The bandits walked in a long snake-like procession on the wild ancient road, and at the head of the line was the green goblins, whose skin naturally turned yellow of withered grass in the barren grass, and at the bottom of the line was the salt demons, whose skin looked like a pile of walking rocks.

In the middle of the procession were musk deer slaves for rations, five wagons strapped to booty, and twenty or so captured horses.

The barren hills are the more prominent landforms in the Danube Wilderness, and the Troll Moorlands are like huge heads, walking on the wild ancient path surrounded by the last two barren hills, the Green Goblin and the Salt Demon bandits can't help but let out a cheer.

Breathing in the fresh, cold air, the robbers looked up and squinted, and in the early morning sun, Razor Mountain finally revealed its towering majesty from the barren hills that blocked the view, gilded with a golden circle of light, and Razor Mountain was like a mythical sacred mountain.

The days-long journey has finally come to an end, and all the Salt Goblins and Green Goblins want to do now is to cuddle up to their newly harvested harvest and sleep soundly.

The fatigue of the car and horses all the way made these robbers feel a little slack, although the physical fitness of the robbers is very strong, but there are also many robbers who are so sleepy that their eyelids fight.

When the sound of thunderous hooves hitting the ground came from the barren hills on the left and right, the Green Goblin leader Fanny was riding on a strong war horse munching on preserves, and the salt demon leader Ljungberg followed behind the butt of his warhorse, also tasting the delicious human preserves. As the leader, Ljungberg also wanted to ride on the war horse to show his superior status, but unfortunately, his body was too heavy, as soon as he sat on those war horses, the backbone of these horses would be immediately crushed, and after several attempts, the salt demon leader Ljungberg still chose to walk.

The sour-tasting snakeberry compote was not to the Green Goblin's and Salt Goblin's appetite, but Fanny and Ljungberg ate happily, and they ate with their fingers, and their mouths were full of red juice, like the color of blood.

The key is that eating human things represents a kind of identity and taste - nobility.

That's what the bandits of the wasteland think, that's what the dwarves think, and so do most of Beamon.

The two of them had already discussed that they would keep the red juice on their lips and leave it for their fellow robbers at Razor Mountain to see.

Even the uneven Great Wasteland could not extend its gaze into the distance at once, and the sudden sound of hooves made the Green Goblins and Salt Goblins wonder for a while.

"Is it a herd of winter reindeer in the wasteland?" Vanney smashed his mouth.

All the robbers in the Great Wilderness know that at the foot of the snow-capped mountain occupied by the Razor Mountain goblin tribe, it is the only mountain pass on the Taimurraya Snow Mountain that can go up to Tanggula Peak within a radius of hundreds of miles.

What's even more commendable is that every winter there is a large herd of reindeer in the snow-capped mountains, because the snow on the Tanggula Peak in winter is too thick and frozen very hard, unable to find their favorite grass roots and plants, hungry and unbearable from the ice-suspended Tanggula Peak, to the wasteland to breed, look for food, wait for the spring to thaw, and then return to the high snow-capped mountains.

The Razor Mountain goblin tribe can have meat to feed their people for a year just by hunting these snow-capped reindeer herds every year, and only they have the surplus food to feed giant beasts like earth otters.

As soon as the leader said that it was a reindeer, the Green Goblin robbers took a mouthful of water.

Occasionally a reindeer can be caught in the coniferous pine forest, this animal is very shrewd and timid, and at the slightest wind and grass will immediately spread its hooves and run away, and its meat is very delicious.

The mist of the morning sun seemed to have suffered a huge impact, and it drifted away with a "bang".

The candied fruit in the hands of the two robber leaders fell to the ground along with the bottles.

Rushing out of the last two barren hills, where is the reindeer herd, there are two neat rows of long-haired mammoth elephants on the left and right! Armed to the eyes, golden armor obscured most of their bodies, and the long hairs that fluttered on their bellies shimmered with ancient strength and strength.

On the barren hill, I don't know when, a large group of Beamon men with swords in their hands also stood up, and the armor under their tall bodies was dazzling and eye-catching like golden gods in the early morning sun. The wind on the plains immediately became as desolate as the eternal, and these murderous warriors could only appear in the legends of the Great War of Gods and Demons!

There was no time for the robbers to think about it, and after the mammoth herd stepped slightly clumsily over the top of the high barren hill, with the momentum of the downhill, first slowly and then quickly, gradually spread its hooves, and each of the six mammoths formed a wall of flesh with twenty blades long, and with the sound of hooves and formations like drums, they poured down from the top of the two barren hills, one on the left and one on the right, as if there were countless delicious bananas on the wild ancient road, lowered their heads, and slammed into the robbers without hesitation.

