"No," the ordinary-looking man waved his hand gently, "Only when we attract all the enemies in the dark here can we really have a chance to escape.
If we leave now, the animals here will hunt us down.
Moreover, the mutated beasts lurking in the darkness will also ambush us, and then we will really be doomed.
In addition, some of our injuries are serious. We must first recover our bodies as soon as possible.
This is the top priority.
Also, do you think the four of them are willing for us to participate?
hehe.
They are all half-step gods of war.
Every one of them is extremely proud.
Don't worry, they don't want us to interfere at will.
What's more, the fourth significance of our field operations is to hone our human warriors and allow them to truly understand the true meaning of martial arts on the battlefield of life and death.
Only in this way, after they grow into martial arts warriors and even half-step war gods like us, will they have strong combat effectiveness and contribute to the development of the human race."
"Yes," the fat man grinned, "the biggest help we can give them now is to sit back and do nothing.
To be honest, I kind of blame that person.
If it weren't for him, maybe we could progress faster."
Cough cough cough!
Suddenly there was a coughing sound.
At this moment, the three of them were all laughing.
In fact, they knew very well that if someone hadn't secretly helped them this time, they would have been dead by now.
Moreover, thousands of human warriors died with them.
Soon, in the battle group more than ten meters away, a human half-step war god collaborated with two senior martial arts generals to kill one of the top ten killers.
However, these three people were also seriously injured.
They also did not go to help other battle groups, but quickly came to the vicinity of the fat man, the ordinary-looking man and the tall and thin man, sat down cross-legged, and began to heal their injuries and restore their energy and blood.
"I don't want to help others either." The fat man muttered, half-smiling.
"If you want to go, just go by yourself." The new half-step God of War wiped the blood on his face, "I don't have time to scold you."
At this time, the tall and thin man suddenly said: "Old Wang and the others are in danger. The combined fighting power of Birdman and the top ten killers is very strong. He can't hold it anymore."
"Shit." The new half-step God of War curled his lips, but still did not open his eyes, "Don't worry about him, he is reluctant to take medicine."
"Well, a half-step war god and four high-level martial arts warriors should be enough to deal with a birdman and one of the top ten killers." The ordinary-looking man nodded.
"Yeah, it's not like he doesn't have a mouth," the fat man smiled slightly, "If he wants help, he will call us."
ten minutes later.
The remaining three top ten killers were all killed.
Apart from nearly a thousand beasts at the level of beasts fighting thousands of human warriors, there was only one battle group left at the scene.
There were two scarred birdmen, surrounded by more than a dozen high-level human martial arts warriors, making constant crackling noises.
It should be said that the battle was very stalemate.
However, rather than saying that a dozen high-level human martial arts warriors besieging two wounded birdmen was a battle, it would be more appropriate to call it an on-site teaching of an offensive and defensive drill.
At this moment, the human race's martial arts warriors took turns attacking the two birdmen, accumulating experience in fighting beasts of this level.
Moreover, from time to time, they would induce the beasts to spread their wings to cover their bodies, and then use the warrior weapons in their hands to hack and slash wildly to observe the effect.
At the same time, the two birdmen were going crazy.
They kept trying to flap their wings and take off, but every time this happened, human warriors would rise into the air and suppress them with their weapons.
Ga!
quack!
Quack!
The cries of the two birdmen were full of panic, confusion and frustration.
At the same time, the animals in the night sky were also squawking.
Soon, many beasts slowed down their attack pace and even broke away from the battle group.
"Haha," the fat man said with a smile, "it seems that keeping these two birdmen is still effective."
"Of course." The ordinary-looking man nodded, "The first purpose of leaving them behind is to directly allow our high-level martial arts warriors to gain combat experience against beasts of this level.
The second function is to disrupt the morale of the beast troops by attacking, oppressing or even teasing the two birdmen.
In this way, it not only solves the dilemma of thousands of human warriors, but also increases the combat experience of my low-level human warriors against the enemy.
The most important thing is that doing this can greatly improve the self-confidence of our human warriors at all levels. At least we will not be afraid when we encounter beasts of this level in the future.
Therefore, keeping these two beasts is far more meaningful than killing them.
The third function is to use static braking to draw out mutant beasts that may be setting up an ambush for rescue, so that we can truly understand the enemy's situation, choose the opportunity and time to break out, and return to the winter smoothly.
The fourth function is that we can take this time to have a good rest and recover from injuries.
The fifth function..."
"Haha," the fat man said with a grin, "the fifth function, I'm afraid you want to wait and see if the person who rescued us just now is an enemy or a friend, right?
However, I don't think it's necessary.
bawl.
Look who that is?"
Swish, swish, swish!
Several people at the scene followed the fat man's gaze.
I saw a figure in the distance with his butt sticking out, collecting materials for mutant beasts.
"Ye Chong."
The tall and thin man wanted to step forward as he spoke, but was unexpectedly pulled back by the ordinary-looking man: "It is better not to meet than to meet, and it is better not to recognize him than to recognize him."
"Yes," the fat man smiled slightly, "There must be a reason why he doesn't want to show up. What we need now is respect, not interruption."
"I just want to thank him." The tall and thin man sighed, "He has helped us so much, we can't pretend to be confused, right?"
"Actually, I don't even say thank you for a favor," the ordinary-looking man said with a smile, "It's rare to be confused."
"Yes," the fat man nodded with a smile, "there are mutant beast materials all over the floor, including things from the top ten killers and a birdman.
Using these things to thank him is already an expression of our gratitude."
…
Speaking of which, these half-step war gods spoke in extremely low voices, and a soundproof cover was added within the speaking range, so they were not afraid of being heard.
However, for Ye Chong, who had changed his clothes and slightly changed his appearance, he was not in the mood to pay attention to what those people were doing sneakily, but went all out to collect the materials of the mutated beasts.
While doing so, he put away the materials for a birdman, and then stuffed the backpacks of the ten demon kings into his backpack.
Of course, if you say you put it in your backpack, you are doing it for others to see. Secretly, those things have naturally entered the small mole space long ago.