Dashi originally wanted to fight the ogre with fists and fists, but Yang Muyun drove the wolf to swallow the tiger and let the centaur and the ogre fight first.
I thought I could beat up the drowned dog and get a bargain, but I didn't expect that Yang Muyun still had no intention of taking action.
Losing his temper, Dashi could only send a message to the surrounding creatures watching the battle, ordering them to submit their names.
Kobolds and Goblins also stood up one after another, patrolling all the races present with malicious intent.
It was as if I wanted to carve their names and looks into my mind, and then settle the accounts one by one.
At this time, three lizard-like creatures quietly turned around and ran away close to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Yang Muyun snorted coldly, then rushed out, jumped up and down on the rocks, and quickly approached the three lizards.
Seeing Yang Muyun rushing towards him, the leader of the lizard was shocked and said, "Barbarian, you can get out if you can't do anything. Why don't you keep your words?"
Yang Muyun raised his hand and patted the lizard on the head. The lizard swung its neck, opened its mouth and bit Yang Muyun's hand, and silently swiped its big tail toward Yang Muyun's back.
But Yang Muyun moved faster. The five fingers of his left hand were spread out, with the thumb at the bottom and the other four at the top, leaving a ten-finger-width space in the middle.
The lizard's mouth stretched out at exactly this moment, and the width of its mouth opening was exactly ten fingers.
Yang Muyun clenched his left hand tightly, and then lifted it up. His right hand pointed like a knife. The nails imbued with the power of faith were as sharp as a knife, and they sneered across the lizard's neck.
Poof!
Blood spattered, and the lizard's pupils grew instantly. The headless body shook, and then fell to the side, carried by its tail.
Yang Muyun said calmly: "If you don't do anything, you will either die or get out!"
After speaking, Yang Muyun waved his hand, and the lizard's head rolled out like a rubber ball.
Unfortunately, the head was not very round, so it only rolled a few times and then stopped.
Yang Muyun shook off the blood on his hand and looked down at the remaining two lizards.
"How do you two want to get out?"
The two lizards immediately screamed and turned around, then rushed towards the ogre desperately.
Yang Muyun shook his right hand and swept around the battlefield. The other creatures came to their senses and quickly mustered up their strength to rush towards the ogre.
The ogre warriors are indeed terrifying. They have great strength and can use magic. They can easily kill all creatures in one-on-one situations.
However, there is no one-on-one.
There are hundreds of races, large and small, on both sides of the war, as well as many wandering creatures. Who doesn't have two brushes in his hands?
Even if you can't kill the ogre, you can still leave a few teeth marks on it.
When the ogre saw this scene, he immediately panicked. He put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but as soon as his broken leg hit the ground, he screamed and fell back down.
By this time, two lizards had already rushed in.
The ogre slapped the ground with his palm, and the two lizards nimbly dodged it. They were about to open their mouths and bite the ogre's arm, but unexpectedly, the ogre's palm pressed to the ground burst into flames, and the lizards that were close at hand did not have time to suffer.
When he screamed, he was burned into two charred corpses.
However, this scene failed to frighten the many creatures that followed, but instead stimulated their fighting spirit.
Ogres cannot use fire continuously. There is a gap in between, and this gap is a good opportunity for everyone to attack.
In the previous battles, the elephant-headed men and tauren were the main force against the ogres, and they had a head-to-head confrontation with them for a long time.
Especially the tauren suffered heavy casualties at the hands of the ogres, and even the chief was trampled to death by the ogres.
Even if Yang Muyun didn't say anything about the surrender, they would still wait for an opportunity to take revenge. Now that there are so many creatures fighting side by side, how can the tauren be left behind?
Soon, the ogre's body was covered with all kinds of creatures. These creatures bit it with their teeth, scratched it with their claws, and tried to tear off a piece of flesh from the ogre's body.
Some short rat-headed men and rabbit-headed men looked for opportunities to get into the ogre's ears, nose, and huge wounds in the chest and abdomen.
The ogre roared in horror, and kept pulling at his body with his hands, kneading out balls of blood and minced meat.
However, more and more creatures rushed forward, especially the two elephant-headed men, who pressed their huge bodies on the ogre's arms. The other creatures immediately rushed forward like arhats.
