Chapter 475: You Are Cruel!

In the morning, the Bran border. .

As the first line of defense to divide the territory and resist the Northern Wilderness, Bran naturally attached great importance to this, so a long city wall that relied on natural dangers, spent countless manpower and material resources, and stretched thousands of miles from east to west came into being.

This project was extremely large, and it took exactly one generation of King Bran from its construction to its completion. As a result, this king who did nothing during his reign became completely popular in history. As long as future generations evaluate his life achievements, they will never avoid this world-wide contribution.

But in the following years, facts continued to prove that this so-called world-wide achievement was just a decision that the mediocre king took for granted. It can be said that as soon as the Northern Wilderness barbarians attack, a certain part of this city wall will become the first bridgehead to be captured. This happens every time, without exception!

This long city wall, which Bran had high hopes of protecting, turned into a useless existence in the end, which is really embarrassing...

Of course, this time is no exception. The current border line of the city wall belongs to the Cangyan Defense Zone. Judging from the current situation, it is undoubtedly occupied by barbarians.

Snapped! The sound of whipping sounded, "Cowardly Bran Dog, how dare you be lazy!"

Bang bang bang! Continuous whipping sounds, "Get up, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead..."

"Whatever you are looking at, go to work. If you can't fix it today, everyone will die..."

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Bran's unclear words were mixed with a few screams. There was a small group of about fifty barbarians with ferocious expressions, holding whips and walking back and forth on the city wall, supervising the dusty and ragged Bran laborers below.

A large area of ​​the city wall here collapsed. Under the supervision of the captive Bran slave laborers, they transported stones, soil and other materials and repaired it with numb expressions.

In fact, the reason why the city wall here collapsed was due to previous barbarian attacks. However, this is a time of war. To prepare for a rainy day, the barbarians naturally cherish the city wall that now belongs to them. Thinking about the original intention of building this city wall, I have to say that this is a wonderful irony...

"Don't... fight again, no, don't..."

Amidst the faint moans, a seemingly exhausted Bran man lay on the ground beside him, his back bloody and bloody, and he was being beaten mercilessly by the barbarian's whip. At first, I could scream a few times, but then there was only moaning, and my body was shaking weakly...

This situation did not last long. Soon, two hard laborers, under the orders of the barbarians, lifted the dying compatriot, walked a hundred meters away, and threw him into a newly dug hole. At the bottom of the pit, there were already several Bran people lying prone or lying on their backs, their faces gray and their bodies stiff.

There was no cursing, complaining, or resistance... Bran's expression was still numb, and the barbarians were still patrolling around with their whips in hand, as if the scene just now was nothing more than ordinary. at this time,

"Hey!" "What is that?" "It's from Bran..."

There was a sound of surprise, and there was a slight scratch on the wall. Within a moment, fifty barbarians gathered in one place, squinting at the wilderness in the distance. Bran's hard worker below also noticed the change in the atmosphere. He paused with his hands and subconsciously looked behind him with empty eyes...

A few miles away, two figures were running towards this side one after the other. It must have been a chase, because the two of them got tangled up from time to time while running fast. After a while, the white light figure from behind caught up with the former, and after a moment of fighting, they separated again. After a while, the black figure in front suddenly stopped and turned around, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the latter... rolling and entangled, but for a while no one could do anything to the other.

Both of them were extremely fast. Although they kept stopping, they were close in the blink of an eye.

"Damn! Damn Bran, stop!"

"God, it's the Lord of the Temple of Light..."

Two exclamations with completely different emotions sounded at the same time. The former comes from the ordinary barbarians on the wall. Although they are simple-minded, looking at the menacing posture of the other party, they know that their strength is not low, and they can't help but feel a little panicked.

The latter came from the numb expression of Bran's hard labor. When he saw the milky white halo figure getting closer and closer behind him, he recognized it as the unique holy fighting spirit of the Temple of Light. He was immediately ecstatic and shouted for help.

Amidst the chaotic shouts, the two figures got even closer, reaching a few hundred meters in front of the city wall. Suddenly, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... A dozen barbarians on the wall raised their bows and nocked arrows, and instantly shot out whistling arrows.

Years of hunting have made almost every barbarian in the Northern Wilderness a qualified archer. Although the arrows they shoot today are not many, they are all extremely accurate. But unfortunately, they still underestimated the speed of these two people. After the arrows flew out, they all shot behind each other, without any blocking or warning effect.

