"Damn it, I'm going to gnaw his head into a skeleton myself!"
The most powerful leader of the violent headhunters looked at the palms that turned into light green and roared angrily.
The poisonous gas in the swamp is not very powerful, but it attacks quickly and penetrates into the body at a helpless speed. He can feel the poisonous gas like countless small maggots squirming in his body, and his bone marrow is itching and numbing.
They were all a little numb and weak.
To give a rough estimate, if he fell into a swamp once and was hit by some poisonous gas, he would probably only be able to exert 70% of his combat effectiveness before finding a wizard to detoxify him. But no one cares, even if it is only 70% of his combat effectiveness, it would be enough to take down Enzo.
They are.
After raising the flag and waving it, a large group of barbarians bypassed this troublesome swamp and pounced on Enzo and others who were walking slowly like wolves and tigers. The wind blowing in front of them carried a strong smell of sea.
The smell let the barbarians know that they were not far from the seaside. If Enzo and the others could not be chopped off their heads as soon as possible, the prey would probably escape.
Letting so many heads slip through your fingers? That is an absolutely intolerable felony.
"Kill them, chop them to death, chop off their heads and offer them to our gods!"
The barbarians roared crazily, and their eyes lit up when they looked at Enzo and the others who were walking slowly.
High in the sky, a silver-white guillemot flew slowly by. The guillemot's eyes were flashing with strange will-o'-the-wisps. It overlooked everything happening on the earth from a high position, overlooking every move of Enzo and the barbarians like a god.
On a hill hundreds of miles away from here, a man and a woman stood side by side. A light curtain with a radius of 100 meters in front of them slowly flickered, showing everything the sea turtle saw in front of them. The man had two eyes on his left and right cheeks.
Apart from the three light red magic lines, he was no different from a strong human man.
His identity can only be identified by the huge golden lion head ring he wears on his finger. He is known as the royal family among the orcs. He is a member of the golden lion clan who often sits on the throne of the emperor of the orcs. This man looks like he is only twenty years old.
A young man in his early years. There are no orc characteristics in his body, and he has fewer orc characteristics than the golden werewolf captured by Enzo. Obviously, his bloodline is purer.
Tall and mighty, every move exudes the dignity of a king. The deep eyes are shining with the light of wisdom. The golden lion clan is a rare and powerful race among the orcs with both strength and wisdom. This young man of the golden lion clan
He stood there with his hands behind his back. From time to time he turned his head to look at the tall woman standing side by side.
Wearing an extremely gorgeous set of huge divine robes with red and yellow as the main colors and embroidered with countless magic patterns, her face was covered with a layer of white gauze, only revealing two beautiful eyes that were as bright as stars. This woman
He is extremely tall, almost as tall as the young man from the Golden Lion clan next to him, and is a full head taller than an ordinary man.
If Lin Qi were here, he would definitely call a ghost - the saint of the Desert Temple of Continental Bridge, Yin Qingyue, the saint who holds supreme power in the Desert Temple. Appeared impressively at the edge of the Odin Icefield, and was with the orcs.
Members of the royal family mingled together.
The two of them watched the images in the light screen quietly. When the violent headhunters were about to catch up with Enzo and the others, the golden lion young man said in a deep voice: "A bunch of brainless idiots! But, these are the violent headhunters and the others.
fighting style. There is no other way to deal with these guys. Let them fend for themselves on the battlefield. This is the only way."
Yin Qingyue nodded, with a hint of smile in her soft and sweet voice: "Can't even His Highness Leon control these people?"
Golden Lion Leon shook his head and let out a long sigh: "It's easy to say if they are from other orc or barbarian tribes. But the violent headhunters, their brains are not fully developed... They must be born with incomplete brain development.
, so even I can't control them. Just let them go, anyway, they are very powerful in fighting and usually listen to instructions, so that's enough."
Yin Qingyue laughed softly and said lightly: "They are very tenacious when fighting and are not afraid of death...So, can your Highness lend me one hundred and two hundred thousand violent headhunters? The Continental Bridge lacks
Such a brave and courageous warrior."
Leon took a deep look at Yin Qingyue, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded generously.
"If you want, I can lend you all the warriors from the thirty-seven tribes of violent headhunters attached to my name. There are probably one million powerful barbarian warriors. They are on the frontal battlefield.
Enough to destroy three times more regular human legions."
With a cold snort, Leon said calmly: "These barbarians have very strong fecundity and survivability, so their population is growing very fast. Even if Her Royal Highness the Saint loses all of them in battle, we just need to try our best to kill them."
If they bring back their heads, their tribe will also be satisfied.”
Yin Qingyue's eyes flickered for a while, then she nodded slowly.
