Also, when Wang Zhenling's men cleaned up the battlefield, they had already found the corpse of the cultivator who used the flying sword to lock the soul and deal with Wang Zhenling.

Although this person is dressed like an ordinary qi practitioner, Wang Zhenling is sure that this person is also a traverser.

It's not that Wang Zhenling looks down on cultivators born and raised in this world, and this kind of flying sword soul locking method is definitely not something that indigenous cultivators can use.

It's just that how could a traverser run to a place like Lingzhou, where the mountains and rivers are bad?

It shouldn't be a person who has become a heavenly person, right?

Most of the forces of Chengtiandao were destroyed, and the rest seemed to have shrunk back to Zhuozhou and other places.

So who are these practitioners?

I knew that this person would be left dead everywhere, so I could ask for a confession!

Thinking like this, Wang Zhenling then thought of what he saw in the Linggu Mountain that day, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Within a few days, another messenger from the witch barbarian came.

It's just that this time he was far away from seeing Wang Zhenling, he had already stripped naked, covered with thorny thorns, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he knelt down step by step, and walked into the county court hall to meet Wang Zhenling.

It's just that they have just met, and they are already begging like a cuckoo crying blood: "I beg the county lord to be merciful, spare us Buluo this time......"

"Oh, you're from the Bro Division? Cloth in your Wuman's language, it seems to mean tiger legs, you are from the tiger legs?"

Wang Zhenling said with a smile.

The envoy of the Witch Barbarian Buluo Department was stunned for a moment, originally guessed that Wang Zhenling would have such various manifestations, such as heartbeat, anger, and all kinds of things.

But I definitely didn't expect that Wang Zhenling would behave like this.

The messenger could only answer honestly, and said, "Yes, we are the legs of the tiger." There is also a tiger head, a tiger tail......

We are the majority, those tribes called Yellow Tiger, Flower Tiger or something, are not the real descendants of the Tiger God, they are the small department!"

"Oh?" Wang Zhenling became interested and asked, "Is there anything special about this?"

The messenger didn't dare not answer, and said: "Because we are the tribe of the front leg of the tiger god, in fact, we should be the left front leg tribe of the tiger god, as well as the right front leg tribe of the tiger god, and the left hind leg of the tiger god......

What a mess, many people in the county court heard this, and their hearts were all secretly barbarians are barbarians.

However, Wang Zhenling continued to ask questions with great interest.

The witch barbarians had a request for Wang Zhenling, and they had seven or eight thousand warriors, all of whom were captured by Wang Zhenling.

It just belongs to the Buro tribe, well, there are more than two thousand of the tribe on the left front leg.

These are almost all the young people in the tribe.

If all these people are killed, then the left front leg tribe will only be left with old and weak women and children, who will either be swallowed up by other tribes or starve to death in the mountains!

Therefore, no matter what Wang Zhenling's attitude is now, he must beg Wang Zhenling to spare them.

Not to mention, now even the holy relics in the clan have fallen into the hands of Wang Zhenling!

At this time, he didn't dare not answer whatever Wang Zhenling asked, and soon let Wang Zhenling ask a lot of useful information.

"I see, the tiger stripes on those tambourines each represent part of the so-called Tiger God's abilities, if you put them together, then you can exert all the power of the Tiger God......," Wang Zhenling thought to himself.

And the envoy of the tribe of the left front leg bowed down again, and wailed: "The county lord has mercy and returns the warriors of our tribe to us, or our left front leg will be destroyed!"

Wang Zhenling finished asking what he cared about, but his face changed, and he shouted: "Why should this county be merciful?

You and other witches have repeatedly gone down the mountain to rob the people of our county, and they have a deep hatred with the people of our county.

This county has long wished that all of your Wuman tribes were dead, so how could they care about the life or death of your left front leg?"

The messenger's face changed suddenly, and his face was as dead as ashes.

I saw Wang Zhenling's pleasant face just now, thinking that Wang Zhenling would be easy to talk and that things had to be discussed, but I didn't expect Wang Zhenling's attitude to change so quickly after the questioning!

If this messenger knew a word, he would definitely say that Wang Zhenling was a dog-faced.

But at this time, the life and death of the entire tribe were between Wang Zhenling's thoughts, and where did this messenger have the mood to complain, he could only kneel on the ground and beg bitterly.

"County gentleman, you can't be soft-hearted, cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again!" Zhu He whispered in Wang Zhenling's ear.

Of course Wang Zhenling knows this truth, he is the county commander of the Linggu people, and he is not the patriarch of the witch barbarians, but where will he care about the life and death of these witch barbarians?

Seeing that Wang Zhenling's attitude was very resolute, the envoy shouted loudly and said, "County Lord, how could you release the soldier in our front left leg?

Wang Zhenling said lightly: "There are not ten people killed in this county, but there are also eight people, and you can also see what the subordinates ordered, there are not ten thousand, there are always five or six thousand."

Unless you barbarians, you return all the people and their goods that have been plundered from our county......"

The messenger was already desperate, but when he heard Wang Zhenling's words, he suddenly had a little hope, and said, "Will ......you let us go?"

Wang Zhenling smiled coldly and said, "Where is it so easy?" I mean, then all of you witch barbarians will go down the mountain, organize the households, and return to the jurisdiction of this county......

"This is impossible, I, the barbarian of the witch, am the descendants of the tiger god, and will live forever in the mountains and forests!" cried the messenger aloud.

Wang Zhenling didn't argue, and said indifferently: "Since that's the case, there's no need to talk about it!"

With a wave of his sleeves, he turned to the back hall.

The messenger shouted loudly, but no one heeded.

"Keep an eye on this person," Wang Zhenling said lightly: "No matter how stupid this person is, he won't threaten me with suicide, I'm afraid there is something strange in it!"

Zhu He suddenly realized: "I see, I see." No wonder the county gentleman agreed, it turned out to be a delaying tactic. ”

Wang Zhenling smiled and didn't say anything, but he didn't say much: "If those witch barbarians are willing to go down the mountain to serve the people, then this county will not have to be wiped out!"

Zhu He was slightly stunned and asked, "What if those witch barbarians don't agree?"

Wang Zhenling sneered and said, "That's easy to do, it's a waste to kill so many captives, and all of them will be sent to the money prison in the county, or to be used as coolies in the copper mines!"

In short, no matter what method is used, these witch barbarians cannot be left behind.

An hour later, someone came to report and said, "County Jun, the witch barbarian envoy has returned to the mountain!" I want to talk about "Mythical Oven" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about my favorite books."