Mayor Mare looked at the scene in amazement, and although I had already explained some of it to him, some of my plans were beyond his imagination. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoMore than a dozen wild boars were dragged from the forest pigs' nests, and with them were brought back a herd of wild cattle, large, irascible herbivores that lived in the lush meadows between the forests with a reluctant face, but there was no way. Because their leader, a stout male bull, had a new nose ring tied to his nose. While it's rare for the town's hunters to catch these strong, irascible creatures, they alone won't surprise the mayor so much. The real source of shock is behind this team.

A low roar, a large and muscular body. The muffled sound and dust caused by the heavy limbs hitting the ground, and the violent sound of the iron ropes being pulled hard, all proved that the prisoner was good, and the residents who were watching the excitement nearby could not help but open their mouths wide, and even the mayor of the town smacked his lips and shook his head, which was not a disdain, but another kind of exclamation. The two huge Mossen beasts, pulled by the four barbarians, reluctantly walked to the carriage not far ahead, and the two huge carts pulled by four horses were placed on the steel cage that was enough to trap the strong man of the forest.

Seeing the cage getting closer and closer to them, Mawsenmon resisted in fear and anger, even at the expense of their bodies, and forcibly used ground thorns to fight back. But it's not ordinary townspeople who pull it, it's strong barbarians! These big, muscular yellow-bearded men have nothing else, but they have the strength. The two teams of barbarians immediately went into action, and the six barbarians, whose strength was stronger than that of the intermediate warriors, held on to the chains, and even if the opponent was a high-level warrior who had to avoid it, it could not escape their control. The other two barbarians, armed with sledgehammers from the smithy, walked straight up to it and smashed their sledgehammers into the head of the Mawsenmon that looked like they were about to cast a ground thorn. Even the Mawsenmon, whose skull was harder than steel, was dizzy by the hammer, and the hammer that followed made it incapacitated and dragged into its cage by the barbarians, who had exhausted their strength.

The steel door slammed shut, and with the sound of the locks closing, the pair were completely subdued. The townsfolk applauded, giving the audience the kind of cheer that the good performers did to the good actors. In fact, when we entered the town, we brought with us a Mowson beast, which the townspeople had already seen, and today's scene made them admire us more and more, and they were more confident in victory. ''Oh my God, I can't believe it. The mayor clapped his hands and walked with me. "These are 2 7th-order demonic beasts Mosenmon, which is difficult for even high-level warriors to deal with, let alone capture 2 alive." How do you do that? I mean, you guys caught 2 of them without even getting hurt, which is amazing. I'm glad to hear that, but it didn't take much effort to catch them. It's the same tactic as last time, but this time it's 9 undead, and these two Mowsenmons live in two places, relying on traps and undead water balloons, we didn't have much effort to catch these two Mowsommons. But there are a lot of traps to dig into. I told the mayor about the process, and the mayor was both amazed and frustrated, because this method is not for everyone. There are many flying monsters in this world, but there are not many who restrain Mosenmon like the undead, and even small towns can't afford it.

But there's one very important thing in the town, and that's the iron cage! It's not easy to catch such a powerful beast and look at it, but it's much better to have this cage. Naturally, this cage is not new, it has been idle for several years. A long time ago, the mercenaries in the town accidentally captured a pair of cherished giant wolves, and in order to close them, the town specially built these two iron cages. Later, a giant wolf died of his wounds, and his mate died of hunger strike, and the cage was empty, and some other animals were contained, but in the end it was put on hold, and it is still useful again today.

The animals are there, the preparations are done, and now it's time for the robbers to see if it works.

As it gets dark, the townspeople finish their work and go back to their homes. But unlike usual, the men in the town did not go home today to enjoy the dinner cooked by their wives, and everyone climbed the newly built wall with torches and weapons in hand, looking nervously and seriously at every place where there might be an enemy...

''Plop!'' ''Ahhh---hh When the other robbers cautiously approached the pit, the unlucky ones in the pit had already been pierced by a wooden stake more than a meter long. His eyes widened, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. The bandit's captain, Sals, frowned and stomped his foot fiercely: "***** damn iron rod!" (Bieber means water pipes) ''This is not the first time, the forest is full of such traps, and if you fall down, you will die. Along the way, his advance brigade had lost more than a dozen people, which made him very distressed. ''Just a few broken pits to get rid of Lao Tzu's team, when did the sheep in the town learn to be smart?'' Those bastards, no wonder let Lao Tzu take the lead! But whining is complaining, and they still have to bite the bullet. The robbers began at the same pace as a trot, wishing they were the first to rush into the town and burn and loot. But the traps along the way left them with a lot of nerves. These simple traps have been seen many by people from poor backgrounds, and some of them have done it themselves. But the simple toys made by these hunters should be powerful enough to kill them easily when they are scaled up. The robbers had to slow down and move cautiously, guarding against the traps at all times. It was getting darker and darker, and even the robbers who had been hunters could hardly spot the hidden traps, and they slowed down again, and their sharpness was constantly consumed by this deadly forest.

