Yang Muyun doesn't care about herbivorous creatures or carnivorous creatures.
Yang Muyun cares about what is useful to him and what is useless to him.
Moreover, Yang Muyun has broken away from low-level tastes and is no longer obsessed with the desire for fur and flesh. Instead, he has risen to high-level tastes and desires spiritual beliefs.
That's why Yang Muyun targeted the centaurs.
Because these guys are so powerful, if they hadn't intervened, both the herbivorous creatures and the carnivorous creatures would have been injured in the fight. In the end, the centaurs picked up the pieces and won the fruits of victory.
Yang Muyun doesn't care who eats grass and fishes on his own territory, but Yang Muyun cares about who dominates him.
Neither centaurs nor ogres can do it. This land can only have one voice and one belief.
On the other side, Dashi rushed to the battlefield between the sheep-headed man and the wolf-headed man.
"Everyone listen carefully and stay back. Whoever dares not to listen will die!"
The Wolf King recognized Dashi's identity, and when he saw more than twenty kobolds and hundreds of goblins behind Dashi, he immediately shrunk his neck and roared, calling his people to retreat.
Upon hearing the Wolf King's order, all members of the wolf pack calmed down, then let go of the sheep-headed man and cautiously stepped back.
Dashi is very satisfied.
The wolf-headed man is still very obedient.
But at this time, a goat-headed man was unconvinced and rushed towards his opponent with a kick of his hind legs. The wolf-headed man was caught on the waist by the goat's horns, and he suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Dashi's face disappeared instantly and he rushed forward.
After the goat-headed men finished killing their opponents, they immediately retreated back into the group.
Seeing the barbarians approaching, the leader of the sheep-headed men stepped forward quickly.
"Barbarian warriors, wolf-headed men often bully us, and today we finally have a chance to take revenge. Since you said to stop, I will give you a face and spare these guys, but next time we meet, they will not
Such good luck."
Other sheep-headed men also gathered behind the leader, lowering their heads and flashing their sharp horns to bolster their leader's reputation.
Dashi smiled and scolded "idiot", and then smashed it down with a stick. Before the sheep-headed leader had time to react, his head was smashed by the stick. The headless body turned several hollows in place under the impact of the remaining force.
Somersaulted, and then fell heavily to the ground.
When the other sheep-headed men saw this scene, they rushed towards the boulder with red eyes.
Dashi didn't waste any time, and swiped the ice crystal stick in his hand.
The dense collision of flesh was accompanied by the crackling sound of bones. Four or five sheep-headed men had their heads smashed into pieces, with blood splattering in the neck cavity and hot air flowing freely.
The other sheep-headed men lowered their heads and accelerated their charge. When they were about to arrive, they jumped towards the target. The sharp sheep's horns were like daggers, and there were two bloody holes when they hit it.
The wolf-headed men cried out in agony after being beaten by this move. Now almost all of them were defeated and injured. Seeing that the big stone had become the target of the sheep's fire, they all sighed: It's over.
After the barbarian dies, he will certainly not be able to escape.
But Dashi was not afraid, he laughed wildly and waved his stick, hitting one, two, and two.
If the sheep-headed men were running away, Dashi would have to run around to chase and kill them, but now the sheep-headed men were sent one after another, and Dashi could kill a bunch of them without even lifting his feet.
The ice crystal rod is already heavy, but the weight is increased by the power of faith infused into the boulder. Its material has long surpassed steel, and the skull of a sheep-headed man cannot collide with it head-on.
After paying more than twenty lives, the sheep-headed men finally gave up and turned around and ran away.
But at this time, Dashi waved his hand, and the kobolds rushed out at the same time, and the goblins also moved their short legs to chase after them.
The sheep-headed men ran very fast, but the kobolds wearing red star robes ran even faster.
Each step on the ground will be cushioned, reducing wear on the soles of the feet and ankles, and there will also be a rebound force, allowing the kobold to lift its feet faster and step further.
