The vastness of the vast mountains is not what ordinary people can imagine, not all of them are mountains, in fact, there are countless forests, plains, hills, and countless rivers flowing in this land.

The vast giants here, although they are born swordsmen, are not a group of qualified builders, this land has not changed at all for thousands of years, and the giants abide by the traditional life, which is completely tribal.

There are no roads, no bridges, no farmland, and the farming civilization has nothing to do with the giants, they are not even as good as the red-scaled people on the grassland, they at least know how to graze.

And these giants only know hunting and gathering.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, and it is precisely because the giants have not overexploited this land that the original landform and various rare animals and plants here have been preserved. Take the golden gopher, for example.

This golden gopher was lazily basking in the sun at the entrance of the cave, and it didn't know how precious it would be if its fur was sent to the Chu State, and it was the material for making the best brushes.

Today, it seems that this gopher has gained a lot of money, its mouth is full of bulging bags, and it is still chewing while basking in the sun.

But its leisurely life was about to be interrupted, and a tremor of the earth shook it. The golden gopher looked around vigilantly, but before it could figure out the situation, a flame passed over him.

Fortunately, the flame was already weak and did not burn it, but the beautiful hair was completely destroyed. Overly frightened, the gophers desperately burrow into the holes, and they also dig back in the dirt desperately. The small hole was quickly sealed.

The gopher reacted very correctly, and when the hole was sealed, another flame swept through it. The flame was obviously very hot, and all the bushes were ignited, and the wet grass was instantly dried and ignited.

Along with the flames came a man desperately fleeing, while behind him was a group of giants with an average height of three meters chasing him.

And from both sides of this man, there are quite a few giants who are outflanking. As a last resort, the man used the ring of fire trick to kill himself, and round rings of fire rushed out from under his feet, blocking these pursuers.

The man who fled was none other than Flowing Fire.

The beginning of Flowing Fire's journey in the Vast Mountain was still very smooth, and the Vast City sent several times the usual hunter troops, attracting the attention of countless tribes, and the Flowing Fire went deep into the hinterland of the Vast Mountain under the cover of this battle.

But the more you go, the more frightening it becomes. It turned out that there were countless tribes in the hinterland of the vast mountains, and the army of the Shi Meng family only harassed the outer tribes, and there was no impact at all.

Drifting Fire carefully avoided the tribes, walking through the mountains and forests like a wild man. It's a pity that no matter how careful he is, he can't match the vigilance of these natives. After only three days of going deep into the vast mountain, the flowing fire was targeted by two groups of tribes.

The hatred between giants and mortals has lasted for more than a hundred years, and now when you see a lonely mortal, how can you be polite. Thousands of tribesmen gave up their jobs and came in a hurry.

In this fight, Liuhuo knew the horror of the giants.

Even women and children can wield a three-foot sword, which is also outrageous. And these giants who are not afraid of death have no intention of fighting alone at all, and they are all rushing upwards in a swarm.

The physique of the giants is really not to say. Those ice arrows that can freeze mortals to death can only condense into a thin layer of ice armor on the giant's body, and the strong giant can break through this ice sheet with a little force.

Those poisonous smokes that could make thousands of mortals lose their combat effectiveness actually only changed the giants for a moment of dizziness.

Not to mention any wooden thorn attacks, this thing is no different from a toothpick. As for what thorns, traps, not to mention, that is, tickling.

Flowing Fire really didn't want to kill, but all the low-level spells had no effect, and he had to play with his life. When a circling dragon was summoned, the giants' casualties began to increase.

The roaring dragon roasted countless giants to roast meat, and the scorching air currents brought large areas of oxygen, suffocating many giants to death.

Just as Drifting Fire thought that the situation had eased, countless giants suddenly burst out of the woods on either side of him, and rushed towards him with a roar. But at this time, it was too late to summon the fire dragon back, and there was not enough time to meditate on new spells.

In desperation, Flowing Fire could only desperately release the instantaneous ring of fire and ice, dragging the giant's footsteps to death, while he ran for his life.

Panicking, now the flowing fire has long forgotten the sense of direction, so he can only pick a weak gap and run out, and after the next ambush circle, he will choose another weak gap.

Just kept colliding like this, running for three days and three nights, and he didn't get rid of these pursuers.

However, Liuhuo knew that these pursuers had changed six batches, and just by looking at the tattooed totems on their bodies, he knew that they belonged to six different tribes.

Drifting Fire knew that these tribes had their own territorial ranges, and the pursuit could only be pursued to the border. Once the Driftfire crosses the line, the next tribe is responsible for the pursuit, which is why the Driftfire is always ambushed.

Damn, they've already arranged it in front, just waiting for you to rush in.

Giants, giants. Although there are often contradictions and even wars between these tribes, in the face of the awakened, it is the same hatred.

