1:395 Fighting Against the Demon Realm (4)

It turned out that while the wolf golem was radiating a beam cannon, there was a small area of its mouth that could not be covered by a protective shield. While this area allows beams of light to shoot out, it also creates a hole in the defenses.

Aiming at this hole, the spear with powerful piercing power shot directly through the beam, piercing the mouth of the wolf golem, piercing its back, and then piercing the chest of the fox leader Renard!

"Click!" the fox spat out a mouthful of blood, the body of the gun pushing him backwards, his hand off the control panel, clutching wildly in the air.

No amount of struggle will help. The kitsune's heart was pierced perfectly, and his short hands could not touch the golem's control panel again.

"The Gungnir is also in your hands," Renard said, spitting blood.

"Hmph, this is also a newly unearthed artifact, and you have the privilege of experiencing its power firsthand. Tutan sneered, and now it was his turn to be triumphant.

"You're in luck!" Renard vomited another mouthful of blood and died. Losing its manipulator, the wolf golem fell to the ground like scrap metal.

The huge ark slowly descended and came to Bediwell. The werewolf boy looked at the elephant patriarch in front of him, Tutan sat cross-legged, and the herbalist Pavor on the side was busy medicating and bandaging Pav, who was severely burned on half of his body.

"Yo, boys, what a coincidence, are you also passing by?" said the Tutan patriarch as he grabbed his long pipe with his unburned hand and smoked.

"Patriarch" Bediville looked at the elephant man with mixed feelings, and Albert was even more exaggerated, looking at Tutan with a look of adoration.

"Hmph, there's another one, isn't this the Heavenly Knight of Pantoraken, Grand Duke Hall, long time no see!" Hale had just finished using magic to heal his leg injury, and his severed right leg had regrown bone and flesh, but it was not fully connected and could not move. The seasoned knight knew that the situation was not good, so he had to say, "Patriarch Tutan, you have come at a good time. Did you hear what the fox said?—we don't need to be enemies. "All I heard was that the fox going crazy. I will not comment on how much of his words are credible. Tutan said in an ambiguous tone, "However, you have done me a great favor, and I can spare you from pursuing your trespass on my territory." Please disappear from our territory within twenty-four hours. Grand Duke Hall nodded, "Thank you for the grace of the patriarch." Beddyville—" The werewolf boy turned to look at Hall.

"The mage will recover soon. Will you come with us then?" the werewolf boy shook his head, "No, there's still work to be done for me. Hall smiled, "Okay." Good luck, kid. Hall looked at Albert again. The tiger boy ignored Hall at all.

The ark had landed almost to the same height as the platform they were on in Bediville. The elephants jumped out of the ark and walked onto the platform.

"It's really inhumane. Tutan walked down and looked at the white bears [in captivity] in the more than 200 private rooms under the transparent floor of the platform.

An elephant man has smashed a piece of the floor and opened the passage to the captivity. As soon as the floor was shattered, a terrible stench came from the house: the captive room was like a real pigsty!

Patriarch Tutan looked disgusted, he knew that destroying the foxes was the right choice. As he said earlier, foxes are not human at all.

"The eyes are glazed and brainwashed. Pavor on the side looked at the white bears, "No help." Bedivel again remembered his brother Papalov.

Papa was probably bred in captivity like this. Brainwashed and washed into an idiot, then locked up in such a single room, [raised] to the right age, and sold into human shijie as a slave.

What a dedignified and miserable life this is!

Watching the elephants rescue the bears one by one, Bediwell couldn't help but ask, "Patriarch, what are you going to do with these white bears?" "What do you say should be done?" Tutan asked Bediwell, "They are not easy to raise, and there is not enough food in the clan to feed so many people." "That's true. The Elephant Terran did their best just to feed themselves. The more than 200 white bears who have been brainwashed into idiots not only have no way to help (they can only do simple work), but also eat a lot.

It is almost impossible to feed more than two hundred mouths. The only way to do this is—"Let's talk about business, shall we?" "I will pay the public price, two thousand gold coins of Pantoracan for a slave, and these two hundred ** are about four hundred thousand gold coins." I want them all. Except for Tutan, everyone present was stunned by Grand Duke Hall's words.

"You, are you serious, Grand Duke!?" Bediwell exclaimed.

"Hmph, interesting deal. Do you think I'll agree?" Tutan said, "five thousand gold coins each." I don't give a child less. "Two thousand five hundred. Hall said.

"Four thousand five hundred. Tutan said with a low price.

"Three thousand. Hall raised the price again.

"Four thousand. Tutan said again.

"Five thousand. Hall continued.

"Three thousand. Hey?!" "Deal!" Hall finalized.

"Woo" the elephant patriarch covered his face with one hand, "Okay, three thousand gold coins is three thousand gold coins." I'll hand it over to you as soon as the number of people is counted. (Anyway, I'm not profiting.) "With so many slaves, I can't transport them and lend you a boat. Hallau.

(I'll be able to weaken your forces anyway.) You're also in charge of transporting my troops. "Yes. Tutan readily agreed.

(Send these plague gods away, and let you humans worry about the rest of the matter!) Bedivel looked at the two men incredulously. A few weeks ago, the two men were bitter enemies fighting each other, and now they are actually talking about business. Unbelievable!

"Hey, there's a guy here, it's not a white bear!" a gout screamed to catch everyone's attention.

The Elephant Man brought a Tiger Man from his captivity!

The pure white tiger man without tiger stripes looks like a young man in his twenties. He has been completely brainwashed into an idiot. was kept in captivity, half-kneeling on the ground for many years, his back was already a little hunched, and his body was too thin to look good.

The moment Albert saw the tigerman, he was stunned. In the next second, he shouted again with a mixture of joy and sorrow, "Brother!?" "Ai, Ai El?" replied vaguely to the young tiger man.

"Are you joking with me!?" Bediwell exclaimed, "Didn't your brother die in the massacre in Egypt ten years ago?" "The massacre in Egypt?" exclaimed the Grand Duke of Hall, "has there ever been such an event in history?" "Of course you humans know very little about it. Patriarch Tutan said, "Pharaoh Ptolemy XXI must have done a lot of dirty tricks to cover up the fact of the massacre." "What nonsense are you talking about!" Grand Duke Hall was even more puzzled, "A pharaoh in history is Ptolemy XVII, he died hundreds of years ago! Egypt is now a parliamentary system governed by a parliament, how can it be possible to do such a brutal thing?" Tutan and Hall's faces were gloomy at the same time. There seems to be some kind of huge conspiracy behind this shijie history.

And the key to solving this mystery is right in front of them.

Everyone looked at the tiger man youth. He was being hugged by his brother Albert, constantly shivering in the cold winter wind.