I haven't had time to do anything yet, Yan Mo has been wronged.
"Protect Lord Mo!"
A loud roar came from nowhere, swish swish swish, the snow turned, and dozens of people jumped out from under the snow, and two teams of soldiers rushed out from both sides of the hall, surrounding the Yuanji fighters who followed Qiu Shi.
The original fighters are going crazy, they only have a dozen or so people, and there are at least a hundred Jiuyuan fighters surrounding them!
"Brothers, you are too shameless! All of you are third-level fighters! Ten out of ten beat one of us! You are still wearing leather armor!" The original fighters almost wanted to shout: We are not playing.
Not only that, at the same time as the roar fell, the hall door was pulled open, and the savages who were in class inside rushed out in a swarm, quickly separating Yan Mo and Qiu Shi.
A savage leader eager to express himself shouted in a very unfamiliar common language: "Kill the enemy, kill the enemy! Protect Lord Mo!"
Yan Mo, "..."
The original fighters were extremely nervous, and pointed their spears at the Jiuyuan fighters one after another. It's a pity that they are sweating all over their backs in the freezing cold.
Dahe stamped his foot on the ground, a thick shield appeared in front of Yan Mo, and all the guards protected Yan Mo tightly.
Shaking the floating snow off his body, he approached Qiu Shi and the others from the next step.
Seeing Hideo appear, the faces of the original fighters protecting Qiushi turned livid, but they still devoted themselves to protecting Qiushi, retreating step by step, trying to distance themselves.
A soldier saw Qiushi standing still, and wanted to pull him back together, but Qiushi slapped him in the face, "Get out!"
The soldier froze.
Qiu Shi stood motionless on the top of the steps, and shouted with a ferocious face, "Okay! You are indeed a priest from Sancheng. This scheming... I have underestimated you!"
Yan Mo... I really didn't do anything.
"Master Qiushi, what's going on?" Another original soldier asked, he had to ask.
"Shut up!" False Qiushi's nature was exposed, he once again shouted at the soldiers around him angrily, and then sneered at Yan Mo: "Don't be complacent, even if you kill Elder Qiuyin, Hao will not go with you."
"They killed Elder Qiuyin?!" The warrior who was scolded by Qiushi looked ugly, but glared at Yan Mo angrily after hearing the elder's death.
Dahe and other Jiuyuan warriors from the original world frowned slightly.
Yan Mo now just wants to drag Yuan Zhan out and whip him a hundred times, that's all, if he still doesn't know what's going on, then he can wear it again.
The bastard Zhan, playing tricks and tricks, didn't tell him anything, and lied to him that he was going hunting. He thought that Yuan Zhan and others would wait until spring to attack Fake Qiushi. But if it weren't for this, I'm afraid the fake Qiushi wouldn't be so easily fooled.
At the same time, Yan Mo seriously suspects that Fake Qiushi knows that he has the training method of the blood warrior, which may have something to do with Yuan Zhan. Even if this guy didn't tell Fake Qiushi about it directly, he still blows it up, and blows it very hard. Otherwise, Fake Qiushi wouldn't rush over whenever he had a chance to meet him alone.
Yan Mo thought everything through in a flash, then turned his head and asked Dahe: "Who is Qiuyin?"
Dahe replied: "One of the three elders of Yuanji, a member of the Heiyuan tribe."
Yan Mo nodded, Yuan Zhan was a bastard, but he had to cooperate, "Lord Qiushi, how do you know that Elder Qiuyin was killed by us here?"
While talking, Yan Mo motioned the heavy soldiers protecting him to move away so that he could talk to Qiu Shi.
The guards immediately obeyed the order to separate.
But the savages finally waited for this opportunity to perform meritorious deeds, firmly remembering what the cruel and powerful leader said to protect the priest, and listening to Yan Mo telling them to separate, they did not move.
The leader said that if a piece of skin is scraped off by Master Mo, they will have to pay with their lives. But if it is well protected, the person who contributes the most today can get a house!
Ho ho ho! For the sake of the house, for the sake of my life, I must protect the priest!
Yan Mo looked at the large group of furry heads in front of him who refused to move away, speechless.
Little white bugs crawled into Yan Mo's ears.
Yan Mo felt his ears itchy, so he raised his finger to scratch.
Qiu Shi grinned a weird smile.
"Lord Qiushi, my lord priest is asking you, why don't you answer?" Hide asked further.
It's not that Qiushi doesn't want to answer, it's just that he can't be distracted for the time being.
Seeing this, he thought he was guilty, stood in front of the savages, faced Qiu Shi, and raised his voice: "Soldiers in Yuanji, the person next to you is not the priest Qiu Shi, Qiu Shi has already been killed by him. Chief Hao was also controlled by him, and the elders of Yuanji and some soldiers were also bewitched by him, and now the leader of my tribe is leading people to rescue Chief Hao and our people!"