Leon showed a smile as bright as the sun. He smiled at Yin Qingyue and said: "There's nothing interesting to see. This stupid human team is dead. Instead of watching their death scene of struggling and wailing, would Your Highness the Saint be interested in tasting my juice?"
Tea art? I have high-quality tea from the Eastern Continent here, not the tea bricks used by those black-hearted merchants from the Western Continent to deceive the lower-level tribes."
Yin Qingyue smiled softly, turned around and walked down the hillside. There was indeed nothing to see. A mere three hundred humans faced hundreds of crazy and violent headhunters, and their fate was unknown. Although Enzo had
There are many evil magic scrolls, but this is not enough to widen the gap in their strength.
Leon, the golden lion, is not annoying, Yin Qingyue squinted her eyes and thought. If she has a good talk with this golden lion, who is not annoying, maybe through him, she can convince the leaders of the alien races in the Odin Icefield.
The elders of the Desert Temple have returned empty-handed from the Titan Icefield, the legendary God's Fall Icefield. They have not found a way to bring the Desert God back to life. What makes these elders crazy is that not only are they empty-handed
Returned, and the Desert Temple's most dangerous source of god pool disappeared without a trace, and the Desert Temple's treasures for countless years were also swept away.
The angry group of elders beat the head of the temple to death, and the saint Yin Qingyue was also greatly affected. Although she still barely maintains her position as a saint, her power is in jeopardy. She must do something to restore it.
own reputation and power.
The only feasible way for Yin Qingyue now is to form a coalition of Khanates within the control of the Desert Temple, break through the iron cliff defense line in the easternmost part of the Western Continent, and let the sturdy nomadic cavalry sack the entire eastern plain of the Western Continent, using mountains of
The harvest calmed the anger of the elders and exchanged the support of those powerful khanates.
In this way, even if Yin Qingyue cannot become a saint in the desert temple, she can at least hold the position of temple master or high priest. Even if she joins the elders for retirement, it will be better than being thrown directly into the abyss by the ruthless elders of the elders.
powerful.
Leon is the partner that Yin Qingyue found through various channels.
With Leon's promise, if there are really a million violent headhunters for Yin Qingyue, the certainty of breaking through the Iron Cliff Defense Line will be much greater. You must know that the Iron Cliff Defense Line mainly protects against those scattered continental bridges.
The Nomads' defense is far inferior to that of the Norman Battle Fortress. If a powerful foreign army attacks the Iron Cliff Battle Fortress, it is likely that they will be defeated in one fell swoop.
Yin Qingyue, who had already made up her mind as she walked, chuckled and said, "I didn't expect His Highness Leon to be not only powerful, but also so knowledgeable. Even Qingyue herself is not very proficient in such an elegant thing as tea art."
Leon laughed loudly, his aggressive eyes swept across Yin Qingyue's bumpy body, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Then, you have to make sure that your Highness the Saint has a good time. Well, I have already sent someone to inform Father.
, you will be able to meet your father soon."
The two of them walked down the hill, and the magic light curtain arranged by Yin Qingyue exploded into countless fragmented light spots.
Under the hillside is a camp that stretches for several miles. A large group of strong lion warriors and desert temple guards patrol around the camp, killing all creatures that dare to approach. Wherever Yin Qingyue and Leon passed by, all the lions and temple guards
The guards knelt down and saluted one after another. The camp was quiet, but not a single sound could be heard.
Leon led Yin Qingyue into a huge royal tent made of golden leather, and soon the elegant fragrance of tea came from the tent.
Beneath the high-flying guillemot, Enzo looked back at the violent headhunter who was approaching less than 300 steps away from him. He suddenly roared wildly, turned around, gripped the repeating crossbow, and quickly pulled the trigger.
The soldiers under his command turned around in unison, making a loud "rattling" sound when they clicked their fingers. Nearly a thousand crossbow arrows tore through the air, making a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and plunged headlong into the queue of barbarians rushing towards them.
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Those celestial barbarians waved their weapons and awkwardly split apart the arrows that were shot in front of them. However, three celestial barbarians were still shot through their bodies by pure steel arrows, bringing with them a stream of bloody arrows.
The other barbarians did not have such good luck. Under the fire of nearly a thousand crossbow arrows, at least hundreds of barbarians howled miserably as their bodies were pierced by as few as three to five and as many as six or seven crossbow arrows.
A hole the size of a bowl.
Hundreds of barbarians rolled and fell to the ground. More than fifty people were shot and killed on the spot, and nearly fifty others were seriously injured. Their rolling bodies tripped their companions behind them, and suddenly a large group of barbarians rolled in embarrassment.
On the ground.
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