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A large hand in a scale armor glove stroked the rocks, and the rocks immediately flew into powder. Stone dust was sprinkled one after another, shaped like a river of sand, and I could see the teeth of a Cato warrior not far away. He was terrified because of the anger of the supreme chief in front of him. Sabot was indeed angry, and no one could calm down when this kind of thing happened. A whole team of 1,000 people came back with less than 200 people. Not to mention it, ordinary soldiers died when they died, and with the fertility of the Cato, these eight hundred soldiers could be replenished in just a few years.

What Sabot couldn't let go of was that he also lost a Nine-Tooth Warrior!

The nine fangs of the Blood Fang warriors, one nine fangs that can only be produced out of every hundred blood fangs, were killed in battle so inexplicably. Even the soldiers who fled back did not know how the Warrior of the Nine Teeth died, only that when they found his body, they had already been split in half. Sabot's hand clenched into a fist, the scales on his gloves didn't know how much he had shattered, and the last punch slammed into the stone pier beside him.

The stone pier jumped heavily, and then collapsed and shattered.

Dozens of soldiers around felt that their eyes were dark, and they couldn't help but bounce into the air of Mi Xu, and then fell to the ground. The smell of fish in everyone's throat was pervasive, and several lines of blood overflowed from the nose and mouth. Sabot then turned around and looked at the debriefing deserter. The deserter was also affected by the shock wave, and was coughing up blood from his mouth, and at least half of Sabot's anger was vented on him.

Sabot walked over and lifted him up. The warrior was tall, but Sabot was taller than him. Grabbed by the chief's throat and lifted upwards, he could only kick his feet off the ground. Sabot stared at him and said, "It seems that I didn't say it clearly enough just now, my department doesn't want deserters, just warriors." If you have fled, you should be punished. ”

The palm of the hand contracted hard, and the terrifying power gradually converged, squeezing out the vitality in the body. The warrior Cato's eyes widened, and fear was eating away at his mind. Instead of killing him all at once, Sabot let him savor the whole process of death. The process is short, less than a minute. But for the warrior, it was a long time, and it was not until the moment he breathed that he was truly liberated.

Sabot snorted, retracted his five fingers, completely crushed his cervical vertebrae, and threw his body out: "All of them are executed!" ”

"Wait a minute!"

Someone shouted, and Sabot turned around. Not surprisingly, the only one who dared to stop him at this time was the other Nine Fangs.

Nine different teeth are strung together into a necklace, something that Beros is most proud of. This nine-tooth necklace is not only a status symbol, but also an invitation to challenge Sabot. Challenge the Chief, this is the glory and right that every Nine Fangs enjoys. Once they feel the time is right, they can challenge the chief anytime and anywhere, and the chief must not refuse. The chiefs of every tribe are almost always born from killing.

The targets of the killings are not only external enemies, but also their own men.

On the Brute Stone, you have to be strong enough to sit on the big chair of power. Otherwise, this chair made of dry bones will not sit steadily.

"Bolos, you question my decision?" There was a hint of anger in Sabot's tone.

Beros was a head shorter than Sabot, and his strong body had no extra armor. The upper body is symbolically draped with a suit sewn from animal skins and iron sheets, tied with a rope with bones and the feathers of unknown birds, which are alternative decorations on the suit. Behind him was a light gray shield and a short-handled battle axe, which was carved with simple and simple patterns, which in addition to being decorative, could also make enemy blood flow all over the axe, which was the best decoration.

The last remaining Nine Fangs said in a deep voice, "We don't have many warriors left, brave Sabot. Even if they die at the hands of the enemy, it is better than at your hands. Perhaps, you can let them go to the front. ”

Beros glanced in the direction of the camp's lonely path.

The resistance of the human race is extremely strong, and every inch of the mountain road is costly, and as Beros said, there are really not many warriors in the tribe. It was a waste to be executed as a deserter, and Sabot thought about it very seriously and said, "Then as you say, put all these guys into the forward battalion." I'll give you a chance, as long as you reach the top, you will be worth the credit! ”

The deserters breathed a sigh of relief, and although it was dangerous to act as a striker, at least there was a glimmer of hope.

"Your decision was wise, but Sabot, what are you going to do with those guys?" Beros's voice raised a little: "They have killed so many of our warriors, even Duck is dead, he is the Nine Fangs. The bravest and most loyal Nine Fangs, your precious treasure! ”

Beros's words were clearly heard by all the warriors around him, and although they did not say anything, they all visibly pricked up their ears. Sabot's voice roared like winter thunder: "Of course I won't let them go, but I can't just leave. Here, that's the biggest goal. Lay down this stronghold, and I'll go back and kill all the humans. By the way, there is also a traitor. ”

"But when you go back, you won't see a single figure. Ancestors said that when you see the shadows of birds, they are thousands of miles away. Sabot, if you want to avenge the people who died in the battle, and if you want to save the honor of our department, you can only set off now. ”

"Now?"

"Yes, now!" "Let me go, Sabot," roared Beros, "and I will bring back their heads for your exploits and decorations." ”

"Shut up, Beros!" Sabot refused: "You are about the same as Dark, Duck is dead, what's the use of you going?" ”

"Is it that if we let them go like this, others will think that we dare not provoke them, just a few humans?" Beros' eyes widened: "Okay, maybe there are more than a few." But no more, otherwise they wouldn't have thrown off this ruse! ”

"I know how, Beros, and I don't need you to dictate me!" Sabot's black cloak was raised, and he strode in the opposite direction of the camp: "I'll leave it to you, Beros. Keep fighting, as for the humans. Like you said, I can't let them go. So I'll go myself, I'll take five hundred men, and I'll leave the rest to you. ”

Beros exclaimed, "By your decision, great Sabot, the sight of the god of war will be with you, for he sees only warriors!" A true warrior! ”

Sabot snorted, he didn't want to act at this time. But the words of Bolus made him have to make such a decision, otherwise, his prestige as a chief would be greatly damaged. Two Nine-Tooth Warriors, Dark's combat power has always been above Beros, but Beros has the so-called "wisdom" that the Cato people despise. Tonight, for example, the Nine Fangs once again used his wits to make Sabot make a passive decision.