Hearing this, all the original fighters and the unaware Jiuyuan fighters looked at the old priest Qiu Shi.
But Qiushi didn't make a sound to refute, he actually closed his eyes at this critical juncture, with only one eyeball trembling under his eyelids.
Yan Mo didn't see this scene, he would definitely want to cut off Qiushi's eyelids to observe carefully, and then arrest him for live experiments.
"My lord priest?" Yuanji soldiers didn't dare to touch Qiushi, so they could only call him.
Qiushi's forehead burst out with blue veins, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Your Excellency is using witchcraft, don't touch him!" A soldier saw it, and quickly stopped the other original fighters in a low voice, and asked everyone to disperse and surround Qiushi to prevent the Jiuyuan fighters from seeing the vision.
Frowning ferociously, he turned his head and shouted to Dahe in a low voice: "Protect Lord Mo, guard him into the hall, close the door tightly, and don't come out if you don't hear my shout!"
Da He nodded, and was about to tell Yan Mo about this, when Yan Mo suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his temple.
"Dahe." Yan Mo said.
"Yes. Your Excellency, are you unwell?"
Yan Mo put down his hand rubbing his temples, with a half smile on his face, "Give me an order, grab the fake Qiushi, if you dare to resist, kill him immediately! Also, don't let anyone touch me." After finishing speaking, he sat down on the ground.
Dahe was horrified, and immediately ordered the guards to block all the openings, and at the same time shouted: "Master Mo has an order! Catch the fake Qiushi, if he dares to defy, kill him!"
Facing Qiu Shi and Yuanji fighters, he shouted in a deep voice, "Brothers in Yuanji, step back! As long as you don't resist, I promise not to kill any of you, including Fake Qiushi!" Our leader rescued the chief of the trench, and then the chief of the trench will decide how to punish Fake Qiushi."
Yuanji's soldiers also wanted to back away, but no matter how they looked at them, they couldn't tell that the old priest looked fake. Under such circumstances, they had no choice but to desperately.
"My lord, please don't force us! Can't we wait for the chief to come?"
He originally wanted to wait for Yuan Zhan to bring Hao over, but the priest has already ordered, so things must have changed.
"Hey, someone is using witchcraft to attack Lord Mo!"
Da He's words were like adding fuel to the fire, and there was nothing good to say: "Will you let me go!"
The wind and sand are slowly gathering, a tiny whirlwind appears under the hideous feet, and the snowflakes are carried by the wind.
The original fighters gritted their molars and fought. They would definitely not be able to fight, but they could retreat. As tribal fighters, they could not back down even a single step before meeting the chief!
"My lord, we can't retreat!"
He didn't seem to be surprised to get such an answer. He clenched his right fist and smashed his left chest at these fighters, "Very good, you are all the best fighters, and I'm proud of you!"
The expressions of the original fighters also changed, becoming resolute and resigned to death. They will definitely not survive today, but they will definitely work hard to kill the enemy and try their best to bring the old priest out of Jiuyuan City.
The two sides are at war with each other, and the situation is about to explode.
At this moment, Qiu Shi's eyelids trembled violently and opened suddenly.
"Who says I'm a fake! Warriors of Yuanji, God Kamo is looking at us from the sky, the Jiuyuan tribe who want to annex Yuanji will be punished by God! Hey, how dare you treat me like this!"
With a hideous expression on his face, "Whether you are true or not, you will know when the chief of the trench comes."
"Of course I am true!" The old priest was trembling with anger, holding up his scepter and trying to hit someone, "Don't think that I don't know what you want to do! You traitors! It's not enough for you to betray the tribe, and now you want to annex us God, punish these greedy and despicable wolves! Punish that vicious priest who confused my warriors!"
Regardless of the heavy snow on the ground, the old priest fell to his knees with his arms raised high, his expression twisted, his mouth kept muttering and cursing loudly.
With a familiar expression and a familiar sound of incantations, such an old priest really doesn't look like someone who was impersonated.
No longer showing mercy, the wind and sand rose up and rushed towards Qiu Shi.
The original soldiers didn't care whether they would interrupt the old priest's curse. One soldier rushed up and hugged him, picked him up and ran away, while the other soldiers guarded him.
The wind and sand captivated the eyes of the original fighters, but because of the weather, there were countless snowflakes flying up with the whirlwind, but the original fighters couldn't run halfway through dozens of steps.
In this situation, it was very easy to kill the original warriors. Even if you didn't use bows and arrows, you would die if you stabbed them with a spear.
Looking at these former brothers, he couldn't do anything cruel, and the wind and sand stopped, "Catch them! They will live!"
Sa Yu also jumped out from nowhere, and brought a group of brats with a practice mallet, "Use this, hit them on the head!"
