The roar of the greenskins flooded the entire battlefield, and countless greenskins, as if they had seen a red bison, pushed and screamed and pounced. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wildflower with white armor resisted all the attacks of the greenskin under the violent fluctuations of the armor, standing up in the greenskin like a boulder, and every time he waved his arm, the powerful power could always take away the lives of several greenskins.

Slowly, the corpses of the greenskins piled up, piling up higher and higher like a sand dune.

I don't know how long it lasted, but the wildflower, which had always maintained the white armor on its body, was almost unable to hold on under the huge consumption.

Weapons of all colors, powerful tattered guns, axes, and even teeth and claws, rained down on the wildflowers.

The white armor of the wildflower, which had been crumbling for a long time, finally completed its mission, and with a piercing tearing sound, it cracked.

The wild flower, which was no longer able to maintain its white armor, was immediately covered with all kinds of hideous wounds.

Wildflower gasped and crushed Greenskin's head in front of him, and the greenskin's body immediately slid down the tall, corpse-heaping hill.

Wildflower's unbright mind didn't have the concept of quantity, but looking at the corpses that had been piled up into a hill, Wildflower also knew that the green skins killed this time far exceeded the sum of the previous ones.

With an axe ripped off her shoulder, Wildflower stumbled and almost fell to the ground, her body reaching its limit, and it seemed that every movement would bring a piercing pain.

It's just that the master hasn't signaled to retreat yet!

So, go ahead!

In Wildflower's simple head, the master's order is everything, since the master didn't let Wildflower retreat, then let's fight!

Holding the neck of the last greenskin, the wildflower bit down hard, and the warm blood fell into the stomach, which lifted the spirits of the already exhausted wildflower.

There was a slight vibration on the ground, and the red and green blood mixed with the wildflowers all over his body, and he raised his head slightly.

A green muscular brute came into view.

Desperately widening her blood-blurred eyes, Wildflower turned her head, as if she wanted to see the greatest figure in her mind.

Unfortunately, under the warm morning sun, there was no figure as far as the eye could see.

Can't even see it at the last glance?

Wildflowers, who have a vague premonition of death in their hearts, are not afraid, and they do not even have the concept of fear.

It's just that there is a strong attachment and reluctance, which gives Wildflower a feeling that she is about to lose something.

It's worse than starving!

For the first time, Wildflower felt sadness.

I don't know what grief is.

The owner lets the wildflower fight, and as long as the owner lets the wildflower fight, the wildflower will fight.

A series of bullets hit the feet of the wild flower, and the green skins who were getting closer and closer, the saliva at the corners of their mouths was already clearly visible, and the flesh and blood all over their bodies were blurred, and the wild flowers, who were about to die in the next moment, struggled to lift the heavy legs that seemed to press the whole world.

Step by step, he firmly greeted the greenskins.

The call of the master has not yet come, so go to battle.

A roar that was full of explosive momentum, and it should not have existed in the wildflower's scarred, almost ribbed-barred chest gushed out, as if squeezing out all its vitality, and the wildflower, which should have fallen a long time ago, rushed into the green skin again.

Each wound is exchanged for the death of a greenskin, and every attack seems to consume the few lives left.

A fist wrapped in thick rough armor slammed into the top of Wildflower's head, and the crisp cracking sound of the skull reached Wildflower's ears.

Under the tremendous force, the blood of the whole body seemed to flow to the head, and the eyes of the wildflower were quickly engorged, and everything in front of them was covered with a blood-colored light veil.

A sturdy monster with a head half as big as a normal greenskin, grabbed Wildflower's neck with its thick palm, and with a roar, held Wildflower high above its head.

The large greenskin was covered in heavy armor, only his face was exposed, and the rough patched hand armor, like an excavator's shovel, pierced the arteries of the wildflower.

The wildflowers, which seemed to have blood flowing all over their bodies, did not have a single trace of blood flowing out of the major arteries.

This big guy who is half as tall as the ordinary green-skinned is the boss of this huge community, usually they will call themselves the war boss, originally just an ordinary green-skinned war boss, it is through the melee between the green skins, through victory after victory, a huge sense of vanity or victory under the stimulation, the gene chain in the body releases a kind of growth energy through this stimulation, so that the body becomes stronger and taller again and again.

If this thrill of victory continues, the war boss's body will continue to grow stronger and taller as if it never ended.

The strong, tall war boss clenched his palms as if trying to tear the wildflower's spine out of his body along his neck.

A huge wave of vertigo and weakness surged over Wildflower's heart, and listening to the moans of her body, Wildflower finally squeezed out what little strength she had left in her body, and hugged the big head of the war boss.

"Fight!" A low, incomprehensible roar that only the wildflower itself could understand, from the bottom of her heart, the wildflower, which should have died a long time ago, finally exhausted all its life force.

He fell to the ground with the war boss whose head was twisted at a strange angle.

A complex geometry invisible to the naked eye sprang out of the War Boss and plunged headlong into Wildflower's body, whose dead body seemed to be refueled.

A thick shade of green, slowly spreading from the inside out.

At the same time, Miao Zhang, who had some kind of spiritual connection with the wild flowers, suddenly straightened up, with a deep shock and joy on his face, through the solid outer wall of the underground base, through the thick earth, and set his eyes in the direction of the wild flowers.

Through this faint spiritual connection, Miao Zhang mobilized the spiritual energy of his whole body and transmitted a strong vitality to it.

The wildflower, which had absorbed the soul fragments of the war boss and reassembled its body with green-skinned characteristics, was awakened by this huge vitality.

The flesh and blood of the whole body squirmed as if it were alive, and the wildflowers, which originally looked like broken rag dolls, recovered all the pain in a very short time, and a force that was even greater than in its heyday was slowly flowing in the muscles.

A familiar voice that made the wildflowers give all their lives to worship came slowly and clearly into the ears of the wildflowers: "Conquer all the greenskins, you will be their war boss!" ”