There is only two days left for the Shanshu clan, and the dilemma seems to be unsolvable, but in the ears of the thirteen alliance tribes, we can still hear the news that we are constantly moving.

As the Santa chief of the Fir Tree clan, Grey brought Christmas tree flags to the central army tents every day to cause trouble, pestering the chiefs who pretended to be deaf and dumb to ask for military supplies and military rations, and he was very tempted to cheat on the spot if he failed to achieve his goal.

The final result of this is of course ineffective, and it will only make these old chiefs feel that the Shanshu clan has lost its skills.

The chiefs were happy to pretend to be stupid to him these two days. Sometimes they were so annoyed that they could not bear it, so they took out good wine and meat to entertain him. The whole tent was filled with the smell of wine and meat, as if they were in Africa to support construction.

I can even imagine that they looked at Gray with that gloating expression, waiting to see the unlucky outcome of the Shanshu clan in two days.

But I didn't expect Gray to make any progress. The eleven people left in the tribe, including me, continued to bring food to buy the small tribe outside and seek more help.

Unfortunately, the food brought by the camels was spilled out like running water for two days, but only a few hundred tribal "warriors" with pale faces and thin skin, and a bunch of "allies" with different thoughts.

Chief Berthold and his friends must have instructed their vassals, especially those who have the power to turn the situation around the war, must draw a clear line with us and report our news at any time.

Therefore, when we spoke in front of the little chief with a radical combat plan, we enthusiastically called on the tribe warriors to recover the Holy Mountain, the feedback we received was not very satisfactory.

What's more, after getting drunk, the chief of a Thirteen-Confession tribe praised the report in front of Gray, as if these secretly exchanged combat deployments were just a joke for children to play house.

Time quickly came to the night before the combat plan. The heartless Shanshu clan Han in the tent had already fallen asleep, and his snoring was so loud that I regretted not bringing the emoticon Xiaoma and competing with them.

I sat by the bonfire outside the camp, holding a branch in my hand and plucking the charcoal fire, waiting boredly for the stones and sand to heat up, so that I could throw the cassava in my hand and simmer it.

At this time, more than a dozen tent camps of different sizes had gathered outside the Shanshu clan tent, all of which were all joining our forces for the sake of making a living. Their feelings for us can be said to be more simple than the salary thieves who clock in and get off work every day - just be stubborn!

I lie on the grass. I have never felt like this today before. But today I am in the mountains and night, concentrating in the vast night sky. I seem to see the eyes of this world and feel the unprecedented emptiness of my soul.

"Grey, what are you thinking? Talk about the topic of literary and artistic for two dollars?"

After the boy's hair was bleached without the potion, he slowly returned to his original golden color. He looked at me with a bruised nose and swollen face, and said in a confused manner: "I want to destroy this world..."

I said disdainfully: "Destroy the world? Do you know how many floors a bag of rice will carry? I also want to destroy the world! Tell you that you are hitting you for your own good, so that you can't help but destroy our plans."

Gray said dissatisfiedly: "But, I've been almost pissed off by them these two days, and I'm sarcastic in my words and outside. It's not easy for me to endure it until today."

The night on the grassland does not have the neon lights flashing in memories, but only a strange yellow moon that has not yet been completed, and a floating figure of a heavy mountain. The whole world seems dazed and distorted.

I said earnestly: "Grey, you need to know that character design is very important. In order to conform to character design, your actions must be logical, and the language, actions, and micro-expressions are unified. The advantage of doing this is that everyone's brain will bring this character into the first time to deepen the impression. No matter what you do, you will give priority to the color of character design..."

The faint yellow moonlight in the night sky, without the embellishment of stars, created a dream like clouds. The clouds in front of you were gray, and the black mountains were pressing heavily on the earth under the night sky. The looming tip of the Corilo Mountain floated in the deep night sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if drifting in a position that did not belong to you.

I stood up and looked at the towering mountains in the sky, "You must remember what you will tell you next."

Gray immediately became nervous, "Boss, you won't go up the mountain now, right? Isn't this too hasty? It's not enough to achieve the effect of light and dark cooperation in your mouth..."

I saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Enough, Gulfred, when will you be so scrupulous? I asked you to endure it for your own good..."

After all, we are like Zhang Mazi just entering Goose City. Not only are hesitating, but he also has to be careful of local tyrants' calculations. For them, Gray can step into a trap, but he will definitely not be able to struggle and resist.

If Gray doesn't even have the value of being used, then what is waiting for the guys like Senbo is Liuzi's story - you said you came for fairness, then why did you eat two bowls of noodles and only give one bowl of money?

Such things will only happen constantly, forcing Gray to betrayal of his relatives.

