On the way to the Flame Valley, Liu Zhenshao had been watching these takin people in trance.
Most of the tauren patrollers from Elder Tang Jin's tribe are still patrolling throughout the Raging Flame Continent, so this time, apart from most of the old and weak women and children, there are only thirty adult takin warriors accompanying the tribe, but these three
The majestic momentum of the ten takin people standing together really made Liu shocked and excited.
Within the Behemoth Kingdom, there has always been a saying of "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers". This sentence means that only nine Boer Tauren warriors can be equal to two Tiger warriors.
Although they are the infantry arms that the Behemoth Kingdom relies on, they are brave and brave, but lack the brains to learn combat skills and superb martial arts.
But the takin are not ordinary tauren warriors. The height of each golden ring warrior is comparable to the ordinary giant elephant warriors of the Oleven tribe. Except for the mammoth warriors, there are few existing tribes in Beamon.
Can give birth to strong warriors who surpass them. There are currently no more than 300 adult warriors of the Mammoth clan in the entire Behemoth Kingdom, and there are a total of 7,000 Takin tribes underground, and the number of adult warriors is at least 2,000---
------------------What is this concept?
It takes about ten days to travel from the Black Rhino Tribe's camp to Typhon Giant's Valley of Fire. When it was time to camp, he had nothing to do anyway. Liu Zhenshao asked the panda warriors and the takin warriors to compete a few times and gave it a try.
Try out the martial arts skills of these takin warriors.
As expected, these takin warriors did not disappoint Liu Shock. The three-meter-long metal totem pole was used in a very orderly manner, with a measured advance and retreat, which made Vieri marvel. A metal totem pole weighing more than 400 pounds was simply a piece of cake in their hands.
It waved around like a small bean sprout, which could block or attack. It was a great time to fight with the panda warriors.
The tauren in the history of Behemoth have "double excellence", of which "one uniqueness" refers to the artistic talent of the tauren. The Boers are the musicians who are the best at playing the piano among all the Behemoths. Although this is different from their daunting
The tall body is not very coordinated, but in fact it is so. An ancient saying among Behemoths "Playing the piano to the cow" clearly expresses the tauren's amazing piano skills. This sentence is similar to "Selling water by the Sanggan River"
It means that even the hippo poet does not have the courage to show off his piano skills in front of the tauren musicians. This artistic talent of the tauren has also subtly influenced all the Boer sacrifices, and almost all the Boer sacrifices use the harp as their own
Amplified musical instrument, Michael, the famous chief and hero priest of the Black Rhino tribe a thousand years ago.
Mr. Tyson is an extremely expert in using the Gafu Miaoqin.
In addition, "one unique skill" refers to the golden ring warriors of the takin tribe. The golden ring warriors are born with an aura of endurance and are tireless in battle, which is daunting. What really makes the takin warriors stand out among the powerful Boer tribe is their unique ability.
A unique skill passed down from generation to generation----------------------------- "Gladiation Fighting", using one's own hard and sharp horns
As a weapon, combined with the totem pole in your hand, it is a first-rate desperate play.
The origin of the names of modern "Gladiator Arena" and "Gladiator" is derived from this. From one aspect, it can also show the life-saving fighting style of the takin warriors.
The Panta warriors and the takin warriors each became more and more surprised as they fought. The takin warriors originally thought that they were taller than the panda warriors, and their weapons were metal totem poles. They obviously took advantage of melee combat, and they would definitely be easy to win.
Who would have known that not only was this competition not that easy, but the panda warriors who were agile and jumping up and down were forced to fight back and were unable to fight back at all. The opponent's halberd could only be described as thunder, and it was so fast that it was impossible to fight back.
No matter how fast; the panda warrior thought that he had practiced Eastern martial arts for many years, and no matter whether it was strength or agility, he could not match these bumpkins. He should solve the problem in twos and threes. Who knew that the endurance of these takin warriors was amazing, even though they were at a disadvantage.
