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The leader of the headhunters crouched down, moving forward slowly and silently, his eyes fixed on the mobile fortress, while the other headhunters looked around vigilantly.
There are still a hundred meters to go.
What about the people in the building? Where did they go? Did they run away?
There was no movement, which made the leader of the headhunting tribe feel that something was wrong.
Even if they couldn't beat them, they shouldn't just abandon this movable building and run away. The other side had a lot of people, so they should have fought hard. But they were so close and didn't see anyone.
The leader stopped and turned to look at the tribesmen behind him, with a look of anger on his face. He couldn't wait any longer, they were close enough!
"rush--"
The leader shouted, stood up and accelerated, leading the charge towards the mobile fortress ahead.
He couldn't expect others to charge first. After all, they were a tribe of headhunters. If they wanted to be a leader, they had to be brave enough to fight and kill, and lead by example. If they were afraid of death, others would not obey them.
The headhunters at the back followed their leader, making strange noises and moving faster.
call out--
A whistling sound was heard, and an arrow, reflecting the moonlight and carrying a cold murderous intent, shot out from the top of the forest.
The headhunters who were running behind saw their leader who was charging the most fiercely. His body flew into the air, glided backwards for a distance, and his head exploded with blood. Amidst the blood, a white shadow flew out, pierced through two people in succession, and then nailed the fourth person to the ground. Only then did the body of the headhunter leader fall to the ground.
Several headhunters who were close behind staggered, stopped charging, and stared blankly at their fallen leader.
His face had rotted away and his features were no longer recognizable. There was a huge hole in the middle, and he was deader than dead.
silence.
The Headhunters were stunned. They looked back blankly and saw their fellow tribesmen who had been pierced through the body and died. They also saw their fellow tribesmen nailed to the ground behind them. His body was pierced through, and an arrow like a pistol was pointing at his body, preventing him from falling.
Where did the arrow come from?
No, no, why are arrows so thick?!
Doubts arose in the minds of the Headhunters until one of them murmured, "The leader is dead."
"The leader is dead?"
"The leader is dead!"
These words awakened the stunned Headhunters. They couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, at a loss, and didn't even know where the enemy was.
call out--
The sound of breaking air was heard again, but this time it was no longer just one arrow, but dozens of arrows flying from the air.
Puff puff puff...
The defense that the Headhunters were so proud of was like thin paper in front of the long bone arrows. It was easily penetrated, blood splattered, and lives were taken away.
They already knew the direction from which the arrow came, it was in the mountains, high up!
The arrows stopped flying, and the headhunters gritted their teeth and turned around. They had to kill those who shot the arrows first.
But after running for only a few steps, they stopped again, on full alert as if facing a great enemy. Hundreds of skeleton warriors wearing armor, holding knives in one hand and shields in the other, blocked the front silently.
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