The young tauren are still passionate and want to fight the demonized tauren, but some older tauren don't see it that way. They feel that Mou Mou has made the wrong decision.
The land of the ancestors is indeed important, but the more important thing is the tribe. His behavior is undoubtedly leading the tribe to death. Just a hundred or so of them, resisting more than a hundred demonized tauren, is tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone.
, will undoubtedly die.
They are not afraid of death, but they cannot let the entire tribe be destroyed. The old tauren can stay to contain the enemy, but at least the young tauren and children must be sent out.
"We stay and let the children leave!"
"No, we won't leave, we will fight with the clan leader!"
"Yes, fight together!"
"You will die..."
The tauren were noisy and chaotic. The older tauren tried to persuade the enthusiastic young tauren, but the effect was not very good. After all, the nature of the tauren is stubbornness. Anyway, I have decided. No matter what you say, I won’t give up.
, I love you so much, you can kill me if you can.
Mou Mou couldn't stand it any longer. The totem pole hit the ground again, and the dull sound stopped the clan members' verbal war.
Looking at the quiet clansmen, Mou Mou spoke firmly and slowly, "Listen to me, we are not fighting alone! We have allies and reinforcements, and we can hold on!"
An old tauren walked out of the crowd tremblingly, leaning on a wooden stick, "Chief, tell the truth to everyone, where did we get the reinforcements, and who are the reinforcements?"
"The undead are the undead who fought alongside us last time. They are our reinforcements." Mou Mou showed his cards.
When they heard that the reinforcements were undead, the surrounding tauren were stunned. They thought it was other tauren tribes who would come to help them, but they didn't expect that they were undead, and their hearts beat loudly again.
It is true that the undead did not attack them last time, nor did they go around killing them like the legend said, but this does not mean that the other party is kind. How could the patriarch believe those guys?
"We don't have much time. I have communicated with the Lord of the Dead and he promised to help us."
"Clan leader, even with the help of the undead, we still may not be able to deal with so many enemies."
It's a good thing to have helpers, but whether the helpers can defeat the demonized tauren is another matter. Last time there were only a dozen demonized tauren, but this time there are more than a hundred. They really don't believe that the undead can
Deal with so many demonized tauren.
Dudu——dudu——
Mou Mou wanted to say something else, but horns sounded outside the tribe. While they were making a noise, the demonized tauren arrived.
The expressions of the tauren in the tribe suddenly changed. Now, they no longer had to consider whether to fight or run away. They had no choice but to defend.
"Take up arms and come with me!"
Mou Mou carried the totem pole and greeted the tauren. Each young or mature tauren picked up their own totem poles and followed him towards the outside of the tribe.
Under the moonlight, a group of gray-black tauren came outside the tribe. Their eyes were red, full of violent and crazy evil intentions. They were not here to kill, but to take revenge!
No nonsense, the demonized tauren launched an attack on the tribe. Mou Mou led the tauren in the tribe to swarm out, waving the totem pole to meet the enemy, and the cry of killing rang out in the empty wasteland.
Mou Mou and the others were not as numerous as the other side, and their fighting power was also weaker than the other side, but they were like trapped beasts with no way out. They fought with all their might, and they really blocked the attack of the demonized tauren, but everyone knew that this
It's just temporary. When their physical strength is insufficient, everything will be over.
…
"Tauren will never be slaves!"
"For the glory of our ancestors!"
Boom boom boom——
With roars and totem poles being smashed down, the tauren of the Tab tribe, their eyes red, struggled to resist the attack of the demonized tauren.
Mou Mou shouted and kept attacking, but he kept paying attention to the surrounding situation from the corner of his eyes. The situation had become bad. The strength of the tribe had begun to fade. Facing the attacking demonized tauren, they were completely holding on.
fighting.
The undead still did not appear.
He did not dare to show the slightest eagerness in his heart. He could only wave the totem pole in his hand again and again to repel the charging demonized tauren. He was the backbone of the tribe and the source of the tribe's confidence. As long as he did not waver,
The tribesmen will still be full of hope.
The attack became more and more fierce, and more and more tribesmen fell. Mou Mou felt his heart twitching. This was his friend, his brother, and his elder, who died like this.
The totem pole in his hand became heavy, and every time he waved it, more energy was consumed. Mou Mou's breathing became heavy, and white smoke continued to spray out of his nostrils. As the leader of the clan, he was the one standing at the front, blocking the way.
The enemy's charge is most ferocious. At this point in the battle, his strength is insufficient.
If the undead doesn't come back, they will really die here.
Until now, Mou Mou has never doubted whether Li Ziyu was playing a trick on him, nor has he regretted leading his tribe to resist the demonized tauren.
Just when he smashed the totem pole again and knocked a demonized tauren away, he suddenly heard the exclamations of the tribesmen.
"what is that!"
The stalemate battlefield suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to the distance, where dust was flying and rattling, just like a storm in the desert, sweeping in.
In the dust that filled the sky, a tall white fortress was gradually revealed. It was built with countless skeletons. It was terrifying and majestic at the same time. Soul fires ignited, and the undead shook their weapons and let out soul roars.
"Reinforcements——"
"It's the undead!"
"We are saved, rush!"
The tauren have never felt that the undead were so cute for a moment. The blood in their bodies boiled again. They gritted their teeth and rushed towards the demonized tauren with all their strength.
Li Ziyu stood on the top of the main building, overlooking the distance. The corners of his mouth slowly raised into a sinister smile. He raised his hand and pointed to the battlefield, "All troops attack!"
A large amount of soul energy was injected into the skeleton engine, and the soul fire burned more fiercely. The alien skull opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, driving the tall fortress, with terrifying oppression, straight towards the demonized tauren.
.
Facing the mobile fortress that was traveling at high speed and more than 30 meters high, no matter how stupid the demonized tauren were, they did not dare to resist. They all dodged and made room for the fortress, allowing the fortress to rush into the crowd. The undead and the subordinates
He jumped down from the fortress like a dumpling, brandishing his weapon and pounced on the demonized tauren.
The fighting power of the skeletal undead is far inferior to that of the demonized tauren. Even the tauren can easily defeat them, but they cannot withstand the huge number. More than two thousand skeletal undead can deal with more than a hundred demonized tauren. The power disparity is huge and huge.
what is the relationship?
More than a dozen undead surrounded a demonized tauren, without any defense at all, and attacked fiercely with their weapons. The demonized tauren roared in anger, and beat several undead to pieces, but he also fell to the ground and became a corpse.