Godsend Douluo

The Bingling tribe, which had completely fallen at night, not only did not fall silent, but various abnormal noises could be heard from every household from time to time.

In the stone castle in the middle, Chen Zuo was also squatting on the ground sharpening a long sword.

"Chichi..."

Chen Zixin brought a basin of ice water and suddenly poured it on the blade, and the dirt on it washed away with a sizzle sound, revealing the gleaming blade.

Because of the excessive number of soul beasts each time, half of Chen Zuo's soul power would be exhausted in each battle, and at this time, having a sharp weapon would also become his last reliance for survival.

It was also the first time for Ye Wen and Xue Li to see a soul master sharpening his sword, and they watched with great interest.

As for Chen Zuo, who seemed to be in a low mood, they didn't care, they just thought that the tribal leader was about to face the beast tide, and they were a little worried.

To be honest, the current Chen Zuo is really embarrassed towards Ip Man and Sydney.

Ever since his sister told him that the two of them were willing to stay together to resist the catastrophe at the end of the month, he felt that he was really saving the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Fortunately, the beast horde was about to come, so he simply used the excuse of sharpening his sword to keep silent.

Chen Zixin had a better relationship with the two of them. At this time, she was telling Ye Wenxueli about the information she knew about the soul beast groups within thousands of miles of the Bingling tribe.

Chen Zixin: "Brother Ye Wen, sister Sydney, what I hear the most from them are three kinds of soul beast groups. These three groups of soul beasts should be the closest to our Bingling tribe, so they like to invade us the most. tribe."

"Which three? Tell them all."

After watching Chen Zuo sharpen his sword for a while, Ye Wen lost interest, and instead took Xue Li to pack up the Xue Tuo animal cart that had just been pulled in.

The beast cart can't be thrown outside, otherwise it will be devoured by the beast tide in a short time.

"One is the wild boar group with tusks. They seem to have the largest number and the most delicious meat.

One group is the group of Frozen Demon Wolves. Their number is slightly smaller, but their individual strength is generally stronger than that of the wild boar with fangs.

There is also a tribe of ice rabbits. The people in the tribe are very happy every time they see them attacking, because they are both large in number and weak in strength, and every time they clean up the battlefield, it is a bumper harvest. "

When the little girl talked about the first two groups of soul beasts, her face was tense unconsciously, but when she mentioned the ice rabbit, she immediately glowed with glory, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

Before Ye Wen could reply, Chen Zuo who was sharpening his sword suddenly poured a basin of cold water.

"That's the old calendar. I haven't seen the ice rabbit group come over in the past few months. All the ones who come are the wild boar and the frozen wolf. Last month, even the two groups came together."

"what?!"

Chen Zixin was stunned. Chen Zuo kept this matter in his heart and never told her, just because he was afraid that she would worry.

Now that I knew it, I suddenly understood what my brother did at that time.

No wonder at the end of last month, my brother was covered in blood. Although his spirit power was getting higher and higher, his injuries were more serious than ever.

Chen Zuo took a piece of coarse cloth, wiped the long sword carefully, looked at the puzzled expressions of Ye Wen and the two, and continued:

"There are more and more soul beasts on the ice field. I have a strong premonition that in a few years, a small tribe like ours without soul masters guarding them will be wiped out in the snow..."

As if describing a fact that was about to happen, Chen Zuo's tone was full of certainty.

After all, the number and types of soul beasts in the current monthly beast tide are increasing. A small tribe like the Bingling tribe, which only has one great soul master and a few ordinary soul masters, is indeed hovering on the verge of extinction.

It was a matter of life and death, so Ye Wen stopped laughing, and calmed down a little, "What time does the beast horde usually arrive at night?"

"It's not long after dinner, and it's probably coming soon."

Chen Zuo looked up at the sky and murmured.

Before the words fell, Ye Wen keenly felt that the ground began to tremble slightly.

"coming!"

"Ok?"

"The beast tide is coming!"

"Impossible, why didn't I feel it!"

Seeing Chen Zuo arguing with Ye Wen in disbelief, Xue Li also closed her eyes and listened carefully.

Three seconds later, she opened her watery autumn eyes and said in a concentrated voice: "It is indeed coming, and there are not only two soul beast groups, but three!"

"you……"

Chen Zuo was a little surprised, he suspected that these two people were playing tricks on him.

Obviously there was no movement at all, and none of the clansmen in charge of vigilance came to report the danger.

As soon as Chen Zuo had this idea, the gate of the stone castle was suddenly pushed open by several strong men holding spears.

"Boss! Beast Tribulation is coming! It's just...it's just that the boy from the second family saw the wild boar with fangs, the frozen demon wolf, and the ice rabbit, three groups of soul beasts rushing from three directions together!"

Ye Wen, the strong man who spoke among them, knew each other when he was eating hot pot. The head of the third household of the thirteen households in the Bingling tribe, everyone called him the third child, his son was called Xiaosan, and his daughter was called Xiaosanniang. , and so on, except for the leader's family who will name it alone, the other twelve households are named in this style.

This is just a basic operation on the outer circle of the ice sheet where life is at stake and human life is like nothing.

Life doesn't matter, who cares about a name?

"Wild... Wild boar king is here too?"

Looking at the heavy nodding expressions of his life and death brothers, Chen Zuo's palm holding the long sword was trembling.

Three groups of soul beasts charged towards the Bingling tribe together, this kind of thing almost never happened.

In particular, there is one and only Millennium-level Fanged Boar King in the Fanged Wild Boar Clan, and it may be doomed today!

No!uncertain!There is one last hope!

Chen Zuo suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Ye Wen and the two of them. He had always suspected that there must be a strong soul master among the two, but he didn't know which one it was.

If one of the two is really the soul master, then today's Bingling tribe can still be saved!

Now I can only ask God to bless my guess is correct.

But Ye Wen didn't seem to see Chen Zuo's hopeful eyes, he pulled Xueli to greet a few middle-aged men and said:

"Let's go and have a look together."

Several men turned to look at Chen Zuo.

"... let's go."

Chen Zuo couldn't help it, he was already giving face if he could stay and help, and now his only hope was in his hands, so he really couldn't control him.

Ye Wen led Xueli out of the stone castle first, and Chen Zixin followed closely curiously and nervously.

This is the first time she has been able to walk out of the stone castle since the catastrophe at the end of the month.

Chen Zuo didn't stop her as usual.

Anyway, if Ye Wen and the two of them didn't make a move today, the Bingling tribe would completely disappear on the northern ice field, and Chen Zixin would come out as soon as he came out.

It's good to see the world for the last time.