Bug Master In Doomsday

Watching the brutal killings on the battlefield, Wang Mang didn't have the slightest idea to stop him. Although this would reduce the number of prisoners, this group of strangers was really hateful.

At least more than twenty people were killed in the battle of his own troops, and countless others were injured. Even himself suffered serious skin injuries!

Wang Mang raised his left hand slightly and looked at the back of his hand that had healed with scabs. He narrowed his eyes slightly. He waved five moves at the wolf under the stupid pig.

Lang Wu immediately understood, and the muscles of one hand immediately exerted force, and the unconscious Yan Ling in his hand was directly thrown into the air.

Wang Mang steadily caught Yan Ling, looking at the hundreds of strangers who were still resisting, the ring of insects flashed in an instant, summoning a fierce blood dragon!

Wang Mang stepped on the back of the blood dragon and galloped over the battlefield. The blood dragon looked at the ground ferociously, and let out a violent roar that pierced the eardrum.

The eyes of the foreigner on the battlefield were immediately attracted, staring at Wang Mang above the blood dragon with extreme hatred.

Wang Mang looked at these hundreds of hateful gazes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he picked up Yan Ling with one hand, a sudden light flashed from his palm, awakening the unconscious Yan Ling!

"Most of you strangers are stupid, but there are also some smart people.

For example, Yan Ling, a warrior of your clan, is a wise man.

Although there was some resistance at the beginning, after realizing our strength, he immediately took refuge. He is now my most trusted loyal subordinate! "

"As long as you surrender, I promise not to hurt any of your lives, including your wives and girls. I will never make a slaughter, but if there are stubborn opponents, hum!"

Wang Mang sneered, the threat in his words couldn't be more obvious.

The eyes of the foreigners on the ground are still full of hatred, but watching the warrior Yan Ling in mid-air, there is a slight movement in their hearts, and a small number of people can't help but give birth to the idea of ​​surrender.

"I have agreed to Yan Ling. As long as the surrenders will not kill, both wives and girls will survive. This is also the final benefit he strives for for you. You have to think clearly!"

Wang Mang’s voice reverberated in the silent battlefield. There were a few strangers who were not firm in their will, and their hands tightening their weapons were slightly loosened.

They looked melancholy, thinking about the patriarch who had just died in battle, and the warriors of the clan who were all dead, and the idea of ​​swearing to the death to resist became weaker and weaker in their hearts!

Yan Ling, who was picked up by Wang Mang with one hand, looked at the tribe on the ground with the intention of surrendering, her eyes were scarlet and she struggled violently.

He wanted to open his throat and shout words of swearing resistance, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

He tilted his head in hatred, looked at Wang Mang with a cold face, and couldn't help eating his flesh!

Wang Mang looked at Yan Ling's eyes and sneered faintly, "Hehe! Wouldn't it be my business to let you talk? You can guide your people obediently!"

The insect pattern on Wang Mang's left hand lit up instantly, and Yan Ling's mouth slowly opened and closed uncontrollably, and she made a very loud shout stiff.

"Everyone... don't... resist! We can't win. If we surrender, we can still keep our wife and daughter alive. Even if we don't think about ourselves, we have to think about our family!"

When the strangers on the battlefield heard these words of Yan Ling, some looked angry, looked at Yan Ling with contempt and hatred, unwillingly pointed at Yan Ling's mouth and scolded, and some slowly lowered their heads, revealing in their eyes. meditation!