife and shouted at the crowd,

"kill!"

　　 "Kill!"

　　 The people of the Bing tribe have a very high fighting intent, raising their weapons in their hands and shouting toward the hinterland of the Dahuang tribe.

　　Ajin followed his tribesmen to minimize casualties.

　　 The male master found the house of Wu in accordance with his memory, and Wu was sitting in the center of the room. He looked at the gray-haired old man, almost unable to find what he remembered.

　　 "You are the leader of the ice tribe, you can come here to compare Chong has been defeated."

　　Although the old man is old, his gaze towards bamboo is still sharp.

　　 The man walked up to him and looked at him from a condescending position,

　　 "You look like a shrivelled bloodsucker now, has the great waste enough to feed you?"

　　 The old man's eyes are like a knife,

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　The man grabbed his neck and lifted him in midair. The old man's hypoxic complexion instantly turned red, his legs were constantly struggling, and his hands broke the iron hand between his throats.

　　 The male host's eyes are red,

　　 "Once my parents were also members of the blood-sucking insects, they were cleaned up like pests, and now it is your dry, sick old worm."

　　 The old man felt that the palm between his throats began to tighten, and the voice around his mouth became intermittent,

　　 "Things..... competing...days....selecting.....weak.....due....dead."

　　The male master increased his strength in his hand, his hatred filled his heart, he gritted his teeth,

　　 "Since that's the case, go die."

　　 "I...but...y...witch..."

　　Only heard the click, the male owner snapped his neck neatly.

　　 The old man's body was like a worn rag, and was thrown in the dirty corner. The rag was dirty, and at a glance it even felt the smell.

　　 The male master withdrew his gaze and walked out of the dim house. He spit out a deep breath in his heart, Mom and Dad, I have avenged you.

　　 At this moment, he actually felt a lot easier on his body, as if the chain that had been imprisoned for many years had finally opened.

　　 He lifted the knife and rushed towards the enemy again. He felt that he had made the knife faster, had more strength, and became lighter.

　　With the powerful alliance between Ajin and the male lead, the Dahuang Tribe was soon completely defeated.

　　The people of the Dahuang tribe saw that the general trend was gone, and some people began to choose surrender, one or two... twenty or thirty, until all surrendered.

　　 The war is over.

　　 Ajin counted the manpower, and Tianwu lost a third of the people. Everyone was hung with heavy or light injuries.

　　 Fortunately, Wu Wu had already prepared, and Ajin distributed all the herbs to heal the soldiers.

　　Compared with Ajin, the male host would have suffered more serious losses. He lost nearly half of the soldiers, and countless seriously injured.

　　Ajin gave him the extra herbs,

　　 "This is a herb prepared by our witch, please use it for the warrior."

　　 The man took the herb and took Ajin's hand heavily,

　　 "Thank you, I will remember your kindness."

　　Tianwu tribe witch's healing technology, the surrounding tribes have heard about it. Bing tribe's witch is good at divination, but he only knows a little about healing.

　　With these herbs, many people in their own tribe will be saved.

　　Ajin withdrew his hand,

　　 "You are welcome, we are an alliance."

　　 the male host is more happy,

　　 "Okay! The value I have paid in the alliance of Tianwu!"

　　 looked at the male hero's eyes, and looked excited. A Jin has no doubt that if he says one more word, the male host will immediately give her a bear hug.

　　 she stepped back inadvertently and urged,

　　 "Go ahead, your soldiers are waiting for you to save your life."

　　 The male host expressed his gratitude again, and then ran towards his own soldier.

　　 A Jinsong breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Kang Ming excitedly,

　　 "Kang Ming! The loot is over! Find all the warriors who can move and empty the treasure trove!"

　　 "Good!" Nothing is more exciting than this.

　　 I heard that the treasure trove was to be searched, and all the people of the Tianwu Tribe followed the severely injured and immobile.

　　 There are not many grain reserves in the Dahuang tribe, but the weapons are extremely sufficient.

　　 Ajin left all the food to the male owner, and left him with a third of his weapons, and then led everyone back home.

　　 Along the way, everyone's mood is very good, and twitter discusses the new weapon.

　　Ajin looked at the weapon in his hand in contemplation. The surface of the weapon was slightly cool, similar to iron, but with a stone texture.

　　 And these weapons are basically dominated by sword type, machete, long knife, small knife. Although they look similar, they are not exactly the same.

　　This shows that these weapons are made by hand ~www.ltnovel.com~ instead of mass production. It shouldn't be the handwriting of a bug, it's something of the native world.

　　 Ajin took the triumphant return home, and that night the witch held a cremation for the sacrificed soldiers, and then held a victory party.

　　Tianwu's revenge since his ancestors finally got rewarded. Everyone laughed heartily that evening, and even Wu Wu drank two more glasses of fruit wine.

　　A little drunken witch took Ajin's hand and said what he didn't dare to say,

　　 "Are you going to leave? Now that the tribe is ready and the great waste has been eliminated, are you..."

　　Ajin looked at the witch-eyed witch and comforted,

　　 "I still have something to do, I won't leave for now."

　　 "Really? Great!"

　　Witch heard Ajin’s words, not only did he not laugh, but cried even more,

　　 "I haven't been in a few years. When I find an heir, please take me with you!"

　　 The witch put his forehead on the back of A Jin's hand, tears wet A Jin's finger.

　　 "You are drunk, go back to sleep."

　　Ajin patted her back,

　　 "You take me away, I want to go with you."

　　 At this time, Kang Ming embraced Ajin's neck with a mouthful of alcohol,