Chapter 1387:653 Soul Mutation? (2)

so many people…

Ye Qinghan looked at the densely packed crowd in a daze, wouldn't it only take a thousand people to fight each time? So many people want to participate, so who will go?

It was clearly written on the clay tablet that every time a reverse war had to be fought, only one tribe would be left. If there were 500 people in a battlefield, only 100 people could survive in the end, definitely not enough 100 people, or even less. \%>_<%_小_说_网原_创%>_<%\The death rate is so high, and so many people want to join the war, why?

Ye Qinghan swept his consciousness, and found that these nearly ten thousand people were martial artists who didn't know what realm they were, because they didn't use their divine power, so they didn't dare to feel their aura.

He began to feel a little worried. Two months had passed. If he was not qualified to participate in the battle, he might wait until the next time he fought against him. His body would be very weak, and his divine power would not reach its peak. If he participated in the battle at that time, he would die more easily. [

"Shushasha!"

On the ladder in the mountain, rows of warriors appeared out of thin air, about a hundred or so. There is a star on the left chest of the battle armor on his body, all of which are at the captain level, but the person in the front does not have these two small stars, and the armor is also darker, obviously higher status.

"Shut up!"

"Meet the Commander!"

When these one hundred people appeared on the ladder out of thin air, all the martial artists who closed their eyes opened their eyes, their eyes were not as dead and calm as before, but full of fire, they all shouted in unison, but they didn't move. At this moment, Ye Qinghan felt that they were living people, not a group of insensitive living dead.

"The anti-war begins, the old rules, warriors who have just joined the tribe within half a year, have the right to join first. The rest of the remaining places will be selected by lottery! Newly joined warriors who want to join the battle, stand to the left."

The commander with the two little stars led them down silently, without expressing much, just said something lightly, and then fell silent again.

Ye Qinghan, Ming Qingshan and the other two warriors beside him looked at each other, secretly delighted, and walked to the left without hesitation. More than a dozen warriors came over from behind, and after waiting for a while, the commander saw that no one continued to come. With a hand, countless black mud pills appeared out of thin air in his hand. He waved his hand at the warriors standing densely in front of him, and these mud pills flew towards them. When the warriors in front saw these mud pellets flying towards them, their eyes became even hotter, and they all grabbed a mud pellet casually, but no one dared to grab more.

The leader of the black armor continued to take out the mud pills and continued to wave them forward, until everyone got a mud pill, and then he stopped this behavior that seemed a bit silly to Ye Qinghan.

"Go back to the ones you didn't get drawn! Let me go with the ones you get drawn!"

Commander Hei Jia said a word, and then led the hundred team leaders to start walking towards the west in silence. Ye Qinghan blinked suspiciously, followed, but looked back. Nearly a thousand of those warriors were separated, walking towards this side with fiery eyes and a little excitement. But the rest of them returned to the appearance of the living dead, threw the mud pellets in their hands to the ground, and walked towards their respective caves in silence.

"Brother Niutou, have you seen clearly?"

Ye Qinghan turned his head and looked at the god king warrior beside him, and started to transmit the sound, but the warrior whom Ye Qinghan called Niutou shook his head, and said through the voice transmission: "I feel that these mud pills are exactly the same, there is no difference at all!"

The four of them looked at each other again, full of doubts in their eyes. This method of drawing lots was unique, and they didn't even find anything special about the bull's head of the second layer of the god king. And why is everyone so enthusiastic about this anti-war, do they all feel that life is meaningless and want to die?

More than a thousand people began to march silently. After walking for three days, the commander in front of him stopped, and the hundred people also began to divide into two groups, one group of 70 people, and the other group of 30 people, standing on the left and right sides of the leader in black armor.

The black-armored warrior pointed at the two groups of people, and said blankly: "God general warrior, follow these seventy people, god king warrior follow these thirty people, god emperor warrior, follow me! I hope I can see you here again in a month!"