Mortal enemy! Be sure to kill them.

Perhaps the beheader had such a thought, and the weapon in his hand was even more violent.

The old man had already seen this creature, they were the sentry horses sent by the Argonians, but by mistake, two teams that wanted to go to the opposite side to collect news had come together.

The leader of the Argonian people also saw the Xuanhuang people on the other side clearly, they had not seen the three-eyed creatures yet, but the six arms had seen a lot.

The two sides confirmed their eyes, and immediately a trace of surprise flashed from the corners of their eyes, they never thought that the other party was so similar to themselves in some aspects.

Mounts, bows and arrows, bone knives, stone tools.

The Decapitator took the Argonian Sentinels by surprise, and many of the Argonians were smashed off their mounts before they could exchange their bows for melee weapons.

The leader of the sentry cavalry was a crimson-skinned wurmite, and when he saw that the enemy had rushed in front of him, he threw the hardwood bow in his hand at the enemy line with his backhand, raised the stone spear, and clamped his mount between his legs, and met the enemy line.

He felt that his side was already at a disadvantage, and he must not lose again in momentum, otherwise he would be defeated.

"Bang!" The flames splashed, the stone spear smashed on the stone spear, and the wurm felt the huge force from the stone spear, secretly estimating the strength of the other party.

The strength of the other party is great, but it is also within the tolerable range, but the collision of the stone spear and the stone spear makes him feel a sense of heartache.

Although the stone spear is extremely poor in toughness, the opponents in the past were all hand-to-hand beasts, and there was no chance of collision at all, but now, the opponent also uses stone tools, so the weapons of the two are damaged quickly.

With the leader of the Sentinels leading the counterattack, the wurmites threw their longbows one after another, and with a flick of their spears, they stabbed at the decapitators in the vicinity.

The battle took place in the yellow sand, and many times, the yellow sand blew so that you couldn't open your eyes.

In order to gain the upper hand, the two sides riveted their strength.

At this time, the downwind side has a geographical advantage, while the upwind side has bad luck.

There was a constant sound of stone tools crashing, and there was also a muffled grunt.

In the end, the decapitators won the battle, killing all the sentinels and capturing all of their equipment.

This is the first time that the Xuanhuang people have seen the Yalongs, and it is also the first time that the Yalongs have seen the Xuanhuang people, and the two sides did not sympathize with each other, some just killed each other without saying a word!

……

Five days later.

The decapitator's direction remained unchanged and continued westward.

From the perspective of the decapitators, this desert seems to be endless, and even after walking for many days, they still can't see the edge ahead, and some are just desolate one after another.

There are no creatures along the way, even palm-length lizards are rare to see, plants are very scarce, and many times, a light green in the distance, when you walk over, it is just a thin layer of weeds.

Fortunately, the decapitator was well prepared, and killed more than a hundred Argonian sentinels on the way, and the food and water were replenished, so that the bags hanging on both sides of the wolf would not be deflated.

There was another patch of green ahead, and this patch of green was much thicker than the green that had been encountered before, and according to the experience of the decapitator, it must have been a large oasis ahead.

The leader made a gesture, and the wolf under his seat sped up and galloped towards the green.

Gradually, the green gradually expanded, and slowly there was a three-dimensional picture, first towering trees, and then a quiet river.

More than 100 herbivores stopped by the river, they were leisurely drinking water, and after discovering the decapitator, they immediately ran towards the distant valley under the leadership of the leader, and disappeared into the vast yellow world in a short time.

The beheader didn't pay attention to it, and went straight to the small river, which was scraped by the yellow sand for a few days, and his body was already very uncomfortable, and when he saw the water, it was as if he had seen a beautiful wife who had been ignoring him for a long time, and he couldn't wait to merge with it one by one.

The water, though not cool, was enough to make them moan comfortably, but after a few sips, there was a sudden bitter word - it was so salty!

Still, it's good to wash the dust off your body.

Although the more than 100 beheaders are all people who are accustomed to suffering, they are not cast in iron, and they can be more comfortable, so they naturally will not suffer stupidly.

