The human butcher's knife is raised, and the bear goblin falls to the dust. Chief Corson roared angrily www.biquge.info his saliva squirted into the ugly faces of the humans. Frieza spent all her life wise, and could not have imagined that the insidiousness of human beings could emerge so quickly and so cruelly!

The ones who fell, but they were all clansmen who grew up eating Corson mud, they were all companions who raised anvil cacti together for food, and they were all brothers who grew up tearing each other's chest hair!

Frieza's raised fangs are a vent of the dignity of the Godot bandits, faster and more ruthless than the fangs, and more convincing than the dwarven weapons, the heavy maces that have not yet seen blood.

The heavy mace let out a terrifying roar in the bitter cold wind, and smashed into the furry head that was closest to it.

The might of Corson's strongest warrior was vividly reflected in this blow, the cohesive saliva in the line was thrown in his ears, like a dragon roaring towards a lamb, the lush chest hair trembled violently, like a hundred forests dancing with a hurricane, and the tense muscles were like the land of Godot Moors, containing the will and strength of an eternal battlefield!

"Look down on Godot, the head is geometric!"

The roar of an old saying was the voice of a Godot robber with his head on his trouser belt, and the release was condensed on the spikes of the mace like a thousand-year-old tree breaking through the sky.

The scimitar, forged from a circular arc of Timis, slashed a cold light, and the sharp Gumeng saber could not cut the dwarven forged weapon in two. The tall and sturdy Chief Corson pressed the knife back into the human's chest, and the startled horse leaped out, and the mace slipped off the knife and landed on the self-asserted horse.

Even if the Gumeng saber unloaded most of its power, the mace was still like a meteorite, and a blood pit was smashed out of the horse's buttocks. Northland horses are hard enough to axle their wagons, but they make a crunch under the mace.

The bandit with split hair rolled off the back of the man's horse, and the unforgiving bear goblin chief punched him in the face, smashing it into the dirt and sweeping it out of the dirt.

Frieza roared and slammed into the horses that got in the way, and the muscular tall horse soared into the air on all fours like a collapsing wall. Godot rushed against the wall, his weapon slamming into the human head, threatening to smash the hair into dead grass in the dirt!

An arrow came and drove into the arm of the bear goblin chief, and the heavy mace that had not yet killed the enemy fell, but was held by the other hand and continued to smash at the enemy.

A terrified roar came from the mouth of a human, who struggled in the dirt, trying to hide the anger of the one-armed bandit, as if to fear off a wounded hungry wolf.

The roar of split hair seemed magical, and three arrows rang out, nailing into Frieza's broad back, stiffening Chief Corson's movements. The rescue of his companions won a critical time, and the desperate horse thief pulled his leg from under the horse, and also drew his knife, and slashed it into the chest of the bear goblin.

Frieza has always felt that humans are a strange race, and the horse thief who is at a disadvantage in front of him can actually gain strength from fear! The word "cut in two" inexplicably came to mind, and Frieza suddenly felt that this word was very suitable to describe his chest, and the old bronze armor was immediately dyed purple and black as soon as a new cut was revealed.

This bronze armor that has withstood the baptism of time and dust, wrapping the chest full of ambition, cannot withstand the dwarves' innovative forging skills and the same quality assurance as before. The Godot robbers who lived in the Bronze Age were also no match for the humans who looked down on the world.

The most ambitious chieftain of the history of the Kosen Bear Goblin Tribe struggles to twist his head. On horseback, the four empty crossbows were as smooth as the icecrown mountains on the horizon, and the muzzles were as black as the deep night sky.

The chief suddenly had a wish that the bear goblin should not just get an ale bubble weapon, but an ale that could defeat the crossbow arrow.

Frieza wanted to prophesy a big story, but the piercing heart and lungs had deprived him of the ability to speak.

The "Big Lang's Flapjack" has not yet been fulfilled, and the new big words certainly cannot be spread in the Godot wasteland, and Frieza's curse on the human robbers can only be buried in his heart:

The snow dagger is cool!

Now it is not the dagger that makes the robbers' hearts cold, but the sharp whistle!

On the high slope of the red clay, I don't know when a harpy appeared, singing loudly, and her jade neck was as bright as the moonlight.

Eply's loud whistle sounded, and the horn of attack sounded.

It seems that human behavior will cause **** in the bear goblin, but the three Shandora heroines all reserve their opinions and get a unified consensus, humans will not do stupid things out of chaos, and the enemy will do this, most likely to gain the dominance of the bear goblin warriors!

No one wants the bear goblin's head to be smart! especially when the bear goblin becomes an enemy, and that intelligence comes from humans!

All three women believe that no matter what accidents humans make, they will not be able to conquer the red clay slopes with absolute superiority! Of course, no accidents are the best, so everything goes according to plan!