However, the composition is not messy at all. The totem pole dances around with great vigor, and every block is shaken by a group of panda warriors whose jaws are numb.
Xiao Cui looked on with excitement and said excitedly to Liu Zhensha: "Sir, these strong Pier warriors under your command are no less agile than an elf. It is simply unimaginable."
"Flexible fat man." Liu Zhenshao nodded very reservedly. Liu Zhenshao still had strong confidence in whether the Panda Warrior could win. Although it was an ordinary drill and some killers were difficult to use, he still had the title of the strongest warrior in the East.
It's not covered.
The powerful warrior races in Behemoth all have some special talents of their own race, such as hippopotamus poets and giant elephant warriors. Rhino warriors have natural stone skin, porcupine warriors have natural thorn skin, and takin warriors have a natural endurance aura. They are on the battlefield.
The warriors never know how tired they are. The panda warriors knew this clearly, so once the halberd could not defeat them, they simply changed their attack method-----------------
--Each panda warrior used the halberd in his hand as a javelin to throw at the takin warrior.
Of course, this type of attack will not cause any harm to the Golden Ring warriors. In fact, every takin warrior is also a good hand at throwing weapons. They use it to deal with the eagle and ox man bandits. Of course, they cannot count on the huge totem pole in their hands.
A Golden Ring warrior carries five horn-shaped Gurkha curved blades on his belt. After hitting the target, this curved blade can be turned back into a circle or arranged vertically and horizontally through clever use of techniques.
To kill, for a straight throwing weapon like a flying halberd, the takin warrior accurately identified the flight path at a glance, and successfully blocked the flying halberd with just a light stroke of the thick metal totem pole in his hand.
The Penta warriors had followed their boss across the continent for so long, how could they have been so careless? The so-called flying halberd was just a cover. As soon as the takin warriors blocked the flying halberds, they already noticed that the Pier warrior on the opposite side was rushing over.
, their figures were silent and fast. As soon as the takin warriors felt their totem poles hit their flying halberds, the panda warriors' casserole-sized fists were already handed in front of them.
All the takin warriors smiled and raised the metal totem poles in their hands forward, blocking the punching path of the panda warriors.
No matter who it is, no matter how hard your fist is, it can't be as hard as a totem pole made of fine steel in the center of the earth.
With this thought in mind, the takin warriors fell on their backs to the ground with a "gudong" sound, and did not get up for a while.
The faces of the panda warriors were also a little blue and white, and their chests were rising and falling violently.
Among all the tauren warriors of the Black Rhino tribe, only the top master Duncan was the only one who did not fall. His opponent was the emerald gold medal red stick Pan Shuai Good, although Duncan received a punch from Good through the totem pole.
He didn't fall down, but his chest still felt tight, his hands softened, and he could no longer hold the metal totem pole in his hand. It fell to the ground with a "bang". Duncan himself covered his chest and took three steps back. In the end, he still
He stood still, breathing heavily.
Duncan, who had lost his weapon, was no longer a match for Goode. The close-quarters boxing skills passed down from ancient times by the Beamon warriors were all "Sheng Kailu Close Combat". Although Duncan was good at practicing this kind of kangaroo boxing, he still couldn't.
It really couldn't stop Goode from punching here and there and kicking the lower three lanes like he was drunk, and he was knocked to the ground in just a few blows.
"Awesome!" Xiao Cui murmured to himself with his mouth wide open.
The surrounding takin men all stared with huge bull eyes, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. They themselves could not believe that as takin golden ring warriors, they could lose the game so quickly, and that no one could win!
After all, when the Black Rhino tribe entered the underground, although they could not obtain the inheritance of sacrifices, they did not waste their martial arts skills. Every old takin was not a first-class warrior when they were young. After so many years in the underground, they have become fierce and fierce.
