Along the way, there were no rice flowers, but everyone had a dog's tail in their mouths.

"Big mouth, I really want to stab you from behind!" the mastiff head gestured to the initiator with an obsidian stick.

The dog's tail grass in November is withered and brown, and it is lifeless, just like the land in front of you. Originally, it was still sticky and full of flying miscanthus grass, but just one step forward, it was like stepping into a grave pond, and there was a big leprosy growing in the grass from the plain.

The reddish-brown soil, with no grass growing for ten miles, only a thin green grass standing on a pile of dry bison dung, is a footnote to the grass's efforts to move towards this dead land.

Li Dazui stepped on the pile of cow dung, opened his arms to embrace the whole land, took a deep breath, and sighed: "Ched Maria ~ the breath of red soil ~"

It stood in front of everyone, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky was red, and the earth was red.

The lonely hillside towered over the flat land, near the river, like a bulging navel on the side of the belt, and it was also red.

This is the red clay slope in the mouth of the old model Danqi, and he really chose a good place for me, that guy really deserves to be an old model! This piece of land is just like his head, and he doesn't lose a single hair!

"Isn't there anywhere else to live here?" Ouyang kicked the guide's ass and saved the grass.

The hippopotamus people come to the red clay slopes every three years and still have some knowledge of the conditions in the wasteland.

The hippopotamus poet fell back to the mortal world from the poetry of "the sunset on the long river", rubbed his ass dissatisfiedly and said: "Boss, there are only a few places in the wasteland that can be regarded as terrain advantages. The first is Razor Mountain, which is also a hillside raised from the wasteland and is occupied by a group of goblins, the second is the Dota Stone Forest, which has long been entrenched by a group of ogres, and there are other places occupied by the natives of the wasteland, after all, to survive on this land, you have to rely on something. The strange thing is that only this red clay slope is not occupied by the natives, and I don't know why, probably because it is too desolate. From the poet's point of view, the environment here is still good, surrounded by mountains and rivers, fishing is the most self-cultivating thing. ”

"Have you hippos ever fished?" Cousa scoffed. Because of the sentence "Doug doesn't spit out Orephine teeth, House holds the dog's tail in his mouth", the mastiffs are worried about the big mouth.

"Hippopotamus fishing, it's a lot of things. "Wellen, the House shooter, didn't talk much, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he sold his own family.

"I've never caught a fish, but I've climbed the red clay slopes. "There are many caves on it, and the view on the top of the slope is very wide, with a radius of fifty miles, which is quite poetic in the poetry of 'seeing all the mountains at a glance'." ”

The glacier warrior on the side pouted his nose wildly, and four words popped out of his mouth, each of which bombarded the poet's heart with a thick nasal voice. Rolando is talking about "Temuraya".

The sleepy-eyed Cullen stepped forward, interrupted the gags of several unemployed vagrants, looked at him with the eyes of a professional soldier of Beamon, and said, "Lord Luke, although we have come all the way along the river and have not encountered the bandits of the wasteland, we have to beware of them. The moor is full of weeds, and it's a convenient place for us to keep watch. After all, we can't always rely on the flight ability of the Héraults. ”

Ever since the ferocious Harpies turned into the delicate storm elves Ero, Cullen has subconsciously classified them as non-combatants. Among them was not only the machismo of the Bil people, but also the atmosphere of the Beamon army. Except for altar sacrifices, there will be no women on the battlefield of Beamon.

The more than 10,000 people who arrived on the red soil slopes seemed to be a huge procession, but most of them were Ero, and the rest were land spirits and hobbits. In the eyes of former Sergeant Major Bimon, there were fewer than 1,000 combatants, including 300 mastiffs, less than 70 crossroads prisoners, and 100 hippopotamus poets whose combat effectiveness was unknown.

Ouyang nodded, turned to the three hostesses, and asked, "What about you?"

Huo Jiasi looked at the tired crowd behind him and said, "Everyone is tired after traveling for so long. I think we still listened to Cullen and said that there are caves on the high slopes of the red clay, which saves us time to build the house. Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the first snow is not long away, the cave's ability to protect itself from the cold is always better than that of a grass hut. ”

Miriam blinked her sapphire eyes and sat on the back of Dora Apo the seahorse, but did not speak. Ouyang understood what she meant, and along the way, the mermaid princess looked at the ups and downs of the Takijiang River, and offered to take a good dip more than once. It's just that the river bank is steep, and the river is turbulent, so Ouyang has never agreed. He felt that even if the sea was turbulent, the water would still be calm, but the turbulent river was different, but it was really an undercurrent, and even the strong hippopotamus would be in danger of being washed away, and the mermaid would still be in danger even if it would not be drowned. Now, behind the red clay slope is a tidal flat, and the river is vast and flat, how can Mirien not be impressed?