The leader of the decapitators did not rush into the water, he stood quietly by the creek, vigilantly watching everything around him.

Everything was normal, but he had a sense of foreboding, but he didn't know exactly what was wrong or where there was danger.

He looked far to the west, where there was a race whose wisdom was not below their Xuanhuang people.

He had always thought that his race was unique, and his hard work and wisdom to play with the surrounding species have led him to where he is now.

However, just a few days ago, they met the Argonians from the West.

Judging from the fact that the other side also used bows and arrows, stone tools, and even flints with fire, it seems that the wisdom of the other side is by no means inferior to them.

He had a great anticipation for the Western world.

The gaze lingered for a while in the west, where there was really no good view, except for the yellow sand and the loess.

He found a tree and sat down under it.

All the while, the wolf sat quietly beside him, he reached out and touched the wolf's head, the wolf rubbed his head in his arms, and then stretched out his tongue and licked his face.

He smiled, and the gloom in his heart seemed to fade a lot.

A cool breeze blew, he felt very comfortable, his body gradually relaxed, and when the tiredness came up, the breath gradually turned into the rhythm of snoring.

I don't know how long it took, but he got up from a spirit in his sleep, and his eyes were shocked, and everything around him was as usual.

The wolf was still crouching beside him, and his men were still playing in the river.

It turned out to be a nightmare!

He gradually fell silent, and at this moment, as if he heard something, the wolf stood up.

"Woooooooooooo

The Xuan Wolf led by him whispered a warning, and all the Xuan Wolves immediately straightened their bodies and stood by at any time.

The decapitators who were playing in the water sensed that the atmosphere was not right and immediately stopped playing. They sped ashore, each aboard their own wolf, and quickly gathered their gear.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The sound of fluttering wings sounded in the sky, and it was not small, it was definitely made by a very large bird, and there was more than one.

Soon, dozens of fourteen or fifteen-meter-long "giant birds" rushed out from the distant mountains, black and pressed like dark clouds, and swept towards them.

The leader's face became extremely ugly, he didn't expect such a big bird to appear in the sky, he didn't hesitate, his six arms pulled out the giant bow of thousands of catties, put on the arrow, and looked at the group of "giant birds" to shoot.

"Whoosh!" The bone arrow was mixed with the sound of breaking wind, and it shot towards a certain "giant bird" very quickly.

"Ding!" The bone arrow seemed to hit a stone, and broke into two on one of the scales of the giant bird, but the huge force made the giant bird let out a miserable scream, and its body suddenly lost control, and a person fell from the giant bird, and fell into the sand with a bang.

The leader of the decapitator looked at it,

It's actually the same race I saw a few days ago.

Yes, it was the Wulong, and the fourteen or fifteen-meter-long giant bird was the Western Dragon (the name that the old party took according to its shape!). ）

The rest of the beheaders didn't need to be ordered, and they shot their strongest arrows one after another.

For airborne units, bows and arrows are originally the best choice.

More than a hundred arrows shot into the air, shooting at dozens of dragons, and at the same time, several dragons opened their mouths, and a stream of green liquid poured down like a waterfall.

The arrows, though powerful, could not penetrate the dragon's scales, and each arrow struck a string of sparks before being bounced back.

The decapitator has no intention of observing whether the arrows can cause damage to local units, and in the face of the turquoise venom, the only way to dodge is to drive away the wolf.

More than half of the beheaders did not walk away in time, and were immediately doomed with venom.

"Ahh

A usually strong decapitator screamed, their bodies, everywhere they were contaminated with venom, festering rapidly, their fur and flesh softening in the sour venom, and they looked terrifying.

A dragon in the sky was unlucky, as it was spitting acid with its mouth open, when an arrow flew out and pierced its throat straight through its mouth.

"Wow!" With a scream, the dragon flapped its wings frantically, the balance of its body passed quickly, and after a while, it fell from mid-air, and its huge body directly smashed to death the two decapitators who were busy evacuating.

