I Have A City In An Alternate World

These barbarians had obviously gone through a long and arduous journey. They were already exhausted, and their steps were unsteady as they walked.

But even so, no one stopped to rest. They just gritted their teeth and persevered.

No matter if it was the order given by man ya tribe or the sense of crisis brought by Lou Cheng, they didn't dare to stay for even a moment. They only wanted to rush to the valley where man ya tribe was located in the shortest time possible.

If anything happened during this period, it could lead to the extermination of the clan.

An old priest with a monster's skull on his head was gasping for breath. He was supported by a barbarian girl as he looked up and scanned the surrounding forest.

He didn't know why, but ever since he entered this forest, he felt a little upset, as if something was going to happen.

However, after careful observation, there was nothing unusual, which made the old priest mistakenly think that he was too tired, so he had such an illusion.

"Chief, we've already walked for five days. How long more before we arrive?"

The high priest asked a barbarian beside him in a hoarse voice.

The Barbarian was the chief of the tribe. His face was painted with white paint, and he wore a helmet made of monster teeth and bone pieces on his forehead. He exuded a fierce aura.

After hearing the old priest's question, the leader of the Barbarian tribe thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone, " it should be four or five days. I remember it was like that!

The old priest nodded, then turned to look at the people behind him and sighed.

sigh, when I was still a teenager, I was once invaded by cultivators from Lou Cheng. However, at that time, the Barbarian ya tribe did not issue a summoning order. They only ordered us to protect our own tribes and kill cultivators from Lou Cheng with all our might.

The old priest reminisced, " "At that time, all the Warriors of our tribe were dispatched and ambushed a group of cultivators in loucheng city by a Big River. After a great battle, all the cultivators in loucheng city were killed, and nearly half of our Warriors died!

Although we suffered heavy casualties, we also gained a lot of spoils. With the addition of the rewards from the Barbarian ya tribe, our tribe quickly recovered our strength.

It didn't take long for the news of the defeat of the Lou Cheng cultivators to arrive. It was said that more than 200000 Lou Cheng cultivators were ambushed and killed by the Barbarian ya tribe!

That time, our barbarian race won, and that's why we have the next hundred years of peace.

I didn't expect that just after a hundred years, these damn cultivators of loucheng would come back again. It seems that we didn't kill enough!"

A cold light flashed in the old priest's eyes as he said this. His old body suddenly stood up, and his demeanor from back then could be seen.

The leader of the Barbarian tribe nodded his head slightly as killing intent flashed in his eyes.

However, he was soon puzzled and said to the old priest, " "Since the Barbarian ya tribe had already defeated those cultivators in loucheng, it means that they are nothing special. Why are they so anxious to gather all the tribes this time?

In this way, those cultivators can easily occupy our land without any obstacles. I wonder what the Barbarian ya tribe is thinking?"

The old priest looked worried and shook his head, " this is also what I'm most worried about. I'm afraid that the cultivators in loucheng city are very powerful this time. Otherwise, the Barbarian ya tribe wouldn't have issued such an order as soon as they appeared!

The old priest's heart ached as he glanced at the cultivators of the tribe beside him. He was afraid that many of the young people in the tribe would not be able to return after this battle.

While the barbarians were walking and talking, the group had already entered the Holy Dragon City cultivators 'ambush area.

The old priest, who had a worried look on his face, suddenly stopped in his tracks and twitched his nose a few times. His face became uglier and uglier.

The crowd looked at the old priest curiously, wanting to ask him what had happened.

However, when they saw the change in the old priest's expression, their hearts trembled and they couldn't help but tighten their grip on their weapons.

It was also at this moment that the old priest's originally black skin suddenly turned pale and distorted. He waved his arms rapidly.

I can smell the cultivators of loucheng. This is their ambush circle. Everyone, retreat quickly!

As the old priest roared, the expressions of all the Barbarian tribe members changed drastically. They turned around and tried to escape.

However, before they could take a step forward, they heard a sudden " crackling " sound in their ears. Then, countless bullets passed through the branches and leaves, falling on the bodies of these barbarians.

Screams of pain rang out one after another. Before the barbarians could figure out what had happened, they began to fall to the ground in groups. Blood instantly covered the path in the forest.

The old priest, who was the first to discover the abnormality, looked at the corpses of his tribesmen lying on the ground with grief and indignation. He finally understood why the Barbarian ya tribe had issued the order to gather in such a hurry.

Compared to the cultivators of loucheng city a hundred years ago, the enemy this time was indeed powerful. Until now, hundreds of his clansmen had already died before they even saw their shadow!

Such a killing speed was simply unheard of!

The old priest was hiding behind a big tree. His veins were bulging. He sniffed a few times and suddenly pointed in a direction.

Looking at the dead body of the young girl who was supporting him, the old priest's face was full of hatred, and he wished he could rush forward and kill the enemy!

"Where are they? where are they? go and kill them!"

Just as he said that, everyone heard a muffled gunshot. The old priest stopped in the middle of his sentence.

The Barbarian cultivators beside him couldn't hear what he said. When they looked at him reflexively, their eyes suddenly bulged and blood rushed to their heads.

The old priest had collapsed to the ground, but half of his head had been blown off, leaving only the lower half of his gums and a soft tongue hanging down.

It turned out that the moment he stuck his head out, he had already been killed by a headshot!

Even though he was dead, the old priest's hand was still pointing forward, as firm as a javelin.

"Ah!"

The eyes of the leader of the Barbarian tribe turned red. He roared and countless black spikes appeared on his body.

At the same time, two long, sharp fangs grew out of the corners of his mouth. They were more than a foot long.

"I'm going to kill all of you, you damn animals!"

&Nbsp; the chief that had turned into a monster roared and crouched on the ground like a wild boar, charging towards the direction of the bullet.

Behind him, the cultivators of the tribe also activated their bloodline talents and transformed into wild boars. They followed closely behind.

However, their courage could not help them block the bullets.

The leader of the Barbarian tribe who was at the forefront was already covered in blood. The blood that was gushing out from his body stained the path he was taking.

Countless bullets landed on his body and drilled into it, turning him into a Ragdoll.

After running a few more steps, he no longer had the strength to move forward. After swaying a few times, his huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

He glanced at the cultivators of the tribe who were also lying in a pool of blood behind him. His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, but they quickly dimmed.

After another round of explosions and intense gunfire, the remaining barbarians had all fallen to the ground. Ten Hidden Figures began to shuttle back and forth in the forest, chasing after the fish that had escaped the net.

Some of the Barbarian tribesmen who had dodged the bullets earlier were now running for their lives in the forest. Their hearts were filled with pain and fear.

Seeing their own people lying in a pool of blood, yet they were helpless, this made the barbarians blame themselves, but at the same time, they also hated the Holy Dragon City.

They swore in their hearts that if they had the chance, they would make these damn cultivators of loucheng pay with their lives.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew past and the barbarians saw a flash of Saber Light.

Looking at the black-armored cultivators with blood-stained sabers, they knew very well that they would never have the chance to take revenge.