On the plain grass slope, there are bonfires and tents.

Hundreds of barbarians were in the makeshift camp to celebrate their just victory.

All the fires were filled with iron forks with dried meat, naked. The barbarian warriors flipped the handles and painted seasonings on the dried meat. The air was filled with the unique aroma of barbecue.

The other barbarians sat around the campfire, holding local pottery bowls in their hands, drinking bad wine made from grass fruits, chatting loudly, or salivating at the barbecue, showing their ugly appearance!

Most of these barbarians are burly and strong, even the women in leather skirts are taller than ordinary Yan Min, with thick and ugly faces, and dark green totem patterns on their faces.

According to the customs of the barbarian tribe, the more tattoos you have on your body, the higher your status and force are.

Therefore, the three barbarian warriors sitting in the middle of the camp were not only their bodies, limbs, but also their faces, noses and ears were covered with strange tattoos. One of them was also hung with a golden nose ring, which looked particularly ferocious.

Whether they drink, eat, or use utensils, they are much more refined than ordinary barbarian warriors. The meat they roasted first was delivered to the three of them for their enjoyment.

In the barbarian tribe, the wizards are the highest-ranking ones, followed by the powerful warriors.

As a symbol of warriors, the three of them wore iron armor. Although they only had half of their bodies, they also looked very imposing, which was in sharp contrast with the barbarians around them who looked like savages.

The three-headed, huge green wolf squatted aside, enjoying the delicious jerky, and its sharp wolf teeth made the bones clatter.

These green wolves are the famous wolf and the unique mounts of barbarian warriors.

In the Ancestral Witch Valley, wars often break out between the witch cities. The barbarian warriors riding a wolf are the main force of the battle. They are also the core figures of a tribe and their status is very important.

Yan Qi looked at the wolf who was close to him with trembling hands and presented it to the wine jar.

These wines were originally brewed and stored in the cellar in Heqian Village. The few jars of good wine were used to entertain distinguished guests or exchange them for food, but now they have all been robbed by the Shanman tribe.

As a member of Heqian Village, Yan Qi was in a very complicated mood.

He escaped from the village and ran into the people of the Shanman tribe. He took the other party to steal his own village with his heart. He was happy, but there was not much difference between him and ordinary slaves in the Shanman tribe.

Even if he had tried his best, ordinary barbarians would beat him and scold him whenever he wanted to, and even children could spit on him. He had to smile for fear of angering the other party.

Such a bad treatment made him wonder if his decision was correct.

But things have come to this point. It’s too late to regret it.

Yan Qi tried his best to squeeze out a flattering smile and delivered the wine jar to a barbarian warrior.

The barbarian warrior snatched the wine jar and suddenly reached out and kicked Yan Qi hard on the left leg, immediately kicking him into a rolling gourd, screaming and rolling out five or six steps away.

The barbarian warrior and his companion sitting next to him suddenly burst into laughter.

The warrior with a golden nose shook his head and said, "Don't beat him to death, it's useful."

The warrior who kicked Yan Qi down said disdainfully: "Brother, don't worry, this kind of dog-like thing cannot be beaten to death!"

He yelled at Yan Qi, "Get over and pour wine for your elder brother!"

Yan Qi's leg bone was almost broken by him, and his face turned blue in pain, but he didn't dare to neglect when he heard the other party's scolding. He rolled and crawled back to his original place.

Seeing this, the three barbarian warriors burst into a smug laughter again.

In their eyes, Yanmin is like a pig or a dog. It is the object of their acquisition.

"ah!"

At this moment, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came not far away.

The three-headed wolf eating dried meat suddenly raised its head, and a look of vigilance appeared in the wolf's eyes.

The barbarian warriors also instinctively felt something was wrong. The warrior with a golden nose suddenly stood up and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Stepping on the bloody body on the ground, Wei Changfeng appeared in front of the Shanman Tribe Camp.

The barbarian warriors who died at his feet were also unlucky, but they were convenient for them to come out. As a result, they just happened to run into Wei Changfeng. Before he could react, they were cut into two pieces by Wei Changfeng's sword.

The barbarian warrior was strong and did not die immediately after being cut in half. He kept making shrill howls.

Suddenly the entire camp was alarmed, and many barbarians kept their work in their hands. They stood up and looked around in a daze, not knowing what was going on, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn.

More than a dozen barbarian warriors rushed out of the camp and presented the scene in front of them, which shocked them all, and they could not believe their eyes.

It’s not because of fear and fear, but because of the inability to believe what just happened.

For a long time, only their mountain barbarian tribes slaughtered Yan people. When did a Yan people dare to come to the door and kill their tribe members so cruelly?

After shock, there was incredible anger!

The five or six barbarian warriors reacted the fastest. They did not say anything nonsense. They waved their weapons in their hands with red eyes and rushed towards Wei Changfeng.

Only with blood and death can this shame be washed away!

The weapons used by these barbarian warriors are maces. Although they are rough and simple, they are very powerful. If their strength hits people directly, they can smash a strong man into pieces!

The six maces waved together, and the sound of howling through the air was very horrifying. In an instant, they rushed to Wei Changfeng and were about to hit him hard.

However, the next moment, Wei Changfeng's figure disappeared without a trace, and all the heavy sticks were smashed into pieces, causing the barbarian warriors who had nowhere to focus to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

Before they could react, they stabilized their bodies again, a training-like sword light swept across.

The six barbarian warriors froze, and their eyes showed an incredible look, as if they had seen a ghost.

The sword light was disillusioned, and the waist and abdomen of these barbarian warriors sprayed blood mists, and then the upper and lower bodies separated and fell heavily to the ground.

The wails of despair and the roar of pain rang again, but the number was greater.

Wei Chang, who killed six barbarian warriors with one sword, walked forward without looking back at his battle results. The sword's edge was a new enemy.

There is no reason to deal with these beastly barbarians, there is only one word "kill"!

kill!--
Chapter completed!