Chapter 233 Head Harvesting

Soon, Fengyun's hand was taken out of the bag, and there were two more things in his hand, which were two bamboos, one was thicker and the other was thinner. 【】

They are exactly the cartilage needles that Fengyun gave him when he parted from the witch.

He decided to use them against the sleeping Black Crow warriors.

He pinned the knife on his belt, then opened the bamboo tube containing the cartilage needles, and took the cartilage needles, but he didn't put them into the needle tube, but took them and walked towards the enemy.

When his feet were about to touch their heads, he stopped and began to bend down, bringing the distance between them even closer.

Suddenly, the breathing of a Black Crow tribe warrior closest to Fengyun changed, and his eyelids began to move, as if sensing the approaching danger.

Fengyun's expression remained unchanged, his arm stretched out at an extremely fast speed, and the cartilage needle pinched between his fingers deeply pierced into the neck of the warrior of the Black Crow Tribe.

At this time, he just opened his eyes, saw Feng Yun's face looking down at him, and immediately turned pale with fright, and opened his mouth to scream, but the effect of the cartilage needle was too overbearing.

He couldn't make a normal sound anymore, just some hissing sound from his throat, as if there was a leak, and the sound was very small.

Even so, it still alarmed other enemies, especially those who were closer to the Black Crow tribe warrior, and their eyeballs moved under their eyelids.

Fengyun understood that this was a sign that they were about to wake up.

He didn't panic at all, he just moved his hands quickly, because the speed was too fast, at first glance, it seemed that he had several extra arms at once, and they were the remnants left after his arm speed reached a certain level film.

There were a total of eleven warriors in the tent, six of them got cartilage needles in their sleep, and the remaining five finally opened their eyes, but their fate would not change in any way.

Under the effect of the domineering drug effect of cartilage needles, they can stare at Fengyun with their eyes. Just can't do anything.

Fengyun glanced at them indifferently, stretched out his hand, and tapped their left chests, where the hearts were, with his fingers.

The targeted enemy. Their bodies would twitch for a while, and then they would not move. At the same time, their breaths began to become weaker, and soon disappeared completely. They all died.

When Fengyun poked their chests with his fingers,

The dark energy was poured into the fingertips, and through contact with their bodies, it invaded their bodies and destroyed their hearts.

His destruction was skillful, and he didn't completely destroy the heart, but only a small part of it, causing it to lose its function, leading to the death of the enemy.

He did this because he didn't want to see blood coming from their mouths and noses.

The smell of blood is still relatively strong, and it may waft out of the tent. Being smelled by other enemies, the totem warrior's sense of smell is far beyond that of ordinary people.

This is also the fundamental reason why he didn't kill them by cutting their throats directly with a knife.

He will use cartilage needles to dissolve their mobility, because he is worried that there will be accidents when he kills them by destroying the heart.

He hadn't tried killing people in this way before, so he couldn't confirm how they would react.

Well now, he had killed eleven people at a time, and he already had an understanding of this method of killing. Even if he no longer used cartilage needles, he was more confident.

The probe pulled out the cartilage needles from the necks of the dead enemies one by one, and wiped off the blood on them. Put it back into the syringe again.

Walking to the door, opening the tent door, looking out, Feng Yun came out. He walked towards a tent not far in front of him.

This time he walked directly to the door of the tent.

Familiarly, he drew an arrow from the quiver, opened a gap in the tent door in an extremely gentle way, and looked inside.

But when he saw the internal situation clearly, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This tent was actually not much different from the one he had entered just now. There were warriors from the Black Crow Tribe sleeping on the animal skins inside, and even the number of them was the same. There were eleven of them, and what surprised him was that he didn't find any trace of the worm nest.

Not only was there no hanging insect nest, he didn't even see an alarm device, so he could have opened the tent door and walked in.

"Does that tent have insect nests because it is located at the outermost part of the camp? The tent inside is safer, so there is no need to hang it?"

Fengyun made his own conjecture, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

His purpose of infiltrating the enemy is to kill as many enemies as possible. Without such a dangerous existence of the insect nest, wouldn't it be in his favor, why do he think so much.

He opened the tent door a little, stepped into the tent, stretched the arrow in his hand behind him, supported the fallen tent door, put it away, and walked towards the sleeping enemy.

Stretched out the two fingers in the middle of the food, as if to point towards their hearts, but he still stopped, and took out the cartilage needle again.

