A caveman slave who volunteered to let the air voluntarily rushed over in panic and told Tethotto the news he least wanted to hear.

Tetoto looked at the people in the camp behind him with some concern. They would not hand over themselves under the pressure of the shaman, but it was understandable that even if they handed over themselves, who would offend those top cavemen for the sake of dozens of cavemen slaves?

"We have no way out. Anyway, we were originally going to be given to rats as food, and they were all dead. Why didn't we die if we fought with them? Those top cavemen were essentially no different from us, and they would die."

"Is the shaman the same as us? Can we really defeat the shaman?" An inappropriate voice came from the cavemen. Everyone was confused, looking forward to Tethotto giving them courage.

Thinking of the mysterious magic of the shaman, even the strongest caveman would be sucked into a mummy by him in an instant, and Tetoto could not imagine how to defeat such a powerful caveman as the shaman.

But he understood that the following fellow cavemen were waiting for his words, and that he was the only one who had been contaminated with the blood of the top cavemen, and that was the only one who challenged the top cavemen to win.

"When, of course, even the shaman's blood is red." Titto told everyone guiltily. Although he said so, he actually had no clue in his heart. As the top of the top cavemen, the shaman left them with a deep terrifying impression.

"It's great, free, to survive."

"Tetto, you are great."

...

Dozens of cavemen had already developed blind conviction to him under the miracle of Tetoto several times, and his words greatly encouraged everyone.

Looking at the fanatical eyes of his subordinates, Titto could not get out of the stage at all. He seemed to be able to see the blood flowing into a river of his companions.

"Crazy la la la la la la la." A sound of gravel, the enemy finally appeared. A hunting team of about twenty high-level cavemen and more than thirty cavemen slaves appeared in front of Tethotto again.

"Damn, dirty slaves, tell me why you dare to kill the best people. I will kill you all and make them into jerky meat for those rats."

A caveman wearing a complete dress was holding the skull of a race of unknown origin, and the whole green aura was emitting on it. He was looking at the crowd of Tetoto like an ant.

"For freedom, to be able to fill your stomach, to survive, we are all cavemen. Why can you enslave us!"

Tethotto mustered up the courage and said to the shaman who usually didn't dare to look at it. The more he spoke, the more confident he became, until the end he basically shouted out.

"Freedom? All cavemen? You moss, we are noble and superior people. We are not slaves like you. Your natural slaves will always be."

"Bring them out!"

With the shaman's orders, seven bloody cavemen were brought out, but Titto instantly recognized the people who had cut off their backs.

"Damn it, it seems to save them." Titto held his spear tightly, hoping that it was himself who was caught now.

The movement here also attracted the members of Tyrel in the city square, who were focusing on the place around the warrior Amro, disguised by Colin.

As a race who has just come into contact with the underground world, they are still unable to make up their minds about how to communicate with them. Although the new city lacks population, not everyone is suitable.

As a three-star strongman, Amro naturally became the leader here. If he thought he could take action, they would also participate in the battle, but if Amro was unwilling to help, they would not care about the life or death of these cavemen.

Of course, the two brothers Weize and Weika who wanted to help them the most were the two brothers. They had just had a conversation and had not officially completed the task. If these cavemen slaves were destroyed, wouldn’t they be wasting their mouths and exchanged for food?

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, who are you? Don't want to meddle in front of me. I'm a great caveman, shaman. Even the rats from the Grey Clan are very polite to me."

The shaman said proudly that killing a Storm Rat warrior was his lifelong pride, even if it was just his last last strike.

However, Tyrel's people didn't agree, or they were more interested in the rat people in the shaman's mouth, because this means that they can add a piece to their picture book mission, which is not a small task gain.

After the shaman finished speaking, he felt that there was no action, and everyone was shocked by his words. He excitedly grabbed a caveman slave and prepared to absorb his life with green energy, trying to deepen others' fear of him.

"Let him go." Tetoto finally couldn't help it. Those warriors who were willing to use their lives to pave the way for him and his tribe members, and he didn't want to lose any of them.

Tethotto grabbed the spear and threw it towards the shaman, which almost exhausted all his strength, but the direction of the spear did not seem to be very accurate.

The shamans and cavemen warriors were disdainful in their eyes. This cavemen slave who did not understand combat skills was no match for them at all. He could kill him at any time. No, he wanted to bring this hateful slave back to torture. Death was too cheap for him.

Amro, he used his spirit to manipulate the iron spear thrown out by Tetoto, instantly changing the iron spear, speeding more than ten times faster, flying from a strange angle like an arrow to the caveman shaman.

The caveman Shaman saw the silence of Colin and others and regarded it as weak. He had already begun to think about how to occupy this place, drive away this group of races he had never seen before, and occupy this good place.

But a severe pain came from his chest, as if his heart had been pierced. He looked down at the familiar iron spear.

"How is it possible? How can it appear in its chest?" The shaman's small eyes gradually disappeared with doubt.

The cavemen on both sides were stunned, even Tetoto was the same. He never thought that his angry blow would achieve such an effect, and directly killed the shaman.

After a brief silence, the slaves were all boiling, and Titto once again created a miracle in their eyes. The shaman's blood was really red, and he could really be killed.

At the same time, Colin's role as Amro stood up, "For the sake of his companions, I think this group of caveman slaves deserves to join the Kingdom of Tyrel."

When they heard that the three-star powerhouses in the group expressed their attitude, everyone drew their weapons one after another.

"Just treat it as practicing skills. After all, I haven't fought for a long time since I came here."

"I agree with Amro, and I admire the courage of this caveman."
Chapter completed!