The tenth round of the beast riding youth Fan Lin Xiaowei/Divine Arrow Youth Arena to solve the difficulty

(3) The winner is a shirtless person with long hair coiled behind the head, and a sharp protruding sternum on the chest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After cheering and celebrating the victory of the round-up, they collected the beasts in several traps, tied them up with wooden sticks and carried them on their shoulders, except for the white-haired leader, who was alone and heavily bound and imprisoned. The rest of the people also collected the dead of the same tribe one after another, supported the wounded, and walked towards the station of the tribe outside the forest.

The reason why the people of the breasted people are so enthusiastic about hunting the beasts is that there is a saying among the people of this area that eating their meat makes them stronger and makes them walk faster.

The Chest-Tycoons walked through the woods and set out on their way home. The gloom that had previously shrouded the faces of individuals due to the heavy casualties was gradually diluted by the huge amount of loot they had received, and they began to talk about the course and results of the hunt, and along the way, the gloom cleared and they laughed and showed off to each other.

Their triumph or perhaps it was too early for them to return home victoriously and turn into the leader of the easy march, a tall, lanky man with a knotted breast, inadvertently noticed something unusual.

In the bushes and grasses outside the four sides of their end-to-end procession, a thin black smoke faintly steamed, like a large black ring, enclosing them in it, and moving slowly with their walk, without careful discernment, it was simply unnoticed.

The vigilance of the leader of the knotted chest tribe immediately rose, and the experience accumulated in the cruel living environment told him that the crisis had come and he must be careful to guard against it. Otherwise, there is a chance that they will be wiped out at any time, just as they did with the beasts.

He motioned for his men to halt their advance, gathering the captured beasts and the remains of the dead in the center, and leaving the wounded to guard around them. He and the rest of the people gathered in a circle outside, staring out in unison at the suspicious circle of black smoke.

As it turned out, he made the right move.

Just as they had just lined up their defensive formation, a deafening shout and howl sounded without warning, and the sound shook the four fields, making people tremble and creepy. Behind the thorny grass behind the thin black smoke, huhula and the ground, almost at the same time, countless monsters that looked like humans and beasts sprang out, they were huge, barebacked, disheveled, terrifying, all black, with beast-like bodies, but they stood straight with clubs in their hands, and at the same time they shouted from their mouths, they would emit a trace of black smoke. They swarmed up and gathered around them, like a large black wall encircling the knotted people, compressing them tightly together.

For a while, the atmosphere in the forest became extremely terrifying and depressing, and life and death were only in the blink of an eye.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he was called Fang, named after the sharp canine tooth that had a long upper jaw that protruded out of his lips, and he was a well-known hunter in the clan, and he recognized his opponents as half-human, half-beast, fire-weary who could breathe fire from their mouths. However, for such a ferocious alien race, he only heard his name, but did not see his form. I didn't expect to meet on this narrow road today, this group of fierce clans is famous, and when they first see it, they can't help but be shocked by the fangs that have been in battle for a long time.

At this moment, a fire-weary tribe led by a fire-weary man stood out of the group with a thick rod in his hand, and his body was obviously more than a head taller than the knotted chested tribesmen, and he pointed at the group of captured beasts with the head of his club, and let out a clattering cry from his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and low, full of coercion, which probably meant to say, "Leave your captures behind, and you may leave, if not, you will all be killed!"