After fighting against the warcraft and cunning bandits until now, the takin warriors of the Black Rhino tribe are somewhat confident in themselves.
"What's so great? When will you ask Mr. Richard to show you his fast legs?" Goode exhaled for a long time, turned his hands flat, and pressed them from the top of his head down to his lower abdomen.
"What martial arts did you use just now?" Xiao Cui kept chasing Pan Shuai and asked.
"A mysterious oriental martial arts." Hippo O'Neal's big mouth couldn't hide a word: "When we faced the Silver Base Warriors, the pandas didn't even bother to use this martial arts, but the Takin Warriors are still better! Let Pan
The handsome guy has come up with a unique skill that is the best in the world!"
"What's the name of that martial skill? Why is it that my totem pole blocked your fist, but my chest still feels like I was hit by a dwarf's sledgehammer?" Duncan also stood up from the ground, a little shy.
Ask Goode.
Goode took out a piece of bamboo and threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and saw all the takin warriors standing up, looking at him eagerly, frowning for a long time before saying: "This kind of martial arts is called
"Hitting a cow across a mountain" is somewhat similar to the way humans use fighting spirit, but our Eastern fighting spirit hits people through things."
"Hit the ox across the mountain?" Duncan, the takin warrior, suddenly turned red. He thought the warrior was trying to laugh at him in some way.
"That's the name of this martial art. I don't mean to make fun of you." Good laughed and patted Duncan.
"Gude is not that boring." Fei Luo on the side held a cigar butt in his mouth, and the sparks in his mouth flickered.
"Sure enough, he is worthy of being our Golden Ring Warrior of Behemoth!" Liu Zhanzhan gave a thumbs up. He knew that these tauren did not use their special skills of "gladiation". Of course, the panda warriors also did not use their special skills.
Use it.
Helen was partly showing off, and partly comforting. She randomly mentioned two stories about the past deeds of the Feilengcui militiamen, which made a bunch of tauren hearts shaken and their blood boiling. After hearing about the human madmen who had fought against the Feilengcui militiamen,
The warriors and even the giant ax were cut in half, which made these tauren who yearned for heroes feel even more glorious. After all, competing with heroes is the wish of every Behemoth warrior. Accepting defeat calmly is even more important than
The most simple tradition of Mongolia.
After this competition, the distance between these tauren and all the militiamen became much closer. In the next few days, they exchanged martial arts experiences from time to time. Even Xiao Cui joined in and kept talking.
I want to ask Fei Luo for sword skills and Ma Dashuai for archery skills.
Liu Zhenzhen really liked them more and more the more he watched them. He was sure that if Mr. Mourinho was here, the head priest of the Swans would definitely have the same idea as him, but it was a pity that they broke up.
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Leaving behind the underground forests and muddy swamps full of Amanitas and giant mushrooms, Liu Zhenzhen and his party also encountered many cave dwellers along the way. The enthusiastic cave dwellers saw that it was a tauren passing by with guests.
They warmly entertain every Behemoth, and their simplicity and kindness infect every Behemoth's heart.
The Behemoth nobles from the surface gradually discovered a wonderful thing. I don't know if it is a coincidence. Walking along the way, every caveman they encountered must be suspended above the low mountain where they lived.
The "underground sun" that can change the light of gold and silver into crows.
After asking Xiao Cui and Elder Tang Jin, Liu Zhenzhen found out that without the rays of the underground sun shining down, the underground crops, cryptoflora and snakeberry shrubs would not be able to grow, and the same would be true for the plants here.
Weak photosynthesis is required. Any inhabited place underground must choose a place where the "underground sun" shines, because only where plants grow, the toxic gases emitted from underground cracks will be absorbed, except for the river immortals.
Besides, no one likes to stay in the darkness for a long time, not even the drow. Even they don't like "pure darkness".
The words of Xiao Cui and the elder reminded Mr. Liu Daguan of a very fashionable reporting poem during the Cultural Revolution-----------------The sea depends on the helmsman to sail, and the growth of all things depends on the sun.
