"Let's go, get out of here quickly!" The chief of Qiu Lin tribe pushed away his son and tried hard to stand up. The long bow in his hand became a decoration without arrows. The spear was already scarred due to repeated collisions of weapons.

After the fighting spirit was exhausted, his physical strength began to be greatly lost, but the enemy continued to flow in, and there was no hope in ambushing all over the place. The warriors around the chief of the Qiu Lin tribe had already lie down all over the ground.

They are all first-level warriors, the elites of the Qiu Lin tribe and the Youhe tribe, but now they have exhausted their fighting energy for a long time and have completely lost the power to fight again. The enemy surrounded them from all sides. If there was no other side, they were not too high and too close, I was afraid they would not be able to hold on now.

"Father, it's too late. No one can leave now." The heir of the chief of Qiu Lin tribe threw the broken spear in his hand on the ground, picked up a spear thrown by other soldiers on the ground, and looked at his companions lying all over the ground, with a look of pain on his face.

Looking at the sad expression on his son's face, the chief of Qiu Lin tribe was extremely regretful, "It was my self-righteousness that harmed you."

"No, my father, this is my own choice. After all, compared to the legendary invasion of the Hell Demon, I would rather believe that this is a conspiracy to return to the ancestral land by the Youhe Tribe." The chief heir of the Qiu Lin tribe had a smile on his face, as if the ghoul not far away did not exist, and his eyes turned to the West: "At least most of our tribe have been evacuated safely, right?"

"Hey, hey, I'm still here. Is it really okay for you father and son to say this?" The chief of Youhe Tribe shouted in dissatisfaction: "Although returning to the ancestral land is my always dream, isn't the conspiracy too much? Old man, are you sure that this poor student made a mistake in his judgment because he had not carefully studied the documents left by his ancestors?"

"And you are not only implicating your son, but also our father and son." The chief of the Youhe Tribe looked at the son who led a team of soldiers to gallop not far away, and defeated a wave of ghouls. He slowly returned with his son covered in dirty blood, and a hint of loneliness flashed across his face.

"I was indeed wrong this time. The ancestor documents are something that every chief must read. How could I not know? It's just that who would have thought that the legendary hell demon actually existed and reappeared in our world." The chief of the Qiu Lin tribe had a helpless look on his face: "You came together before, and you couldn't see any trace of a war. In addition, that guy was so angry that he looked like a nonsense and unreliable guy, so..."

Chief of Youhe Tribe: Is it our fault?

"My father, there are too many hell demons, and there are still reinforcements coming from behind. We are afraid that we can't hold on for too long." Maras's spear was inserted into the ground hard. This spear was a gift given to him by the Lord of Corleon. The master-level alchemy equipment was not comparable to the weapons made by the natives, and there was no damage on it.

"How much fighting spirit do you have?" The chief of Youhe Tribe suddenly asked, which changed the expression on Maras's face slightly, "My father, I won't escape for the second time!"

"This is not a escape at the last minute, but a strategic retreat. It is shameful to sacrifice unnecessary!" The chief of Youhe Tribe whispered.

"Malas, our fighting spirit is basically exhausted. After a day and night of battle, the tribesmen have fled to a safe place. Now it is time to consider our own comfort. Any little power preservation is for future counterattacks." The chief of the Qiu Lin tribe also began to persuade Malas to leave.

"Malas, after you leave, we will also choose to break through. However, there are too many hell demons here, and our breakthrough may not be smooth. Even if we break through smoothly, we will be chased by them all the way. I hope you can rush to the ancestral land as fast as possible and then find reinforcements to support us." The heir of the chief chief of Qiu Lin tribe looked at Malas with a real face.

Maras couldn't help but feel hot. It was not easy to break through. They were already tired men. Except for their slightly fighting spirit, everyone else was almost at the end of their lives. The reason why those hell demons were not in a hurry to attack was because they saw that they were almost at the end of their journey and were unwilling to make unnecessary sacrifices.

As long as you spend a little bit of it, you will be torn to death, and there is no need to make greater sacrifices. After all, the 50 or 60-level strong men in my previous class have caused them no small damage.

"Damn bastard, their trenchers are coming up again." A great warrior in charge of reconnaissance intelligence issued an alarm, and everyone immediately stood up and was cautious.

"Everyone hides in the Ice Hell!" The chief of Youhe Tribe issued an order as soon as possible. This was their last line of defense. However, under repeated bombardment, the Ice Hell also suffered some damage. As time goes by, the power of the Ice Hell is slowly fading. I don't know how long it can be supported.

Wait, did the enemy's catapults have increased this time? Catalogs are slowly advancing from all directions, with hundreds of them. They also saw that there were huge rocks placed on the catapults and zombies that were actually zombies.

In order to deal with the Hell Demon, they directly demolished some buildings of the Qiu Lin tribe and built a simple camp based on the Ice Hell to withstand waves of attacks from the Hell Demon. Now that the fortifications are damaged, their people and horses are exhausted, the enemy is actually planning to launch an air raid.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The continuous roars appeared with the smoke and dust in the sky, and screams were endless, and roars and hisses rang out.

"The Centaur tribe will never be a slave!"

"Those who offend my Centaur tribe will be killed without mercy!"

"Hell Demon, this is my Centaur territory, get out of our homeland!"

Figures fell from the sky and fell into the group of hell demon catapults. The fighting spirit was scattered and the catapults were split into pieces. The ones who controlled the catapults were not powerful demons. They were killed or injured under their powerful offensive.

"Woo~Woo~~~" A sound of horns sounded, and thousands of horses galloped in the distance, and the sky was filled with dust. A large army of centaurs roared, and the rain of arrows roared open a huge hole in the West.

"Hahahaha, old guys, are you dead? The great galloping horse tribe, Lord Almö, is here to save you!" A loud voice sounded, accompanied by a slash of fighting spirit, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"It's the ancestral land, the reinforcements from the ancestral land have arrived!" The chief of Youhe tribe and the chief of Qiu Lin tribe showed a look of ecstasy on his face, but Maras looked up at the sky. Figures in a small aircraft in the sky kept jumping down and smashing hard into the enemy army, smashing the formation of the ghoul army into chaos.

"It's them, that exploration team." Maras's words attracted the attention of the two chiefs, and at the same time noticed the situation in the air.

The two chiefs couldn't help but feel ashamed. They were not fools. The reason why reinforcements from the ancestral land came so timely was definitely unrelated to them. After all, the two tribes who fled were large in number, and most of them were old, weak, women and children, which seriously dragged down the speed of advance. These reinforcements were obviously not what they asked for.

And the only one who can do all this in such a short time is the exploration team with super high flight speed.

With a loud "boom!", a figure fell to the ground fiercely, and a huge fist waved to the side. A powerful force appeared out of nowhere to knock the zombie ghoul away from the defence that was approaching the level of the level that was lurking away.

"Oh, we're meeting again. You don't look very good. Is the hell demon very good?" The Lord of Corleon punched out his fists in succession, and fist shadows rushed to the death one after another to break the bones and bones they wanted to destroy.

"The best choice for sacred potion, restoring physical strength, fighting spirit, and energy. Should I get some? I have a 12% discount when buying it now." The Knight of Wall's Temple drove the second-level steel golem war horse and galloped in front of them.

"The battlefield unfolds, ice hell!" Vivian's voice made most of them tremble. This was not cold, but a conditioned reflex after being beaten.
Chapter completed!