In just a dozen breaths, the goat-headed man was thrown to the ground by the kobolds. The goblins who followed him waved their sticks and slapped the goat-headed man on the head and face.
Dashi came step by step to the sheep-headed man at the end, and the sheep-headed man immediately held up his hands and begged for mercy.
Dashi waved his hand to the kobold pressing on the sheep-headed man, "Go away."
The kobold stood up helplessly and moved aside.
The sheep-headed man thought that begging for mercy would work, and immediately held his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but at this time, a big rock hit him with a stick.
Licking the cold blood on the stick, Dashi said: "Stay away next time, sheep's blood is bad."
Continuing forward, the big stone killed the sheep-headed men one after another like an execution.
The other creatures around him shivered when they saw this scene.
Barbarians are too cruel.
If they don't agree with each other, they will exterminate the clan.
And it was done in full public view.
Even the sheep-headed man's opponent, the wolf-headed man, shuddered.
The sheep-headed man, who was evenly matched with him and even slightly stronger than him, was so unbearable in the face of the barbarians.
It doesn’t matter that the barbarians are strong, but the goblins are so brave. Are we, the wolf-headed men, not even as good as the goblins?
Stepping on the corpses along the way, Dashi walked to the side of another battle group. Before he could speak, the several races that were fighting in the group all separated with lowered eyebrows and eyes, trying hard to show "I'm good" and "don't cause trouble".
Even the most violent races have become docile.
In the end, Dashi was too lazy to run away one by one, and asked the kobolds and goblins to shout around.
The goblin raised his hands and cautiously walked around the battlefields. He closed his eyes and shouted "truce". When he saw both sides of the battle looking at him at the same time, the goblin instinctively squatted down with his head in his arms.
The imagined blow did not appear, and the deer-headed men, horse-headed men and other races all meekly stopped attacking.
All kinds of carnivorous creatures also gathered together in twos and threes, with their tails between their legs and their ears drooped, and the corners of their eyes and mouth drooping at the same time, showing a posture of surrender.
When the goblins saw this scene, they were all stunned.
These big guys, who would never look at me in the eyes, actually listened to me in a friendly manner and did what I said.
Something touched their fragile hearts, and all the goblins burst into tears.
On the other side, Yang Muyun watched in surprise as bits and pieces of the power of faith flew toward him.
What's going on? Why are there so many powers of faith? What's wrong with the goblins?
As long as everyone contributes the power of faith, why are there still a few goblins who have changed from single shots to continuous shots?
At the same time, the centaur and ogre warriors, who had been confronting each other for a long time, had finished gathering their momentum and started to move at the same time.
The ogre warrior strode towards the centaur, and the centaur immediately retreated in an orderly manner, widening the distance between the two sides.
At the same time, the centaur sent some members to the sides and behind the ogre to complete the siege of the ogre.
The ogre with a thorn on his back quickly turned around and stared at the centaur behind him. Then he thought about it and felt something was wrong, so he turned one of his heads to the left and the other to the right.
Seeing that they could not get around, the centaur began to run with small steps, constantly moving around the ogre warrior, and slowly narrowing the circle while running, approaching the ogre step by step.
The ogre grabbed a tauren corpse from the ground, waved it twice, and then smashed it towards the centaur.
The centaur was strong and agile, moving in a Z-shape to avoid the rolling cow. The moment it rushed into the blind spot of the ogre's vision, it made a horizontal charge towards the ogre's knees.
He did not slash with the knife, because doing so would affect his stability. Once the knife got stuck in the ogre's flesh, it might stall, and stalling would mean death.
The centaur placed the long knife at his side, and with the power of rapid charge, he brought the blade close to the ogre's raised calf.
The blade dragged and cut open the ogre's skin in an instant. The centaur rushed out like the wind, and the thin spurt of blood did not even touch the hair on the horse's tail.