Just when the thief clenched his fist and said this sentence, he was cold, and Tushan in the distance shouted: "Lord Warrior, be careful!"

Ji Thief was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Tushan in astonishment.

I saw that the earth mountain like a half-cut iron tower rushed wildly, and when it was still far away from the thief, it jumped up suddenly, and then, like a cannonball, hugged the waist of the thief, and threw the thief to the ground, and the two rolled for more than ten circles before stopping.

Poof.

Covered in mud, Ji Thief angrily pushed away the earth mountain: "What are you doing!"

Before Tushan could speak, there was a whistling sound in the air, and the blade-toothed tiger roared again and again, flying to the side.

Immediately after, there was a loud bang, and the ground was directly smashed out of a huge pit.

A boulder fell on the place where the thief was standing just now.

Whether it was the pursuing Black Mountain Clansmen or the Frost Valley Clansmen pulling the battle line, they were all stunned by this scene.

The thief stood up and scolded: ", that idiot used the trebuchet!"

Tushan pointed at the coalition troops chasing in, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and his voice became panicked: "Brave, Lord Warrior~"

The thief was stunned, and hurriedly looked back, and saw that another boulder was thrown in the air and landed in the coalition camp, with a loud bang, killing more than a dozen coalition soldiers.

All of a sudden, the coalition forces that rushed into the valley panicked.

On the contrary, those Black Mountain cannibals were stunned, this, what's going on?

The thief roared angrily: "Can anyone tell me what happened! Why are our trebuchets attacking us!"

A boulder that flew into the sky answered the thief.

When seven or eight coalition soldiers were stoned to death on the spot again, finally, panic and uncontrollable happened.

Although the frequency of the trebuchet's attack is only about once a minute, the deterrent effect it causes is far greater than the lethality it causes.

The coalition forces couldn't understand why their trebuchets were fighting themselves in turn.

The Black Mountain cannibals laughed and screamed, and they all knelt down and prayed to the heavens, thinking that God was helping them.

However, as the boulders continued to fall, these Black Mountain cannibals were also afraid, and several tribesmen had already been stoned to death under the trebuchet.

Damn, what the hell do the trebuchet guys out there think, why are they smashed on both sides.

Which end of the hell are they?

The Black Mountain cannibals couldn't figure it out, so they lay on the ground, pouting and shivering, while praying that the boulder would not hit them.

The coalition forces were frightened and fled in all directions.

There is no discipline to speak of, and there are no rules to speak of,

For a time, the valley was full of panicked and fleeing coalition troops.

Outside the valley, the white fox patriarch who was standing on a high place and saw the situation inside through the mouth of the valley laughed: "Yes, yes, that's it, that's it." The Frost Valley Tribe, the Black Mountain Tribe, you all go and die. ”

Several clansmen around him looked at the White Fox Patriarch and asked eagerly, "Patriarch, when are we going to attack?"

The white fox patriarch snorted and looked at the coalition troops who were in a panic because of the stone throwing, and the Black Mountain cannibals who only knew how to lie on the ground and pray, and said: "What's the hurry, first use the trebuchet to smash these bastards to death, go on, throw the stone." ”

"Yes. ”

Dozens of stones were thrown out in a row, and the muddy ground in the valley was full of smashed corpses mixed with mud, and the last bit of spirit of the coalition troops was smashed to ashes.

The white fox patriarch simply loved everyone's sorrow and this panicked scene, and he excitedly danced the wooden spear in his hand: "Come on, continue to smash me." ”

A few echoes rang out, and when they put the boulder in the toss again, they didn't want to, and a crisp snapping sound was so clear and audible in the heavy rain.

The white fox patriarch was stunned for a moment, looked back, and was directly stupid, the middle connection of the trebuchet, because of the continuous huge pressure, at this time, the trebuchet that was broken from it and took a lot of effort to create has become a ball of waste wood.

The white fox patriarch who was moving the boulder sniffed and asked his patriarch: "Clan, patriarch, what should I do now?"

The white fox patriarch looked at the coalition forces and the Black Mountain cannibals who were still in a panic, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Also, what else do you ask, run." ”

With that, he was the first to throw away the trebuchet and walk away.