The ogre's body became heavier and heavier. He struggled several times to raise his arms, but as soon as he left the ground, he was unable to do so and could only smash back down.
The fire was shining brightly in the palm of my hand. Apart from burning a few unlucky guys who didn't know how to move, the fireball was more like a firework. It had no meaning other than being beautiful.
The ogre's life has entered a countdown.
In the distance, Dashi waved his big stick anxiously, "Chief, let me go up. I will touch it, just once."
Yang Muyun shook his head and said, "Dashi, remember, don't take risks easily, be careful and sail the ten-thousand-year ship, do you understand?"
Dashi scratched his head, "What is a ship?"
Yang Muyun choked for a moment, and then sighed, "Many races have ancient inheritances, and they have more or less tools with special powers. If the ogre has another trump card, can you withstand it?
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Dashi was silent.
The tauren were beaten so hard by the ogre warriors that they could not lift their heads, and the defeat of the herbivorous creatures was certain.
However, the tauren sacrificed a wooden stake and immediately reversed the situation. Although the ogre warriors were helpless, they killed most of the other carnivorous creatures.
The centaur was also vulnerable to the ogre, but with a small horn, the centaur severely wounded the ogre and cut off one of its feet.
Dashi couldn't help but think: If it were him, how long would he be able to hold on?
Yang Muyun patted Dashi on the shoulder and said, "Our tribe is too poor and has no foundation. We cannot compare with those wealthy families who have piles of heirlooms."
Finally, the ogre burst out with a high-pitched roar, and then there was complete silence.
Then, other creatures cheered crazily.
Yang Muyun knew that the ogre warrior was dead.
But at this time, the cheers turned into exclamations, and many creatures screamed and ran around.
As if the sun was rising, an orange-red light lit up in the ogre's belly.
The light shines, then dims, then shines again, then dims again, like a beating heart.
The fire became more and more intense, and finally there was a roar and the earth shook.
Yang Muyun raised his hand and waved, blowing away the mud and corpses flying towards him, and then looked at the big stone with a half-smile.
Dashi raised his hand and wiped the dirt on his face, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself: Fortunately, I didn't go.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, the ogre's corpse was at the center, and everything within a thirty-step radius was reduced to scorched earth, while the ground within a hundred-step radius was completely shaved off.
There were hundreds of creatures that besieged the ogres just now, but the number of survivors was only thirty or fifty.
Several tauren were blown to pieces, but their mouths were still moving and chewing, and thick blood dripped from the corners of their mouths and flowed into the wounds between their chests and abdomen.
The two elephant-headed men, who were thick-skinned and thick-skinned, shook their heads, then walked over to sit next to the tauren.
The other surviving creatures also panted with lingering fear, thankful that they were blessed with good fortune, and at the same time secretly looked at Yang Muyun, waiting for Yang Muyun's fate.
Before, we had thousands of people, and if we worked together we could give the barbarians a run for their money.
But now, the full dozen count is less than a hundred, and everyone is injured. Let alone fighting with barbarians, beating goblins is enough.
Yang Muyun looked at all this with satisfaction and said calmly: "Very good! You can live in my territory from now on, and you will be my protector from now on."
Hearing this, many creatures all breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, it's over.
Yang Muyun called on the kobolds and goblins to clean up the battlefield and clean up the corpses on the ground.
At this time, the surviving tauren stood up unsteadily and came to Yang Muyun step by step.
The two elephant-headed men seemed to have regained some strength, and they stood up and walked towards Yang Muyun step by step.
Dashi held the stick vigilantly, then took a step forward, standing between the tauren and Yang Muyun, his muscles tensed up, ready to go.
The tauren coughed, and then slowly knelt down on the ground.
"Barbarian Chief, we are willing to be loyal to you in exchange for your protection."
Yang Muyun originally planned to kill people and silence them. Only by killing the tauren can he legitimately occupy the wooden stake with strange power.
The tauren chief tried his best to knock down the wooden pile before being trampled to death by the ogre. Fortunately, the wooden pile was saved.
From that moment on, Yang Muyun began to miss him.
But he didn't expect that the tauren saw through his thoughts and even pulled the elephant-headed man to seek refuge with him.
After looking at the tauren and then at the two elephant-headed men, Yang Muyun weighed it up and finally nodded.