Beamon, who had a little bit of military knowledge, couldn't help but sigh after hearing about the function of the "Underground Sun". They finally understood the reason why cavemen could never escape being plundered in the Dark Area.
This underground sun brings a ray of dim light to the Dark Territory, and at the same time gives a guiding light to all the bandits and robbers who come to plunder. The plunderers on the Black Territory Continent only need to follow the place where these underground suns appear.
, they are always accurate when it comes to robbing, cavemen don’t have wings, they don’t have the ability of these hawks and oxen to come and go like the wind, and they don’t have the same strong physique and courage as the takin, so it’s not surprising that they were bullied so miserably. This
It can be said that success is the sun and failure is the sun.
As they continued to trek forward, groups of underground patrollers composed of several tauren gradually joined the team heading to the Flame Valley. Over the course of a thousand years, the tauren who originally suffered from night blindness actually learned how to do it underground.
The method of searching forward in the dark world by sensing thermal energy really made Liu shocked and admired. Learning is the nature of every intelligent race. Every militiaman started learning from these tauren and young drow without being asked.
Learned the skills of blind fighting.
The young drow grew up very quickly. Whether it was Marshal Nedved or the mammoth sword Saint Rodman, they all fell in love with this studious underground ranger from the bottom of their hearts. This dark elf has a heart that advocates freedom, but he
From time to time, a melancholy and sad look flashed across his eyes. There was too much confusion and confusion in that look. After all, he had the identity of a drow, but he swore to be incompatible with his own people. For a person with the same heart
For the noble dark elf, this kind of inner struggle cannot be comforted by a few words.
A crude person like Liu Zhencheng couldn't explain any truth except "children and grandchildren will have their own blessings". He thought about it repeatedly and decided to take the dark elf out of the underground before leaving and let the outside world tell him something.
There is a truth that can untie the knot in his heart.
After crossing the area with shining stalagmites, Liu Zhensha and his party gradually entered the darkest area of the Raging Flame Continent. There are no plants, no light, only severely gravelled land. It takes three days to cross this underground desert.
After here, you can walk for two days to reach the Valley of Fire guarded by the giant Typhon.
According to Elder Tang Jin, the edge of this underground desert is occupied by a family of Akana Seed Manticores. When passing here every year, you are not allowed to make loud noises to avoid provoking this violent Akana.
Seder.
Liu Zhenshao was naturally not afraid of Akana Seed. Along the way, he encountered a few blind underground monsters, but small characters were small characters. Warcraft of that level did not give Liu Zhensha the desire to fight. Really
It would be a good thing to have a duel with Akana Seed.
So Liu Zhensha and a large group of militiamen sang "The wind blows the fragrance of rosacea on both sides" and passed through the underground desert with great force. Not a single ghost of Akana Seed was seen, which made Liu Daguan very happy.
My wish to get one or two top quality magic crystals came to nothing.
After crossing more than half of the desert, Liu Zhenzhen discovered a band of light appearing in the shadows in front of him, moving vaguely from the horizon at a slightly slow speed.
Elder Tang Jin insisted on changing the route and trying not to come into contact with these light belts. The more he said this, the more Liu Zhencheng wanted to go in that direction. After Elder Tang Jin persuaded him many times, as the superior
The two Pier priests angrily rebuked the elder, but the elder still stubbornly asked to move in a direction so as not to overlap with this light belt.
When it comes to stubbornness, Liu Zhancheng is even more extreme than the Tauren's bullish temper. His group of militiamen and those wives are all a bunch of bad guys. The Lord who is afraid of the world being in chaos, of course insists on going over to take a look.
No more.
Just when this bright strip of light could be seen and was about to meet, Liu Zhenzhen and his party encountered an attack first. Although the light of the night pearl was brilliant, the radiation range was limited after all, and seven or eight hundred people were dragged into it.
