The chiefs followed George Jr.

It stands to reason that when his group of bigwigs came, they sent a little kid to greet them, which is unreasonable.

But no one, including the Great Chief, felt that they had been insulted, and even if they did, they felt that the Wolftooth Tribe had this qualification.

In fact, they didn't think about it at all, they just wanted to go deep into the camp to see how much shock this Wolf Tooth tribe had to bring them.

Soon, they got their wish.

After walking less than a hundred meters, two neat rows of giants appeared in their sight.

Fifteen in a row, thirty in all, stood there quietly.

In fact, the chiefs should have been able to find out, but the giants were so quiet that everyone thought it was two rows of trees.

The little old man Wocha was very interested in the camouflage combat uniform worn by Wang Dafu and others, and after studying it for a few days, he found that the digital pattern on it was very deceptive, so he ingeniously researched a green plant juice, which can be retained on the surface of the armor for a long time after being mixed with the ratio.

The giants' armor was smeared with this juice, so the chiefs didn't see it clearly.

For the idea of Wocha, Chu Ci appreciates it very much.

If the Holy Court Expeditionary Force really came, everyone would plunge into the depths of the Sleepless Forest, and then the giants would pretend to be big trees, and when they saw the enemy coming, they would go up and step on them, and when they were done stepping on them, they would run, and run to other places to continue loading the big trees.

These thirty giants are very eye-catching, in addition to wearing very light and thin armor that is basically the same as the appearance of goods, they all have the shortest calipers, and there are a few lightning cracks on the brain melon seeds, which are actually deliberately shaved, I don't know and thought that the brain melon seeds were stabbed, and they look stronger than the other.

came out to mix, first of all, the momentum was sufficient, so Chu Ci also asked people to tattoo this group of giants, with the head of the god of war in the wasteland on his chest, a downhill tiger on his left arm, and a huge ninja on his right arm.

As for whether this group of giants, who seem to be social people, will really endure when they fight, only the devil knows.

In addition to this, next to each giant is a catapult.

The giants had no weapons, the catapult was their weapon, and the reinforced catapult had a large iron chain on it, tied to the giant's waist, and on the surface, the giants could operate the catapult with one hand during the siege, and in close combat, they could use the catapult as a chain hammer.

The giant's oppressive stature and vicious aura really made the other group of chiefs look sideways.

They had heard that the new chieftain of the wolftooth had recruited a group of giants, so they were not too surprised, but they had all heard that the giants were very gentle-looking, and now they looked like murderous fugitives.

People rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and the former giants either look like crayon Xiaoxin, or like home babies, after being packaged by Chu Ci, they either look like wanted criminals or just released.

Glancing at the giants, and then at the catapults, the chiefs thought about it.

Just these thirty giants, carrying catapults, can definitely break through a human fortress in ten minutes.

In fact, these catapults are really good, Chu Ci has been adhering to the principle of thicker, bigger and more durable, after the giants joined, he found the little old man Wocha, hoping to design a more powerful catapult, exclusively for the giants.

As a result, the little old man Wocha ran through the camp with a wooden ruler chasing Chu Ciman.

Chu Ci was hit several times, and only when the little old man was angry did he ask the reason, the reason given by Wocha was very strong, and Chu Ci couldn't wait to give himself a few mouths at that time.

Wocha said, and also designed a hair catapult, directly weaving a few baskets to carry behind the giants, filled with boulders, and letting the giants throw them with their hands when fighting, which is less troublesome than catapults.

After seeing the giants, the chiefs continued to move forward, as for those watchtowers, observation posts and the like, everyone was already numb, and the camp in front of them was no longer a barbarian camp at all, but more like a heavily guarded Terran or Beamon regular army camp.

Looking at the scattered stone houses and other buildings, many chiefs were filled with emotion.

It's still a sleepless forest, sheltered from the wind and rain, and strategic depth, and most importantly, self-sufficient.

It's a pity that there are a huge number of alien beasts here, and apart from the Wolf Tooth Tribe, I haven't heard of any barbarian who can mix here for thousands of years.

With a burst of hearty laughter, Chu Ci, who was wearing the traditional costume of the barbarians, that is, a leather skirt, appeared like the stars holding the moon.

With just the right smile on his face, Chu Ci came to everyone, without a hob on his face, without scolding, and without taking the eighth step.

Today's Chu Ci is extraordinarily gentle.

The only thing that is a little bad is the entropy next to him, this guy is holding a cigarette, looking at everyone as if he is looking at the old man who wants a bride price of 2 million, as if he is about to turn his face at any time.

Behind the two of them is a large group of people, the number one dog-legged Big Bell is like a steel hedgehog, carrying a long steel knife in his left hand, holding a black iron giant shield two meters high and fifty centimeters wide in his right hand, and the whole body armor only leaks a pair of big bright eyes, that is, the blue wing python is a little cheap, wrapped around Big Bell's neck and lying softly, as if he has just vomited white foam.

Let everyone turn to Hamilton in a black robe, the handsome old man has an expressionless face, and the surging dark elemental power is completely released, and I don't know if it is a psychological effect or it has really cooled down, and a group of chiefs feel that the winter of the wasteland has come again.

