However, the charge had just begun and declared its end.
Yong Yan didn't want to charge, but there was no way.
He will die because he continues to charge.
The kind of death that is very miserable.
Countless spears broke through the air, forming a "spear rain" in the sky.
At this moment, Yong Yan experienced what Zhou Fei had felt before.
The sense of despair with nowhere to escape held him tightly like a tarsal maggot.
If it weren't for Yong Yan's quick reaction, he would have already become a hedgehog at this moment.
The wizards who are casting spells have no such good luck.
In the process of casting the spell, the wizard has no defensive ability, even a three-year-old child can easily kill them.
These spears are much more lethal than a three-year-old kid.
Even if the accuracy is a little bit worse, it can't hold up the number.
Those wizards who were confessed as treasures by King Jin Zuo were shot into hedgehogs without any defense, and their deaths were extremely miserable.
When Yong Yan saw this scene, his back molars were about to be crushed.
This sudden "spear rain" caught him by surprise, and more importantly, all his layouts seemed so fragile in front of this spear rain.
Brute force cracked the ingenuity, so Yong Yan hated barbarians.
This is a group of waste that only knows to destroy but not to build, they should disappear in the wild land forever.
Although he has not seen the person throwing the spear, Yong Yan has already guessed who saved Zhou Fei.
Apart from those savages, who else could come up with such a simple and rude way
After the "spear rain", there were not many cavalry still standing on the scene.
Then, those who were hiding in the dark and throwing spears also rushed out.
Armed with powerful axes, they rushed to the steppe cavalry regiment like a group of red hair ghosts.
The unilateral slaughter has begun.
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The previous spear rain was an indiscriminate attack, not only attacking Yong Yan's people, but also taking care of Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan.
Fortunately, the chessboard given by the third brother was still strong. After several rounds of arrow rain, he suffered from a spear attack. Although there had been many cracks, it still stood firm and continued to protect Zhou Fei.
Zhou Fei kept holding Ling Zhaoyan tightly in his arms, and after the crackling sound above his head stopped, he let go of his embrace, and at the same time whispered to Ling Zhaoyan: "I bet you are right, they are here."
Ling Zhaoyan raised his head and looked into the distance, and saw a group of barbarians with various colored stripes on their faces slaughtering the steppe cavalry.
"It turned out to be the Demon Cult." Ling Zhaoyan's mood at the moment was very complicated.
She has always been more resistant to the identity of the Demon King's daughter. Although she has accepted this statement, she still does not want to admit it deep down.
Now, the people of the Demon Cult came to save her.
This identity was completely tied to her, no matter whether she admitted it or not, from the moment the Demon Cult reinforcement appeared, she could no longer get rid of the hat of the Demon King's Daughter.
She will become the enemy of the entire Great Wilderness, although it has already been.
Zhou Fei stood up, moved a somewhat sore waist, and said, "To be precise, it is a barbarian. This is a revenge. I am their bait, and the fish is Yong Yan."
"Vengeance?" Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei nodded: "Yes, it's revenge."
More than half a year ago, King Jin Zuo broke his faith and suddenly attacked the barbarian tribe, causing large-scale casualties to the barbarian tribe. Later, he colluded with the temple, chasing the barbarians on the grassland, and had the posture of driving the barbarians back to the far north.
Later, Feng Jianche broke into Yong Yan's big tent single-handedly and nearly killed him. Unfortunately, Yong Yan was too prepared to not only stifle Feng Jianche's beheading behavior, but also turned it over and seriously injured him.
However, Yong Yan also failed to keep Feng Jianche behind, allowing him to escape from the serious injury.
Now, it's the revenge of the barbarians.
What they hate most is the generation of treachery.
King Jin Zuo's team has surpassed the position of the temple in the minds of the barbarians and has become the most hated enemy.
After slaughtering all the cavalry, the barbarians raised their hands high and issued a unique barbarian roar.
The roar resounded throughout the canyon.
Yong Yan watched this scene, the hatred in his eyes almost flowed out, but his reason finally prevailed, and he turned and fled.
Unfortunately, Zhou Fei still failed to kill.
Why is his life so big
The barbarians did not chase Yong Yan, they formed a circle and slowly walked under the chessboard.
Compared with the carnival at the beginning, the expressions of the barbarians are quite weird now.
They are terrified.
The barbarians who were not afraid of death, the barbarians who could not even be defeated by the harsh environment of the far north, were shocked at this moment.
I don't believe any ghosts.
Especially when Ling Zhaoyan looked at them, these barbarians were trembling.
Then I don't know who raised his head. The barbarians knelt down like cut wheat.
Unexplained syllables uttered in their mouths, as if praying to Ling Zhaoyan.
Ling Zhaoyan panicked and kept hiding behind Zhou Fei
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Zhou Fei patted the back of her hand, and then said to the person who came by: "This is a bit inappropriate."
"The barbarians are not necessarily all Demon Cultists, but the Demon Cultists must be barbarians. I am the Young Master of the Demon Cult, and the people I bring are naturally members of the Demon Cult. There is nothing inappropriate for them to worship the Demon King's daughter. Feng Jianche walked in front of Zhou Fei, "I haven't seen you in a year, you have not changed much than when you watched at the Xuankong Temple."
Zhou Fei said: "It is a year for you, but for me, it's just a moment."
"Buddha's chessboard is really so amazing? Unfortunately, I have no chance to experience it." Feng Jianche said.
Zhou Fei did not answer this question, but looked at the barbarians who were still kneeling on the ground: "Would you like to let them stand up first?"
Feng Jianche said: "The Devil's daughter is here, I don't dare to overstep."
"Disgusting person, right?" Zhou Fei said grimly.
Ling Zhaoyan also poked his head out from behind Zhou Fei: "Young Master Feng, you shouldn't be joking."
Feng Jianche laughed loudly, half-turned and made a gesture to the barbarians. The barbarians stood up hurriedly, not at all as brave as they were when they slaughtered the steppe cavalry.
Zhou Fei raised his eyebrows: "How did such a tough barbarian warrior lose to King Jin Zuo?"
Feng Jianche said indifferently: "If there is no temple, King Jin Zuo is a fart. Zhou Fei, I tell you, never underestimate the power of the temple. Everyone thinks that the master is the first in the wilderness. After all, the master beat the temple. Don't worry about it. But if you really want to take turns, the temple can definitely leave the academy far away."
Zhou Fei shrugged: "Then we two should be pitying each other for the same disease."
"Pity for the same disease? No, I am your benefactor." Feng Jianche said: "Without me, you would die."
Zhou Fei sighed: "Grace is the least valuable thing. And if you really want to calculate, I am also your benefactor. Without me as the bait, how can you win such a hearty battle of revenge? No After the victory of this battle, how did the barbarians return to the grassland?"
Feng Jianche looked at Zhou Fei: "How do I feel that everything is a coincidence?"
Zhou Fei said: "You have to be kind."
Feng Jianche said: "No matter what, don't dispute these, you say yes. Now I am leaving, you take care."
Zhou Fei grabbed Feng Jianche's arm: "Don't, I'm discussing it."
Feng Jianche frowned: "What are you discussing?"
"Take me away." Zhou Fei said solemnly.
Feng Jianche said coldly: "What do you say in your dreams most of the day?"
(End of this chapter)