Chapter 992: The End of the Powerful Crossbow

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In the three-day battle, there were too many casualties among the warriors and beasts, and the team that was originally divided into three batches could no longer resist the tide of fierce beasts, and the team was reintegrated and ordered for two batches.

Everyone fights longer and has less time to rest.

Everyone was red-eyed, and when they retreated, both arms were spasmodic, sweating and bleeding all over their bodies, and they were almost human.

Xicheng is now short of water, the water of Xinghu has been exhausted, the river canal has been trampled by fierce beasts, and the witches have no surplus magic power to cast a rain witch spell to clean the warriors, and everyone is dirty and can't tell who is who.

After the warriors and beasts returned to Xicheng, no matter what else, they treated their injuries first, then drank a few mouthfuls of the blood of the beasts, ate two pieces of meat of the beasts raw, and then fell asleep on the spot with their eyes closed, and then were kicked awake and continued to go to the battlefield.

Exhaustion, dead and wounded, lack of magical power...... Perhaps none of them are the most important.

And most importantly...... The weapon is depleted.

There was no time left for them to polish their new swords and spears, so they could only fight with the extracted beast teeth, or fight the beast with their bare hands.

This has also led to a faster rise in the casualty rate.

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Aori and the silkworm girls went to the deepest battlefield again.

The new generation of silkworm king food source stone grew up, and the silkworm girls it gave birth to were several times stronger than the previous generation, but they were also at the end of their crossbows, and they were about to spit out silk.

Originally, there were nearly 10,000 silkworm girls, but now there are only a few hundred left.

Looking down from the sky, the snow-white composition of the silkworm girl is like a cannibalized mulberry leaf, and in the end it seems that only the size of a fingernail is left, and the small one is pitiful.

And in the end, such a snow-white fingernail cover, after killing a dry land giant chapter together, there were only a few invisible points left.

"Sister Aori, hold on!"

Aro clutched Aori's bleeding belly.

Aori had just helped Ah Luo resist the fatal blow, but a fist-sized hole had been opened in his stomach, and blood was gushing out.

As soon as the Dryland Giant was killed, the tide of ferocious beasts around them was uncontrolled, and they no longer attacked them, but they fell into chaos and ran wildly.

Aro himself was bitten off an arm by the beast and was bleeding constantly.

She used her remaining arm to carry Aori to dodge the beast's trampling as she struggled to pull out the healing domino around her neck.

She kept this healing domino for no use.

When Aro's bloody hand held the healing domino and was about to press it on Ori, the dying Ori didn't know where he got the strength to push the domino hard and press it on Aro himself.

The flowing green veins rippled across Aro's body.

The wounds on Aro's body suddenly stopped bleeding.

But Ah Luo was extremely sad: "Sister Aori!!"

"Don't, don't waste it, I'm dying of life...... It's not a pity ......," Aori said strugglingly and intermittently.

The limbs became numb and cold due to ischemia.

Images of his past life flashed through Aori's mind.

The carefree companionship of Mulberry Silkworm Ridge and Ah Sang, the happy time when they first came out of Mulberry Silkworm Ridge, followed the great migration experienced by Ye Xi, and built the city.

The extremely cold snow after returning to Mulberry Ridge...... The numb years spent in the clan...... Seeing the excitement and tears of the new silkworm king and the young silkworm girls, and taking care of the stable and happy days of the silkworm girls in the back mountain......

Images jump and spin in my mind.

The last of his gaze was fixed on Arona's tear-stained and blood-stained face on the battlefield.

Aori lost her breath with her gray eyes open.

"Ah......h

Aro let out a low, painful scream.

on the city walls.

Cang Xin looked at the tide of fierce beasts surging in all directions, as well as the warrior war beasts that were constantly engulfed by the tide of fierce beasts, and felt that his heart was dripping blood: "I can't stand it if I divide it into two batches." ”

Ye Xi sighed: "Then let's all go together." ”

Cang Xin showed an indescribable smile mixed with sorrow and cheerfulness: "Okay, then let's go together." ”

She took a deep breath, her chest bulging high, then pulled out her stone bow without arrows and raised it high, turning back to the warrior beasts of the city and letting out a hoarse roar.

"Clansmen, compatriots, let's all kill togetherβ€”β€”!!!"

The warriors resting in the city woke up.

The blood on their bodies was dry and wet, wet and dry, their hair and skin were thick with blood and blood shells all over their bodies, and they looked like bloody corpses that had risen from the ground.

"Wake up, wake up. ”

The Molten Chief kicks the sacrum that is still lying next to him.

After kicking twice and shaking his body violently, he didn't wake up yet, and the Molten Chieftain's eyelids jumped, and his hand reached under the other's nose.

The tentacles in the human center are cold, and there is no breathing.

It turned out that the other party was dead.

The Molten Chieftain laughed miserably, the louder he laughed, his cheek muscles slowly tensed, his forehead throbbed abruptly, and his eyes slowly turned red.

"Boss Beast, Boss Beast, come on......"

"Come on!!"

The rest of the warriors were also roaring at the tide of beasts.

Their blood is burning.

Whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is a gray-haired old soldier or a half-grown child who has not grown up, everyone's ferocity has come up completely, and there is a kind of desperate ruthlessness in the bottom of his eyes, which is the ruthlessness of those who have been cornered, and it burns everyone together with despair.

Ye Xi clutched the red stone knife and went deep into the rear of the battlefield with the cormorant. Cang Xin was no longer in the middle of the command, jumped off the city wall, and smashed into the herd with a stone bow without arrows.

All the witches stood in a row on the crumbling walls.

They maintained their depleted magical power, chanting in unison, and the chant was loud and hoarse, like the swan song of the end of the world, singing the last glory of mankind.

"Boom β€”β€”!!"

A giant bullhorn rhinoceros of the real breed level crashed in.

The thorn vines didn't have time to stop it, and the western city wall was smashed and collapsed, and the bluestone bricks crackled and fell.

The witches on the city walls were unsteady on their feet.

The wind ruffled their withered gray hair, the corners of their robes splattered with blood and dust, and their old dry eyes with a sad gaze.

The warriors who rushed to the front were overwhelmed by the tide of fierce beasts, and their flesh and blood bodies were trampled into flesh and blood.

The insect tide of the Chao tribe has all been consumed.

Chief Chao watched the last insect in the insect tide being trampled to death, and his heart trembled in distress, and he scolded with tears: "His ...... Eminem"

There are no bugs in the Sick tribe......

Chief Chao clenched his fists, and finally used his flesh and blood to kill the beast like an ordinary warrior.

The mammoth fang in Putai's hand was knocked away by the beast, and he leaped high and slammed his fist into the beast's head with a roar.

However, the beast's skull was so hard that it was like a stone and glass striking, and Putai's arm shattered inch by inch, and finally the whole thing was swallowed by the beast.

Humanity is dying en masse.

Not far away, pheasants, braves, and red eagles were all sacrificed.

Dongmuying and Beard looked at each other with tears in their eyes and smiled, and the two canaries under their crotches turned into two streamers, and rushed towards the leader beast in a suicidal posture.