It's better to be careful.

He could be sure that the dark force he poured into his fingertips could kill them, but he couldn't guarantee 100% that they would not make any movement during the period from the middle finger to death.

The use of cartilage needles minimizes the chance of accidental occurrences.

Besides, although the medicinal effect of the cartilage needle is overbearing, he doesn't value it very much.

It is very slender, and it is fired through a needle tube, so its attack range is destined to be relatively limited, which is why the warriors of the Baicao Tribe did not use it when they fought against the Black Crow King's men.

Fengyun easily pierced the cartilage needle into the neck of the warrior of the Black Crow Tribe, very smoothly.

Their performance was much worse than the first batch of Black Crow tribe fighters he killed.

Although none of the latter were able to escape from his hands, at least some of them saw his appearance before they died, and knew who they died in.

They were all stabbed in the neck with a needle by him, and none of them woke up yet, and they were all foolish ghosts in their sleep.

Fengyun glanced at the lifeless enemy, walked out of the tent, and walked to the next tent.

In the following time, Fengyun began to enter various tents non-stop, and all the sleeping Black Crow Tribe fighters in the tents he visited turned into corpses.

As the years passed, the time he spent in the tent became shorter and shorter. This means that his killing methods have become more and more proficient.

In just half an hour, there were already more than ten tents visited by Feng Yun, and more than a hundred fighters from the Black Crow Tribe were killed by him.

If the Black Crow King knew that his people were killed by Feng Yun one by one like this, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.

Fengyun is not in the habit of thinking about the enemy. So his killing continues.

His choice of tents is also quite interesting. Instead of starting from the very edge and going all the way to the center of the camp, it circles around the center.

At first glance, he looks a bit like peeling an onion.

But if he really took this approach, he would end up approaching the center of the camp. Then a terrifying reality emerged.

Except for the people in the tent in the center of the camp, the entire camp will be completely dead, and all the people inside will be killed by him.

Of course, those who are still patrolling are not counted. They have been wandering outside the camp and have never patrolled the camp.

After about an hour, Fengyun finally stood in front of the tent in the center of the camp.

This tent was taller than all the other tents, and the beast hides that were sewn into it were of the highest grade. According to Fengyun's judgment, they should at least be high-level beasts. And they should all be powerful characters in the high-level wild beasts.

Although their skins have been sewn into tents, Fengyun still feels the violent breath from them.

It can still leave breath after death, and the savage beasts that linger for a long time will definitely not be ordinary goods.

At the same time, Fengyun became even more curious about the people in the tent.

"Who is the person living in such a tent? Could it be one of the sons of the Black Crow King?"

Looking at the tent door, Fengyun's eyes began to light up slightly.

He sincerely hoped that there would be a heavyweight living in the tent, so that if he killed him, the heart of the Raven King would be hurt.

But he didn't dare to hold out too much hope.

In the process of massacring the enemies sleeping in the outer tents, although he also encountered some dangers, they were all dealt with by him without any risk, which also showed from one aspect that their strength was not strong.

that's the truth.

According to his judgment on their breath. There is actually only one high-level totem warrior among them, and he belongs to the relatively low-strength one, otherwise he would be able to kill them all, and it wouldn't take such a short time.

Those who were killed, if nothing else. It should be under the people who live in the central tent, so their strength will also reflect his status to a certain extent.

They were so weak, Fengyun really didn't dare to place too high expectations on their status, but since he had already come, he was destined not to give up halfway.

Taking a deep breath, he pointed the arrow in his hand toward the tent door. But just as he opened it to a thin slit less than the width of two fingers, his brows suddenly frowned.

Relying on the touch, Fengyun knew that something was tied to the tent door, which reminded him of the spherical insect nest.

Although after that, he entered a lot of tents and didn't see the second one, but it appeared in this camp after all, so it's hard to guarantee that there won't be one in this tent.

Steady the arrow holding the tent door to prevent it from shaking, then listened carefully, and after confirming that everything in the tent was normal, Feng Yun quietly approached the gap opened by him, and looked inside.

With his excellent eyesight, he saw clearly the situation inside the tent in a very short time.

His premonition came true, the spherical insect nest appeared again, and there were not one, there were as many as five in the tent.

However, his eyes did not stay on them, but fell on the person lying on a white animal skin.

He was facing the entrance of the tent, and he happened to be able to see his face clearly.

He looked at the man's face, and a weird smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.)