Song Yang pointed at the magic warrior lying on the ground and said, "Anda, hang him and the chief of the Chaori tribe on the back of the rhinoceros and take them to the place where the tribes are fighting."
Anda was stunned for a moment and said, "Just like this?"
Song Yang said, "Yes, do you want to fly over there?"
Anda said, "No, I mean if we bring the magic warriors and the chief of the Chaori tribe to the battlefield, we might be besieged by other warriors of the Chaori tribe."
He said this in a low voice.
Anda was also a little scared.
After all, what Song Yang did was too exciting and exceeded Anda's psychological expectations.
If Anda had not followed Song Yang to create several miracles, he would have returned directly to the Sharp Fang Tribe by now.
Song Yang said: "What are you afraid of? I'll take care of everything. With your little courage, you still want to build the most powerful tribe on the ancient road? Go back and eat shit."
Anda's face turned red after hearing what Song Yang said.
He made up his mind and gritted his teeth to throw the body of the magic warrior lying on the ground and the body of the chief of the Chaori tribe onto the back of the rhinoceros.
There is a lot of space on the back of the big rhino, so there is no problem at all to throw two more people on it.
Seeing Anda riding on the rhino, Song Yang looked at the four blood warriors kneeling beside him and said, "Do you want to follow?"
"Follow, follow!"
The four blood warriors nodded in agreement at the same time.
They dared not refuse.
Who knows if Song Yang will just kill them because they said the wrong thing.
A group of six people rode on their unicorns again and headed towards the direction where the Chaori tribe and the Huashe tribe were fighting.
Two blood warriors died on the Asahi tribe side, and two empty unicorns were freed up.
One of them was ridden by Song Yang.
The unicorn was very fast and soon arrived at the place where the Chaori tribe and the Flower Snake tribe were fighting.
At this moment, exactly one hourglass had passed.
The warriors of the Chaori tribe and the Huashe tribe were divided into two sides.
The witch Hemanli of the Flower Snake Tribe stood up and looked at Hasru in the crowd opposite and said, "It's time. Where are your magic warriors?"
Hasru's face was gloomy.
He was very annoyed.
The chief of the Chaori tribe is a fool. He is so slow in summoning magic warriors!
Now that we don’t have the magic warriors to support us, let’s fight a few more times!
Hasru was reluctant to admit defeat, but he had to obey what he had said before.
At this moment, a loud shout was heard: "The magic warriors and the chief of the Chaori tribe are here!"
Hasru's face lit up with joy.
He turned around and saw two people flying towards him from mid-air.
The magic warrior and the patriarch are back, that’s good!
Wizard Hasru breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could catch his breath, he heard two plops.
The magic warriors and the chief of the Chaori tribe were lying on the ground. The raised dust covered their faces with a thick layer of powder, as if they were wearing makeup.
"Oh my god, the magic warrior and the clan leader are all dead!"
A warrior from the Asahi tribe shouted loudly.
His voice caused an uproar in the audience.
Hasman stood up with a thud.
He came over to the two people lying down and looked at them, his expression changed rapidly.
The magic warrior and the patriarch were really dead.
I didn’t expect that after waiting for such a long time, what I got was not the hope of victory, but the news of the death of the most powerful warrior!
The magus is the deterrent force of the tribe.
The chief is the running head of the tribe.
These two most important members of the tribe turned into corpses.
Hasru looked up and around, shouting, "Who did this!?"