Gardenia's loving breakfast, Song Yong still didn't succeed in eating it in the end.

Because soon after, a fierce siege battle began to be staged in this sunny winter day.

And the person who caused the battle was Song Yong.

There is a specific situation about the triggering of the battle, which looks like this:

"A member of the Great Huaxia Tribe, an elite disciple from Baoqing Academy, and the highest leader of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, Gray Rabbit: Song Yong, greet your fellow Daoists. ”

With his hands clenched into fists, Song Yong greeted the other party's bone frame loudly.

The reason for this is that he thinks that it doesn't matter if it is a savage and a strong savage, or a mammoth and yak with incredible impact like those large bulldozers.

What really put the most pressure on his heart was the mysterious bone frame in front of him.

And behind him, the dozen or so savage youths who were obviously his disciples.

Which witchcraft these people are from, and what kind of magical witchcraft they have, all of the above is full of unknowns and curiosity for Song Yong.

And the best way to understand this is to ask directly.

According to the basic inheritance he got from the girl of the tough bone witch Jiang Ying, as well as the customary rules between witches.

It seems that such a simple and crude way should achieve good results.

As the most elite part of the human race in the primitive era, every witch is incomparably arrogant.

They are extremely proud of their status as witches.

I don't know at all, or I don't care about it, and hide my background in a way that hides my head.

Sure enough, Song Yong's method worked.

In Song Yong's strange and smelly long greeting, a trace of unexpected expression magically appeared on the face of the bone frame.

Then, the other party also learned Song Yong's action of clenching his fists with both hands.

A voice full of playfulness and gloomy compassion also drifted towards the city wall from afar:

"The Seventh Elder of the Secret Palace, Dark Goose, has seen this fellow Daoist of Baoqing Academy. ”

'Secret Palace?' This strange sect didn't have any impression in Song Yong's mind at all.

Actually, Song Yong didn't think it was a big deal.

Because in the primitive era plane, among the many famous and non-famous witch sects, he had also heard of the Kui Lei Hall where Jiang Ying was born.

He didn't even know more about the sect from which he was born because he forgot to ask the reason.

As for the Dark Temple, it is not surprising at all.

The problem is that the listener has no intention, but he has a heart, and after reporting the door of the Secret Palace, the bone frame called the Dark Goose seems to have done something terrible.

"Hahaha~" A mad laugh like a night owl came out of the mouth of the dark goose with its head held high.

After laughing, he howled with great sighs:

"After a hundred years, our great Secret Hall is finally able to tell your name loudly in front of the other witches, little one, you must be frightened, right? ”

"Think about the year, we~"

If he hadn't been interrupted, it is estimated that this suffocated dark goose would have been talking for a long time and emitting a lot of sincere feelings.

The problem is that Song Yong's simple sentence made him break his work in an instant:

"I'm sorry, this honorable Lord Dark Goose, I really haven't heard of any Laozi secretly visiting the palace. ”

After finishing speaking, the expression on Song Yong's face was really a little embarrassed, he did feel a little ashamed and embarrassed because of his loneliness.

It seems that in the future, it will be more necessary to get more information about the witch class from the mouth of Jiang Ying's girl, so that you can deepen your understanding.

Otherwise, this kind of soil bun is generally expressed, and it is really a bit embarrassing.

The question is, what should I trade with that, those big plaid fishnet stockings, or a thin camisole?

For a while, Song Yong's thoughts emanated, and he didn't know where his mind had gone.

He didn't notice at all that the dark goose's expression had changed greatly in his words.

It was as if he had heard the most ridiculous and incredible thing in this world, and the dark goose with the bone frame became even more crazy in his expression and tone:

"Impossible, the famous Secret Palace, which all the witches could be scared to death when they heard it, you may not have heard of it, I believe that even after hundreds of years, the Secret Palace must be the biggest nightmare in your hearts. ”

"By the way, you must have tried to insult and provoke me in such a ridiculous way! Then I can tell you, boy, that you have succeeded, and by my command to attack, and today I will use this boy's heart as my food for the evening. ”

The second half of this sentence should be commanded to the disciples behind him.

As soon as the voice fell, two young savages carrying a big horn on their shoulders took a few steps straight forward and set up their postures.

And the other savage youth was at one end of the horn, puffing out his mouth and stomach widely, and blowing the horn with all his breath.

Then, in a long, savage trumpet.

Hundreds of wild men in the camp picked up all kinds of weapons at hand and began to rush towards the city wall.

At the same time, more savages picked up various weapons, and they were already on the left and right of the dark geese and the others, and began to assemble.

As a result, a battle that made Song Yong a little confused and confused began.

If he had the choice to repent, he would have said in defiance of his conscience that he had heard of this secret palace, which was quite a bull's reputation.

"Shot~"

An order from Ling was shouted at the foot of the hill when the savage warrior who rushed to the front entered the foot of the hill.

Because the other three sides of the city wall have not been attacked for a reason.

The nearly 300 archers of the coalition army were now urgently mobilized to this side of the wall.

Unfortunately, only the thirty hunting bows of the Grey Earth Tribe are precision products from the modern plane, and the rest of the bows and arrows are all from other tribes.

After this thing is shot, whether it can hit the target depends on the fate of each other.

Fortunately, in the face of these hundreds of people's large-scale charge, what is accurate is not so important.

The bows and arrows of these cottages, released at the same time under Ling's order, can also form a huge fan, covering a considerable area.

In the sound of bowstrings of 'whoosh, whoosh~', the dense arrows fell in a blink of an eye.

Counting the arrows shot by the people of the Grey Earth Tribe, a total of seventy or eighty sharp arrows hit the target.

However, at this moment, a scene that made Song Yong a little shocked happened:

Except for those who were hit by the arrows with iron arrows, they all stopped or slowed down the speed of the charge.

The rest are made of polished animal teeth and stones, and are made of cottage arrows.

They were obviously targeted, but except for a small number of arrows that hit the vital spots, they could slow down the momentum of the wild man's charge in the middle.

The other savages had an arrow stuck in their bodies and continued to charge unaffected.

Such a scene reminded Song Yong of the ancient war movies he had watched, those fierce generals who continued to fight with dense arrows like feather dusters on their bodies.

The problem is that the whole body of those fierce generals is equipped with several heavy armors.

And if these savages are on their bodies, they will be covered with a piece of animal skin, okay!