Although everyone was walking in line with torches, it was still difficult for those walking in front to see clearly behind them.
A roar-like roar drew everyone's attention to the back of the team. Behind them were the takin warriors, and those leading the way were the Feileng Cui militiamen. This roar made everyone's hearts tighten.
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Our lord immediately rushed to the back of the team, accompanied by panda warriors and two Ouchi guards. The rest of the militiamen expertly formed a battle formation at the front of the team to prevent the other party from attacking in the east.
One after another, the Minotaur roar shook the desert. When Liu Zhencheng rushed to the back of the team, a Minotaur corpse was lying on the ground. There was a striking dazzling eye under the strong and powerful neck, and there was a faint circle around the wound.
It was red, but there was no blood stains flowing out. The tall body was like a deflated pig urine, obviously deflated, giving the illusion of being skinny and bones.
A large group of tauren warriors surrounded him, squeezing the mushroom torches in their hands to make a "crack" sound. A young tauren woman lay on top of the tauren warrior who didn't know whether he was alive or dead and cried twice, softly.
fainted.
Liu Zhenzhen knew this takin warrior. This tauren guy named Robinson had asked him some tips on using joint attacks in battle a while ago. This was a very smart tauren warrior who had a pair of white antelopes.
If the horns are on the surface, he can definitely become a qualified sacrifice. There is a rather stringent condition for a tauren to become a sacrifice------------------you must have a pair of pure
Minotaurs with black or pure white horns are qualified to become sacrifices, because only minotaurs with horns of this color are the smartest and wisest.
"Who did it?" Liu Zhenzhen quickly threw a life chain scroll at it and turned to ask Duncan.
"A prehistoric giant flea, a prehistoric giant flea!" Duncan's face was distorted: "Robinson was the last one to walk. We heard the sound of a hurricane, and then when we turned around, Robinson had fallen to the ground, and a prehistoric giant flea had fallen to the ground.
The flea sucked the blood and just bounced off him."
Calls to witch doctors and monks kept coming.
"Damn it!" Liu Zhencheng looked up at the dark sky, unable to see any ghosts.
"Xiao Cui reacted quickly and jumped on the back of the giant flea! This kind of prehistoric giant flea can shoot a bullet two thousand yards into the air. I don't know what happened to Xiao Cui now...
.." Duncan's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.
"Obisrachi!" Liu Zhancheng squeezed out a sentence from his mouth through gritted teeth. Just as he was about to summon an aerial pursuit, a sudden black shadow fell on his head.
Liu Zhenzhen subconsciously turned his back and felt that something was falling to the ground next to him with a light weight in his hand. Duncan sprayed blood all over him. Old Liu took a closer look and saw that it was a yasha beast.
It is a large and round flat insect, with eight finger-thick whiskers. It is gray and white with blood red, belly facing up, and its whole body is shiny. It has two protruding blue eyes on its small head.
Opening his mouth, there was a half-inch long hollow spike sticking out of one mouth, and another mouth under the throat, from which blood spurted out. This mouth was obviously wiped out with a knife.
The big round flatworm twitched on the ground and stopped moving after a while.
"Where's Xiao Cui?" Liu Zhenzhen raised his neck and looked for a long time.
The drow fell slowly, like a fallen leaf, and stood in front of Liu Zhenhan. He held a scimitar in his left hand, and the last drop of blood slipped from the lubricated blade.
"I hope you're okay." Liu Zhanhen hugged Zhuoer hard. He remembered that Xiao Cui's move fell from the sky, which seemed to be the "magnetic levitation technique" unique to the dark elves.
"What a sinister beast! He blindly picked the last one to attack!" Nedved looked at the prehistoric giant flea on the ground and was stunned for a while before saying this for a long time.
"Although the body of this giant flea is not small, it actually weighs less than a pound. It doesn't even make the sound of wind when it falls. In the dark, there is nothing more insidious than it." Duncan's face turned blue and white: "Blind
No matter how good your fighting skills are, you will never win."
