But I saw that the desolate man, who was nearly a foot tall, with a bare upper body, a thick black hair on his chest, a head as big as a bucket, and his nostrils facing the sky. Bronze skin that looks as hard as steel. His slightly gray hair and his braided hair were tied in bunches like an octopus, and he looked ugly overall.

His wrists were tied with rough leather similar to bracers, his lower body was wrapped around an animal skin skirt, and he wore no shoes on his feet.

The nostrils that were facing the sky were panting at the moment, like the behavior of a beast that had been hungry for many days when it saw its prey.

Except for the bloodthirsty Aguba, the rest of the desolate people seldom eat people, but they are eager to kill, and if they do not kill for a day, they are like hungry wolves on an empty stomach.

Seeing so many people at this moment, he was so excited, his eyes slowly widened, and he laughed loudly. When he doesn't laugh, he's just ugly, but when he laughs, he's ugly and hideous, like a butcher's face to a slaughtered animal.

Yan Li noticed that this person had a tattoo in the shape of a mountain on his arm, which was exactly the same as the desolate man under his hand, and it should be the mark of the tribe that had been engraved at birth.

There was more than one desolate man who came, and four more came out from behind him, and four large holes were knocked out of the walls of the barracks.

"Enemy attack!" the soldier issued a second warning, very briefly and quickly, indicating that he was finally on alert.

If it is a well-trained and combat-ready army, this process is not needed.

"Why do you want to harm yourself?" Ji Paper Kite didn't seem to see the five desolate people who were showing off their might, but just frowned and whispered to Yan Li, "Are you already loveless and going to die?"

She also gets mean at times.

"I don't want to live for a moment. Yan Lidao.

"It looks like you're sick, and you're very serious. Ji Paper Kite sighed.

"I don't even know how many learning points I have to lose with my strength?" Yan Li said bitterly, "Do you still think I'm abnormal? ”

"There are five points in front of you right now. Ji Paper Kite glanced thoughtfully at Yan Li's swollen hand, and suddenly let go of the hand holding him, "But you won't make a move." ”

She said no, not can't, obviously seeing through Yan Li's tricks.

"Why wouldn't I make a move?" Yan Li asked curiously.

"Because you want to use death to revive their blood, you can take them to hunt the desolate in exchange for some learning. When Ji Paper Kite spoke, his expression was very cold, as if these soldiers were not surnamed Ji, and they would not feel distressed even if they died.

Yan Li laughed: "Have you figured it out now?"

Ji Paper Kite said: "Yes." ”

Yan Li said: "Then do you still think I'm hurting myself?"

Ji Paper Kite said: "No." You are calculating them and making them die for you. But don't forget one thing. ”

"Oh?" said Yan.

Ji Paper Kite said: "They are my soldiers. ”

"They really are. Yan Li admitted.

"It's their duty to guard the West Hill Camp. Ji Paper Kite said.

Yan Li said: "You are wrong. ”

Ji Paper Kite said: "Wrong?"

Yan Li smiled meaningfully: "Leaving the Xishan camp is." ”

Ji Paper Kite stopped talking, because the five desolate people had already rushed over.

Yan Li grabbed Ji Paper Kite, tapped his toes lightly, and his body swept the top of a flag. Ji Paper Kite did not resist, because she also wanted to observe the situation around the barracks. They didn't find any more desolate people.

This is a very strange phenomenon. When Yan left, he had already read the information that Cui'er had given him, and there was a desolate tribe closest to the Xishan camp, which was nearly a thousand miles away, and if they came to hunt, they would never run to such a far place.

"Wang Chuan listens to the order!" Yan Li shouted, "Take your men and take them down for Captain Pontus!"

Wang Chuan saw that he was holding a woman and "hanging high", and his anger came up, but as a soldier, it was his instinct to obey orders, and he didn't even dare to disobey this sacred instinct, so he immediately shouted: "Give it all to me, whoever dares to escape from the battle, it doesn't matter if you kill you!"

"Whoa!"

Under Wang Chuan's order, more than 300 people flocked to the five desolate people together, which looked huge and magnificent.

However, the ranks were sparse and scattered, and there were signs of disconnection and collapse before the battle, which was the result of no training for many years, and it was impossible for any regular army to have such a scene.

Wang Chuan came out of the elite army, and when he saw this scene, he finally understood why Yan Li wanted to kill people and why he wanted to "self-harm". At this moment, he was extremely ashamed of his self-defeating behavior. He made up his mind to repel these desolate people, and immediately began to practice.

Finally, the first desolate man crashed into him.

He was the first to rush into the camp, he was the shorter of the five desolate people, but standing in front of the soldiers of the Xishan camp, he was as shocking as a little giant.

"Whew......" His mouth came with a beastly howl and syllables of unknown meaning, a language peculiar to the desert tribe, and sounded like a monkey's "squeak".

His hand was like an old tree with coiled roots, and he grabbed the head of a soldier with a handful, and in the strange cry of "haah", it was pinched into a crushed sauce, which was really very thin and broken, like a tomato that was popped casually.

Zhao Qiping was in the middle of the crowd, and when he saw this scene, he almost immediately bent down and vomited.

Not only him, but hundreds of unlucky recruits also vomited.

The desolate man only regarded it as a tomato, how could he feel anything, and it was not even enough to make him completely excited, so he rushed into the crowd to grab one on the left and one on the right, and the bursting of tomatoes made him gradually excited, and his eyes burned with bloodthirsty killing intent.

The four desolate people in the back didn't rush, but just watched this scene with a smile, as if they were enjoying the appetizer before the big meal.

An old soldier suddenly jumped high, and the cold and shining iron spear stabbed fiercely into the heart of the desolate man.

The desolate man laughed strangely, and actually puffed up his chest to meet the iron spear. Then there was a muffled sound, and the iron spear seemed to be pierced on a stone.

"It's a desert warrior!" the old soldier was so well-informed that his face was pale.

Desolate and desolate warriors are completely different. The former is an ordinary person in the Desolate Tribe, while the latter is like a cultivator in the Desolate Tribe.

What the desolate man cultivates is not vitality, but a kind of violent energy hidden in the muscles, which is called "courage". From shallow to deep, there are three realms, namely: Peacock King, King Kong and Dragon Elephant King.

The bloodthirsty Aguba is the strongest of the Dragon Elephant King's spirits, equivalent to the pinnacle of the Cultivation Realm.

As long as he is called a desert warrior, he must be a peacock king, and his invulnerability is just idleness.

Even if the recruits have never seen it, they have heard of the name of the desert warrior.

Even some veterans were immediately dominated by fear, and the already very messy formation collapsed in an instant.

Ji Paper Kite said lightly: "You are still wrong about one thing. ”

Yan Li said, "Oh?"

"If you don't make a move, these people will die. ”