Instead of overthrowing the brutal Bear rule, this motley coalition of improvised beasts from the forest was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

Seeing the dead and crippled of several leaders, the fierce beasts that had failed the uprising had already fallen to the ground trembling like frightened sheep.

Alan hid in the dark and stole fun, it seems that this gang of fierce beasts should not be the first time to revolt and rebel, one by one like the door is clear, seeing that the boss is unreliable, the younger brothers are all lying there and tied up.

And the Wasteland Storm Bears are too lazy to kill these remnants of the defeated soldiers, they seem to have long been accustomed to these blind guys asking for their own hardships every once in a while, and they have to clean up these itchy guys every once in a while.

One by one, the bears slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking coldly at these inadequate guys.

The remnants of the defeated army were all huddled together, and it seemed that only in this way would they have a little more security, and even those fierce beasts with a fierce and warlike nature buried their heads like ostriches, and did not even dare to look at them.

A dark giant wolf, which seemed to have only suffered a little flesh wound, crawled on the ground, slowly moved behind the giant clawed tree that was already lying on the ground and rolled its eyes, seeing that the wasteland storm bear did not seem to notice him, after his legs were full of strength, he saw the opportunity, suddenly jumped high, turned around and ran.

The Dark Wolf was confident in his speed, believing that if he pulled away, the obese Evil Stars would never be able to catch up with him.

The Dark Giant Wolf is only an ordinary medium-sized beast, and its brain size is estimated to be not much larger than that of an ordinary giant wolf, and out of the desire for life and the fear of death, it chooses to flee.

It has only one thought in its head, that is, to run, run far away, as long as it escapes back into the group, it will never provoke these evil stars again, even if it sees them in the future, it will walk around them far away.

This dark wolf's abacus is really good, as long as it is not a head-on conflict, these violent bears who sleep all year round except for fighting, let alone running and chasing, are usually too lazy to take two quick steps, let alone chase this extremely fast dark wolf.

But not chasing, it doesn't mean that you are watching, a wasteland storm bear was the first to notice this giant wolf that ran away, without the slightest hesitation, kicked over the spine sword tiger that was half-squatting on the ground, and broke the blade sword behind the spine sword tiger with one claw, and the unlucky ghost who was about to breathe in pain wailed non-stop, and after struggling twice, he was completely killed.

The Wasteland Bear's thick arm flicked, and the bladed sword on its claws, like a meteor, pierced into the back of the head of the dark giant wolf that had leapt into the air.

The dark wolf, who had just been immersed in the joy of escaping, didn't even have time to scream, and the lifeless corpse fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

This scene not only frightened the whimpering beasts, but even Allen, who was hiding in the shadows, applauded.

"This accuracy, this reaction, this explosive power, no wonder I walk sideways in the beast forest every day." Alan really can't see that there is such a hand in looking at the wasteland storms who are a little obsessed.

The other Wasteland Storm Bears howled triumphantly, as if to warn the beasts not to play any more bad ideas, and the horror in the eyes of the beasts was even greater.

At this moment, the leading wasteland bear riding on the giant clawed tree suddenly crooked its neck and fell to the ground.

A few wasteland bears hurriedly surrounded them, constantly patting their leader's big belly with their paws.

Alan was also taken aback by this scene, why did the leader of the violent bear, who had just killed the Quartet majestic, suddenly fall down, and he didn't see it injured just now.

A moment later, the wasteland violent bears who had originally surrounded the leader let out an earth-shattering roar, their big black and white eyes, covered with bloodshots, twisted their heads, and kept looking at the fierce beasts lying on the ground trembling.

After a while, several wasteland bears landed on all fours, constantly slapping the ground under their feet, and making a "whine" sound from their mouths.

There seemed to be a strong sadness and anger in that cry.

After venting, the Wasteland Bears stood up and slapped and kicked at the beasts that had surrendered.

A wasteland bear with a missing piece of hair on its neck raised its paws and pointed into the distance, letting out a few roars of rage.

The fierce beasts that had been crawling on the ground were like being pardoned, and they howled and galloped away.

Fortunately, the direction of the Wasteland Storm Bear's finger is diametrically opposite to the place where Alan is hiding, and the beasts have long been in a panic, so they don't care which direction is their lair, and the Storm Bear can run wherever they point.

After a few moments, all the beasts that could move, except for the giant tree lying on the ground and the horned python with a dizzy steering wheel, all dispersed.

It's not that the giant clawed tree doesn't want to run, but the problem is that the neck is now high and swollen, and it's difficult to even breathe, let alone run with everyone.

As for the horned python, a rare beast, I can't even figure out the direction, and I'm still dizzy, and the horn on the snake's head has also been broken, stupidly coiled on the ground, with two green eyes, and no focus.

Seeing the beasts fleeing into the wilderness, the Wasteland Bears huddled together and surrounded their leader, their mouths constantly whining and wailing.

Babylon the Great, a man who was more than two meters tall like an iron tower, asked sadly, "Chief, what's wrong with it, it's okay just now?" ”

Alan recalled, and said with some uncertainty: "It should be poisoned, the old chief told me before, the deceased prophet of the tribe once left a record, the poison of this horned wing python is very domineering, just now it bit on the belly of the wasteland storm, I don't know what the reason, and now it is attacking." ”

"Is there any salvation then?" As a warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe, Babylon the Great has a natural affinity for the Wasteland Storm Bear Clan, especially when he sees the bravery of these guys, even he, a barbarian, admires the five-body throw.

"How can I save this, there is no serum, forget it, you don't understand what it means."

Babylon the Great hesitated, "Chief, little Zach said that you have gained the friendship of these wasteland bears, and as a friend, you can't die without saving you." ”

Alan sighed, rose from the grass, and slowly approached the Wasteland Bears.

Counting this time, he has dealt with these foodies three times, except for the first danger, the second time he got along with them quite happily, but this time, the wasteland storms are obviously emotional, I hope this time these foodies can still remember themselves.