Chapter 83 Death in Battle



Chapter 83 Death

in Battle The most conspicuous warrior on the battlefield was a totem warrior from the Dragon Tribe holding a stone hammer.

He was nearly three meters tall, and the stone tied to the wooden stick in his hand was the size of a baby.

He was the main force of the Dragon Tribe while fighting and retreating. Three shield-bearing warriors surrounded him to resist the fierce attack.

"Bomb..."

Every time the hammer was swung, a totem warrior from the Fire Tribe would take a step back. The power that erupted from his tangled muscles made the Fifth Xuan, who was watching from afar, envious.

Those muscular men I had seen in my previous life were nothing in front of this big guy.

"Ba Xia, go around, don't get too close, and don't give him a chance to get close to me."

The Fifth Xuan decided to take the initiative to attack to avoid more casualties in the Fire Tribe.

The biggest difference between him and other totems is his mobility. When he gets close, he can unleash the power of the totem, which is his killer move.

The little turtle has long wanted to rush into the battlefield. With the order from the Fifth Xuan, he rushed forward even more recklessly.

"Slow down, don't attract too much attention, be careful of traps."

The Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors who were fighting and retreating made the Fifth Xuan cautious.

These people either have training or have experienced too many battles. No matter which one, you have to be careful.

"Swoosh..."

The short spear suddenly shot out from behind the shield on the side. The Fifth Xuan noticed the figure of the fourth-generation leader, and he must have noticed this powerful existence.

The little turtle slowed down and tried to move forward under the protection of the Fire Tribe Totem Warriors. When he was about ten meters away, the Fifth Xuan asked him to stop.

"Buzz..."

A ball of totem fire emerged from the body of the Fifth Xuan. He could control this power more accurately than the power shot out from the totem fire, but the disadvantage was that the power was smaller.

Red and blue flames appeared in the air and shot forward instantly. The flames twisted in the air, avoiding the totem warriors of the Fire Tribe, and chased after a short spear and shot at the terrifying enemy.

"Kacha..."

The short spear was broken by the stone hammer swung by the totem warrior of the Dragon Tribe, and the flames suddenly refracted downwards and shot at the enemy's lower body.

The attacking concept of Jeet Kune Do has always been to use the hardest part of oneself to hit the weakest part of the enemy. The Fifth Xuan didn't care whether this fighting method was insidious or not.

"Roar..."

The warrior roared. Although the flames were blocked by his totem power, the impact still fell on his lower body, causing him to stare with bloodshot eyes in pain.

The fourth-generation leader threw the short spear, and he followed closely behind, leaping forward with his long silver hair flying in the air.

Seeing the flame succeed, the fourth-generation leader's eyes focused, and he accelerated again, thrusting the stone spear forward with all his strength, stabbing the enemy's throat.

"Roar..."

The dragon tribe warrior endured the pain and tried his best to grab the stone spear.

"Crack."

The hard wooden shaft of the stone spear was broken by the dragon tribe warrior, and the figure of the fourth-generation leader also paused.

Such power is not at the same level at all.

"Hmph."

The fourth-generation leader snorted angrily, his eyes full of heat, and his body continued to rush forward. He picked up the stone knife at his waist with his right hand, and stabbed it into the lower abdomen of the big guy with his backhand.

"Puff..."

This time the enemy failed to defend himself, and the stone knife pierced his flesh, causing him to tremble with pain from the totem power in his body.

"Roar."

With a loud roar, the dragon totem power exploded, and the fourth-generation leader's ears were shaken by the roar of tigers and dragons. Blood was faintly flowing out of his ear canals, but he refused to retreat and used both hands to forcefully turn the stone knife.

"Puff..."

The wound enlarged, and the enemy's blood spurted out. The totem warrior behind him wanted to move forward, but was stopped by more totem warriors of the Fire Tribe.

"Bang."

The enemy smashed the fourth-generation leader's head with a stone hammer, causing the fifth Xuan to stare wide-eyed.

"Puff..."

The fourth generation leader spat out blood, but he did not retreat. Instead, he pulled out the stone knife, his eyes full of determination as he prepared to attack again.

"Om..."

The Fifth Xuan mobilized the power of the totem and shot it at the enemy's face first. The fourth generation leader took advantage of the time when the big block was blocking the flames to stab upwards.

"Puff... Gugugugu... Boom..."

The stone knife stabbed into the enemy's throat, blood gurgled out, and the tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

The enemy's eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

"Puff..."

The fourth generation leader spat out blood again, and his face became even paler.

"Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo-woo..."

He raised his stone knife and shouted: Fire Tribe, for the Fire Tribe...

Then, he slowly knelt on the battlefield, head lowered, and gradually became silent.

Diwu Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't care about anything else and urged the little turtle to come to the side of the fourth-generation leader.

The old warrior with white hair and shaggy eyes stared at the enemy lying in front of him. He... had no breath.

"Dead... dead... another one died."

Diwu Xuan wanted to reach out and touch the eyes of the fourth-generation leader, but he had no hands, so he could only watch quietly from the side and could do nothing.

With the death of the powerful enemy, the Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors finally collapsed. After learning that the fourth-generation leader had died in battle, the Fire Tribe Totem Warriors pursued with hatred and killed the Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors.

"Life and death are common things. You will rest in peace in the fire totem and return to your hometown."

The Fifth Xuan said, and asked the little turtle to drag the body of the fourth-generation leader into the totem fire and let him return to the embrace of the totem.

Before dawn, the battle was over. Some of the Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors escaped under the cover of night, and the rest, whether dead or seriously injured, were treated cruelly by the Fire Tribe Warriors.

They were venting their anger, and Diwu Xuan did not stop them. Although he did not like such barbarity, he could not find a reason to stop them, nor was he in the mood to stop them.

The people of the Sun and Moon Totem Tribe all knelt on both sides, waiting for the Fire Tribe to deal with them. They knew that there was no hope of escape. After this group of Dragon Tribe Totem Warriors were eliminated, the Fire Tribe would continue to rule this area, and they would have nowhere to hide.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The voice of the Moon Totem Stone was transmitted through the Totem Fire. She was begging for mercy, hoping that Diwu Xuan would forgive her stupidity.

Ignoring the cowardly Moon Totem, Diwu Xuan looked at the Sun Totem.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

Diwu Xuan asked the Sun Totem in tribal language, asking him why he didn't speak.

The Sun Totem said nothing and remained silent, which made Diwu Xuan feel very bad.

He urged the little turtle to move towards the Sun Totem, ready to attack him first, just then, a sharp bone whistle sounded, fast and violent.

"There is a strong enemy."

Diwu Xuan instantly heard the meaning of the bone whistle, and asked the little turtle to abandon the Sun Totem and move in the direction of the whistle.

That was the direction of the desert. Under the sunlight of the early morning, a huge team was slowly walking towards here. The dust was flying behind them, and the exact number of people could not be seen, but the size looked terrifying.

"Where did these enemies come from?"

Diwu Xuan was puzzled, and for a moment he could not figure out the identity of these people.

Five hundred people were organizing the army. Even if they lost the fourth-generation leader, they could still do everything in an orderly manner.


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