As soon as the order came out, the warriors of the bone-cutting clan immediately pulled out their weapons, and without even doing basic testing, they came over from both sides of the high platform.
No matter how confident Aosha was, there were only four of them.
This number of people can't even control their own half of the territory. When the 22 people complete the encirclement, Aosha will fall into the predicament of being attacked by the enemy.
As warriors who live by dueling, they will never have any concerns in such a life-and-death struggle. From the moment they boarded the high platform, they have dedicated their lives to the three gods.
This is both a struggle for power and a fight to please the gods.
Then they heard sad and melodious singing.
Drow Silver Moon's chant instantly overshadowed the roar of the ground fire and the roar of the black water of the Styx.
This tune is ethereal and sweet, as if it came from a distant sky, but the feelings of loss, pain and mourning contained in it are so strong that anyone who hears it can't help but want to cry.
This made the footsteps of the bone-cutting warriors uncontrollable.
"No... stop!"
"What are you... doing?"
"Stop now, you are desecrating the Holy Land!"
"traitor!"
"I am going to kill you!"
The expressions of bystanders suddenly changed drastically. Some pointed at the Bone Clan and shouted loudly, while others covered their faces and cried, as if they had encountered something extremely sad.
Thuram could hardly believe his eyes!
He saw the bone-cutting warriors turn around and kill their own people. In the blink of an eye, the viewing platform was splashed with hot blood, the machete passed through the intestines, and the heads rolled off the platform, and his face was still full of astonishment. with disbelief. Paired with sad music, it almost seems to be describing this astonishing massacre.
But only for a brief moment.
When he blinked again, the tragic scene in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the twenty-two warriors were still approaching, but their footsteps were much slower.
They couldn't help but be slow. The clansmen behind them should have been their strongest support and their spiritual support. They were born and died for the clan, won power, and the clan cheered and shouted for them, and regarded them as heroes - but now it is completely reversed, the clansmen's cries and scolding make them suspicious, even the other big clans in charge of the iron sand city also Glancing at them as if they had committed some unforgivable crime.
Warriors are not afraid of powerful enemies, but they cannot ignore the rebukes of siblings.
Could this be the power of Princess Aosha
But... how is that possible? It's not that Thuram has never seen a force that can manipulate people's hearts. For example, Kabara of the Sandstone Clan is a powerful goddess with similar abilities, but he has never heard that a goddess can make this ethereal power beyond ten steps. Yes! He touched the Stone of God's Punishment hanging around his neck and looked at the new owner, Drow Yinyue, who was standing far more than ten steps away from the observation deck. Those who were shirtless and obviously did not wear the stone were crying Is it really caused by her singing voice
He believed that this question also existed in the hearts of the bone-cutting warriors.
For a duel, this hesitation is fatal.
Everything happens in an instant.
Just as they slowed down, Andrea took the lead.
She didn't take off the short bow behind her, but pulled out a feather arrow and threw it at the duelist closest to her.
Perhaps it was influenced by off-court, or the opponent did not hold a bow, so he lowered his vigilance, and the Bone-cutting Warrior did not respond to the block immediately. When it flew over, it was too late to try to avoid it.
The four feathered arrows are no less than the powerful shot of a strong bow full of strings!
Each arrow passed under the target's right collarbone and got stuck in the bone, so that the dominant hand holding the knife could no longer exert any strength, which also made the four of them completely incapable of fighting.
There was a break in the encirclement.
The singing that echoed on the high platform suddenly changed, from the previous sad tune to a high-pitched, high-pitched drumbeat, every note of the compact drum beats in the heart, making people's blood boil!
Ash's figure is like a black shadow, once again showing her unreasonable strength - clearly carrying a giant hammer and a wooden shield, her footsteps are still flowing. With the left hand to block, the right hand to dance the hammer, no one can stop her blow. And instead of smashing people with the hammer, she held the handle of the hammer horizontally and rammed on the stage, and soon six or seven people fell at her feet.
The bone-cutting warriors, who had an advantage in numbers, were caught in a dilemma.
Continue to disperse and surround from the two wings, not to mention how to bypass the ashes to fill the gap on the other side, this process alone will be overwhelmed by Andrea's projection. Even if he shields his body with a shield, he will be pierced through the soles of his feet by arrows that look like eyes. As for the divine stone arrows shot in a hurry, not only will they not threaten the opponent, but the divine stone that falls to the ground will be smashed by the iron axe that acts as an escort—that is a precious thing worth dozens of golden dragons!
If the siege is cancelled, the advantage of their large numbers will be lost.
"Everyone, move closer to me!"
Probably seeing that this would not go on, a warrior shouted and gathered around a dozen people who could still stand. At this point in the battle, everyone could see that although Ashes' declaration was extremely arrogant, no one had been killed so far.
If she wanted to kill, no one could stop that hammer.
Every warrior is a precious treasure of the clan, and this practice has won the respect of the major bystander clans, including the bone-cutting duelists - they are not afraid of sacrifice, and are willing to give their lives for the sacred duel, but it has to be meaningful, and Not to die blindly. The Mother Earth is not a murderer, she praises courage and strength, but does not wish to see a fearless death.
The warriors retracted their weapons to their waists, and everyone huddled in a row and stretched out their hands forward, the meaning of which was self-evident.
"Ah."
Ashes smiled lightly, dropped the wooden shield, raised the long-handled hammer, and rushed towards the crowd.
The two forces collided violently!
"Oh!"
"come on!"
"hold onto!"
There were chaotic shouts from the observation deck, but the clan was not pointed out, as if it was no longer important who won or lost at this moment, and people just wanted to see a show of bravery! The bystanders who were still crying a moment ago now clenched their fists one by one and stared at the center of the high platform without blinking, but Thuram didn't think there was anything strange at all—the drum beat on the field was high. After a wave, it was like a horn urging everyone to move forward bravely, making every audience agitated, as if they were not a spectator, but a participant in this sacred duel!
Ash's upper body stretched into a sloping straight line at this moment, and his feet were bent back and forth, actually forming a stalemate with more than ten people from the Bone Cutting Clan. The muscles on her arms form a perfect arc, like the best interpretation of strength and beauty.
But this is not a duel against an entire clan.
When Iron Axe, Andrea, and Drow Silvermoon joined the tug of war one after another, the balance was broken.
Four people pushed more than ten people forward slowly, approaching the edge of the high platform step by step. Every step they took would cause a commotion in the onlookers, and Thuram couldn't help shouting and waving his arms.
After a period of climbing, the music finally ushered in the highest peak.
The forward footsteps finally merged with the drum beat at this moment, and the bone-cutting warriors were no longer able to resist.
The music stopped abruptly at the same time, but the exciting aftertaste still echoed in everyone's ears, and it never dissipated for a long time...
"Victor, Osha Clan!"