Just kidding, there are less than forty people from my tribe this time, if it weren't for the trebuchet, how would I dare to attack my allies and the Black Mountain tribe, now it's okay, the trebuchet is broken, if everyone reacts, then I don't know how to die.

Taking advantage of the heavy rain, the White Fox Tribe quickly disappeared without a trace.

He left, but the coalition forces that had entered the valley remained inside.

The coalition forces that originally had high morale and wanted to swallow the Black Mountain tribe, at this time, one by one, they had already lost their will to fight.

In addition, the death of the clansmen who were hit by boulders and whose heads were bleeding was really miserable, which shocked the courage of these coalition troops even more.

Without the suppression of the boulder, Black Mountain led his people to try to stand up, and he looked around, full of devastation.

The ground was littered with corpses on both sides.

The difference is that at this time, the coalition army has no fighting spirit, and I am afraid that it can't even compare to a group of scared lambs.

The patriarchs of several tribes kept telling their subordinates not to panic, but none of them would listen to them.

Eventually, the patriarchs gave up and joined the fleeing crowd.

The coalition army that was still aggressive and wanted to eat the Black Mountain tribe in one bite before, at this time, has covered the entire mountain peak.

The rain was even heavier.

Seeing that the situation was no longer possible, Usma hurriedly came over and dragged the thief away.

However, I don't know what happened to the thief, so he sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes blank, and he didn't say a word.

"Warrior, let's go. ”

Usma pulled the thief with all her might.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, the thief kicked Usma away, grabbed the iron spear on the tiger's back, and roared loudly: "There are only a hundred and ten people left in the Black Mountain tribe now, and they are no longer good! Everyone charge with me, I will definitely kill them all!"

When the words fell, only more than a dozen people from the Frost Valley were willing to follow the thief forward, but those captives from other tribes who were rescued by the thief looked at each other, and then in a panic shout, they dropped their weapons and turned to flee.

"Come back! Damn, come back to me. ”

The thief was in a hurry.

Far from having no effect, his shouts succeeded in attracting Montenegro's attention.

"Ji thief!"

An angry roar came from the Black Mountain Pass, and immediately after, I saw Black Mountain holding a wooden spear in one hand and a shield in the other, leading the remaining Black Mountain cannibals to attack the Frost Valley Clansmen such as Ji Thief.

Seeing this, the thief was furious, and urged the blade-toothed tiger under his crotch to hedge up.

He led more than a dozen Frost Valley tribesmen to engage with the Black Mountain tribe in close combat.

Everywhere in the valley of rout, the two forces collided and smashed out large swaths of blood.

"Lord Warrior, Lord Warrior, stop fighting, let's go!"

After a battle, Usma cried and stopped in front of the thief who wanted to charge again, at this time, there were only eight people left in the Frost Valley who could still stand, including the high-level people.

Looking at the cannibals such as Montenegro who were showing their cruel faces not far in front of them, Ji Thief lost his mind: "Don't stop me!"

"Giant Earth Mountain, take the warrior away!" Usma snatched the iron spear from the thief's hand, shouted, and then turned to attack the Black Mountain tribe.

"Usma! Come back, let's go back together!"

The shout of the thief came from the back of his head, and Usma didn't look back, letting the tears floating out of the corners of his eyes and the rain fall to the ground, and said sadly in his heart: "Lord Warrior, you must, you must live." ”

Thinking to himself, Usma moved forward without hesitation.

However, how could Usma, who was not good at fighting, be an opponent of Montenegro?

The shield set up the iron spear that Usma stabbed over, and the black mountain struck a backhand, and the wooden spear pierced directly through Usma's shoulder, followed by a kick out, right in Usma's lower abdomen.

With this kick, the kicked Usma's internal organs rolled, and he couldn't help the heat in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Montenegro threw away his shield and took a step forward, holding the wooden spear in both hands above his head, and stabbed at Usma on the ground: "Die, bastard!"

The sharp pain in his lower abdomen made Usma not have the slightest strength to dodge, and seeing that the wooden spear could not be stopped, Usma closed his eyes in despair.