The power of the battery was so great that it knocked down a large area at once. The pig-headed man who originally had the numerical advantage was instantly destroyed in half. The remaining half looked at the big boulder covered in blood, as well as the hill-like elephant-headed man, and
Yang Muyun, who had not made any move from beginning to end, retreated one by one.
Just now I thought that the opponent was out of strength, so I could easily win by charging forward and making random moves, but I didn't expect that I would end up with more than a hundred heads.
At this rate, one more wave and they will be gone.
"Clan leader, our strong man is not here, there are several strong men on the opposite side, we can't win."
The mane-clad pig-headed leader scolded: "Who said there was no such thing? I have already called for it and will be here soon."
After saying that, the pig-headed tribe leader shouted to the tribe to surround the barbarians and not let the barbarians escape.
Yang Muyun wished he could delay for a little longer and let his people recover their strength, so naturally he would not attack easily.
But not taking the initiative to attack doesn't mean being idle and doing nothing.
The elephant-headed man squatted on the ground, put the basket full of marbles on his belly, and his long nose went up and down, expanding and contracting.
Every attack can accurately hit the pig-headed man. Whenever it hits, the skin will be torn apart without exception, and the critical part will be fatal.
The pig-headed man looked for cover and hid behind tree trunks and rocks. However, the goblins in the trees reported their positions one after another. The elephant-headed man was like a sniper with full perspective, knowing the pig-headed man's position very well.
You're hiding behind a tree, right? OK, do you know if you can go through the board?
The tree trunk is too thick to penetrate, okay, did you know that the slime pinball will bounce back?
The two elephant-headed men became more and more skilled, and the frequency of attacks became faster and faster. Listening to the continuous screams, the pig-headed man chief's heart and stomach were all broken.
If I had known earlier, I would have pinched my nose and endured it, why should I pursue it?
It's good now, I can't fight if I fight, I can't run if I run, I'm in a dilemma.
Hearing the goblin above him chirping to announce the time, the leader of the pig-headed man felt irritated and picked up a stone and threw it upward.
The goblin immediately dodged and hid behind the tree trunk, digging its slender fingers into the bark of the tree.
The stone failed to hit the goblin, but instead caused a pile of snow to bury the pig-headed leader.
At this time, a tiger roar roared in the woods, the cold wind howled, and a colorful tiger appeared.
Seeing this big tiger, the pig-headed people all cheered.
Yang Muyun glanced at the big tiger and immediately thought of the giantess's orange cat. Compared with the orange cat, the big tiger in front of him was at best an underage kitten.
Dahu glanced at Yang Muyun and others, and said in human words: "Barbarians, why did you invade my territory and kill my family members?"
Dependents?
This is Dahu who is not only a monster, but also a god who has started to believe in him.
But so what.
Yang Muyun snorted coldly, "The ogre's territory is not bordering ours. What are your intentions in letting the ogre cross the border?"
Next to the barbarians is the pig-headed man, and next to the pig-headed man is the ogre. There was a brawl in the Great Swamp yesterday, and the ogre crossed over the pig-headed man and appeared on the barbarian's territory. To say that the two of them had no dirty business,
Yang Muyun was the first to not believe it.
After hearing Yang Muyun's accusation, Dahu was silent for a few seconds.
"Barbarians, you have annexed the territory of the trolls, but your appetite cannot handle that much territory. It is normal to be missed. The ogres paid the money to buy the way, so they can pass by. You should be glad that I did not attack you yesterday."
Yang Muyun smiled and said, "You are the first to be able to describe coward in such a fresh and refined way. I wonder if your surname is Paper?"
Dahu didn't understand Yang Muyun's sarcasm, but said seriously: "Barbarians, thanks to you, the ogre's territory was taken by me. I could have given you some benefits, and it was not impossible to form an alliance with you. But.
You killed so many of my family members, there must be an explanation for this matter."
As he spoke, Dahu stretched his muscles and bones, raised his head and let out a roar that shook the forest.
Yang Muyun laughed, and the power of faith was poured into his hands. The nails on his ten fingers were all flowing with a faint light. When his hands touched each other, they made a crisp sound of gold and iron.
Dashi also raised the ice crystal stick, instilling the power of faith into it. A layer of frost gathered on the surface of the stick to form an ice shell, then condensed and collapsed, and then another layer of frost condensed on the surface of the stick.
In just a few breaths, the "annual rings" of the big stick increased from 10 to 15 layers, and the weight doubled.
Seeing this scene, Dahu's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.
As a god, it naturally knows what this means. The infusion of the power of faith can enhance the strength of the body and the power of the equipment.
Creatures who have just become gods will have the impatience of not being able to keep any leftovers in the doghouse. As soon as they get a little power of faith, they will use it quickly to keep themselves in the most powerful state at all times.
That's what Dahu is like.
The happiest thing every day is to strengthen all the bones in his body, and then eat his family members who have not developed the power of faith for a long time.
But what about the barbarians opposite?
He actually saved up all the power of faith and made a breakthrough during the battle.
It's like two people starting a PK. Both sides are evenly matched, and it's possible for one to win.
But at this time, Fang Fang suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I'll upgrade it and add some points."
In the blink of an eye, levels were suppressed, equipment was crushed, and this was a hammer blow.
Dahu looked at Yang Muyun and then at Dashi.
The power of faith of the barbarians may have been exhausted, that's all.
That's right, they have only been gods for a few days, how much power of faith can they accumulate?
"Barbarians, your strength has won my respect. You will not be held accountable for hurting my family, but you will have to compensate me for the loss, which is the dried meat carried by 200 people."
Dashi didn't say anything, and the light on the ice crystal stick flashed for a while, adding 5 layers of ice shells again, and the weight of the stick doubled again.
"Barbarians, you are respectable opponents. The fight between us is meaningless. It is better to join forces and divide the hunting ground equally."
Dashi still didn't speak, and the ice crystal rod shone with light again. A layer of ice shell quickly condensed, and then collapsed inward, making the ice crystal rod even more powerful.
Moreover, the light on the stick is still shining.
Seeing this scene, Dahu was very decisive. He turned around and ran away without even saying "you wait".
Looking at the lightning-like figure of the big tiger, Yang Muyun all laughed, and the goblins also cheered in the trees.
On the one hand, the pig-headed man looks ashen.
The god he believed in actually ran away and simply abandoned his followers.
This shameless guy.
Yang Muyun looked at the pig-headed clan leader with a smile, "If there are no believers, we can look for them again, but if we lose our lives, we will have nothing. Do you think it will fight for our lives for you worthless believers?"
The pig-headed tribe leader knelt down instantly, "Barbarian Chief, our tribe is willing to be loyal. We can provide you with three blood meals every month, oh no, four."
Blood food?
Yang Muyun glanced at Dashi, who said: "Blood food is when they take out the tribesmen and offer them to us as tributes."
Yang Muyun glanced at the tiger's back and said, "Is this how you serve that guy?"
The pig-headed man looked confused, "Isn't this normal?"
Yang Muyun secretly thought: Other races are all focused on selling their art, but you are all focused on selling your body. No wonder you became the overlord of the braised food shop.