But before the second round of arrows was released again, the figure in front had already rushed under the corner. Well, it was a young man from Bran.

Bang... Without hesitation, the young man from Bran jumped on the wall stone, and his body quickly rose up. After taking a few steps, he was walking on the smooth city wall like a gecko, climbing up step by step.

The city wall is more than ten meters high. By walking like this, the young man was close to the top of the wall in an instant. But at this time, his upward strength was too strong, and he was about to fall straight down. But at this moment, he flipped his right hand, and a blade of light flashed past, and he pressed against the wall. Poof, his body paused in the air for a moment, and then turned over again.

"Huh..." Amidst the exclamations, the figure had already soared to the outside of the wall.

The top of the wall above was where the fifty barbarians were. Looking down at the young man climbing the wall like a ghost, his eyes widened and he was stunned. There were also a few who came to their senses in time and took a deep breath. Without thinking about it, they subconsciously dropped the iron rod in their hands.

"Get out!" He shouted in a cold voice. The young man opened his hands and pressed the iron rod gently, then pushed it out. With this force, his figure suddenly rose into the sky.

The two barbarians who were held down by the iron rod staggered. First they took half a step forward, and then quickly stepped back as if they were hit by a sledgehammer. They raised their heads and fell, smashing the small group of barbarians behind them to the ground. gourd.

"Nah..." He quickly landed and landed on a wall. The young man turned around with a bitter look on his face, "Sister, stop chasing us! If you chase us again, we will really enter the Northern Wilderness. If you don't want to live, you won't be able to survive." Forget it, I don’t want to accompany you on this journey in my best years!”

These two people were naturally Tang En and Xia Wei'an. After chasing for a long time, they finally arrived at the Bran border. Going further, that is the real barbarian territory - the Northern Wilderness tribe.

Once they step in there, Xia Wei'an and Tang En, who are from Bran... well, Tang En is not from Bran, but with his physique and language, he is not the same in the eyes of the barbarians! There is no doubt that as long as they are discovered in the Northern Wasteland, they will be attacked by all the barbarians. If you go a little deeper and get into the sight of the big shots in the Northern Wilderness tribe, you may really be dead!

This truth is so simple that anyone can understand it. But the key is, will Xia Wei'an listen? Obviously...no!

"Hmph!" Xia Wei'an snorted coldly. She didn't talk to Tang En at all. She glanced around with squinted eyes, paused for a moment at the group of Bran slave laborers, and then suddenly stepped forward with a lunge. The glow around her body rolled and surged like a tidal wave, above the spear. The blazing flames leaped up, raised high, wanton and enchanting.

The next moment, the body and the gun were combined to hit the collapse of the wall.

"break!"

Boom, boom, boom...

In an instant, gravel flew everywhere and dust filled the sky.

This wall had collapsed, although it had gradually taken shape again thanks to Bran's hard work in repairing it. But the repaired part has not yet dried, and the bonding is not strong. Now, amidst the continuous violent explosions, the tens of meters high wall finally couldn't bear Xia Wei'an's tyrannical ravage, and completely collapsed like a building block!

"Hey..." "Scared..."

Exclamations rang out one after another, but it turned out that the fifty barbarians on top of the wall were too close to the collapse, and they were caught off guard. The soles of their feet were empty, and they fell together with the collapsed rubble and bricks. With such a height, and the fact that huge stones are still falling around the wall, one can imagine the fate of these barbarians...

Upon seeing this, Tang En's mouth twitched a few times, he scratched his hair, his expression was extremely tangled, "Ah, you're cruel!" Then, without saying a word, he turned around, walked a few steps quickly, jumped off the other wall, and headed straight for the Northern Wasteland. And go.

Boom... almost at the same time, the wall exploded. Before the masonry above fell, Xia Wei'an, who had directly completed the domineering passage from the ground, rushed out with a gun. Without any hesitation, she followed Tang En's figure.

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The cold wind blew through and the dust dissipated.

The hundreds of slave laborers in Bran stood there blankly, first looking at the rubble piled aside. The fifty barbarians who had beaten them before were completely suppressed underneath and made no movement. Then he turned around and looked at the wall that was about ten meters wide and looked like a fault. Through the gap, he could even see Xia Wei'an's figure in the Northern Wasteland...

Gudong! The collective swallowed, and then an excited roar came from nowhere, "We are free!" After waking up, all the slave laborers looked at each other, roared in unison, and fled in all directions...

…………(To be continued.)