However, this dragon was only seriously injured and not dead, its vitality was extremely strong, even if it was pierced in the throat, it was not enough to make it fatal.

"Let's go!" The leader of the decapitator gave the order, sat down and understood, and turned his direction to retreat towards the place where the herbivores had disappeared before, and he felt that there must be a hiding place where those herbivores were hiding.

"Whoosh!" Arrows came from mid-air, and it was the wurmist who sat firmly on the dragon, staring coldly at the decapitator below.

More than a dozen more beheaders were killed by the arrows.

In just a few minutes, more than 100 beheaders were killed, and only 30 or so were on the run.

The strength of the two sides is not of the same level at all, one is only riding a three- or four-meter-long wolf, while the other is riding a thirteen or fourteen-meter-long dragon, and the other party is also an air unit, how to play this called a decapitator?

The wurmists did not let go of the rest of the decapitators, they chased after them, and the dragon spread its wings in mid-air, like connected clouds.

"Spread out!"

The leader of the decapitator looked at the shadows that slowly spread on the ground behind him, and made a gesture to spread out.

The more than thirty beheaders immediately split into several groups, each along the desolate ridge, and walked quickly.

The Wurmians sneered, and then they also divided into several groups, and chased after them persistently.

The wolf's speed reached its limit, and it scurried forward like a gust of wind, and this was probably the first time that the decapitator had fled in such a disarray.

The dragon was in the air, ignoring the crooked folds of the terrain, flapping its wings and easily parallel to the wolf.

The decapitator forced himself to shoot his bow into the sky, and the wurmites fired back.

From time to time, a wolf was hit by an arrow and slowed down, or a beheader was shot to the point.

Most of the decapitator's arrows were stopped by the dragon's bowl-sized scales.

The arrows are simply too brittle to deal damage to creatures of this level.

The only means that can be empty can't break through the opponent's defense, and this kind of grievance is really uncomfortable.

Several teams of fleeing beheaders grew smaller and shorter, and one battle-hardened beheader died unwillingly in the face of this behemoth.

The leader of the decapitator did not escape in the end, as a giant dragon flapped its wings and swooped over him, landing on the hillside three hundred meters in front of him.

He smiled bitterly, lifted the stone spear of more than two hundred catties, shouted, and sat down The Xuan Wolf immediately raised his speed to the extreme, like a black wind, sprinting towards the dragon that was turning.

The dragon, though massive, was not slow, and it quickly turned around to look at what looked to it the size of a mouse.

"Wow!" The dragon's scaly head roared in the sky, and the roar was so loud that it shook the decapitator's eardrums.

"Whoa, whoa!" Despite its natural fear of the creature in front of it, the wolf didn't flinch, it knew what he wanted, and it didn't hesitate.

More than 100,000 years of ethnic friendship have long integrated them, and fighting has become the whole of their lives.

The wurmist sat firmly on top of the dragon, and he watched the other man approach quickly, a sneer flashing in his eyes.

No one can hurt the dragon in the form of a charge, and the dragon only needs to extend a claw or sneeze to break up the charge.

Without saying a word, he observed the creature in front of him, three eyes and six arms, a natural fighting creature, and the weapons used by the other party were not as sophisticated as his own race, so it can be seen that the other party is also a wise race.

Races that stand on their wits are particularly terrifying, and the Argonians have known this for a long time.

The dragon stretched out its strong forelimbs and slammed into the charging decapitator leader.

In an instant, he shot the stone spear.

"Boom!"

The wolf and the decapitator leader flew out dozens of meters and landed in the dust.

The dragon hissed, as if to speak of its own strength.

The wurm on his back smiled wryly at the thick stone spear on his chest, his strength gurgling out of his body like blood.

"The other party's spear turned out to be shot at himself!" He had an indescribable feeling: "What a natural enemy!" ”

The leader of the decapitator slowly crawled to the position of the black wolf, and he put his arms around the other man's furry body.

It had lost its breath, blood was spilling from its nose and mouth, and its heart had stopped beating.

Looking at the dragon's angry claws, the leader smiled slightly, and touched the wolf's head one last time......