Burn at the stake!

"Woo......."

The long horn sounded and remembered.

The surrounding tribesmen were hand in hand and foot on their feet, and their faces were full of joy.

For them, when the beast dies, the danger of the tribe's men going into the forest to hunt is much less.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of the horn came to mind again.

"Xiong Da, I don't want to die!" Xiong Er was already so anxious that his eyebrows were burning, and a pair of bear claws kept waving.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The sonorous roar of the tribesmen resounded through the sky, and the momentum was magnificent.

Listening to this roar, Xiong Er swallowed silently.

With his strength, it is okay to bully the bald strong, and it is completely inconspicuous to fight this kind of tribesmen who make a living from hunting.

"Big ...... Bear"

"Big ...... Bear"

"Stop arguing! Will arguing solve the problem? Xiong Er, how many times have I told you, be calm in trouble! Xiong Da was in a hurry, but he was called by Xiong Eryi and broke out directly.

Burn, burn, burn, burn.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Xiong Da's forehead was also sweating, and it was clear that things were not as easy as he said.

There was a loud bang in the sky, Brother Qiang made his debut, little bear, don't be afraid, Brother Qiang is here.

A black shadow flashed in the sky and fell to the ground.

The bald head held the brim of his hat with his right hand, perfectly hiding the panic in his eyes, and smiled:

"Isn't it too unkind for so many of you to bully Xiao Xiongxiong, if there is something, my brother Qiang will accompany you at any time!"

The words are like heavenly sounds, shocking people's hearts.

Pity......

It's not useful.

Shoot the arrows!

The tribesmen made a gap in the middle, and archers poured in and out of the way from all directions.

The bald head broke out in a cold sweat, but when he looked at it, he immediately restrained the panic.

What kind of archer is this?

The bow and arrows were rotten, and the arrows were just ordinary wood, not even the tops were sharpened, and a few pieces of sparse leather only covered the vital points.

What's even more terrifying is that the bald head is strong in this, and he sees an archer who can be the age of the bald strong grandmother.

With shining silver armor, exquisite bows and crossbows, and a division of tigers and wolves armed to the teeth, this is the archer in the imagination of the bald head.

As it is now, Brother Qiang is not afraid at all.

Don't shake it!

The bald head is strong and arrogant.

However, although the enemy is weak, he can't underestimate the enemy, and his bald head and strong eyes are condensed, and his eyes burst out with a sharp gaze, as if he wants to see the enemy thoroughly.

The bald head is strong and his legs are pierced.

The bald head is going to attack?

"Machine, charge me!"

I don't know how the bald head Qiang said this, as the so-called shameless people, the world is invincible.

Crunch.

The 125 mechanics twisted their heads neatly and turned to the side of the archers.

Don't underestimate the organisers! The physique of the machine man is already a strongman (level 1), and those who do not have thermal weapons are not afraid at all.

Quick! The archer boss quickly devises a tactic.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!" When the leader of the archers saw that the machine man was about to attack, he immediately gave orders.

Pity......

These archers don't seem to have much mobility.

"Commander, what are you talking about, people are getting old, and their ears are not good." This is an 80-year-old grandmother.

"Command, he stepped on my foot." This is youth.

"Daddy, Daddy, where's Mommy?" Out of nowhere, a small child snuggled up at the feet of an archer and asked.

For a time, the archers themselves turned their own team upside down.

Skimming through the chaotic atmosphere of the tribe, look at the machine people.

Crunchy.

The people of the agency are all neat and uniform, the pace is the same, and the momentum is pressing.

Several arrows were fired at once, and several of them were hit by arrows, fell, and then stood up.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" The archers went into a frenzy, but no matter how much they fought, they couldn't beat the traps, and every time they were knocked down, they would get back up again.

Fearless Death Warriors!

"They are not people, they are devils, devils!" An archer raised his hand tremblingly as he roared.

As if the atmosphere of surrender would be contagious, the archers, who had no intention of fighting, put their bows and arrows aside and fell to their knees

Cowardice before you fight! The Horde has been defeated!