Chapter 2400

No, we haven't really caught all of them. At least there's nothing wrong with the people who have not returned from their work outside. But recently, the tribe is in a period of war, and there aren't even people who go hunting.

All those outside are people who deliver goods, deliver messages, or stand guard.

There are probably five or six hundred people left. Of course, five or six hundred people are not extinct, and they can't be caught all at once.

However, compared with the tribe of more than 10000 people and the five or six thousand Samurai before, I don't know how many strong people will be born in it in the future. Now there are five or six hundred hopeless rubbish left.

The result is to make them vomit blood, but is that the end?

No, the hunters who didn't win were forced in by them. They moved the living to one side and isolated them. From the brave general, the brave, the brave

They carry these big people who are like dead snakes, and their mood is very complicated. These big people usually treat them as garbage, beat and scold them at will, and have no status to speak of.

However, at the moment, they are transported by themselves like garbage. Even those who have personal feuds take the opportunity to kick on their feet, or deliberately drop them down and give them a heavy lift.

Although the skin is thick and the flesh is thick, these warriors can't be hurt, but the heart is still that cool. The superior warrior is now in his own hands, and has no resistance.

Let yourself rub round and flat, so that for a moment, some of these surviving hunters have some dark thoughts. It's good if these guys are all dead.

In the future, the tribe will not be dominated by its own people. As long as the ancestors of HAZ are there, no one dares to bully them. What we hunt can be enjoyed by ourselves. It will be great.

Their hearts are dark and cool, but orevi and their God are constantly experimenting, trying to save the patient, but the effect is too bad.

Apart from haze's ability to directly kill bacteria in his body with his own supernatural power, even Olivier can't do it. Although he has enough control over power, he has no willpower.

Even with the same principle, the vibration energy can't distinguish between the enemy and ourselves. Those who are treated will be killed by him in the first time, without exception.

The same is true for Nelly and his wife. Divine power is a kind of magical power. It was only at this moment that they clearly recognized the difference of power levels.

At this moment, a savage suddenly threw the sick warrior to the ground, and the other side groaned. His eyes were staring at him with a strong sense of killing.

The savage made a flurry of apology and immediately raised it up again, but after three steps, he got rid of it again.

The savage, who was his partner, blurted out and scolded. Before he finished, the hunter looked completely flustered and said, "I, I seem to be sick too!"

As soon as the words came out, all the hunters who were carrying people around were quiet. It was like a signal, and immediately someone felt his body in surprise.

It seems that there is something wrong with them. They look at each other for the first time, and then they see fear, confirmation and affirmation in each other's eyes.

Someone yelled and rushed straight to haze, "ancestor, help me!"

His voice was shrill, with endless fear and uneasiness. The next moment, his body was really sucked up and flew straight to haze.

Other people see this, are shouting in unison, a throw away the hands of the patient, desperately even toward their God, for help.

However, haze took a glance and found that the other party's body had those deadly gadgets, which were not there before.

Do you?

No, he reacted instantly and yelled at Olivier: "be careful, these things are contagious. Get out of here now."

With that, the hunter in his hand flew out like garbage, fell more than ten meters away and rolled several times. Four figures rose up in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he could only see a small black spot.

The abandoned savage Hunter groaned on the ground. When he recovered, he found that his body was still the same, headache, fever and weakness.

I... I was saved by haze. How, how?

He abandoned me!

At this moment, not only he, but also the other 500 hunters were staring at the sky. Their God abandoned himself at this time.

no

Ancestor!

Haze!!!

One by one, they screamed, shrill and sad, with endless despair, and they watched the black spot that was going away.

The reverence in his eyes turned into malice and resentment in a twinkling of an eye. Among hundreds of people, those with more severe symptoms had begun to bleed their nostrils at this time, and the hunter who had been ill before had died.

At the moment, it's their turn. They know that their time is running out and no one can save them. Even HAZ, who has the supreme power, abandons them even though he can save them.

With a few people to go, their status is low, useless, so damn?

"False god, you don't deserve to be our totem!"

"Hatz, you're a piece of shit!"

A hunter opens his mouth and yells at the sky. He is going to die anyway. He believes in it all his life, even in the most difficult time. Now, when he needed it most, faith turned around and betrayed him, and what he had insisted on all his life collapsed. The hunters nearby were shocked to hear what he said. They couldn't believe that he dared to scold totem and ancestor haze! This is their God! No, this guy is not his own God, not his own guardian totem. No guardian Totem will abandon his tribe in such a dangerous time. HAZ clearly has the ability to save them, but he chose to leave. Why, because these hunters have low skills and are not worthy of the noble God's hand? As for the slogans mentioned before, why is that guy saved? If he can save me, why don't you save me? It's the same hunter and the same disease. Why should I die. The more they think about it, the more they don't mind. Some people take the lead and others look crazy. So more and more people begin to curse and spit at the last time of their lives“ Hatz, you are not worthy of God, I curse you“ Always be a bug in the gutter... "A coward who abandoned the tribe!" High speed flying haze suddenly body meal, he heard, heard the cry of faith, originally just language, anyway, are dying, he can not care. For a dying mole ant, it's not worth his attention at all. However, at the moment, he feels inexplicably that he has lost something. Then, feeling more and more intense, he suddenly looked in the direction of the temple. On the sacrificial platform, the mysterious and rich aura of the temple, which was originally shrouded in light, is dissipating with a click. There's a crack in his statue, extending all the way from his face, all over the place, bang! The statue, which is carved from the whole heiyaoshi stone, was originally extremely strong, and after years of divine power, it has long been an indestructible thing.