Gray clenched his fists and said to me unwillingly: "Boss, the conspiracy is so clear. There will be so many people to be sacrificed. I can't ignore it... There is also the amusement park that day. If I could be stronger, I would definitely be able to save everyone..."

Hum? Is this kid possessed a demon?

It is true that at his age, he has the ability to change the status quo. It is easy to think that "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" and want to exert some effort when he sees everything - this is also the origin of his superhero dream.

"don’t worry."

I patted his shoulder and for the first time I found that this young man was an immature boy. "I can be sure that the war between the clown and the monster continued where we couldn't see it. What we saw was the craziest one in it, and the summoning ceremony attracted more than one lunatic, such as the fat clown in the cupboard, which had a smell of living maggots in the gutter......"

Gray looked up: "Really?"

I covered my face powerlessly: "What do I do for making up such a disgusting battle? I just want you to understand that the heroes who think you are dedicated to justice may just be a group of madmen who join in the fun and make trouble."

Speaking of this, I rubbed his hair and said seriously: "Tomorrow's plan will be very radical. I hope you can be mentally prepared. The reason why this character is established is to break through or throw it on the ground and step on it."

Then he pointed to the mountain in the distance, "Where is my next goal. Gray, I'll leave it to you later."

Gray looked at the camp that was gradually falling into silence and gradually returned to his calmness. He thought for a while with a bruised nose and swollen face, and asked seriously: "My last question. Boss, would you die for justice?"

I shook my head, "No, I will just live for justice."

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Early the next morning, a team of more than four hundred people gathered at the entrance to the Corilo Mountains, filling the entire foothills.

At the front of the team were twelve people holding the Christmas tree flag, lined up in a row to take the lead in charge. Behind were the vassal tribes that had just joined us and sent warriors who still had combat capabilities, hoping to make achievements in the battle.

The characteristics of these more than 400 people are that they are ragged, pale and thin. You carry a wooden stick and I join the battle with an old bow on my back. There is no sign of combat effectiveness at all.

In the era of cold weapons, conquering natural dangers is a high risk and low return. Siege battles often evolve into a protracted siege due to the backwardness of engineering equipment, which ends with the exhaustion of food on one side.

With the army outside, the food and grass consumed every day are astronomical figures, and the manpower of signs will also affect the sowing and harvesting of the coming year. If you return in vain, it will be a catastrophe for a nomadic tribe.

Many people here are really trying to recover the holy mountain of Corilo and return to their original peaceful life.

But the people who are truly capable of ending the disaster are the ones who caused the disaster. Their men still retained the power of nearly a thousand people, but they shamelessly ranked last in the name of suppressing the formation.

Chief Bettehold said cordially: "The brave Chief White Falcon, the savior of the Holy Mountain! We are eager to witness the unparalleled courage and outstanding war skills of the Sugi Tree clan in this battle!"

Subsequently, the other tribal chiefs also sent "only" equipment and supplies, boosting morale with similar words, and declared that as long as the Shanshu clan could smash the high walls of the mountain passes, they would rush forward and defend the fruit of victory to the death!

What this sentence means is worth pondering.

If they can break through the enemy, they will go up, but if they cannot break through, will they have to perform "friendly troops are in trouble and remain as if they are not moving"?

Or maybe our war is not going well and we need to reorganize the army. Will they block our way down the mountain and force us to fight to the end with bloody battles?

"Don't worry, this battle is bound to be won!"

After Gray said something meaningfully, he stood in front of the team with a cold face, without even turning back, and waved his hand to lead the four hundred Shanshu clan coalition forces toward the mountain. The entire team was mighty but incomplete.

I lowered the mask on my face and whispered to Gray, "Go to the mountain and wait for my instructions."

Gray nodded in slightest and slowly set foot on the mountaineering road.

Although the Corilo Mountain is majestic and tall, the mountain is extremely steep, and there are few plants on the cliffs on the outside, which is a bleak and solemn atmosphere. After my observation, the two huge hills that make up the mountain have their own independent components. It may have been caused by a fierce volcanic eruption that rises from the earth and form this majestic mountain on the plain.

The mountaineering road is located at the junction of the two mountains. This natural mountaineering road has rich vegetation and a gentle slope. After a few big turns, you can reach the top of the mountain and face the pass you are about to reach.

As the mountains fluctuated, the temperature around them gradually decreased. The cold and physical loss made the team gradually exhausted, and the breathing intensified, further increasing the difficulty of attacking back.

The nearly 1,000 team of the Thirteen Holy Alliance tribes moved slowly at a distance of one bend behind us, and gradually approached the place where the sand had fallen several times.

