Returning with a full load, Ouyang asked Kulun to train the mastiffs in martial arts, although the mastiffs refused Ouyang's solicitation, he did not give up these warrior seedlings.

The mastiffs had never been exposed to systematic training since they were young, and this shortcoming soon became apparent, and all the things that Cullen told, the mastiffs looked very idiotic to learn.

Imparting knowledge to that unenlightened mind is like planting turnips in the cracks of a stone wall!

Bill Black Bear Warrior was furious.

Ouyang observed all the way, the mastiffs really did not learn much, such as, "overturning the opponent" and "defeating the enemy", "weak point attack" and "weak breakthrough", etc., the difference between fighting and fighting professional knowledge was directly told that the instructors of the larch camp foamed at the mouth, and the mastiffs were still stubborn, thinking that letting the enemy's head bloom was the best battle. This is also their combat experience all the time, and they only believe in this.

This was so angry that Cullen took down two wheel tomahawks and slashed them on the ground, and shouted: Practice!

In this battle, Ouyang still saw some bright spots. Mastiffs are indeed good warriors, and those things they learn can quickly do well, such as blocking with clubs and hitting axes, and keeping the bottom plate stable and charged attacks.

Ouyang also found that these guys know how to cooperate, although they failed to implement the battle essentials that Cullen said, but there is a tacit understanding between the mastiffs and knows how to take the initiative to switch offense and defense. They fight in groups of five or six, and even if the opponent is alone, they fight in groups without shame.

When the mastiff attacked, he swept several sticks at the same time, making Cullen, the black bear, who had discarded his weapon and used his hands empty-handed as a sparring partner, depressed, and the Temple Knight finally saw the truth that "there are not as many good men as there are people".

When the instructor Ouyang asked Kou Sha why the mastiffs who had never been in contact with combat did so well in group fights, the legendary mastiff who could "race three lions in one mastiff" did not have the slightest awareness of being a powerful fighting race in Bimon.

"My lord, Doug fights in a group of people. "Receiving the point of sacrifice and being able to fight with the barracks instructor made the mastiff man's eyes full of brilliance. People in the lower strata of society are often like this, and when they arouse their fighting spirit, they can be high and vigorous in the face of hope.

"But you are mastiffs, you can defeat three ordinary Lane Lion Mastiffs by yourself!" Ouyang felt that this elm head did not understand what he meant, and emphasized.

"My lord, the mastiffs also belong to the Doug clan, although we are stronger. If it weren't for the fact that Master Cullen was training us, dozens of our brothers would have rushed up to kill him a long time ago. The blonde Kosha felt that the priests were saying that they were not working hard enough, so he explained earnestly.

His answer once again made Ouyang feel helpless against these mastiffs, but he was still satisfied with these guys who knew how to beat in groups, and strengthened his determination to take the mastiffs under his command.

On the other side, Kulun, who was carefully slapping away an iron rod that smashed into the lower body and endured not using the Bill clan's peerless "Great Monument Wrestler", immediately scolded "Obislaki" when he heard this. Quickly picked up the two wheel tomahawks on the ground, repelled several mastiffs besieging him in three strokes and two strokes, and shouted: "Xiong Banban, Lao Tzu won't play with you anymore, can you boys be more shameless!"

"That's going to disappoint the adults, we grew up in the mines, and we didn't learn the Doug Clan's peerless 'Tengu Sun Devouring Yang Claw', otherwise we would have let the adults try it. Kosha replied earnestly.

When Cullen heard this, he was so angry that he burst the white crescent moon unique to the black bear on his chest into a full bow, and shouted: "You kid is still here, Lao Tzu is no longer playing!"

When Ouyang heard this, he immediately laughed. And the mermaid princess who was watching and learning martial arts on the sidelines, so that she could control the "blue reflection", when Ouyang explained what was going on with the Doug clan's peerless knowledge, she suddenly blushed and slapped Ouyang's arm, and laughed without any scruples.