Two groups of long-haired mammoths swooped down to help the huge impact of the dew that hung on the grass roots and jumped to the ground, and the elephant's hooves shook the center of the earth as if to tremble.

The hair on the heads of the salt devils and green goblins were shaken by the huge vibration of the elephant's hooves hitting the ground, and they opened their mouths wide one by one, staring blankly at the group of long-haired giant elephants approaching at high speed.

The green goblins live in the coniferous pine forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, how can anyone who doesn't know the mammoths in the snow-capped mountains, they really can't understand why the mammoths on the snow-capped mountains appear in the wasteland?

The heads of all the robbers fell into chaos and sluggishness, and the dozing robbers' pupils instantly swelled to the extreme, and their eyes were bloodshot; The robber who was talking and laughing, his smile disappeared in an instant, and his mouth was wide open, like a fish in the desert, and his almost spasmodic eyeballs moved with the movement of the mammoth herd.

The robbers suddenly felt like pine nuts in a pie, and the two mammoths on the left and right were like two huge wheat cakes, ready to wrap them in and devour them.

In the face of the sudden rush of this herd of elephants, there are no words to describe the shock and horror of the robbers at this moment, just like looking up at the sky, but suddenly finding a meteorite falling from the sky and smashing into your head.

These majestic long-haired mammoths, twice the size of ordinary elephants, were covered in golden armor, and sat on them a strong man who was screaming wildly.

The long fangs curled up with the vicissitudes of time, and the huge hooves like stone pillars trampled through the prehistoric ice.

Before the herd of elephants arrived, an indescribable coercion had already blown all the robbers cold, and the less daring robbers had already fallen to the ground with leg cramps, grinning at the enlarged herd of mammoths, and dozens of war horses neighed uneasily, and crawled to the ground in fear.

The sound of thunderous hooves became the only theme song in the silent wasteland, and the robbers felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts, as if they were facing avalanches, volcanoes, tornadoes, and other natural disasters, and the torrent of elephants gave them the same feeling.

"Enemy attack!" A Green Goblin soldier finally cried out at his throat, his voice bleak and short.

His voice stopped abruptly, and along with everything he had, was trampled to pieces by the madly trampled swarm of mammoths.

As if a wind was blowing, two herds of mammoths crossed over.

It was the bandits who were at the forefront and the back of the frantically running elephant herd, and under the impact of hundreds of tons, the salt devils' invulnerable salt armor under the iron hooves of the elephant herd proved to be just a pitiful joke.

Beneath the giant hoof, the Salt Demon was either knocked into the air or trampled into the hard frozen soil of the wasteland, and an orderly team was cut into several pieces in an instant.

After a sprint, the two groups of mammoth giants actually turned sideways on the spot, made a big turn, and reversed positions with each other, each rushing in the opposite direction towards the other robbers, and the entire mammoth herd always maintained a neat twenty-blade width queue.

Horrific massacre!

It was like rolling a stone against a swarm of ants, and where the herd passed was a huge gap, and under each hoof print was a deep pool of blood. It was as if a bunch of tomatoes were constantly being trampled on, and the poignancy of that sound could permeate the whole soul.

The musk slaves tied to the back of the carriage looked at everything in front of them with their mouths wide open, bursting blood and entrails all over their bodies, and the color of the sky had turned a deep blue in their eyes.

To add insult to injury, it was not the onslaught of the elephants, but each mammoth also had a thick spruce tree sticking out of its body, these stout logs had not even shaved its bark, and there were clusters of green seedlings growing on the lumps, and it was a group of bald Orephine men who controlled these giant logs, and the trunks of these trees were as easy in their hands as if they were pinching a dog's tail grass.

The front ends of the logs are all sharpened into the tips of the spears, with the power of sprinting, it is suitable to be used as a ram for the city, and how can the flesh and blood of the Green Goblin and the Salt Demon be able to compete, the robbers who were hit by these logs, due to the huge impact force, even knocked off half of the body on this side, and the other half of the body is still standing in place.

After a brief period of distraction, the robbers woke up from a dream, screaming and running in all directions, crashing into each other.

These well-trained mammoths were immediately divided into four groups, one for each three giant elephants, and rushed in a crowded place, and the twelve mammoths were like twelve huge logs, running over and over the wasteland.

I don't know how long it took, but the elephants stopped continuing their turnaround charge, and the fierce sprint made the mammoths start to sweat all over their bodies, and their long noses were whirring and panting.

A group of more than 1,500 robbers, after experiencing several impacts from the elephant herd, finally blocked the mammoth giants' sprint. The robbers should be proud of the power of the swooping impact of the twelve giant mammoths, and even the steel cast gates will be smashed into twisted scrap metal in an instant!

