After gritting his teeth, Wagu was about to order a pursuit, but Lin Junhe suddenly stopped him and shook his head at him.

"Mr. Death, you are..."

Wagu asked in confusion, but was a little anxious, because the living mouths of the Uto tribe were about to escape from his sight.

This will definitely become a huge scourge, bringing destruction and disaster to the Taka tribe.

"They are the best baits, let them go."

Lin Junhe spoke lightly, while Wagu was shocked all over, as if he understood something, and couldn't help but speak in a trembling voice: "Sir, what do you mean..."

"I'm very interested in their tribe and hope these baits don't disappoint me."

Seeing that Lin Junhe had said this, Wagu stopped saying anything, but sat on the ground.

He is too old and has exhausted his energy just now, and it is entirely supported by strong intentions.

At this time, he saw that the enemy had retreated and fatigued, and he immediately attacked like a tide. He had no strength to stand.

However, he still exhausted his last strength, looked at Lin Junhe, and spoke excitedly.

"Thank you, Lord Death!"

On the side, the cheering soldiers all hit the ground with the spears in their hands, making a deafening sound.

"God, God, God!"
Chapter completed!