And Ouyang looked at this beautiful wife, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

It seems that girls have to learn "wolf prevention techniques".

Ouyang changed his return plan without authorization, and the group walked into the Colorado Plateau in such a noisy manner, for the sake of trial.

In fact, going to the Colorado Plateau for training is not the need to go deep into this land as Ouyang imagined, and besides, the terrain here is thousands of ravines, and it is not a simple matter to shuttle through it.

According to Eric, the raccoon human scepter priest at the Thousand Needles Camp, they only need to hunt enough magical beasts to prove their strength, and as for how long they will stay in this complex plateau, it depends on when he can hunt suitable magical beasts.

However, when Ouyang was looking forward to encountering the Demonic Beast, their trouble came.

"Ah, my friend, you must have gone on a long journey, how about a glass of highland liqueur! The dust on your body tells my nose which ridge or deep ravine they come from!"

A voice rang out from the side of the road.

Half of a redwood, twisted bald bark roots clinging to the bare dirt, and a few bunches of green branches fluttering in the wind prove that it is still growing tenaciously. Following the reputation, a worn-out wooden box rested under a tree stump, seemingly crammed with various packages.

A talking box?

Kosha stepped forward and gently poked the box with an iron rod, but found nothing out of the ordinary, and the shrill voice sounded again after a loud sniffling.

"Ah, the smell of blood and roasted meat, you must have had a pleasant hunt and a feast of roasted meat. Let me smell it again. After another sniff, the voice continued: "Ah! like a lotus in the sun, rich and with the smell of heat, you warriors have hunted the prickly Norwegian back! The tenderloin of the Norwegian back will burn your stomach like the sun burns your skin." How about a cup of Gesang flower tea? It will be what you need for health...... Ah......h

The sound of the pitch was interrupted by screams, and Kosha threw a hard chunk of the wooden box standing on the rocks to the ground. At this time, the people who came forward saw the situation under the box, and a pair of big feet were struggling under the pressure.

Kousha felt embarrassed and reached out to lift the wooden box, but the weight of the wooden box was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't lift it for a while.

"Hey, don't touch my box!" After a refusal, the box slowly stood up and turned around, revealing the person behind it.

But he was a short man, his whole head wrapped in a turban, and his hands and feet were extraordinarily thick.

"Dwarves?" asked Hogarth.

"No, it's the land spirits. Vabang replied.

"Goblins, uglier than Fitz!" Mirien stabbed her head with a fern pole, revealing only her big nose.

"It's quite powerful!" Ouyang patted the wooden box and praised.

"One of the natives of the wasteland, with great strength, is one of the two disgusting bandits of the highlands. Kousha's iron rod struck the wooden box again, and the wooden box, which Ouyang had slapped to the side, fell back on.

"Let me chop him!" Cullen roared, raising his battle axe, cutting robbers was his specialty.

"But...... How can a robber run around with so many things on his back?" Denise wondered. When she fought against Norway's back, her magic also worked, and she became emboldened.

"Hey, you impudent fellows! The land elves are the greatest foot traders on the plateau! Not robbers!" The land elves roared angrily and broke free from the siege.

"Merchant?" Wabang slapped the wooden box heavily, worrying that it would fall apart, "a pound of Gesang flowers for a hundred pounds of meat, a hundred pounds of meat for a hundred pounds of ore, ore for weapons, weapons for jewelry!

"Don't insult the sweat of the land spirits!" the dwarf raised the cane in his hand and shouted, but seeing the large number of people around him, he changed his tone and said, "That's just a fallacy! Blatantly slander! Giving the most suitable things when others need it most is the business purpose of the land spirits!"

Wabang took a sharp step back as the land spirit swung his crutches, attracting Ouyang's attention. Could it be that this land elf has a strong fighting ability?

Ouyang decided not to tease this guy anymore, smiled, patted the wooden box and said, "This gentleman, I believe that you are a great businessman, what goods do you have for sale?" We have a lot of meat, you can buy a lot." Ouyang pointed.

