League of Legends: Peerless Sword Demon

"Boom... "

The iron horses galloped and roared. The ground trembled slightly.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

The Barbarian Tribes were able to become one of the most powerful tribes among the many tribes of Freljord, and it was clearly not something that could be done by Tydamir alone.

The people of the barbarian tribes were also first-class warriors. The sound of the Ghost Cavalry Regiment's charge was naturally noticed by the barbarian tribe.

One by one, they rushed out of the low igloo with weapons in hand.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the ghost cavalry group that had stopped outside the tribe, everyone was on guard. But it seems that Tydamir is no longer among the tribes. So a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader asked in a condensed voice.

"Where's Tedamir?"

The Spectral Cavalry Regiment that had stopped parted a path in an orderly manner on both sides. Mo Yu walked out slowly. He looked around slightly, but he didn't see Tydamir, so he asked.

Since he was going to attack Freljord, then Fredjord's information Mo Yu naturally knew. Not only Taidamir, but even the rest of the big tribes Mo Yu also knew it.

"The leader is not here. I don't know what is the matter with you?" the middle-aged man said cautiously, "If you are here to find our leader, then you might as well wait for a while... "

"No need ... The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Mo Yu with an indifferent face: "It's nothing without him... Now I'll just ask you one word. "

"What?"

"Surrender or destruction?"

Indifferent words sounded in Zimo Yu's mouth. And then he didn't stop talking.

"What?"

Everyone was stunned after hearing Mo Yu's words.

"Hmph. If you want us to surrender, how can it be. "

"It's just ... "

。。。。

Talking in a low voice, it was as noisy as a vegetable market...

"Alright. It's all quiet ... It was the middle-aged man who interrupted everyone's conversation first, and then slowly stepped forward and leaned down slightly at Mo Yu, and said respectfully: "This, Your Excellency, our barbarian tribe is used to freedom, and we don't have the idea of surrendering to anyone for the time being, so... "

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Looking at the group of bloodthirsty cavalry in front of him, the momentum exuded from his body knew that it was not easy to mess with. Now that Tedamir is no longer among the tribes, Rong has to be careful.

Although all the tribes are warriors, there is no need to make fearless sacrifices. A peaceful solution is the best way forward.

"Is it... That means you're not willing to surrender?"

still has a sinking face, as if he has already thought of such an answer.

"But you have no other choice, I say it one last time, surrender or die. "

The clay people still have three points of fire, not to mention the barbarian tribes that are rampant and rampant in Furretzod? After Mo Yu's words fell, everyone looked at Mo Yu with an angry face.

"Your Excellency, we have been polite enough, Your Excellency, don't be ignorant. "

The smile on the middle-aged man's face also disappeared, and his face was gloomy.

"Well, then, there is no need for you to exist. Mo Yu slowly turned around: "Kill them... "

"Kill... "

As soon as the words fell, the ghost cavalry regiment, which had been preparing for a long time, rushed out impatiently, like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

"Sons, kill me and let them know that we are not easy to mess with. "

"Kill"

In the face of the ghost cavalry regiment that rushed up, the people of the barbarian tribe fearlessly raised the weapons in their hands and rushed forward.

Kill. Killing is the only melody at this time, and screaming has become the only word at this time. Blood is the only color at this time.

Just one look, and many people fell. The Satisfy Tribe is one of the strongest tribes in Veldrud. Even against the Ghost Cavalry Regiment, it is not inferior.

You must know that the Ghost Cavalry Regiment is no longer what it was when it was in Ionia. After the battle, the baptism of killing, slaughter and blood. Today's Ghost Cavalry deserves to be called a true legion.

There was a sluggish aura on his body, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light. Wielding the weapons in his hands, trampling on one life after another.

From time to time someone falls, and from time to time a life dies. Although the Satisfy Tribe is indeed powerful, the number of the Ghost Cavalry Regiment is more than the Satisfy Tribe. What's more, Mo Yu still has the existence of masters such as Hammer Stone Tailong.

They are like a scythe of death, constantly reaping the lives of one by one. Moreover, Tyrone and the others are specifically looking for a master to satisfy the tribe.

Under the advantages of one another, the defeat of satisfying the tribe is becoming more and more obvious.

"Mo Yu, what should the old man and the child do?"

At some point, a bloodied Sacco appeared beside Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, and finally converged into one word: "Kill"

"Hey, I know. They also asked me to ask you. Let's go.. "

Hehehe, and Sacco disappeared again.

There was nothing wrong with what Tyrone and others were doing. In the past, Mo Yu couldn't do this even if he was indifferent. However, today's Mo Yu Yijian is different from the past, or he can't help himself. Even if Mo Yu let these old people and children go, in the end, they had more enemies for themselves, and they were just asking for trouble.

Although they are not in danger now, but what about the future? Who can guarantee it? Mo Yu will not do anything to raise tigers.

I have to say that today's Mo Yu has what the leader of a force should be.

"How's that?"

Sacco returned to Hammerstone and the others, and Hammerstone immediately asked. In fact, Tyrone, who is familiar with Mo Yu's character, has long given up. They knew that Mo Yu's heart was actually kind.

"Hey, hey, kill... "

With a smile on his face, he didn't see the slightest hint of Sacco's psychology.

"What?"

Hammerstone and Tyrone were stunned... Then they looked at each other, and they both saw the fleeting relief in each other's eyes. Mo Yu has already faced up to his identity.

"Don't say more, since Xiao Yu agrees, let's kill. "

With a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, Tyrone rushed forward. There is not a single good person in the Isle of Shadows. Killing people is like eating and drinking. In their eyes, whether it is an old man or a child, it is just a matter of a knife.

The killing and killing continued, and the people of the barbarian tribes continued to fall. The snow on the ground had turned blood-red, and it smelled of scarlets.

As time passed, the barbarian tribes became fewer and fewer, and more and more fell. Only the previous middle-aged man with two or three kittens was left struggling to resist.

Seeing them covered in blood is also precarious.

"Damn, you demons... "

As the people continued to die, the sound on the battlefield became quieter and quieter, and it was only then that they heard screams from the houses in the rear. Needless to say, the old people and children in the house have already been poisoned.

At this time, each of the remaining people had a glint of hatred in their eyes.

"The return of the chief will surely avenge us ... "

The middle-aged man used all his strength to say such a sentence before he died.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry, your leader will come down to accompany you. "

Pulling out the dagger on the middle-aged man, Sacco looked bloodthirsty, stretched out, stretched out his tongue, and looked at the blood remaining on the dagger, and said in a sinister manner.

"Okay, it's solved... "

Clapping his hands to retract the dagger, Sacco said to Mo Yu.

"Let's go to the next tribe... "