At this time, the wild ancient road was broken all over the wilderness, and the wild grass on the ground was splashed with dew of another color, sticky and heavy, pressing the grass blades to a small drop, and the huge hoof sockets were filled with a thick layer of liquid, which emitted steaming heat in the cold air of the wasteland.

After being baptized by the herd of war elephants, the 1,500-strong robbers were trampled and trampled to death, and at least 600 were wounded.

Under such blows, most of the remaining robbers immediately fled, and the corpses of their companions trampled to mud destroyed all their faith.

There were also a few rammers who raised their courage to wave their weapons and rushed up, and the mammoth's long nose waved like a thousand pounds of giant sticks, and these brave bandit warriors all spewed blood and flew out.

The three shamans of the Green Goblin tribe were all sitting in the carriage because of their weak physique, and they experienced this terrible impact and witnessed the whole process of this bloody massacre, and the hand holding the staff was completely unable to swing any spells.

The Beamon warriors at the top of the barren hill also rushed over, their bodies were huge but vigorous, the leading warrior rushing down from the barren hill on the left was a blonde Pig, shirtless, showing knotted muscles, wielding a terrifying huge mace in his hand, his impact was no less powerful than a mammoth giant elephant, the robber who fled in panic was smashed into pieces by him with a stick, the salt crust of the salt demon under his impact, salt flakes and flesh exploded everywhere, and everywhere the mace went, nothing remained intactThere was a big-bellied Frost Snow Pigchu Beast standing on his shoulder, holding a fat little piglet in his arms, and the robbers' bodies were fluttering with a series of water arrows from the mouth, and everywhere they went, it was miserable. This strong Pig was followed by four green-skinned Beamon, leaping swiftly, and the serrated double knives in his hands were like lightning that cut through the sky in the dark night, with a sweeping momentum, bringing out a fluttering rain of blood.

Rushing down the barren hillside on the right was a giant tree otter running like a penguin, and the knight of Pier sitting in the saddle of its back had entered a frenzy, and the steel axe and the twelve inch steel claws of the otter intertwined a flesh and blood aura around him, which also made the Beamon warriors running behind him have no chance to shoot at all.

Just like two sharp swords, after inserting into the wild ancient road, these two groups of Bimon warriors did not care about the other robbers who fled in a hurry, cut down the robbers and wounded soldiers who had broken down in three or two strokes, swept through a circle, and together with the twelve mammoths, slowly approached the last group of robbers who survived the catastrophe next to the carriage.

Tall, pitch-black figures jumped from the mammoth elephant like ospreys, and the only remaining Green Goblins and Salt Goblins were forced back around the wagon, where there was a large group of equally shivering musk slaves.

The horses pulling the cart were already foaming at the mouth, and the bandits' legs were fluttering violently.

The faces of the three Green Goblin shamans were sprayed with blood and internal organs, and one young Green Goblin shaman could no longer withstand this terrible stimulation and fell limply.

The remaining two shamans' skinned and bony faces trembled in the wind, their green skin turning pale, and the staff in their hands creaked with pinching.

The frail moans and painful wails around them also did not awaken them to their responsibilities as shamans.

"Don't leave a single hair!" With a loud roar, the brutal killing took on a different form and was once again staged in the wasteland.

If it was a nightmare just now, now it's a disaster.

The robbers, who were still a little sane, had not yet had time to summon back the souls that flew out of the clouds, and the black-painted weapons accompanied by the strong figures had already beckoned up, and the ivory long knife pulled a scream in the air, and a knife was a bunch of figures, and after two or three swords, an ivory long knife was immediately scrapped into several pieces.

The whistling spears, the nail-headed sticks that hold the heads, and the thunderous wooden sticks knock down the robbers who have completely lost their fighting spirit like wheat stacks.

The two shamans who had woken up knew that if they didn't fight, they would die, and immediately began to sprinkle bloodthirsty magic with their trembling staffs, red bloodthirsty light flashed, the robbers' hair stood on end, their fangs stuck out of their lips, and they charged back desperately, even if they were ruthlessly cut down, they no longer hesitated, and rushed up one after another, fighting back like a trapped beast.

If the robbers are rocks, then their opponent is a high mountain, compared to the bandits' messy and amateur counterattack, the front row of the Beamon warriors is clear, the front row is the strongest mammoth Hercules and hippo poets, the back row is the panda warriors who throw prism spears from time to time, and the mastiff warriors also picked up the stones, human spears, and logs on the wild ancient road, and smashed them into the bandit pile.

Guoguo, who was standing on Liu Zhenzhen's shoulder, patted the little piglet's ass desperately, but unfortunately Katyusha exhausted the magic power of the serial water arrows during the charge, although the power of this serial water arrows was terrifying, but it really could not last, if it was used in the current encirclement, it could indeed save a lot of work.

