The Desolate Man was nearly three meters tall. His upper body was bare, and his chest was covered with thick black hair. His head was as big as a bucket, and his nostrils were pointed upwards. His bronze-colored skin looked as hard as steel. His slightly grayish hair was tied into a bunch of octopus-like braids, making him look extremely ugly.
His wrists were tied with coarse leather that looked like wrist guards, and his lower body was covered with an animal skin skirt. He didn't wear shoes, and the thick soles of his feet sank into the ground when he stepped on it.
His upturned nostrils were panting, like a beast that had been starving for many days when it saw its prey.
Except for the bloodthirsty Aguba, the rest of the Desolate Men rarely ate humans. But they were passionate about killing. They were like hungry wolves with empty stomachs if they didn't kill for a day.
Seeing so many people, he was extremely excited. His eyes slowly widened, and he laughed with his bloody mouth wide open. He was ugly when he didn't laugh, but when he did, he was ugly and ferocious, like a butcher facing an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
Yan Li noticed that there was a tattoo in the shape of a mountain on this man's arm. It was the same shape as the Desolate Men under his command. It should be the mark of a tribe that was carved on his arm when he was born.
There was more than one Desolate Man. Four more walked out from behind him, and four big holes appeared on the walls of the barracks.
"Enemy attack!" The soldier gave a second warning. It was short and hurried, indicating that he had finally entered a state of alertness.
If it was a well-trained army that was ready for battle, there would be no need for this process.
"Why are you hurting yourself?" Ji Zhiyuan acted as if he didn't see the five Desolate Men swaggering around. He just frowned and whispered to Yan Li, "Don't tell me you have nothing left to live for? Are you going to die?"
She also had times when she became mean.
"I don't want to live any longer," Yan Li said.
"Looks like you're sick, and very sick." Ji Zhiyuan sighed.
"I didn't even know that military function can be exchanged for learning points. Think about it, with my strength, how many learning points will I lose?" Yan Li said bitterly. "Do you still think I'm abnormal? Then you're the abnormal one. "
"Now, there are five points in front of you." Ji Zhiyuan looked at Yan Li's swollen hand thoughtfully and suddenly let go of Yan Li's hand. "But you won't do it."
She said that she wouldn't, not that she couldn't. Obviously, she had seen through Yan Li's little trick.
"Why wouldn't I?" Yan Li asked curiously.
"Because you want to use death to awaken their bravery so that you can bring them to hunt the Desolate Men in exchange for learning points." When Ji Zhiyuan spoke, his expression was very cold, as if these soldiers were not surnamed Ji. Even if they all died, he wouldn't feel bad.
Yan Li laughed. "Have you thought it through now?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Yes."
Yan Li said, "Then do you still think I'm hurting myself?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "No. You're scheming against them to get them to work for you. But don't forget one thing. "
"Oh?" Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "They are my soldiers."
"They are indeed." Yan Li admitted.
"Guarding the West Mountain Barracks is their responsibility." Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "You're wrong."
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Wrong?"
Yan Li smiled meaningfully. "Leaving the West Mountain Barracks is the right thing to do."
Ji Zhiyuan didn't speak because the five Desolate Men had already rushed over.
Yan Li held Ji Zhiyuan in his arms. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped to the top of a flag. Ji Zhiyuan didn't resist because she also wanted to observe the situation around the barracks. They didn't find any more Desolate Men.
This was a very strange phenomenon. When Yan Li came, he had already read the information Cui 'er gave him. The nearest Desolate Man tribe to the West Mountain Barracks was nearly a thousand miles away. If they were here to hunt, they wouldn't have come so far.
"Wang Chuan, listen to my order!" Yan Li shouted, "Take your men and take them down!"
Wang Chuan saw him holding a woman and 'hanging high up'. He was furious. But as a soldier, obeying orders was his instinct. He didn't even dare to disobey this sacred instinct. He immediately shouted, "Everyone, attack! Whoever dares to run away will be killed!"
"Yes!"
Under Wang Chuan's order, more than three hundred people rushed towards the five Desolate Men. It looked grand and magnificent.
But the troops were sparse. There were signs of disintegration even before the battle started. This was the result of years of no training. No regular army would have such a scene.
Wang Chuan came from the elite troops. Seeing this scene, he finally understood why Yan Li wanted to kill and 'hurt himself'. At this moment, he felt extremely ashamed of his self-abandonment. He made up his mind to defeat these Desolate Men and immediately began to train.
Finally, the first Desolate Man bumped into them.
It was the first one to rush into the barracks. Among the five Desolate Men, he was relatively short. But standing in front of the soldiers of the West Mountain Barracks, he was as shocking as a small giant.
"Ao …" He let out beast-like roars and unknown syllables. It was a language unique to the Desolate Man tribe. It sounded like a monkey squeaking.
His hands were like the roots of an old tree as he grabbed a soldier's head. Amidst the strange screams of "Ahhh!", he squeezed the head into minced meat. It was really especially minced meat, just like a tomato that he had casually squeezed until it burst.
Zhao Qiping was in the middle of the crowd. Seeing this scene, he almost immediately bent over and vomited.
Not only him, but hundreds of unlucky recruits also vomited.
The Desolate Man only treated it as a tomato and did not feel anything. It was not even enough to make him completely excited. So he rushed into the crowd and grabbed one from the left and one from the right. The tomatoes exploded one by one, gradually making him excited. His eyes burned with a bloodthirsty murderous intent.
The four Desolate Men behind did not chase after him. They only smiled at this scene, as if they were enjoying the appetizer before a big meal.
An old soldier suddenly leaped up high and stabbed the Desolate Man's heart with his shining iron spear.
The Desolate Man laughed strangely and actually puffed out his chest to meet the iron spear. Then there was a muffled sound. The iron spear seemed to have stabbed a stone.
"It's a Desolate Man Warrior!" The old soldier was experienced and knowledgeable, but he was scared pale.
Desolate Men and Desolate Man Warriors were completely different. The former were ordinary people in the Desolate Man tribe, while the latter were like the cultivators in the tribe.
The Desolate Men did not cultivate Primordial Qi, but a violent power hidden in their muscles. It was called 'courage'. From shallow to deep, there were three realms: Peacock King Soul, King Kong King Soul, and Dragon Elephant King Soul.
The bloodthirsty Aguba was the strongest among the Dragon Elephant King Soul, which was equivalent to the peak of the Cultivation Realm.
As long as one was called a Desolate Man Warrior, he must have the Peacock King Soul. It was only normal for him to be invulnerable.
Even the new soldiers had heard of the Desolate Man Warrior, even if they had never seen one before.
Even some of the old soldiers were immediately dominated by fear. The originally messy formation collapsed in an instant.
Ji Zhiyuan said calmly, "You are also wrong about one thing."
Yan Li said, "Oh?"
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