"Oh? Haha!
Haha! Haha! "
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Ji Ying and Ji Lang fell on the ground. One was struggling, while the other's face was covered in blood. The Barbarians, who had just been frightened by Ji Hao and had almost collapsed because of the death of their leader, cheered happily.
These Barbarians were not smart, and their behavior was more like that of beasts. Once their leader was defeated, they would run away; once their leader gained the upper hand, they would turn into the most ferocious beasts, tearing all enemies in front of them into pieces!
The terrifying enemy who had killed their leader was knocked down by their leader's guest. These barbarians, who were on the verge of fleeing in panic, suddenly gained courage out of nowhere. They yelled loudly, grabbed their weapons and turned around, staring at Ji Hao and the Cold Stream Valley behind Ji Hao.
"People, so many people! Meat, delicious meat! "
"Old ones, chewy! Small ones, tender! "
"And women! Oi, women! Haha, women, mine! "
The Barbarians were trying to approach Ji Hao with saliva dripping down from the corners of their mouths. Their steps were getting bigger and bigger, and their courage was getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, someone let out a great roar, and thousands of Barbarians rushed towards Ji Hao and the Cold Stream Valley.
"Hao, come back!" On the fence wall of the Cold Stream Valley, a warrior of the Qing Yi Clan yelled out.
Tens of Qing Yi Clan warriors, who were guarding the Cold Stream Valley, pulled their longbows open, and shot out arrows like a heavy rain. Their archery skills were amazing, and every arrow made a shrill swishing sound, as if they were giant serpents slithering in the air.
The arrows pierced through one, two, three, even more Barbarians' throats. Every arrow pierced through at least three vital parts of a Barbarian's body, and at most fifteen Barbarians' throats, before finally losing all strength and sticking on the ground.
The rain of arrows was like a gust of wind, bringing up a large amount of blood.
Over a hundred arrows were shot out within the span of two breaths. Hundreds of Barbarians, who were in the front, fell on the ground, howling in pain, holding their throats with their hands, and soon stopped moving.
The little bit of courage that the Barbarians had just mustered up suddenly disappeared without a trace. They dropped the weapons in their hands at the same time, and started running backwards while howling. They used all of their strength to run away from the Cold Stream Valley.
The two heavily armored Jia Clan warriors frowned and shook their heads simultaneously.
"These barbarians are worse than livestock, they don't even have the qualifications to be slaves! We have to do it ourselves! " The Jia Clan warrior with the hammer and flail sneered and said, "The two of us are more than enough to capture everyone in this valley!"
The Jia Clan warrior, who was holding a heavy shield and a sword, snorted coldly as well and said, "These barbarians are still useful. Thanks to them, we were able to send so many slaves out. So, we can't let them suffer too many casualties! "
The Jia Clan warrior hung the heavy shield on his belt, held the sword with one hand, crooked his middle finger towards Ji Hao with the other hand, and tauntingly said, "Little kid, you're such a young Maguspriest, you're quite something! Come, let me see how capable you are! "
Ji Hao took a deep breath, and his black pupils suddenly turned golden-red. Around his pupils, the nine spell symbols of [Mantra Spell] were faintly visible. The natural power in the surrounding area quickly drilled into Ji Hao's body, and the light within a zhang radius around Ji Hao's body became much dimmer.
The two Jia Clan warriors curiously looked at Ji Hao's movements, but they didn't intend to attack first. Obviously, they didn't take Ji Hao seriously at all. They were purely 'curious', and wanted to see what else Ji Hao could 'show' them.
"Hao, retreat! You can't deal with them! " Ji Ying, who was hit hard on the back of his head by the flail, leaped up from the ground, and swung the long spear in his hand towards the neck of the Jia Clan warrior who was holding the flail, leaving a huge arc of fiery light in the air.
How strong was the life force of a Senior Magus? If an ordinary human being had been hit by that flail, his head would have exploded. However, Ji Ying only felt a little dizzy, and after struggling for a while, he recovered and launched another attack with all of his power.