Epli thought about it for a while before she said, "I also think that the red soil slopes are better, and although the sawtooth wattle is huge, it is also a climbing plant, and our plan is to survive on the thorn fruit and cistanche for a while, or it is better here." ”

After thinking about it for a while, Ouyang nodded and said: "Then live on this red soil slope temporarily, it is easier to develop here by relying on water, although there is a 'fountain of life', it is too difficult to grow things where there is no water." ”

His two wives, one sea tribe and one water tribe, are inseparable from water.

"Okay! Our home is there!" Ouyang clapped his palms and took the lead and walked over.

But he turned back to Orario and said, "Big mouth, bring what you just stepped on!"

Orario: Embarrassment......

Walking along the river towards the red clay slopes, everyone looked at their future home.

This high slope is tens of meters high, oval in shape, and long in the east-west direction. The top of the slope seems to have been chopped with an axe, and the one near the river is lower, and you can see a huge depression at the top of the high slope, and you can still see some water faintly.

The high slope is a few hundred meters away from the river, and several ravines have been eroded by the current. Seeing the solid soil exposed in these not deep ravines made the two groups of plateau natives feel a bit of home.

Skirting the north, the scene in front of the southern slope is somewhat familiar to the mastiffs who grew up in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, where huge pillars of earth eroded by the wind stand one after another.

The western slope of the laterite slope is steep and bare, while the southern slope has a gentle slope with large and small caves on the slope.

Facing the future home, everyone sighed with emotion.

"We mastiffs grew up in caves!" Kosha sighed.

"There are ice caves on the mountain and mud caves on the mountain, and I feel like I've become a flying squirrel. Rolando's pressure was sudden.

"I think I've missed that big house in the astral plane. Niu Er made a choice in his heart.

"This red clay slope reminds me of a Bepsy woman, plump and juicy~" Orario holds cow dung in his hand.

"Good morning, Godot! I'm Luke!" Lord Shandora declared.

His roar alarmed a resident living on a high slope, and a figure emerged from a cave with a few weeds and appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at this suddenly appearing figure, all Beamon let out a cry of surprise.

"Obis Ratch!"

This figure that came out of the cave surprised all Beamon, but Ouyang, the halfway monk, was puzzled.

The man was not tall, but tall and thin, and had a peculiar appearance, his cheeks were as thin as lentils, and his eyes bulged out, and he looked oozing under the green hair.

This was the first time Ouyang had seen a short-haired Beamon, with the exception of the old model of the Vian Shaman Danzi in the Temple of Pompeii, of course. The models are all bareheaded.

However, what attracted Ouyang's attention the most was the green elytra on his back and the folded bone knife on his arm! The pair of wings on his back were a bit similar to those of Master Ancestor Vienna, but there was no such pair of bone knives on the arms of the mantis.

Could it be Kaka's kind?

"Huo Jiasi, is he Beamon? is it Beamon of the Zerg?" Ouyang guessed based on the pair of wings.

Huo Jiasi turned his gaze back from this man and replied, "He is the Green Party Mantis of the Zerg, and you can see that a pair of bone knives on his arms are the symbol of their clan. Every adult Green Mantis is a 'Sword Master' with superb sword skills, and the Greens are one of the main battle races in the Beamon Zerg. ”

"I remember you said that the Greens don't have a large population, so how could a praying mantis live in this place?"

"I don't know. Huo Jiasi shook her head, although she had been a priest for several years, she had been living in a small village and did not know much about the outside world.

Kulun saw Ouyang turn his gaze to himself, so he replied: "Boss, because of the difficulty in giving birth, the population of the Greens has always been small, and now there are about 200 registered Greens in Beamon. And because of their superb martial arts, almost all the Green Party mantis people are in the army, engaged in the martial arts teaching of the Beamon soldiers, and some of the mantis people are also the king's guards. I've worked as an instructor and I've known a few Mantis, but I'm not aware of any Green Mantis wandering. Looking at his bone knife, this mantis man should be almost middle-aged. When the swordsmen of the Greens reach the level of 'Juggernaut', the blades of their bone knives will turn into two sawblades with nine serrations. However, his bone knife is folded and cannot be seen, but to be able to live in this place, his sword skills must have reached the 'Sword Saint' level. But why I don't report in the army, but wander outside, I don't understand. ”

"You guys are so stupid, what is there to guess about this, just ask him directly," Miriam interrupted a few people's speculation, "This is our territory, what is there to scruple about, if he wants to continue to stay here, he has to be honest." ”

After speaking, she stepped forward and asked, "Hey, who are you?"