Seeing the tragic death of a mother's younger brother with his own eyes, Chi Luo Huyan roared like a lion who was dazed by anger.

"The blood debt is paid for blood, I will tear you apart. The warriors of the Chiluo tribe will join me to kill this thief."

Chi Luo Huyan took the lead and held the horseback scimitar in his hand tightly. The gloomy cold light of the scimitar flashed, and drops of blood slowly flowed from the blade, which was particularly strange and eye-catching. The blood was the blood of the Wuhuan warriors. In this battle, this scimitar drank countless blood, and hundreds of warriors from Murong and Bo Xi died under this knife.

On both sides of Chi Luo Huyan, dozens of little coaches followed closely, with charming blood intertwined. Each of these little coaches was very strong, and the red blood on the scimitar composed their brilliant results.

Seeing dozens of handsome men hugging each other a bald man who seemed to be the leader, speeding towards him, Yan Rong felt a little excited, licked his dry lips, and a cold fighting spirit was filled with hair inside his body.

"The thief looks at the knife."

The two players, who were eager to take credit, took the lead in launching an attack. The horse-backed scimitar was swung out strangely, and the sword was fierce and swift. A cold light flashed and came to Yan Rong.

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities."

Yan Rong smiled excitedly and used the black python spear in his hand as an iron rod. He smashed it down in the air. Two scimitars were like chopping on the iron arm. With a "clang", the casting force was much more fierce than the coming momentum. The two little coaches could not hold on to the sword, and the scimitar flew out of their hands.

"Puchi!Puchi!"

Two unlucky warriors of the Chiluo tribe were penetrated by a scimitar into their chests. The tip of the knife with bright red blood came out from their backs. They were staring open with their eyes wide open, extremely tragic.

"Die!"

The black python spear's gun shadow flew past, Yan Rong shouted fiercely, and the two little coaches covered their necks and bullied them and fell down.

As soon as the two little coaches died, Yan Rong's power became even stronger. The little coaches who originally wanted to attack were trembling in their hearts, and their rapid rushing pace became much slower, and their expressions became hesitant and fearful.

Yan Rong ignored the cowardly little coaches, and then rushed into the Pegasus. After provoking several little coaches with guns, the spear turned into a black shadow, as powerful as a tiger and beast, and headed straight for Chi Luo Huyan.

"Haha! You dare to die!"

Chi Luo Huyan's mouth was still tough, but his voice was much weaker and he lacked confidence. He saw Yan Rong's courage before. He could see all the strength of the scimitar in the hands of the two Xiaoshuai with the shot, which was not comparable to him!

Looking at the whistling spear, Chi Luo Huyan's pupils contracted, and he dragged his knife with both hands, and then he tried his best to send it out.

"Dang!"

At the intersection of the two blades, sparks flew everywhere. The spear passed by Chi Luo Huyan's shoulders, and the leather armor flew away, leaving a line of blood marks on its strong shoulders. Chi Luo Huyan, the number one warrior of the Chi Luo tribe, was also quite capable. Just as the two of them passed by the horse and the spear passed by, they quickly took back the horse's back and slashed at Yan Rong's back.

"snort!"

Yan Rong snorted coldly, and the black python spear in his hand turned around, crossing his back, easily taking over Chi Luo Huyan's sword force.

The two horses crossed, Chi Luo Huyan was already sweating profusely, and his expression became nervous. His extraordinary force had always been the capital he was proud of. Today, he was so embarrassed that he could barely survive even a round in Yan Rong's hands.

Chi Luo Huyan felt timid in his heart, and the idea of ​​escaping flashed through his mind. Just as he was thinking about how to escape without losing his dignity, a chill suddenly came from behind, and the skin stimulated by the strong wind ached faintly. It was too late to dodge. His instinctive body shifted a little to the side, but he could not avoid the cold blade that was already close to him.

"Puchi!"

The black black light penetrated into the body, and passed through the back of the heart. The sharp spear tip, like a snake, broke out from the chest. The severe pain made Chi Luo Huyan's body tremble suddenly, all his strength began to flow, his breath began to stop, and his huge head slowly hanged in front of his chest.

"Ah? Chi Luo Huyan is dead, our leader is dead."

"No! We are surrounded, and the enemy has surrounded us."

"I don't want to die! I'm not from the Chiluo tribe! We are from the Keshe tribe, the brothers of the Keshe tribe. The time for revenge is here. After killing these hateful Chiluo tribe, we defect to the Murong tribe."

As soon as Chi Luo Huyan died, the morale of the Chi Luo tribe was suddenly in chaos, and bursts of riots began to appear. Looking at the countless reinforcements from Murong tribes who were surrounded by them, some of the warriors of the Chi Luo tribe had begun to flee everywhere.

It turned out that most of the people in the Chiluo tribe's camp were warriors from some small tribes that were annexed. Among the 10,000 Wuhuan warriors, the Chiluo tribe's only had two thousand people, and the others were slaves captured from other tribes and used as cannon fodder.