"It's okay, it's okay. Although he lost a lot of blood in an instant, Robinson's physique is pretty good. I'm going to "push the uterus through the blood" now. Which girl among you will step forward and give him some blood?" Owen, a Green Party monk, said from Takin.
The warrior stood up next to him and looked around.
"We need to cooperate!" Murphy, another Green Party monk, deliberately emphasized his tone.
"I'll come!" Xiao Cui stood up immediately.
"We are coming too!" A large group of takin warriors also stood up.
Guoguo stood on Lao Liu's shoulders, stretching her arms longer than anyone else, pouting and glaring at others fiercely.
"Get out of the way!" Owen, the green party monk, smiled and pinched Zhuoer's face: "Didn't you hear me say, "push-gong-pass-blood"? How can you, a little boy, get the word "gong"?
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Zhuoer's little face turned red again.
"I'll come!" Mo'er stood up immediately.
"We're coming too!" Daisy and Ruorna also floated over.
"How can this be..." A group of tauren women dragged the three noble ladies aside in a hurry. The strength of the two fairy dragons can be regarded as dragons, and the same is true for an ordinary human strong man.
Those who could compete with each other, but compared with the strength of these takin women, they were not even as strong as a child, so they were pushed aside.
Xiao Cui watched nervously as a mantis monk chanted the "Prayer to Save Blood" while pressing his hand on the belly of a tauren woman. Another monk used a needle to inject the tauren woman into the stomach.
The woman pierced her middle finger, then pierced the takin warrior's left middle finger, and pressed the two fingers tightly. Then on the other side, a tauren woman did the same thing again.
The two monks massaged the lower abdomens of the two tauren women together, and Takin Warrior Robinson's face became rosy little by little.
Xiao Cui was a little embarrassed to see the actions of the two monks.
"We are monks, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." The two Green Party monks said with a smile to the tauren woman who was also a little embarrassed.
"If a woman was injured, how would you survive the bleeding?" The drow's purple eyes looked at the two monks curiously.
"Similarly, you can also suck blood by pushing the palace through the blood." The mantis monk said without raising his head.
"Is there no difference in blood type?" Liu Zhenzhen was also a little curious.
"The so-called palace push is to use the nest of life to convert all the blood that has passed through the blood into the same type of blood... I can't explain this for a while." Monk Owen said without moving his hands.
stop.
"Much more powerful than the witch doctor..."
"Yeah yeah......"
"It doesn't matter whose followers it is..."
"that is......"
The tauren around him whispered to each other. After these words reached Old Liu's ears, Old Liu suddenly puffed up his chest and began to look forward to Zixiong again, becoming arrogant.
"Boss, let me stretch its tendons. The tendons of the prehistoric giant flea are the best raw materials for making bowstrings." Nedved pointed to the giant flea on the ground and said to the boss, and took out a dagger with one hand.
Before Liu Zhencheng could answer, he heard Ningyu gently tugging on his robe from behind.
There was suddenly silence all around.
"Didn't you stay at the front of the queue? Why did you come from behind..." Liu turned around with shock.
A crudely made lantern illuminated his face, and Old Liu's eyes narrowed.
"Saccharin! You black rhinoceros-headed tribe are too courageous!" Liu Zhenzhen roared, and all the tauren immediately fell silent. Elder Tang Jin faced the glaring star-robed priests like a sweating cow.
Yesterday, the main version of my computer broke. I took it to be repaired. The boss looked at me with a peculiar charm and asked: Have I visited a lot of websites that I shouldn't have?
The boss was a young woman. When I saw the mole on the corner of her mouth, I thought of Lan Lan again.
My manuscript, my movie...
I found two excellent books and want to share them with you. This is the last one I strongly recommend, 1911 New China, which is on the list. (To be continued)