"The deserted man is here..." On the fortress of despair, the clan leader looked at the overwhelming black tide in the distance and murmured to himself. Behind him, huge catapults tightened their noose, like giant slingshots ready to go, countless warriors holding long swords and iron shields were waiting for the battle. Every twenty meters, a giant steel crossbow made of fine steel spread out huge crossbow arrows like peacocks spreading their screens, waiting for the launch.

In addition, there were two men in sarcass on the wall around each samurai. These men carried quiveres and crossbows, looking at the countless deserted people spreading in the distance in fear.

Just standing on the heavily guarded wall is already frightening, not to mention the tens of thousands of wilderness people gathered below, these southern tribes fled like hornets, running in a panic below, with huge crying and shouting faintly.

The deserted people were approaching, and the door they expected had never been opened. They came to their senses, but found that except for the moldy food around them, all their weapons and supplies were taken away. They cleverly thought of the conspiracy of the Fortress of Despair, and those who were brainless abandoned all their property, climbed the steep peaks, and fled to the top of the mountain.

More and more people are climbing like ants. In order to take the lead, some people wield their weapons to kill the people around them and fight for position. The fear of the deserted people made them break the rules of the southern wilderness. There is no order or rules, just like the end of the world. Everyone was panicked and had no thoughts, but just climbed towards the life path in their hearts.

Amid the booming sound, logs that only a few people or dozens of people could embrace rolled down from the mountain, like huge rocks breaking through the water waves, knocking away countless people, crushing countless people, chasing countless people, rolling, jumping, and collide on the hillside and pressing down the mountain.

The bloody roads woven by flesh and blood were winding behind the giant trees, and more giant trees were rolling down from the hills. Before the deserted people could get close to show their butcher knives, the tribes in the southern wilderness suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the fortress of despair. When the huge logs stained with blood were red, the blood filled the surging crowd.

The huge collision was like bombardment of artillery shells. Dozens and hundreds of people were hit into the sky by the impact of logs, rolling and falling around, screaming, roaring loudly, and crying loudly. In the middle of the bloody road of the corpse, the lucky person knelt on the bloody hillside, and reached out to the place where the logs continued to roll down on the hilltop, holding their hands tightly to beg for humility, as if asking for redemption from the gods, but the logs still rolled down, and huge shadows flashed across the corners of their eyes and knocked them out, flying in the air and rolling down to the ground surging heads.

No one dares to climb up anymore. Many people were knocked away and fell on the hillside like falling rocks rolling down. Many people were crushed by huge logs, and their flesh and bones were integrated. Under repeated crushing, they were embedded in the soil and dust. Some people ran wildly down the mountain, but they fell one after another, rolling and smashing more people, and fell to the foot of the mountain and were stepped on by countless people.

The bloody massacre was a unilateral massacre from the fortress of despair. The one who took action was the mercenaries recruited in the southern wilderness. They could not compete with well-equipped samurai. The samurai armor could block the fanged sword and cut off the slash. One-handed sword could easily cut people with one knife and two swords, and could not compete with the samurai sermons. These men in tunic all looked rosy and nutritious, and the crossbows in their hands could snipe the enemy from afar in front of the formation.

These vicious people wearing animal skins or only a piece of cloth covering their shamelessness were not concerned about howling and begging whether the fleeing people were the same race and tribe as them, just gritting their teeth and pushing the deadly logs down the mountain, just to gain supervision, smile on the corners of the samurai.

If you ask who is the most miserable person in this world? That is the chaotic tribes below. They gathered here, not others. They just wanted the fortress of despair to protect them, but they did not expect that the legendary deserter had not waved his butcher's knife, and the redeemer in his heart would take their lives first.

The wilderness is the enemy of the wilderness tribe. This belief has been passed down hundreds of years ago. This is what the wilderness in the southeast and west have been believed in for hundreds of years. The evil, arrogance, vulgarity, ugliness, and other negative words of the wilderness have been passed down for generations. The term tribal warrior was born on the corpses of the wilderness. However, I didn't expect that when the wilderness really came, the thing they rely most suddenly collapsed.

There are a hundred kinds of people, and not everyone dares not resist. At least on the outermost side, there is a group of people who line up neat battle formations when the deserted people are in the future, pushing out a not-so-heavy torsional crossbow, taking out the crossbow arrows they have always treasured, and making final preparations.

These people are tribes that have not yet been broken. They are not lucky and come one step late. They can only be on the outermost side. When the deserted people arrive, they have the least chance to enter the fortress of despair. In despair, they arouse their desire to die, and they are willing to die in battle as gloriously as their ancestors, without being cut down from the back by the deserted people in panic.

But when they saw the huge red logs behind them knocking away hundreds of tribal people, their determination to die was like a breathless balloon, and they quickly faded. The rushing wild people had already begun to slow down in the distance and leaned closer to each other.

One side arranged a one-character defensive formation that lasted several kilometers, while the other side was like a sharp blade, arranged a huge attack formation. The collision between the two sides was only between Sumeru. Just as the clan leader Yi and countless warriors on the wall were looking forward to this collision, they were surprised to see that the tribe that was about to face the enemy collapsed, and gaps were divided into separates, and weapons were placed uniformly.

"I knew this group of bastards was unreliable..." The patriarch Yi said this disdainfully. The warriors around him looked at the crowd of people who were crushed by the logs under the hill and suffered heavy casualties...

The Clan Changyi's declaration revealed his ignorance and coldness, which made the people below feel heartbroken. The deserted people did not kill for no reason, but drove all the surrendered tribes aside, and did not even confiscate their weapons, allowing more people to walk carefully towards the deserted people after waiting and watching.

The two thinking patterns have caused changes in the rise and fall of the other. In the eyes of the clan leader, the tribes are just a group of useless ants. On the side of the deserted people, these people are all sources of soldiers, labor, and a supplement to combat power. Before they knew it, the clan leader successfully handed over the power of tens of thousands of people.

The imagined attack did not unfold. The deserted people rushed over, without even blood from swords and guns, and they got their first victory today. The tribes gathered here almost occupied half of the population of the wealthy southern wilderness. It took a considerable time to digest them, so they ignored the Despair Castle.

At the same time, Beilong Canyon also ushered in the power of the wilderness. It is funny that the wilderness likes to gather together. Seeing someone coming here, they also followed him. The escaped tribes even messed with the wilderness, regardless of whether they were involved in the wilderness.

That's right, there were not many people coming this time, and the number was more than 3,000. The alarm came from afar, and the people below were panicked. There were always people who didn't see the coffin and didn't cry. They thought there was enough time to think clearly. So after others were either a pro-slave or ran to the back, they were still standing there and procrastinating. After the deserted people came, they became in chaos.
Chapter completed!