"I think we might be saved," Diego said, and ran down the hill, "Follow me!" ”

Behind him, Masrae was a little baffled, was this going to die? He hesitated, but rushed down with Guan Haifa.

At first, Diego didn't run fast, but after a few dozen meters, he found that he couldn't stop. He was running faster and faster, and he couldn't stop the car at all, and if he had to stop, Diego was sure that he would fly out immediately. Fortunately, Diego had no intention of braking, so he ran straight towards the woodland between the two trolls. However, although he was already frantically tossing his legs, a few minutes later, a giant bear overtook him on a rampage, crashing into the jungle ahead, and making a straight way through the dense forest.

At this time, the trolls of the Bloodtop Clan and the Skull Splitting Clan were getting closer and closer, and they could almost see each other's faces. Ganzuraen licked the fangs at the corners of his mouth and laughed cruelly. He had longed for this day for a long time, and after a long period of sneak attacks, harassment, and spying, the Bloodtop Clan needed a final battle to settle their old enemies. He bet Annashik of the Skullsplitting Clan thought the same thing.

When the two sides were still about seventy or eighty meters apart, Ganlazun raised his right hand. Behind him, the blood-topped trolls took the wooden spears from behind their backs and held them in their hands. These wooden spears are made of native poison arrowwood, which seals their throats with blood, and are the best weapon for countering the trolls' ability to regenerate. When the leader swings his arm, the wooden spears will be thrown like lightning, drinking the blood of their enemies.

However, at this moment, they heard a loud sound of a series of branches being broken from the hillside, and then a huge black shadow whizzed past their eyes and disappeared into the dense forest on the right. Before they could understand what was happening, another yellow shadow ran past them. Finally, there was a screaming human—he was also fast, but much slower than the two shadows that had run past him, at least the trolls could tell it was a human.

Although I don't know if it's friend or foe, it's out of a brutal nature. The trolls of the two tribes threw their wooden spears at him in unison.

The human was about to die under the dense barrage of spears, but at that moment, the human raised his right hand, shouted something - the trolls felt as if they heard a leopard's roar - and suddenly ran faster. Throwing spears rained down on him. But it didn't miss - he shot the troll on the other side.

The trolls let out a scream. They just woke up from a dream and realized that the biggest threat still came from their thousand-year-old enemy, and as for the three guys who had just run over, they had already left them behind.

"Come on, chop them up!" Ganzurahn roared wildly. After another wave of throwing spears. The blood-topped trolls drew their tomahawks and rushed forward. A few seconds later, the tall, sturdy creatures slammed into each other. They slash and stab like crazy, all mixed together in a chaotic way, and there is no formation at all - you just cut off the head of an enemy, and the next moment you can be pierced by a wooden spear from behind. These people are not so much fighting as a group of beasts instinctively biting at each other.

But at a certain moment, these scuffling trolls suddenly stopped fighting, and they all looked north because of the jungle from that direction. The sound of a tree branch being broken was constantly being heard, louder and louder than before.

Could it be that they were the same uninvited guests as those three guys just now? The unpleasant memory of the prey just shot was instantly recalled, and at this moment, whether it was a bloody top or a skull, almost all the trolls were enraged - they couldn't even fight a battle, they could come and go when they wanted, and they could leave as much as they wanted, public toilets? Without hesitation, each troll threw their wooden spears into the dense forest in that direction.

There was a loud wail and a heavy ** falling to the ground in the woods. A few seconds later. A group of ogres crashed out of the forest, and the one at the front had a wooden spear stuck in his shoulder, and blue blood was dripping from the hilt. But the ogre didn't care, and it didn't seem like the poison carried by the arrow poison wood was not very effective for the big man.

"Hand over our food. That's for ogres! The ogre roared angrily, seemingly angry that the loss of the meal was more infuriating than his own pain.

"Hell, how do we know where your food is?" Ganzulain blurted out, and in his mind, he didn't realize that this qiē might have something to do with the three guys who had just run over.

His words were rejected by the ogre. The irascible ogre angrily swung the stick in his hand and slammed it down.

The Blood Boss dodged with agility. But the troll standing behind him wasn't so lucky. With a terrible sound of broken tendons, his smashed brain burst and he fell to the ground, looking dead.

The trolls were enraged. This kind of inexplicable hurt and humiliation is obviously unacceptable to them.

"Bloodtop Clan, attack!" Ganlazun shouted. Beside him, dozens of trolls swarmed up and pounced on the big fat men. On the other side, the skull-splitting trolls are also fighting their own hatred.

A race war between ogres and trolls broke out in an instant. The ogres are stronger, but the trolls have the advantage of numbers and agility, and for a while, the two sides are evenly matched.

And while the ogres and trolls were in full swing, Diego and Masrae didn't go far—not that they didn't want to, but they just didn't have the strength to keep going. The previous desperate run had already drained all their strength, and even Guan Haifa was paralyzed on the ground, sticking out his tongue and panting rapidly.

They crawled on the southern edge of the basin and watched with relish as the two savage races fought in the basin, and from time to time trees were hit and creaked to the ground.

But they didn't wait for these people to decide the winner, because it meant nothing to them. And for humans, neither ogres nor trolls are good creatures, as can be seen from their names alone, Diego doesn't care about their lives or deaths.

Before the battle was over, Diego and Masrae, who had recovered their bodies, set out on their way south again. They still have a long way to go, and in the jungle, it's even more winding. Along the way, they will pass through several ruins left over from the era of the Cuba Rush Empire, which are probably still entrenched by trolls, and are not so easy to get to Guò. (To be continued.) )