Mirien held up the largest of the mussel shells, and after the chanting of seven syllables, the gray-brown mussel shells shone brightly with magical light, reflecting the gold coin in the blonde hair, and the goldfish seemed to come to life and swam merrily. The mermaid princess raised the corners of her mouth, revealing the pride of a "natural water magician", and the uncovered clam shell was aimed at the human cavalry squad, like opening a mirror of Pandora, and a sea anemone-shaped magic array was projected under the horse's hooves.

Damn the magicians, the robbers cursed, this is a must for every warrior with a sword and a sword, and the experienced robbers immediately drove the horses, in fact, the frightened horses had already left the mutation under their feet on their own.

At this moment, the horse's hooves are not drawn with a crescent moon. A jet of water gushed out from the ground, turning into surging snow-white waves, like a wave princess embracing a white horse, encompassing all seven horses.

"Tide rushing", Miriam was barely able to unleash this high-level spell with the help of the shell scroll. It's a pity that the red clay slope is still too far away from the Takijiang River, otherwise the waves summoned by the "Tide Rush" will split into four, striking the cavalry from different directions, leaving them with nowhere to escape. If you cast it on the surface of the water, you can also summon eight waves and slap them in two waves.

The Sea Clan has an in-depth understanding of how to overturn ships with waves, and various wave-based spells have emerged. The force of the "tidal rush" may not be able to overturn the ship, but its successive pushes can have a good effect in breaking up the formation of the fleet.

The waves on the flat ground came suddenly, but the effect of the blow was not great. Horses can not only run, but also jump, and the Beiwan Big Bowl Horse can even complete a difficult standing long jump in the sand. Gorm, who was a skilled horseman, controlled his mount to perform a difficult Thomas spinning jump, turning over the waves while maintaining a relatively stable position on horseback, not affected by the horse's jump, pulling the trigger on the slope, and an arrow passed through his crotch and headed at the magician again.

Mirien's purpose is not to strike, and the "eye lock" possessed by intermediate magicians can make "water archery" hit every shot, but it is difficult to control the spells in the form of waves, and it is not easy to hit a down-to-earth horse.

The same is true of the two thorns that followed.

Three ranged shots at the same time are for cover!

At the top of the slope, a turtle shell was erected, and the bone plates were craggy, like a shadowy mountain, completely obscuring the shadows of the magicians and archers.

Gorm's arrows from his memory and feeling had no idea that the turtle shell had been born out of nowhere, and after the fine iron had been struck thirty times under the dwarven hammer, it had struck the turtle shell and sparked, and then lay calmly on the ground.

The earth elves stacked Arhat's star-tailed turtle shells let out a cheer, causing Gorm, who fell back to the ground in disbelief, to think that there was a nest of turtle cubs hidden behind the turtle shells.

Behind the turtle's shell, there was another cheer of "oh ho", which made the enemy wonder what was hidden inside.

Taking advantage of this gap, Barry raised his heavy mace high, and his grim gaze swept over every breathless bear goblin.

Barry could easily read the anger and fear on the faces of each of the bear goblins, but the bandit leader didn't take the bear goblins' emotions to heart, and in Barry's eyes, the anger of the bear goblins was as disgusting as the saliva that came out of their mouths, and there was no threat.

"Rush up the slope, or go back to Corson to collect the body!" Barry tossed a sentence that pressed on the hearts of each of the bear goblins.

The bear goblin's gasping became more rapid, and the gaze of the chosen devourer became hesitant, and this hesitation caused the saliva in the bear goblin's mouth to stop gushing. In the hearts of each bear goblin, they began to weigh the weight between "one knife and two cuts" and magic, which one would crush them and crush the Corson tribe.

Barry laughed, manipulating the anger and forbearance of others at the same time, which excited the little nobleman who had fallen into the grass more than the lives of others.

Barry swung the heavy mace in his hand and spilled a wave of blood. The black and red blood fell in the red dirt, and also in the heart of the bear goblin.

It was the blood of Frieza, the blood of the most powerful chieftain of the Corson tribe!

The chieftain's strength was revived in the memory of the bear goblin with the longest fangs of the clan. Under these fangs, the Corson tribe was extraordinarily united, and Corson's combat power was raised to the level of fifty bear goblins. This pair of fangs not only scared off all the invading ogres, but also made the most powerful of them an ally of the Corson tribe!

"Oak!" the bear goblin pack became agitated.

It was also under these fangs that Corson's cubs had to run in circles around the baobab trees, making each cub's coat exceptionally black and shiny. When the cubs follow the pair of fangs and roar in the direction of Razor Mountain, the hairy mothers-in-law of the bear goblin will become extraordinarily prodigal!

This pair of fangs said that they would take everyone to grab the elf beauty!

"Oak~" saliva splashed out of their mouths again, and the bear goblins waved their anvil cacti and charged the slope again.

"Guolong~" responded with a dull roar to the bear goblin.