It was a gloomy day, and although there was no sun, it was a rare dry day.

Early in the morning, the Ruins Coalition Army had already dispatched and lined up on the edge of the East Gate Swamp, ready to meet the cannibals who were about to be killed.

The Rumor Warriors all entered the quagmire, and penetrated into the defense line a kilometer away, all guarding everywhere in reed boats, and there were some scouts in their shells scattered in front of them.

The human hunters hid in the woods on the hillside, and below was the ravine where the road was, and the people were lying in ambush on both sides of the ravine.

Cannibals don't know about this support at the moment, and according to the plan, if the rumors can't hold the line, they will lead the enemy into the ravine. With the attack power of a human hunter, an unsuspecting cannibal would surely be killed and turned on his back.

The hunters were divided into three parts, with the main force ambushing at high places and the other two parts being used to intercept.

One of them, led by the brothers Wuzhigang and Wuzhiqi, led by thirty humans and four hairy savages, blocked the road to the village. Although the number is small, they have built a three-meter-high stone barrier at the entrance of the narrow passage, and it should be no problem to block the rout.

The other part also had thirty humans and five hairy savages, led by dragon spirits and female Xin, who were responsible for assaulting from the rear. With the force of the dragon spirit and the assault ability of the canopy boar, there will be absolutely no accidents when you stab the chrysanthemum that eats life.

"How long do you think those little ones can hold on?" Nu Xin stood next to a tree and asked with a look of disdain in front of her.

The dragon spirit was holding something and observing intently, and he didn't raise his head and said: "The spies said that there are too many cannibals, and they don't have the courage to face the enemy head-on, at most for an hour. ”

The two female spies had been exploring the cannibal camp all night, and came back before dawn to report that the number of enemies was about the same as the rumor-talkers had said, close to a thousand, but there were few old and weak, mostly men and adults.

This news made several leaders of the Longze tribe cautious, and after discussion, they all believed that the defense line of the rumored people would soon be lost, so they made the above arrangement.

The spy also said that the cannibals began to reorganize their ranks in the early hours of the morning, and the battle would start today, but their men and horses were very chaotic, and it was estimated that they would not reach the battlefield until noon at the earliest.

The coalition forces did not dare to ignore it, and the team was well fed and drove to the predetermined position early.

Seeing that the dragon spirit was looking at the thing in his hand and pondering, Nu Xin smiled and said, "What's so beautiful about that thing, you keep looking at it." ”

"Don't you think it's peculiar?" The dragon spirit held up his palm, and there was a slug as big as a banana lying in his palm, and there were a few gold wires on his back, which was not ordinary at first glance.

Nu Xin approached, and immediately smelled a smell, and suddenly felt that this big slug looked like some kind of organ of a man, her face turned red, and she frowned and said, "Where did you get this strange thing?" ”

"Uh...... I caught it in my house last night. The dragon spirit didn't tell her anything about the night.

After the woman suddenly collapsed, he waited a long time before entering the room, and there was nothing on the floor except for some water stains. He searched for it and finally found the slug on the mat where he was sleeping.

He quickly swept up the slugs with a pampas mat, and rushed to the two wizards' dwellings, calling them up to solve their doubts.

Then I heard the wizard say ecstatically, "That woman is the doppelganger of the Mother of the Wetlands!" She learned that you were willing to help, so she came to see you in person! ”

"It's a pity that you didn't communicate with the goddess because you were afraid!"

The Wizard slapped his thigh and exclaimed in pain, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? How many people in the world can communicate with the gods face-to-face? What a pity, pity, pity, pity! ”

"Nima, a ghost-like woman, who is not afraid when she sees it, does your goddess want to communicate or scare me to death?"

The dragon spirit sneered, pointed to the slugs on the pu mat and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

The wizard looked at it carefully, and thought for a long time before saying, "This is the golden silk slug, it has the purest divine power of the goddess, and it can nourish all things. It's a gift from her! ”

"Ah, let me risk death to go to the abyss, and give this thing a protection?"

The dragon spirit shook his head in disappointment and said, "What can you do to nourish all things?" Well, maybe it was useful, but it didn't help me in anything for my trip to the abyss. ”

The Wizard was dissatisfied with his contempt for the gods he believed in, and exclaimed, "Ignorance! ”

"This is a precious insect that many people can't ask for, it can make injuries heal quickly, it can replenish the essence and blood of the depleted body, and it can stabilize the scattered soul. It can be said that when your body and soul are wounded, it is your second life! Do you say it's useful? ”

"Hmph, you don't want to give it to me." He was ready to rob.

"Oh? So good! When the dragon spirit heard this, he couldn't help laughing, grabbed the golden slug and ran away.

However, he forgot to ask how to use and raise it, so he took the slug with him and kept trying to use it.

Maybe he doesn't have a good impression of the two guys inside him, although the slug was sent by the goddess of the wetland, but he is very resistant to the dragon spirit, he doesn't like to stay by his side, and always wants to escape.

This made the dragon spirit very worried, the slug had such an attitude, when it was injured, would it heal it? It's a bit of a hang.

"Let's wait until the battle is over." He finally gave up groping, stuffed the restless slug into the water hyacinth, hung it around his waist, twisted his neck, and looked at the water in the distance.

As the female scout expected, it wasn't until noon that the cannibal appeared in sight.

At this time, the coalition forces had just finished their second meal and were lying on the ground sleeping, and they all sat up when they heard the news, but they did not mess up, but took up their arms and sat quietly and waited.

The location of the dragon spirit group was at the bottom of the hillside, and when he climbed to the tree and looked up, he saw a winding black line in the distance, which was the team of cannibals.

They moved slowly, but the large group of people who were exploring the way ahead walked fast, and in less than half an hour they came into contact with the sentry of the rumor.

I saw that the cannibals came with more than a dozen rough wooden rows, the wooden rows were full of branches, and there were five or six young men on each row, obviously all elite forwards.

The rumor-men in their shells slid through the mire as fast as they could, and they wouldn't stop attacking, so they couldn't use bows and arrows or tenders, and they kept shooting poison darts with blowpipes around the pathfinder.

The cannibals obviously had a countermeasure, they built a bunker with a mess of branches along the side of the wooden platoon, two of them were responsible for supporting the platoon, and the others hid behind the bunkers, or shot arrows or tenders to fight back against the rumors scurrying around.

The power of the blowpipe of the fungus man was too small, and the two sides fought for a long time, and only shot two or three shengfan, and they couldn't kill it.

In fact, it is difficult to preserve highly toxic substances, the cost of using highly toxic substances is very high, and it is easy to injure yourself by mistake. The dart used is a plant toxin that paralyzes the nervous system, which is fast-acting, but not fatal, and can recover in a few hours.

Cannibals have fought with the rumors many times, and they have long been familiar with this, so they are not afraid of being shot by poison darts at all, and their morale is unusually high.

Although the rumors were fast, they could not dodge the dense arrows and throwing spears that attacked, and their shells were made of thin branches, barely able to hold soft bows, but unable to resist javelins.

From time to time, a shell can be seen that suddenly stops gliding and is nailed to the ground by a javelin.

The casualties on both sides are increasing, and the cannibals are not afraid of the darts, but the rumors can't bear the death and injury, and they don't dare to get any closer.

Seeing this, Putata behind the defensive line shouted a few times, and the rumored people swimming in front of him had arrows stuck in their shells, and they all made a detour back to the large group of people.

The cannibal won for a while, laughed, and the wooden platoon drove towards the defense line of the rumors without stopping.