Although the trap caused a lot of trouble for the bandits, it was nothing for a large group of bandits, and only slowed down their speed and time to attack. But Ron, the leader of the bandits, didn't care about this, because the night was coming, and the night was the best cover for the bandits. ''Even if it delays time, it just gives us a better chance.'' Ron didn't feel worried, he said to the deputy commander next to him indifferently, "Those poor people must be waiting for reinforcements from the city, but they don't know that their backers are no better off than them now, and the Kuba Legion will not let them go." ‘’

The robbers kept going, their steps light, one after the other, they didn't want to alarm their prey too soon, but unfortunately, they didn't know that they had already been targeted by other hunters. In the light of the moon, the hunters had already drawn their bowstrings. ''Whoosh--'''

''Boom!'' The flames engulfed the bandits, and the flying pieces of iron pierced through the weak armor of the robbers around them and into their internal organs. The terrible howls and the loud bangs of the explosions intertwined, breaking through the calm that shrouded the forest. The commotion naturally caught the attention of the bandit leader Ron, and as he turned his head, the glow of the flames flashed into his eyes, and the sound of thunder shocked him. ''Could it be magic?'' Impossible, how could they have magicians? It can't be, it's probably a magic prop. As Ron pondered, another flame arose, taking the lives of four or five robbers again.

[Bomberman: LV1; Health: 150; Attack: 80-160; Radius: 5.5m, Target: Ground, Quantity: 1, Cost: 3, Evaluation: Although the skeleton is small and fragile compared to humans, the bombs it throws can deal area damage, dealing lethal damage to a group of enemy troops. 】

Skinny but stiff skeleton, wearing the kind of goggles and hood used by early pilots, plus a bag of watermelon-sized bombs, this is the group injury representative of the Clash Royale Bomberman. Now the skeleton, which was about the height of a goblin, clicked and clicked its joints, exerting unbelievable force, and "excitedly" dropped the bomb dozens of meters away, and when the firelight illuminated his black hole hole eye sockets, the skeleton let out a strange laugh, it was a strange joint knocking sound, and there was a human-like feeling, which made people shudder. After laughing, he quickly lifted another bomb...

The robbers were blown up, and for a while they took refuge everywhere, and the chaos was incomparable. ''Spread out and rush over!'' Fortunately, Ron is not a fool, although he is shocked, he still knows how to deal with it, no matter who the other party is, it is better to rush over than to be bombed. When the captains shouted the truth, the robbers finally mustered up the courage to rush forward, but by the time they rushed to that position, there was no trace of the enemy. Dozens of people were lost before they could see the enemy's face, and a large number of wounded were waiting to be disposed of. This slap in the face is not only a mockery of the robbers, but also a final warning to them.

Ron was finally not so relieved, he felt dangerous, but there was no way, he had come here, he couldn't go back. Not only did he be dissatisfied with the loss, but he also sent a message of cooperation to the other bandit groups in order to successfully take Bieber Town. If he retreats now, he will lose face. So, even if he doesn't want to attack, he has to go! He looked at the traces of the explosion, and there was only charred corpses, minced flesh, and blackened iron sheets that disgusted even murderous robbers. He had some thoughts, he seemed to smell the smell, but he still wanted to get rid of the fear of the robbers and give them the confidence to attack. ''Don't be afraid, everyone. ''He shouted. ''It's just some one-time props, they won't have much, rush over, the gold coin beauties have! Even though he understood that this thing was not an ordinary prop, nor was it a magical artifact, all he could say for now.

''Brothers, let's go!'' But his words clearly worked. Led by Sals, the army of bandits quickly burst out of the woods and rushed towards the distant wall full of torches. Although there were many torches on the wall, the bows and arrows were sparse, and they were too far away to hit any targets. The fighting spirit of the robbers was ignited by this painless attack, and Sals was even more excited: "Brothers, rush !! He shouted with all his might, and the large number of robbers drew closer and closer to the wall, closer and closer to the gate, and the strange iron ball was thrown down again, but the damage done to the robbers was quickly compensated for by their numbers, and Sarson seemed to see the gate slowly open, and the beautiful woman in the red dress greeted him. But Ron, the leader of the bandits, lifted his heart, for the gate was indeed opened! And it's not a beautiful woman who comes out, but a brute bull who is on fire behind her buttocks!

The iron-clad gate opened, and the painful brute bull and the wild boar rushed forward frantically, colliding with the oncoming robbers, but where could the bodies of those robbers withstand the impact of the huge brute bull, and the bones were broken and flew out, and after falling to the ground, they were trampled into pulp by the beasts behind. And Sals, who rushed to the front, of course, inevitably had close contact with these manic brutes, and he was also knocked away, but in the instinct of an intermediate warrior, he blocked in front of him with his sword and escaped to death. Just as he stood up and prepared to retreat, a roar calmed his body, and then, a huge bear-like claw slapped on him, and he was knocked out, his mind blank. When he fell again, he saw only blood-stained ground stabs through his chest in the firelight...

Mowzenmon roared and ran past him......