Hundreds of ethnic groups are fighting here, charging back and forth again and again.
The loser will either be killed on the spot, or survive and escape deep into the swamp, hoping to save a small life.
On the shore, after a wave of charges, the two sides fought in close quarters, then fought and retreated, keeping distance from each other, and converging on their own camp.
On one side is the beast tribe headed by the tauren, which includes weak races such as sheep-headed men and rabbit-headed men, as well as large ones such as deer-headed men and horse-headed men. We even saw two beasts covered with thick long hair.
Elephant-headed man.
Looking at its composition, most of them are herbivores.
On the other side are the carnivores led by the ogres, among which there are also many strange groups gathered.
Many races used to make a living on the other side of the Great Lake. After the accident in the Great Lake, these races lost their food sources and could only enter the Great Swamp and compete with the indigenous people here for pasture and hunting grounds.
The tauren looked at the scattered corpses on the battlefield, with both anger and fear in their eyes.
Because the enemy was cleaning the battlefield and collecting corpses, but the other side collected the corpses of both sides, and the corpses of many herbivores were also dragged away.
It goes without saying that these corpses will be used as food. Many carnivores cannot resist the temptation of flesh and blood and enjoy a gluttonous feast on the spot.
However, the tauren dare not speak out when they are angry.
The opponent's strength is too strong, especially the warriors of the ogre clan, who seem to have endless power. Even the two elephant-headed men on their side are no match for them together.
If the tauren clan hadn't spent four warriors to hold back the ogre warriors, the two elephant-headed men would have fallen on the battlefield.
If that is the case, not only will the strength be reduced, but morale will also suffer a fatal blow, and it may even cause a major rout.
The tauren chief inquired about the injuries of the two elephant-headed men, then walked to the battlefield, puffed out a few breaths of white air, and shouted loudly: "Ogre, come out and speak."
Upon hearing the tauren's words, the beasts on the opposite side immediately erupted into all kinds of roars, and the carnivores showed their fangs and sharp teeth to demonstrate towards the herbivores.
"Kneel down and surrender, or I will kill you all."
"Food is not qualified to negotiate terms with us."
"Rush over and kill them all."
Hearing the shouting from the other side, the Tauren race all became angry.
The two injured elephant-headed men also stood up again with the help of other comrades. While chewing water plants salvaged from the swamp to replenish their strength, they breathed white air and stared at the figure of the ogre warrior.
The most powerful opponent is the Ogre Warrior. As long as this guy is killed, the remaining chickens and dogs will be useless.
Under the focus of everyone, the ogre warrior walked forward with a wild smile.
Every step would cause the earth to shake, and the nearby swamp would also see waves rolling and mud surging.
Every time the ogre warrior takes a step forward, the tauren chief will take a step back. However, one step of the ogre warrior is equivalent to ten steps of the tauren chief. In a few breaths, the ogre warrior will stand still in front of the tauren chief.
The ogre warrior squatted down, staring at the tauren in front of him with his two heads on the left and right.
"It's useless to beg for mercy. What I want is food, not peace."
"That's right, what I want is flesh and blood, your tribute is useless."
After saying that, the ogre warrior coughed a few times, then his throat squirmed and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
Something rolled out of the spit, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a horn.
The tauren chief immediately recognized the identity of the horn, but he did not have a fit, but said coldly: "If we really push us to a dead end, even if you win, half of you will die. And you ogres, except
You all have to die!"
As soon as the tauren chief finished speaking, all the herbivorous animals behind him roared and got into a desperate fight posture.
The two heads of the ogre looked at each other, one nodded and the other shook his head.
"It's possible what he said."
"But it doesn't matter. The more people die, the more food there is."
"Okay, kill them."
When the tauren chief saw that the ogre warrior had no intention of compromising, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, and then he drove the wooden stake in his hand heavily into the ground.
Boom!
A circular shock wave swayed in all directions, the hearts of all living beings were struck, and a strange feeling instantly spread throughout the body.
The ogre who bore the brunt felt it even more profoundly, as the impact seemed to cut his soul in half.
"Despicable tauren, you are using a trick."
The ogre wanted to stand up, but at this time, clusters of new goose-yellow leaves came out from the wooden pile.
The leaves grew wildly, and quickly changed from goose yellow to emerald green, and then to dark green. At the same time, more than a dozen branches stretched out towards the ogre, like ropes and chains, tightly binding it.
The ogre warrior, whose hands were bound, sat down on the ground, awkwardly raised his legs and kicked towards the wooden stake.
But at this time, roots emerged from the ground, tightly wrapped around the ogre warrior's legs, and slowly dug into his flesh with a heart-wrenching crunching sound.
"attack!"
The tauren chief roared with red eyes.
Behind them, deer-headed men, horse-headed men, and even sheep-headed men all launched a charge, and even bunny-headed men and rat-headed men jumped after them.
The two elephant-headed men rejoined the battle. They wisely avoided the ogre warriors, and then rushed toward the other ogre members with a bang.
At the same time, a group of more than a dozen centaurs appeared on the edge of the battlefield, accelerated after a brief run-up, and then rushed straight towards the carnivore camp.
The carnivores were leaderless and were attacked from both sides. They could only fight on their own. In an instant, they were scattered by the herbivores, and then there was a bloody hand-to-hand fight.
The creatures with red eyes don't care about their wisdom and strength. They all attack the enemies around them with sharp fangs or sharp horns and giant hooves.
The most eye-catching thing on the battlefield is the centaur team.
With their powerful impact, they cut through the array of predators with ease. Every time they charged, the long knives in their hands would bring up a string of human heads flying high into the sky.
That's right, a long knife.
If the guess is correct, it should be a long knife made by Ironforge City. After all, Ironforge City is the only place selling metal weapons within a thousand miles.
Even though the thick skin of the ogres could not block the dragging of the metal sword, other races were even more unbearable. The centaur team entered and exited seven times and quickly defeated the carnivores.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, some races immediately called on their tribesmen to leave the battlefield and flee far away, and then more races rubbed oil on their soles.
In just two or three minutes, the ogre warrior who thought he was sure of victory became a polished commander.
The ogre members other than him were all killed or injured under the elephant-headed people's careful care. Those of other races who were killed or injured, and those who were unscathed all became deserters and withdrew from the battlefield.
At this time, the cold wind was blowing and the fallen leaves were fluttering.
The branches and roots wrapped around the ogre warriors withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The ogre warrior broke free with a little effort, then raised his big foot and stepped on the wooden stake that trapped him.
The tauren chief had no way to hide or dodge. He had just sacrificed his life to exert the power of the totem pole, and he had reached the end of his life.
However, for being able to trap the ogre warriors for such a long time, the tauren chief was worth it.
The moment the ogre warrior's foot fell, the tauren chief used his last strength to push down the wooden stake, and then covered it under him.
Then there was a crackling sound of bones, and a muffled sound of broken bones rubbing against skin and flesh.
In the distance, Yang Muyun sighed.
This tauren chief is also a character. He not only defeated the strong with the weak, but also killed his opponent. If he can survive, he will definitely make a big name.
What a pity, what a pity.
Dashi looked at the ogre warrior with burning eyes.
"Chief, is this guy also a god?"
Yang Muyun nodded, "Normal ogres are only two to three times as tall as you. This guy is almost seven or eight times as tall as you. He must have strengthened his body through faith."
Dashi clicked his tongue in admiration, "Chief, let's do it, I want to fight the ogre."
But Yang Muyun shook his head and said: "No! Kill those centaurs first!"
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