The fire horses have long since lost their knapsacks, and their backpacks have been lost. Only some extremely important things were still in his arms, and now the Flowing Fire hadn't closed his eyes for three days.

Luckily, the Skywalker gear on Flowing Fire was very reliable, and it always saved his life when he was in the most danger.

Fortunately, there is still food and drink in the vast mountains, there are wild fruits on the trees, and there are springs in the streams. When the enemy is not chasing too quickly, you can still sit down and catch your breath.

Now the fire was hidden in the crown of a large tree, biting a sour wild apple in its mouth, and its eyes were vigilantly watching its surroundings.

Liuhuo recounted all the experiences of the past three days in his mind, and he still recalled the master's explanation to him.

"The vast giant, only believe in strength, the weak here is a dead end... I think back then, when I went into the vast mountains alone, I relied on fighting all the way, and I went directly to the altar of the god of war, and along the way, I shocked countless tribes, and in the end, no one dared to challenge me..."

Back then, after the master said these words to Liuhuo after drinking, Liuhuo always thought that the master was a little bragging, but today, when he saw the posture of these orcs, Liuhuo knew that the master was not lying.

The master was probably forced to be anxious back then, and the rabbit was anxious and bit people. What's more, these giants don't give up, and they chase after them when they see bullies.

It's really in response to the saying of the Chu State, "Lao Tzu sees cowardice, and he is angry..."

Liuhuo took a bite of the sour apple fiercely, and secretly made up his mind.

"I can't run away anymore, I can't have any mercy anymore, if I don't kill them, they won't let me go at all..."

Just as the Flowing Fire was gritting its teeth there, a dozen orcs suddenly came out of the bushes not far away, and it seemed that they had found traces of the Flowing Fire again.

More and more orcs followed, and at last there were more than eighty, and these big men, looking around excitedly, saw the fire hidden in the bushes after a while.

"Here, the Awoken is hiding in a tree..."

Before the words fell, the group of orcs rushed over like a tide, and many of them even threw the hand axes on their waists as throwing knives.

The orcs were excited, they had now surrounded the big tree, and it seemed that the little man would not be able to run away anymore.

Just as the orcs pounced excitedly. They didn't even notice that around them, around the big trees, countless tiny Venus were drifting. Faintly, these Venus stars are connected into countless lines.

Flowing Fire is casting spells, and he is casting his most original spell 'Flowing Fire in the Wind'

When the golden threads had already taken shape, a violent gust of air suddenly erupted from the canopy, stirring the golden threads to swing desperately.

There is no doubt that when these golden threads were whipped against the giant's body, the indestructible flesh was cut like tofu.

In an instant, the screams became one.

The giant who had his arm cut off grabbed the severed arm and screamed there, but unfortunately the screams didn't last twice, and his body was quickly cut into pieces by four or five gold wires and fell to the ground.

The power of the golden threads is unmatched, and even the hardest skull on the body cannot resist these high-temperature burning lines. The entire skull was lifted open, revealing the white ** inside.

But in just two or three breaths, none of the more than eighty giants escaped, and all of them died tragically under the attack of the flowing fire.

Driftfire jumped off the canopy, gasping for breath to regain his strength, and he sighed as he looked at the stump entrails of the place.

"Why are you so troubled? I didn't want to kill you, but you are so deceitful..."

Flowing Fire walked over to the pile of corpses, and cut off the tattooed totems on the corpse fragments. Flowing Fire knew that for orcs, cutting off the totem was the most cruel punishment, far more cruel than cutting off the head.

Because in the orc tradition, the soul that has lost the protection of the totem will not return to the arms of the god of war.

Flowing fire nailed these dozens of pieces of skin to the trunk of the tree, which was meant to deter the pursuers.

"Alright, now it's your turn to be afraid..."

With that, Driftfire dodged into the jungle and began his counterattack journey.

The annihilation of the 80 orcs really shocked the latecomers, especially after they saw the totem nailed to the trunk, an unprecedented fear appeared on their faces.

The pursuers were a little uncertain, and they hoped that the chief of the tribe would guide them. Unfortunately, not long after the orc who went back to report the news had just disappeared in the bushes, a terrible scream came from the bushes.

The counterattack drama of the flowing fire has finally begun.

Without mercy, without sympathy, the fire quickly walked through the woods, hunting down every lonely. And at this time, the special set of Skywalker equipment on his body was also used to the extreme by the Flowing Fire. Like a gust of wind, he swept through the dense forest, leaving behind a bloody rain.

In just half a day, Liuhuo collected hundreds of totem skins in this dense forest. Liuhuo looked at the hideous snake totem on his skin, and said secretly in his heart.

"Alright, it's almost time to visit your lair..."