"Chi Xi!"
All of a sudden, an incomparably mournful shout that seemed to tear one's throat resounded through the entire area, suppressing all the sounds of weapons clashing. For a moment, everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look.
Behind the crowd, the old chief of the Black Fire Tribe, Huo Hu, had his chest pierced by a sharp blade. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and in the blink of an eye, half of his body was already dyed red. White Eagle, who was standing behind him, hugged his body. His face was full of anger, and he pointed a blood-stained finger at Chi Xi, who was standing on the other side of Huo Hu, who seemed to be at a loss, and roared, "Why did you assassinate the chief?"
Chi Xi's face was full of shock, and he subconsciously shook his head, saying, "No, no, I didn't …"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and the elders standing around him also sucked in a breath of cold air. Because at this moment, they saw a shadow walking out from the depths of the darkness behind Huo Hu and White Eagle, who were already on the verge of death.
That tall and burly figure slowly walked over.
Someone lit a torch, illuminating his face. It was Huo Yan.
There were still wounds on his face and bloodstains all over his body. He was a mess, but he carried a dignified murderous aura, like a tide surging out from his figure.
And behind Huo Yan, more black shadows slowly walked out. They were all expressionless barbarian warriors, and walking at the very front were Tie Xiong, Hei Niu, and the others. They were far more mature and powerful than the youths fighting in front of them, and even their gazes seemed colder.
Silently, the group of people who had walked out from the darkness had already surrounded everyone here.
It was unknown when it started, but suddenly, everything quieted down. There was no longer anyone fighting, and no one shouting. Everyone looked around blankly, and then there was the sound of heavy and nervous breathing.
"Chi Xi, the chief has always treated you like a brother for so many years. How could you collude with others and kill him so cruelly?" White Eagle was full of grief and indignation, roaring at Chi Xi. At the same time, his tiger eyes were filled with tears, and his emotions were extremely agitated.
Chi Xi's face flushed red, and he roared, "It wasn't me, don't slander me!" As he spoke, he looked around and roared, "You all saw it just now, right? I've been standing here the whole time and didn't do anything. Quickly testify for me!"
The few tribal elders by the side were also in a state of shock, especially when they saw Huo Yan leading a large group of warriors to surround them. They faintly sensed something, and quite a few of them turned as pale as paper. Their bodies were also faintly trembling, and for a moment, no one went to answer Chi Xi's question.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded out from beside the White Eagle. It was the Fire Eagle who had been standing beside the Fire Tiger and seemed to be in a daze. The Fire Eagle suddenly said, "No, he didn't kill him. I saw it, it was you …"
He raised his hand, and there was a flame of anger in his eyes. His young face seemed to be slightly distorted from the heat. Just as his finger was about to point at someone, his voice was suddenly cut off. His hand also seemed to have frozen in mid-air as if it had turned into stone.
A dark and tall shadow appeared behind him, silent and austere, as if it had covered up all the warmth of the past.
A thick and coarse palm landed on the back of the Fire Hawk's neck. It was like a lion on the wasteland, using its sharp teeth to bite its child's neck.
It was a familiar hand in his memory. He had touched it many times over the years. When he was still a young child, these hands had once hugged him. Perhaps that warmth had long since faded, but at this moment, it seemed to surge into his heart again.
However, at this moment, that hand no longer had the warmth it once had. It was as cold as a knife, and all the words in the Fire Eagle's mouth were frozen back into his throat.
The Fire Eagle raised his head in confusion, and what he saw was the familiar face of his father, Huo Yan — that fierce, cold, and scarred face with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
Huo Yan quietly looked at his son. Not long ago, he had seen with his own eyes the two closest relatives in this world, in this tribe, work together to harm him.
He did not do anything to the Fire Eagle, and only looked at him. After a while, he said softly, "You think you can be the chief with this appearance?"