The cut pieces of meat are tied to the back of the Kodo beast, and the seasoning made of coarse salt and fern pulp is thickly wrapped, and the purple color transformed by blood and grass juice is as tempting as a late autumn grape, and the sun exposure evaporates the water at the same time, and also allows the fern pulp to penetrate deep into the meat, eliminating the "scorching toxicity" of the Norwegian backbone. The land elf's eyes lit up, and he calculated in his heart how much he would benefit from these high-quality meats.

"Ah! I like this kind of trade, and you may call me 'Slow Heater'!" called the land elf happily.

The land spirit "Slow Hot Hand" kept pulling out all kinds of goods from the wooden box and enthusiastically introduced them, and several women surrounded him in the middle, squeaking and discussing, and even the little-talking Lalandia was enthusiastic.

"Authentic Good Flower Tea, Authentic Good Health, Welcome to Buy Gesang Flower Tea Plateau Good Health ...... recommended by the plateau businessman slow hot hand for you"

Ouyang pulled Wabang aside and asked about the situation of the land elf, Wabang's dodging action just now made him very concerned, a tall Bill brown bear man was actually afraid of the dwarf land elf?

Its explanation made Ouyang cry and laugh, Wabang was afraid that the land would knock on his toes!

Land elves know the Colorado Plateau by heart, they are highland-walking foot merchants, carrying heavy loads, soliciting business with warm and cordial greetings, and walking alone in Colorado like "slow hot hands". The heavy cargo that never leaves the body has exercised the amazing endurance and strength of the earth spirits. A mouth with a clever tongue can always use business to defuse any hostility. In the event of a wild beast, the land elves will bravely fight it and save their goods.

The way the land elves attack, as Vabang says, will make everyone fearful. The dwarf earth elves use crutches as weapons and specialize in attacking the lower three lanes. Anyone whose toes, feet, eyes, and knees are knocked to tears in pain, and besides, the strength of the earth spirits is really not small.

As a last resort, the land spirit will give up the goods and escape, without the burden of heavy objects, the running explosiveness of the land spirit is amazing, coupled with the small body, it is not difficult to escape the pursuit. After that, the enemy will face endless revenge from the land elves, and the land elves will use any means to avenge the goods until the enemy dies, or the land elves die of old age.

Legend has it that there was a dragon who was avenged by a land spirit for fifty years, and finally the land spirit died of old age at the mouth of the dragon's lair, and the dragon laughed three times and then went crazy.

Hatred is always a double-edged sword, hurting the enemy and hurting oneself, and living with hatred as the goal, is it still called life?

"After all, people who are as persistent as the old land elf are a minority, and when their dignity and glory are trampled on, it is better to fight to the death, I think Beamon made such a choice to achieve the 'warrior world'!"

Vabang's comment made Ouyang quite surprised, is this the wisdom of the enlightened Bill bear people? No wonder he can become an officer.

There are indeed a lot of good goods in the "slow hot hand", and Ouyang waved his hand to sweep away the survival in the wooden box.

"With so much meat, can you move on your back?" asked Ouyang in a hurry.

"As long as it can fit into a wooden box, there is nothing that the earth spirit can't carry!" replied the slow hot hand proudly.

Ouyang tied the wooden box to half of the meat on the back of Norway, lifted the earth spirit, and was about to tie it to the wooden box, when a sharp howl came from the sky in the distance.

"Defend in formation, the Harpy is coming!" Beamon shouted.

A small group of House archers walked to the front of the group, their bows guarded by the approaching black dots in the distance.

Seeing his mortal enemy, he exclaimed, "Ahh

He took out a bare dry rabbit's foot from his bosom and looked depressed, "My 'lucky rabbit's foot'!

Ouyang ignored this unlucky guy, stuffed him into the wooden box, and raised his eyes to look at the figure in the air who was approaching quickly.

"Is that the Harpy?"