No one dared to look at Hamilton for more than a second, and neither did the Great Chief, who looked away from Hamilton with a smiling smile on their shoulders and round waists.

Before coming, the Great Chief Tribe sent someone to popularize science for them, there are many people in the Wolf Tooth Tribe who can't be provoked, among which the most can't be provoked Chu Ci, there are also two extreme powerhouses, one is Mang Yan of the Battle Spirit Sword Sect, and the other is Hamilton, a dark great elemental master who has been famous for a long time.

Aldington also flew down from the elemental tower, and as soon as he landed, he suddenly lay on the ground and turned into a white-haired giant wolf, half a head taller than Big Bell.

The eyes of a group of chiefs jumped, and they felt that this was a druid, and a druid who wielded elemental powers.

The chiefs are completely convinced, the Wolf Tooth Tribe really has all kinds of talents, and even the druids who rarely appear have run around here.

Now Aldington is also determined to follow Chu Ci, because the two of them have the same lofty ambition, that is, to block the Holy Court.

For Chu Ci, sooner or later, there will be a battle with the Holy Court, and he will have to fight against the Great Pope, even if the heretic crusade can't come, he will have to take the Yan Entropy to the Fakmi Holy War to grab the van, and the Grand Pope has been sitting on the Fakemi Holy Mountain.

For Aldington, his biggest dream in life was to kill the Great Pope, so the two hit it off.

"Hello, Lord of the Great Wasteland, Your Excellency the Great Chief. Chu Ci's gaze was calm and gentle: "The most pious servant of the God of War in the Wasteland, Fak Squid Chu Ci, greets you." ”

Big Bell next to him rolled his eyes.

His own chief changed his name every day, and two days ago he added Yuerfa Chu Ci, and now he has become Fak Squid Chu Ci again.

A group of chiefs are also full of slots.

Is it that everyone knows that you are a human race, and is embarrassed to say that you are the most pious servant of the god of war in the wasteland?

But everyone thinks so in their hearts, they don't dare to say it, and they are embarrassed to say it.

He and the various chiefs are religious, but the problem is that they have not even erected a statue of the god of war, so what is the use of the baremouth cannon.

Gustav smiled at Chu Ci and bowed his head, "We have finally met, Chief Wolftooth. ”

The two looked at each other and laughed, everything was silent, tacitly.

The other party's "big name", both of them listened to the cocoon, and they scolded each other behind their backs on weekdays, but today, it can be regarded as a meeting.

They were all laughing, but Gustav's smile was a bit far-fetched.

The more he personally felt the strength of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, the more worried he became.

Not worried about the rhetoric, but worried about the previous chief, George Clooney.

How powerful the Wolf Tooth Tribe is now, how downtrodden it used to be.

The reason for his downfall is directly related to him, the big chief.

I want Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

George Sr. made an appearance.

Escorted by another group of warriors dressed in retro barbarian decorations, Old George strolled in.

It is noteworthy that the shoulder pads, representing the status of the tribal chieftain, were hung on the body of the elder George.

Old George, who was stepping on the barbarian war ring, had a straight waist, and in addition to the warriors in leather skirts behind him, there was also a great wilderness dragon.

Caesar has a longer face today, no yawning, and an amazing momentum, which reveals the decadent temperament of eating and waiting for death for a lifetime from the bottom of his bones.

This Great Desolate Dragon is also wearing a vest today, with chain armor on its body, four saddles on it, and two battering rams and two seven-meter-long dragon spears hanging on the vest.

Behind the Great Desolate Dragon were fifteen adult sharp-clawed sloths, also draped, swaying their fat bodies and swaying behind them.

In order to make these slightly cute-looking big penguins have a more terrifying effect, Chu Ci deliberately starved them all night, mainly because he was afraid that this group of living treasures would start to be cute and cheap again, because as long as they were hungry, they would show their fierce appearance.

Chu Ci didn't want to let a group of big penguins roll all over the ground on such an important day, making people laugh.

Under Adrian's leadership, hundreds of draped alien beasts also came out from both sides.

It's not that I deliberately show off, it's mainly that it's time to walk the dog.

As soon as the alien beast came out, it scared a group of chiefs enough.

Even if he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he really saw so many coveted war beast seedlings.

Adrian's dog walk coincided with the training of the Dwarven Air Force, and giant crows rose from the rear of the camp.

A few seconds later, there was a burst of explosions behind a group of chiefs.

Everyone couldn't help but look back, and then they looked at the fire that had ignited in the Great Wasteland, and then Adrian's roar told the dwarves to get away and set fire.

Chu Ci still had that calm smile, admiring the fuss and calls of this group of chiefs who had never seen the world.

Chu Ci didn't show it on purpose, he did it on purpose.

Now when they come out to mix, they rely on two things, they have money and can fight, and the Wolf Tooth tribe relies on these two things to make a fortune.

Gustav turned his head and spoke in a sincere tone.

"The strongest tribe in the wasteland, deserved!"

Old George, who was originally stepping on the battle ring with a cold face, smiled slightly and stood behind Chu Ci.