Looking behind him, among the ethnic groups who came with him, many free people showed signs of wanting to run away.
Once the grand alliance they organized was broken up.
Then everything they did before was in vain.
"Come on! Bees, ants, earthworms and our wolves."
Yes, the animal race of the group can be used at this time.
Their number is no less than the combination of prairie wolves and jackals. The most valuable thing is that they know how to cooperate and listen to commands.
Under some special circumstances, he also knows how to retreat and make choices. When it comes to causing damage to disasters, it is almost twice as much as the aimless biting of the prairie wolf.
And these beasts are very brave.
They specifically look for vulnerable areas to attack.
Bees shine on the eyes, ears and nostrils of the plague, and invade at all possible entrances.
The ants cling to the wounds that have been bitten and spray acid desperately.
As for the earthworm that had been moving underground, it popped out of the ground with a bang.
Each time, the disaster staggered, unable to stand properly and launch effective attacks on the surrounding 'flies'.
"Ouch..."
Disaster was furious, and with such huge anger, its eyes, nostrils, and ears began to spit out sparks one after another.
Streams of thick black smoke emerged from the disaster's body, and the disaster was now in a serious state.
"What kind of monsters are these!"
"It doesn't matter! What we have the most water in is water!"
The wizard who had never intervened suddenly spoke, and then after he raised his staff high and recited a spell...
A huge stream of water gushes out from the fishing clan's habitat.
This flow of water is like being held in the hands of a wizard...
It made a circle and crashed directly onto the smoking disaster.
But it was useless... Water and fire collided together, bursting out more water vapor, but the flames on the opponent's body were not extinguished. Instead, it was as if oil had been poured on them, stinging and making the opponent burn even more vigorously.
'Ouch!'
This is the proud cry of disaster. The reason why it is called disaster is that it is a disaster that can burn the entire grassland into a wilderness.
But this roar was stuck in its throat.
Because at the moment when water and fire merged, four black shadows struck from behind the disaster.
This huge beast with two sides, its vision was only temporarily obscured when someone poured water on it.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mai Fan, who came with three lions, directly issued the command to attack.
These three lions, which are taller and stronger than the other beasts, have long forgotten their fear of disaster.
It pounced directly on Disaster's throat, chin, neck, and the softest belly.
"Ouch..."
This scream was almost silent.
Disaster's throat was directly torn open by several three-headed lions, creating a huge gash.
'boom!'
This was the first time that Disaster fell to the ground, its gasping sound indicating that it had suffered extremely fatal injuries.
"Now, give it the final blow! Don't let it turn over!"
"Ouch! We must also be careful of its dying counterattack, don't increase our casualties!"
The sudden addition of Mai Fan and four lions greatly boosted the morale of all races on the field.
They have fought until now and finally see hope of victory.
And this hope is what the various races currently participating in the war need most.
Due to the turn of events, those free men and members of the Fishing Clan who had begun to consider escaping alone stopped hesitating.
They were a little excited, howling and joining the team that beat up the drowned dog.
In their view, the situation is changing for the best.
Their struggle against disaster is about to achieve final victory.
And this is indeed how the battle situation appears on the surface.
I don’t know why, but after suffering this fatal injury, it was as if the disaster had given up resistance.
Even if he was dealing with the next attack, it seemed like it was just a show.
It was as if it was tired of this failure caused by carelessness and wanted to quickly end this battle that had finally determined the outcome.
He lay completely flat and no longer struggled any more.
It is impossible not to be confused by the people and other races around this kind of disaster.
But seeing the disaster gradually lose strength and stop breathing, this doubt finally disappeared.
He's already dead, can anything else happen?
After the disaster closed its eyes, people from the tribe went up to confirm repeatedly that it was really dead.
They didn't pay much attention to this weird behavior of disaster.
Because this is an unimaginable victory.
They were even ready to be wiped out.
But the result was so reversed, and victory came so easily?
So, what are they worried about?
After such great joy, great sorrow, and such a huge victory, these people just wanted to find a channel to vent their joyful energy for the rest of their lives.
Everyone was busy having fun, laughing, and having lively discussions about the upcoming division of the spoils.
Only Mai Fan, with a few lions, stared at the dying disaster with a serious look on his face.
As the most loyal warrior around Mai Fan, Shi naturally discovered the strangeness of his own witch.
He didn't dare to say anything, but secretly isolated the laughing people from Mai Fan.
He always felt that what Wu Fan had to do next was the big deal.
And Mai Fan's next actions lived up to his reputation as the strongest wizard in the grassland.
Because among all the ethnic groups present, he was the only one who understood the true characteristics of the disaster through the source of the disaster.
The opponent is very powerful, but not physically powerful enough to destroy the entire grassland race on his own.
The disasters in the past many years have caused such huge losses, all because of the ability of disasters to regenerate.
It seems to be related to the number of races on the grassland.
When the population and ethnic groups reach a certain level, disaster will arise, awakening from slumber, and being born from chaos.
But when the grassland became withered again, the disaster also fell into the void space, and there was no trace of its existence in this area.
Its relationship with other races is endless, cyclical and incompatible.
So now that people like them are still there, the disaster cannot be truly defeated, nor can it be completely eliminated.
This seemed to be an unsolvable situation, but it was a pity that this new calamity encountered an abnormal wizard like him.
The so-called extraordinary person here is because Mai Fan himself is not the soul of this world.