Chapter 290 The White-Headed Devil, We Meet Again

The white giant python opened its mouth, let out an angry roar, and rushed towards Wen Zilong.

If it was yesterday, Wen Zilong would never meet the enemy head-on.

But after yesterday's fight, he knew that a Sophie python like this looked terrifying, but it wasn't actually too strong.

If you fight against it yourself, even if you can't win the battle, it won't cost you your life.

And maybe even take the opportunity to let it bite itself into two pieces.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong roared at the guy:

"Ultimate Profound Truth—"

"Super must..."

Just shouting here, the guy has already rushed over.

Damn, why are these guys in such a hurry.

Can't you wait until you finish calling out the name of your ultimate?

Seeing that the guy has already rushed to less than two meters away from himself.

Wen Zilong had no time to call out his name.

He could only open his mouth, and a volatile oil immediately enveloped the guy.

This volatile oil saw the air and spontaneously ignited in an instant.

boom--

That Sophie python's entire body was instantly attacked by flames.

The temperature of this flame works well against humans and other animals.

But against this two-hundred-year-old snake with scales, it would be ineffective.

But the guy was still taken aback.

A "squeaky" scream came out of his mouth.

And most animals themselves are more afraid of fire.

At this moment, this Sophie python was enveloped in flames, which made it startled.

Step back quickly.

Just now, he came aggressively, but at this time, he retreated like crazy.

It feels kind of funny.

After exiting the flame, it quickly turned its head and fled towards the river.

Wen Zilong chased after this guy.

But because the previous subordinates have all sacrificed, nothing can stop it at this time.

And Wen Zilong's speed can't catch up with this guy.

Can only watch this guy escape into the river, and then flee towards the previous river.

And Wen Zilong knew that this guy was just frightened by the flames.

If you really fight with yourself, who will win and who will lose is not necessarily.

So I can only let him go for a while.

"Just deposit your dog's head with you. I will collect it in two days."

After saying a cruel word, Wen Zilong did not continue to chase.

Eat the nine white pythons on the shore.

When it was almost dawn, he wanted to go back to Wen Yuqi's residence.

But what he didn't expect was that the Wagnians were migrating towards the mountains today, so they all got up earlier.

At the same time, CWC finally found some clues about the God of Wata yesterday, and everyone got up earlier today.

No way, he had to dive into the Ebola River first.

Before the sun had risen and there was only a ray of light in the east, the Wagnians had gathered at the ferry by the river.

Under the command of the clan elder, they began to cross the river in an orderly manner.

Wen Yuqi had already discussed with Wen Zilong yesterday that she would migrate with the Wagnians for the time being.

The guide's family of three also lined up with the clan, waiting to cross the river.

When the CWC people met, they all frowned and came to the guide's family of three.

The director of CWC sullenly said, "You have to keep doing your work. We paid you a lot of food."

The guide shook his head:

"No, the black devil is coming, and darkness is about to cover the forest. Those who stay here will die."

The mercenary in the dark water next to him sneered and took out a saber.

He walked to the guide's son, pulled him over, and put the knife on the boy's neck.

Then, with playfulness in his eyes, he stared at the guide: "Go...or not?"

"No, don't hurt him. He's still a kid!"

The guide's woman hurriedly wanted to pounce.

However, at this moment, another mercenary grabbed the woman's shoulder.

He also took out a saber and placed it on her neck.

He stared at the woman with the same playful gaze, "Go, or not?"

The man panicked.

He himself is not afraid of death.

They Wagnians live by the rapids of the river.

Every year, two or three people die from fishing.

In their opinion, if they die in the river, they will become servants of the god Wata.

It's an honor for them.

However, he was afraid that his son and woman would be hurt.

Moreover, he was killed by foreigners, and he had no chance at all to become a servant of the god Wata.

"No... please. I really can't go, really can't go. If I go, it will bring disaster to my people."

said the man.

A mercenary kicked the guide's woman to the ground.

The dark muzzle was aimed at the woman's head.

Turning his head, he stared at the guide grimly: "I will ask one last time, go or not?"

"Stop, you devils."

The clan elder over there spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the more than 500 clansmen began to approach these mercenaries.

They naturally want to protect the interests of the tribe.

The two mercenaries saw so many people coming towards them, not only did they not have the slightest fear in their eyes, but instead showed a trace of bloodthirsty excitement.

In their opinion, these 500 people are no different from a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

However, the director of CWC shook his head.

Signal them better not to kill.

This made the two mercenaries frown helplessly.

How to deter these people if they are not allowed to kill people?

Don't let murder, how can these people be obedient?

At this time, the young Wagnian in the front had already come to the front of the mercenary.

He glared angrily, fire in his eyes.

"Let them go!"

The group of people behind also shouted: "Let them go!"

Of course, they shouted in the local language.

Wen Yuqi also shouted in the local language.

She was slightly anxious.

In this case, only mosquitoes can help.

But the mosquito went out last night and has not come back until now.

You can't act rashly, that will only add to the chaos.

How to do?

The young man at the head was getting closer and closer, and he was about to approach the guide's family.

However, at this moment, a white-haired mercenary strode to the young man, stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man.

The young man wanted to dodge.

But the white-headed mercenary seemed to have expected it.

His right hand turned slightly and grabbed his shoulder directly.

That is, the moment he grabbed his shoulder, a cold light flashed across his left saber.

"what--"

The young man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

His right hand covered his right ear, screaming again and again.

In the hand of the white-headed mercenary, he held what should have grown in the young man's right ear, and glanced coldly at all the Wagnians.

All the Wagnians were stunned when they saw it.

One by one, they stepped back subconsciously.