2246: C2246 Guiding the Fury of the Human Race

C2246 Guiding the Fury of the Human Race

"Can I trust you?"

A moment later, Zhang Xing said with a sneer.

"Of course! Of course! If Zhang Master doesn't believe us, we can prove it with our death! "

Hawkeye Old Man said confidently.

"Haha, of course I don't believe you. Which one of you will die first?

Trust is not something that can be said through words. It has to be proven through action. "

After Zhang Xing finished speaking, hawkeye Old Man and the other Silver ranked assassins were dumbfounded.

This is the reverse of your plan!

No matter whether we are sincere or not, you can't say that.

Even if you don't trust us, there is no need for us to do anything. Why do you want us to die?

These killers thought that it would be fine if they surrendered.

They didn't know that Zhang Xing had a standard in his heart. He couldn't accept these random people.

Hawkeye Old Man smiled awkwardly. Suddenly, a golden light flashed and a three-inch golden halberd stopped between his eyebrows.

"Since you guys don't want to say it, it means that you are not sincere. Are you willing to die?"

Hawkeye Old Man, who was kneeling on the ground, was so scared that his soul left his body and his face turned pale.

"Zhang... Zhang Master. I..."

Shua!

A golden light flashed and flew from the forehead of the eagle-eyed Old Man to the forehead of another Old Man.

"Are you willing to die?"

This Old Man fell to his knees with a puff. His body was trembling, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! ......

The golden light circled around. None of the over 100 Silver ranked assassins dared to say that they were willing.

"Hmph! A bunch of insidious, cunning, and cowardly trash!"

Zhang Xing retracted his halberd and turned to look at the crowd behind him.

"Do you think they should die?"

The same question was asked for the second time.

The other humans still didn't know how to respond.

More than a thousand assassins looked at the dense crowd. They were really afraid that these people would suddenly shout and kill them.

"They should die!"

Ding Shu stood up and said coldly.

"Why?"2

Zhang Xing asked.

"I don't think we can count the number of Homo sapiens killed by these orcs.

A family of three generations, or even four generations. Even a tribe. The smell of blood still lingered on their bodies.

I... can smell it!"

Ding Shu's language ability was somewhat lacking. Although he wanted to resonate with everyone, he did not know what to say.

However, he alone was enough.

More than a million young Homo sapiens still needed to be slowly guided. He couldn't be anxious.

They had never experienced anything big. No matter how they looked at it, they didn't know what to do with what was happening in front of them.

Not to mention the heroic words that made their blood boil.

The scene of Zhang Xing killing millions of young demi-human race with a wave of his hand still frightened them. They had yet to recover from the palpitating feeling.

Just as Ding Shu finished speaking, in less than three breaths of time, a young man suddenly stood out.

"Kill them! Our tribe has 3,960 people, and only three hundred of us survived. The others were all killed by a group of silver-clothed assassins, and it was them who did it!"

If there is one, there will be two. If there is two, there will be three...

Third place, fourth place, fifth place... ......

One young man after another stood out and shouted with hatred. ... Kill them!

When the dozens of young men shouted out the rage and hatred in their hearts, it completely ignited the flames of resentment in the hearts of all the other young men.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them all!"

“......”

For a moment, the crowd was agitated. Their voices became louder and louder, and the atmosphere became more and more intense.

Immediately after, the slogan of over a million young people resounded in this world in an orderly and loud manner.

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