I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

Hou Xing seemed to have received some message, and a deathly look appeared on his face.

"My hand is gone... gone..."

He murmured, suddenly furious:

"I have no hands! My hands! I am useless!"

"Your Highness!" The elder was heartbroken and knelt down suddenly.

Behind him, the sparse group of Long-Armed tribesmen were also kneeling on the ground crying.

"My father died, my clan's land was occupied, and my hand was gone..."

Tears flowed unconsciously, he wanted to wipe them away, but found that he had no hands.

Countless sorrow, anger, fear of the future...all came to my mind at once.

"What am I still alive for!"

He roared in despair.

And the other side.

The Bashe tribe is entrenched on the top of the mountain.

This is the holy land of the Long-Arm Tribe, where countless ancestors of the Long-Arm Tribe are buried.

But now, hanging high on the tall stone pillar is a headless corpse.

The head appeared at the top of the pillar, pierced from the neck to the top of the head by a sharp stone.

This is the current chief of the Long Arm Tribe.

There were also many corpses with mutilated limbs under the stone pillars.

They are all his direct descendants.

Our ancestors five hundred years ago could never have imagined that the throne they had seized against their conscience would be replaced by no one five hundred years later.

Except for Hou Xing who escaped death.

Hou Xing only has one arm left.

"I didn't expect the Long Arms to be so useless. Their descendants are all useless. They are getting worse and worse as they live."

Chishiba was curled up in the cave, chewing the body of a dead Long-Arm tribe member, and said smugly.

Naturally, the subordinates were full of flattery.

At this moment, the little snake came hurriedly to report.

The snake people who fought against the lion tribe were completely wiped out!

And his son Tamada was beheaded!

"How is it possible!" Chishiba was furious: "My son Tamada is the strongest warrior of the Bashe tribe. He can bite off the head of the leader of the Long Arm tribe with one bite. The Lion tribe is just a small tribe. How could they kill my son!"

The little snake trembled:

"Yes... the Fur Tribe is here..."

"Zhan Rong?" Chi Shiba was shocked at first, then became angry.

"In the early years, his father beat me up, that was fine. But now, a young boy like him dares to make trouble for me?"

"Okay." He gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"He is a member of the Fur Tribe who loves to be a hero, isn't he? Then I will let him see if he can save the Long Arm Tribe that has been slaughtered!"

After that, he ordered sternly:

"Hurry up and search, we must find the remaining members of the Long Arm Tribe!"

"I will kill them all I see, leaving no one alive, and completely exterminate the entire clan!"

"Cut off Hou Xing's head and give it to me as a urinal!"

On the other side, He Fuxi and Luo Yi had just arrived at the border of the Longarm Tribe.

"We can't attack rashly. There are too many snake people. Even if they form a wall of flesh, we won't be able to move." Luo Yi said.

He Fuxi thought for a while and decided to find Hou Xing first.

"Hou Xing grew up in the Long Arm Tribe and is most familiar with the terrain. With his assistance, the operation can go smoothly."

The two began to look for Hou Xing's trace.

But the more I searched, the more frightened I became.

They hid in the trees and consulted the big and small snake people from below, and learned that Hou Xing had lost one arm and his life or death was uncertain.

Moreover, Chishiba has already issued a death order, that even if the mountain is turned upside down, Hou Xing’s head must be taken.

They could only speed up and find Hou Xing before the snake people.

But after finding Hou Xing, the scene was unexpected.

"You're here?" He half leaned against the stone wall, dying.

Compared with his physical decline, his spiritual decadence is even more shocking.

"What are you doing here?" he asked expressionlessly.

He Fuxi had a hunch that something was wrong.

She said softly:

"I heard you were seriously injured. Don't worry, Shennong is on the way. He will definitely be able to save you."

"Rescue? No need." Hou Xing forced a smile.

As if he had used up all his strength, he immediately regained his deathly expression.

"Thank you for coming, and...thank you."

He didn't say the name, but the Long-Armed people present all knew who he was talking about.

This was also the first time they met the legendary "tribe member".

It turns out that he is an outlier.

He is the outlier.

There doesn't seem to be anything special about her. If I have to say something, it's that she's just too beautiful.

Could it be that such a good-looking brother is actually a crazy killer who killed five or six respected elders in a row?

And why does Your Highness want to thank him?

The members of the Long-Arm Tribe were all terrified and curious, and they secretly glanced at the handsome young man following He Fuxi.

These invisible inquiries did not affect Luo Yi at all. He was wearing a blindfold anyway and could not see anything.

As for Hou Xing, he was too lazy to respond.

When Hou Xing heard that Luo Yifeiye had cut off Tamada's tongue and Zhanrong had beaten all the snake people who attacked the lion tribe into snake meat balls with his hands, his expression was very complicated, and finally he smiled bitterly.

"That's it..."

What can be said?

He once thought that he was as fierce and ferocious as the best warrior in the tribe.

However, the comprehensive crushing of the Bashe tribe made him realize that he was like a frog in a well.

Tamada easily tore off his arm, and made him painfully realize that he was weak, incompetent and pitiful.

But Luo Yi and Zhan Rong killed Tamada as easily as crushing an ant.

It turns out that there is such a huge gap between me and them.

His mentality completely collapsed.

He Fuxi saw that he had a determined look on his face, frowned, and suggested:

"Tamada only led a team. The main force of the Bashe tribe is still entrenched in the Long-arm tribe. The Bashe tribe king is in charge here. He is the soul orc of the snake people. Your current situation is very dangerous. Now, we have to transfer you first, and then give you..."

"There is no first or then." Hou Xing turned his head and hid his face in his blood-stained long hair.

His voice was miserable and indifferent:

"You take them away, I won't leave. Anyway, the Long-Arm Tribe is gone. Even if they are exterminated, I will die on my own land..."

"Your Highness!" the elder cried sadly.

The long-arm orcs cried together.

He Fuxi: ...Look at this dead kid's dead look, the mask of gentleness can't be maintained at all!

If I hadn't felt so sorry for him because he had a broken arm, I would have rushed up and punched him twice!

She suppressed the urge to teach him a lesson, and said in a softer tone:

"The clan hasn't been exterminated yet, has it? It's not time for you to die yet. Now you are the backbone of the clan, you have to stand up."

Hou Xing glanced at the orc beside her dimly:

"I am not their backbone. Isn't the real legitimate son there? The evil deeds of our ancestors have finally been paid back. As long as I die, we will be even!"

He Fuxi was speechless. Is he having a second-year syndrome at this critical moment?

She denounced mercilessly:

"You have the blood of the Long Arms in your veins. The Basher tribe trampled on your tribe and slaughtered your people. Now your father is still on the holy stone pillar, dying with his eyes wide open! You haven't avenged your blood feud yet, why are you still dwelling on the bad karma from hundreds of years ago?"