The Fire Eagle's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his face turned pale without a trace of blood. At the same time, in a place further away, with so many warriors gathered here, the huge commotion could no longer be suppressed.
Lights lit up in the Black Fire Tribe, and an unknown number of people were gathering here. The commotion came wave after wave. However, at the very center of the crowd, Huo Yan was still holding his son's neck, and it seemed that they were very close.
He indifferently said to the Fire Eagle, "Say it again loudly. Who killed Grandpa?"
The Fire Eagle's body trembled, and he looked around. He found that Chi Xi and the other elders, as well as the young warriors of the tribe, were surrounded by the most powerful warriors of the Black Fire Tribe. The murderous intent was so thick that it seemed like it was about to explode.
The hand behind his neck seemed to tighten a little.
The Fire Eagle's entire body trembled, and he suddenly let out a loud cry, as if he could no longer endure this terrifying pressure. He gasped for breath and cried, pointing at Chi Xi and the others, and shouted, "It's them, it's them, I saw it with my own eyes, it's them who killed Grandpa!"
Everyone in the Black Fire Tribe was in an uproar. White Condor, who was originally a little nervous, let out a long sigh of relief. He silently took a few steps back and stood behind Huo Yan's burly body. He looked as if he wanted to hide himself in the darkness.
Huo Yan expressionlessly looked at the group of people who were surrounded in the middle. At this moment, they had already become completely terrified and did not know what to do. Then, with the last shred of cold indifference, he waved his hand and slashed towards them.
As the hand fell, a strange and distant voice suddenly rang out in the dark sky above the crowd. It sounded as if an ancient god was reciting an incantation from the vault of heaven. The power of darkness descended from the sky and turned into streaks of black light that sank into the bodies of the strongest and strongest Barbarian Warriors in the crowd.
"Roar!"
Waves of roars came from the mouths of many Brute Race warriors. They stepped forward, their clothes torn, and the muscles of their bodies twisted and bulged. It was as if there was an unimaginable and terrifying power flowing and exploding in their bodies, turning them from ordinary Brute Race warriors into violent killing machines.
Demonization!
The people looked up and saw that in the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be a black figure hidden in a place where the naked eye could not see, coldly watching the battle that had just taken place.
The darkness was like a tide, crazily surging forward. Screams, shouts, and tragic howls instantly mixed together. In the darkness, blood suddenly splashed, like a rare blood-red acacia flower in the wilderness.
…
There was not much suspense in the outcome of this battle. In fact, this could not even be considered a battle. In front of the powerful Brute Race warriors who had entered demonization, the young men who had obeyed the tribal elders had almost no ability to resist. What welcomed them was a massacre that cut off their lives.
Yes, it was a complete massacre. Apart from White Eagle, the other five tribal elders and all the young men who had participated in this matter, who were actually the family members of the five elders, were all killed on the spot.
That night, blood splattered all over the Black Fire Tribe's camp. Some special people who were watching from afar were frightened, and at the same time, they were reminded of the night that their tribe was destroyed not long ago.
It was actually so similar.
After a thousand years of dormancy, the Black Fire Tribe had suddenly become incomprehensible to everyone. Not only were they cruel and merciless to their enemies, but they were also incomparably bloodthirsty to their own people.
That night, the Black Fire Tribe underwent a shocking change. The Red Rhino Tribe and the other five elders of the tribe led a rebellion, plotting to seize the position of the tribe leader, and plotting to kill the tribe leader, Huo Hu. The tribal warrior leader, Huo Yan, was not afraid in the face of danger. He led the warriors loyal to the tribe to resist bravely, and turned the tide. Finally, the crisis was reversed, and all the traitors were killed.
Then, under the agitation of the crowd, many Black Fire Tribe warriors captured the remaining members of the Fifth Elder's family and slaughtered them all. At dawn, Huo Yan stopped the crowd and cried in front of his father's corpse. Then, surrounded by the crowd, he officially ascended to the position of tribe leader.
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