The original soldiers burst into tears, blown by the wind and sand!
The Jiuyuan soldiers laughed, and replaced their spears with mallets one after another like knocking a gopher, knocking out all the dozen or so Yuanyuan soldiers who were crying like headless flies in a short while.
Sa Yu, the worst brat, took the largest wooden mallet and slammed the old priest on the head while no one was paying attention.
Old bastard, let you bully my master! Let you take advantage of our Jiuyuan! If you dare to let God punish my master, I will punish you first! Kill you!
He grabbed Sa Yu's wrist, his face twitched, "Enough, if you knock again, you will be killed."
Sa Yu chuckled, took the gavel and ran to ask Yan Mo for credit.
Sighing inwardly, he bent down and picked up the unconscious old priest, whose head was bleeding and bleeding, and carried him into the meeting hall. Let it be the last thing he did for Yuanji. In such a cold day, if you put people outside like this, they will be frozen into popsicles in a while.
Other fainted Primal fighters were also sent into the hall.
Hide returned to the hall, and asked Dahe worriedly: "How is your lord?"
Dahe didn't know either, so he just let him see for himself.
Yan Mo looked like nothing happened on the surface, quietly lowered his head and remained motionless.
"Look at the adults' ears!" He slapped Dahe ferociously.
Dahe stared.
A trace of blood flowed from Yan Mo's right ear.
"What should I do? Is your lord injured?" Dahe was anxious.
He was also anxious, but he didn't dare to mess up, let alone move Yan Mo, "First build a brazier around here, it's too cold here."
Da He slapped his head and scolded himself: "Why didn't I think of that! Hurry up! Ding Ning Ding Fei..."
"No need." An unpleasant hoarse voice sounded, Yan Mo opened his eyes, and touched his bleeding right ear.
Seeing the little white object on the fingertips, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Mo's mouth.
He did not throw away the white worm, but took out a laboratory test tube from his pocket, and carefully put the white worm into it.
"My lord, are you alright?" Several people said at the same time.
Yan Mo got up, his butt was cold, "I'm fine, where's that fake Qiushi?"
Qiu Shi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood in a coma.
The soldiers guarding him were taken aback, and hurriedly reported the matter to their superiors.
Yan Mo led a large group of people into the hall, and the savages followed suit, never leaving.
Yan Mo, "...get out of the way!"
The savages did not move.
Yan Mo, "Get out of the way and eat meat."
The savages snapped apart.
The hideous face twitched again, determined to train these savages severely, and train them all to become the best fighters!
Yan Mo walked to the first seat and sat down, pointed at Qiu Shi, and said bluntly: "Wash him awake and drag him here!"
Immediately, someone brought a bucket of freshly melted snow water and splashed it on Qiu Shi's face.
Qiu Shi's whole body trembled, and he woke up abruptly from the cold.
A savage pushed aside the soldiers, rushed forward and dragged Qiu Shi, who was stiff, to Yan Mo's feet, threw it heavily, and then smirked at Yan Mo.
Yan Mo, "...I'll give you an extra piece of meat later."
The savage roared with joy, and was dragged back by his jealous companions.
Yan Mo asked for a wooden spear from the guard, and stabbed Qiushi, "Hey, report your name when you wake up, don't pretend to be dead."
Qiu Shi's face trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he wanted to yell, but all he could say was, "You gotta... you, you... gotta..."
The savages around him laughed strangely, and some imitated him by chattering their teeth.
"Are you wondering how I can fight back against you without being controlled by you?" Yan Mo stabbed him again with his spear.
Fake Qiushi's eyes were filled with extreme hatred, how dare this brat insult him like this!
"Your mental strength is good. If I hadn't made a breakthrough some time ago and got a gadget, I'm afraid I might not be able to spot your moves, let alone counter you." Yan Mo rarely lamented his good luck.
The test of the fourth-level inheritance of the Bone Refining Clan is quite difficult, but the rewards given after passing the test are also beyond his expectations.
He was worrying about how to increase his mental power and defend against other people's mental power attacks, but the bone refiners gave him a bone tool that could increase the user's mental power.
This kind of bone tool is not very useful to high-level blood warriors, just like chicken ribs. But for someone like him who has just come into contact with spiritual power and started to use it, this thing is a big treasure!
If he didn't get this bone tool, he really might not be able to play with this fake Qiushi that came from nowhere. Because the other party can actually manipulate some kind of insect into the brain of the creature, and then use mental power to control it.
Thanks to you! Yan Mo touched the bone necklace hanging on his chest, it was a bone vessel like a finger bone of some kind of animal.
Qiu Shi didn't notice the pendant on Yan Mo's chest at first, until Yan Mo touched it.
"Bone implements?!" Qiu Shi's eyes narrowed.
"You really are not Qiushi." Yan Mo laughed.