At the same time, Ji Lang, whose forehead was badly mutilated and face was covered in blood, leaped high into the air. He pulled out a black dagger and swung it towards the face of the Jia Clan warrior who was holding the sword, leaving an arc-shaped stream of fiery light in the air.
Ji Lang also shouted out hoarsely, "Hao, retreat! All our clansmen are not allowed to fight! Retreat, retreat, retreat! "
Ji Hao calmly looked at Ji Ying and Ji Lang, and remained motionless.
Mr Crow quietly stood on Ji Hao's shoulder, with all of its feathers standing straight up. His eyes passed the two Jia Clan warriors, and were still fixed on the dense jungle where the enemies had come from.
Ji Ying and Ji Lang tried to fight back simultaneously, but the two Jia Clan warriors reached out their hands almost simultaneously, grabbed their necks, and threw them hard onto the ground. The ground shook intensely, and Ji Ying and Ji Lang's bodies sunk deep into the hard ground.
"Kill!" Ji Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, and quickly leaped up from the pit. His body was surrounded by raging flames, and he lunged his spear towards the enemies at full speed.
"We are Senior Magi of the Fire Crow Clan!" Ji Lang also spat out blood, and leaped up from the pit. When he was smashed into the ground, the dagger in his hand flew away, and he clenched his fists and threw hundreds of punches towards the enemies with all of his power.
"The difference in power is too big, too big!" Ji Hao gnashed his teeth and growled in a low voice, "Do you have to be so stubborn? Do you have to risk your life to fight against these guys? "
The two Jia Clan's warriors took a step forward simultaneously. Their movements were so natural and magical that it was hard to describe. With only one step, they easily dodged the crazy attacks launched by Ji Ying and Ji Lang, then bent their arms, slightly leaned their bodies forward and hit Ji Ying and Ji Lang's lower abdomen with their right elbows like iron hammers.
Along with a swishing sound, Ji Ying and Ji Lang vomited blood, and were sent flying backwards like cannonballs.
Their bodies tore through the air, and the surging airwaves cut a deep ditch several feet deep and five to six feet wide on the ground. They landed heavily on the ground beside Ji Hao, and blood gushed out of their mouths like fountains.
This time, they were seriously injured, and even though Senior Magi had strong life-force, they couldn't stand up anymore.
The Jia Clan warrior holding the sword sneered, crooked his finger towards Ji Hao and said, "Little kid, come on, let me see your power!"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ji Hao raised his middle finger towards Ji Lang and Ji Ying with one hand and Ji Ying with the other. He didn't care if Ji Lang could understand the profound meaning of this gesture. Ji Hao grabbed Ji Ying and Ji Lang with one hand and released all of his power. Ji Hao, Ji Ying and Ji Lang turned into countless fiery sparks and darted out. In the next moment, they appeared at the entrance of the Cold Stream Valley.
"Retreat!" Ji Hao dragged Ji Ying and Ji Lang towards the end of the Cold Stream Valley. While running, he shouted, "Uncles, retreat! The enemies are too strong, we can't defeat them! Wait for Abba and the others to come back first! Retreat! Don't worry about these slaves! "
Tens of Qing Yi Clan warriors quickly moved towards Ji Hao, and the Fire Crow Clan warriors who were guarding the Cold Stream Valley also followed Ji Hao and ran towards the end of the valley.
However, two silhouettes rushed into the valley like a hurricane, and violently rushed into the crowd of Qing Yi Clan and Fire Crow Clan warriors. Along with muffled sounds of bodies bumping against each other, tens of Fire Crow Clan warriors and tens of Qing Yi Clan warriors were sent flying hundreds of feet away while vomiting blood.
Ji Hao abruptly stopped moving. The two Jia Clan's warriors had been standing in front of him, hundreds of zhang away, with sneers on their faces.
The enemies moved way too fast that Ji Hao didn't even see clearly how these two enemies broke into the room.
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