Even if there is one less killer, the situation of the robbers is still extremely bad, the siege of the Beamon warriors is like a flesh millstone, once the robbers rush close, they will be immediately cut down in the dust, not rushing, the life-seeking spears and the miscellaneous things smashed by the mastiff warriors are also deadly.

The salt armor of the salt demons and the human armor worn by the green goblins, under the weapons of these Beamon warriors, there is no so-called protective effect at all, and the strong strength of the Beamon warriors ensures that any weapon in their hands is more meteor hammer than the meteor hammer, under this power, even the human infantry equipped with heavy armor has only one way to go, let alone these bandits. Under the guidance of the two clever shamans, the robber also threw his weapon as a ranged attack, and even though a few of them occasionally greeted the opponent's armor, it had no effect except to rub out a cloud of sparks to expose the texture of the vine armor inside.

After a few moments, there was only a piece of corpse-covered mess left on the wild ancient road, as if the rainy season had entered early, and the land was wet.

More than a hundred silent musk slaves hugged each other, their eyes glazed over. They were all strong men like bloody men, and it was all too sudden for the robbers to be unprepared, and the same was true for the musk deer.

The Salt Goblins and Green Goblins who came here with great dreams are left alive with only three Green Goblin shamans, except for some of them who escaped into the barren grass.

Two were shivering, and one was unconscious.

"It's a pity! The robbers still escaped quite a bit and failed to wrap the pie. Liu Zhenzhen hugged the mace in his hand, lit a cigar with the wind on his back, and looked at the barren grass in the sky with a little pity, and the cold wind blew the blood droplets dripping from the dense array in his hand drifting away little by little.

"When the elephant herd turns, there is still a gap between the rows, and the wild grass here is so dense that there is no way to escape." Corina scratched her head, also dissatisfied.

"The mammoth will tie a large log pole behind its butt in the future, so that when it turns, it can be swept away." Liu Zhenzhen waved his hand hatefully.

"My lord, there are still three living mouths!" Goode pointed to the carriage, pulled a handful of hay to himself, and wiped the shaft of the prismatic spear, the body of which was smeared with hay, and the original bright colors were drawn in the fishy blue.

"This is the bloodthirsty bandit shaman!" Liu Zhen laughed, stepped into the carriage, and patted one of the Green Goblin shamans on the shoulder.

The two remaining sober shamans were covered in hair under his gaze, and the staff in their hands slipped silently.

"Robbers can't stay, chop them all!" Vieri resisted his axe, pulled down a Green Goblin shaman, stepped on it with one foot, picked up the axe and prepared to chop it down.

"Stop!" Liu let out a loud roar, and Vieri's great axe froze one centimeter from the robber shaman's head.

The Green Goblin shaman looked at the sharp axe blade, not knowing what was muttering in his mouth, very nervous.

"Keep it for me! Their bloodlust can be developed faster than we can be sacrificed, and I am really curious! Liu Zhenzhen jumped out of the carriage, pushed Vieri away, and picked up the Green Devil shaman from the ground, who was already frightened and almost in shock, and the scrawny Green Devil shaman was pulled by Liu Zhenzhen's hair and thrown into the carriage with his backhand.

"Stab the corpses on the ground one by one, don't leave anything behind!" Liu Zhenzhen picked up a bloody chain mail from the ground, looked at the big toe prints on it, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "My day!" ”

"You're Beamon?" The musk slaves who came back to their senses looked at Liu Zhenzhen in disbelief as the contours of his face gradually became clearer.

"Richard, Lord of Emerald Philip." Liu Zhenwen bowed politely: "Children of the Dier tribe, you are home." ”

"Who do you see who I am?" Vieri picked up a piece of animal skin from the carriage and wiped the blood from his face, revealing a bright smile.

"Master Vieri!" Several musk muskers screamed in surprise and scrambled to pounce, staggered by the vines that wore them on their shoulders.

The militia rushed up and helped the musk slaves cut the vines from the lute bones.

"Monk! Monk! Liu Zhen shouted.

"Yes, yes! Master Richard! "The praying mantis monks were dousing the water in their skins with the big knives on their arms, and as soon as they heard the call of the old man, they immediately rushed over and helped the poor musk people to heal their injuries.

There are traces of wolf smoke rolling on Razor Mountain in the distance, and the Razor Mountain at the height of a hundred blades is enough to take in the range of the Wild Ancient Road, and it seems that the goblin tribe has also noticed that something is wrong.

Liu Zhenzhen looked at the wolf smoke and smiled contemptuously, "A bunch of fools! Let's collect the corpses of these Green Goblins and Salt Demons! ”

(To be continued)