After the riot, there was a large-scale rebellion. Countless small tribe slaves resisted, holding horse-backed scimitars and slashing at their companions who had just fought together. Those companions were members of the Chiluo tribe, and some people who were dependent on the Chiluo tribe. They were all members of the Chiluo tribe. They were slaves who were driven away by them to kill the enemy. They turned the blade and cut off their heads mercilessly. Until the moment they died, they still couldn't figure out why the good situation would collapse in an instant, and why there were so many more warriors in the Murong tribe.

The two thousand people of the Chiluo tribe were not stirred up a wave in the hands of nearly 20,000 swords sharpened. There was no suspense. Under the knife, there was only a small part of them. Dozens of people broke through the siege and successfully fled in panic and survived the sword. When they escaped, they realized how humiliating the defeat was. In fact, the ten thousand reinforcements were just bluffs, and the real combat effectiveness was just the 10,000 troops who followed Yan Rong to kill the siege. The other people were all old, weak and disabled soldiers, and even some eleven or eleven years old, women and children were caught in it, filling in the gaps.

In this battle, the name of the "Golden Armored War God" Yan Rong resounded among the Wuhuan tribes in Dai County of Youzhou.

Yan Rong helped Murong and Bo Xi defeated the Chiluo tribe and surrendered 5,000 warriors from all over the Wuhuan tribe. The total number of soldiers and horses had exceeded 10,000. Wuhuan is a nation that advocates the strong. Yan Rong's reputation is high, and some small tribes oppressed by the Chiluo tribe all surrendered. In just ten days, the number of soldiers and horses increased sharply to 20,000.

The Murong tribe grew and rose, but the Chiluo tribe stopped. There was no news on the birds in the middle of the ten days, as if they were scared out of their courage, and there was no movement anymore. However, Yan Rong knew that it was not that the Chiluo tribe feared the current Murong tribe, but was brewing a huge conspiracy. He was waiting for the opportunity. As soon as the time was ripe, it would give the Murong tribe a fatal blow, and even the small tribes that had been favored by name had to be uprooted. The big leader of the Chiluo tribe, Chiluo Ting, had great ambitions. His goal was not to dominate Youzhou Dai County, but to annex all the tribes of Youzhou Dai County, including some medium-sized tribes that were still stopping and looking around.

Sure enough, as Yan Rong expected, just as the Murong tribe was stationed in Sanggan River and Dai County, and Hu refused the Chiluo tribe in Pingshu County, the Kuba tribe active in the Macheng area suddenly headed south, and eight thousand warriors came in full force. At the same time, several medium-sized tribes that stopped and looked at each other began to move and came to the Murong tribe. Obviously, they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the Chiluo tribe.

At this time, the situation in the Murong tribe was critical. The Chiluo tribe still had 30,000 troops, and the real Chiluo tribe had only 10,000 people. The others were some small tribes that had annexed, like slaves. Although the overall strength of the Chiluo tribe was worse than before, it was still firmly better than that of the Murong tribe. The Kuba tribe in Macheng had about 8,000 people, and the total number of people in the other medium-sized tribes was nearly 20,000.

Yan Rong was puzzled. Why did these tribes that had been stopping and looking at suddenly approach the Sanggan River? Are they going to jointly destroy the Murong tribe with the Chiluo tribe? Don’t they know that if the Murong tribe is destroyed, they will suffer afterwards? With Chiluo Ting’s ambition, they will definitely destroy them and unify the entire Wuhuan tribe of Dai County.

While Yan Rong was pondering, the curtain of the big tent was lifted up, and a man with a burly and strong figure and tall figure like an iron tower walked in.

"Sir Qi Bing, the Kuba tribe has set up camp on the north side of the Sanggan River. The troops of several other medium-sized tribal coalition forces are also stationed on the west side of our tribe group, and only small groups of people and horses are sent to harass our tribe residents and plunder treasures and population."

The voice of the man in the Iron Tower was deafening like a bell. His honest and vulgar face was covered with beards and his brutal and raised arms were full of explosive explosive power. The man in the Iron Tower was called Lei Biao. He was a Han man. When he was six years old, he was captured by the Chiluo tribe as a slave. Lei Biao was born with a divine power, and his arms could control a thousand pounds. In terms of strength alone, his strength was not weaker than that of Yan Rong, and his force was even above Chiluo Huyan. When Yan Rong defeated the Chiluo tribe, Lei Biao rebelled with other slaves, and with his extraordinary force, he was promoted to the personal guard by Yan Rong and accompanied him day and night.

"Oh? They camped and plundered the population? I know what their purpose is, these short-sighted guys."

Yan Rong looked full of resentment. The Murong tribe now has more than 15,000 people, with a population of nearly 150,000. With such a huge population base, it is inevitable that those tribes will be ready to move. No matter which tribe has plundered so much population, it will become a large tribe with tens of thousands of warriors after more than ten years of development.

Of course, this is just a rough estimate, and there are still many unpredictable things happening during this period. For example, the Chiluo tribe will never allow other tribes within the Dai County to grow stronger and threaten the overlord status of the Chiluo tribe.

(New book uploaded, I hope everyone will support it! Collection, red ticket.)
Chapter completed!