After turning a mountain, the slightly narrow mountain path suddenly opened up, revealing a gourd-shaped valley with a solid city wall built from rocks.

Gray's eyes lit up, as if he was afraid that the other party would not notice it, he jumped out and shouted: "Demacia!"

With this agreed attack order, the four hundred troops neither repaired their breath nor formed formations. They rushed up with Gray's charge and approached the pass.

The troops guarding the passes of the Brown Pond seemed to have panic during the battle, and only sporadic rain of arrows was emitted. We were approaching the foot of the city wall if we were not careful.

At the beginning, the attack seemed unexpectedly simple.

But the next moment, the opponent's real killer moves appeared one after another.

First, rolling wood was thrown off the city wall, knocking down a group of warriors with ants attached to it, and then huge stones were also thrown down. With the unique angle of the terrain, relying on inertia, it rolled faster and faster, rushed straight into the crowd, creating waves of blood and screams.

I mixed among the soldiers and realized the feeling of being unable to control myself on the battlefield of cold weapons. Moving forward alone is death, and retreating without authorization is also death. Only by forming a group to advance and retreat together can we gain a glimmer of hope.

Gray was brave and powerful among the crowd. He rushed forward with his eyes glowing like a god of war. He flew over and punched the huge rocks falling on the city wall. He turned his head and kicked the giant wood rolling towards him. Then he roared to the sky among the gravel wood powder, firmly protecting the tribal refugees behind him.

This performance was so eye-catching that these trembling tribal refugees subconsciously attached to the strong and followed the brave men of the Shanshu clan to charge.

But in the chaos, in a secret angle that no one discovered, a sharp blade quietly unsheathed and pierced Gray's back.

With a muffled groan, blood instantly rolled to the ground, causing a burst of riots, and then a burst of crowded and shoved suddenly appeared in the chaotic battlefield.

As the crowd dispersed, only a knife was left in the bleeding wound.

In the crowd, Moribo, who was like a little giant, reached out to block Gray's back, took on this fatal back sting, blocked the plot from behind with his flesh and blood, and then roared at the chaotic crowd with blood red eyes.

"Who is it! Get out!"

The sound instantly spread throughout the battlefield. The huge roar scared the attack of the Brown Pond tribe on the pass, and unconsciously slowed down for a moment!

This premeditated assassination was obviously carefully prepared, with pre-covering, implementing it in advance, creating chaos, and destroying evidence in one row without any flaws. Even if Senbo was furious, he could not help four hundred comrades of unknown origin.

But if the inner demon is not revealed, this battle will not continue. No one will be assured of the unknown existence of enemies and friends around him.

...Theoretically, this is true, but I actually stabbed this knife, hey∠(?”∠)＿.

I didn't stab the knife just now, but fortunately, Senbo is not affected by thick skin and flesh. I threw a wild herb into Senbo's arms and gestured to Grey - the plan begins!

"Retreat! There is a traitor!"

Gray suddenly roared to the sky, and the warriors including Senbo immediately turned around and rushed into the crowd behind him. His righteous attitude made everyone think that they had heard it wrong, and the chief just attacked in another direction!

The team that had just been attacked by our own people has not yet completely disintegrated, but my words instantly destroyed the harmony of the scene.

"Traitor, die!"

My sleeve sword pierced the throat of a tribal warrior without pity. At the last moment when his life gradually disappeared, his eyes were full of confusion - why did you kill me? How did you know I was an insider?

The people next to him were shocked and shouted quickly: "What are you doing! Bastard!"

But I glanced at him and stabbed his lungs with a casual sword, allowing him to fall to the ground and breathe hard. In another minute, blood flowed back into his lungs, and only death was waiting for him.

"You are also an insider. Don't ask me how I know - you can't see the character attribute panel anyway."

That's right, when they thought they were well hidden, I had long recognized the spies who had been infiltrated by the Scorpion Yakan tribe through the character attribute panel of the colonizer system.

I don't know if they are like assassination, but the script I arranged for them is assassination and would not accept rebuttals.

Then Gray and the others created chaos in front, and I dealt with the inner demon behind my back, and absolutely cooperated without interruption.

The wave of defeat became more and more obvious, and insiders kept screaming and dying, and I deliberately dressed up like a refugee. This made the refugees of the tribe unable to figure out whether the insider was dying or the insider was killing people.

They only knew that they had to run and keep following the White Falcon Chief of the Shanshu clan to survive.

As the last inner demon in sight was killed, the fleeing team gradually approached the troops behind the palace, I smiled slightly at the panic I created.

I killed all the insider, and Senbo's bitter flesh plan was used. I was moved to cover my chest and pretended to be dead bodies, watching Gray's back getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!