The warm sun melts the ice and snow.

Frieza's mace swept through a beehive, and the bear goblins broke through the weedy barrier and stepped into the red earth, where the wet red earth welcomed the footprints of the first intruder. After the big shaggy bare feet stepped on, two black hairs rose from the mud like spring grass, as if to mock the owner who had abandoned them.

The stupidity of the bear goblins is often ridiculed, and it is with this attitude that the robbers of the Misty Valley approach the Corson bear goblins and select these cannon fodder.

In the Godot Wasteland, chaotic battles continue all day long, but no native tribe will casually attack other tribes, and the lessons of the past have been scattered throughout the wasteland with dry bones, telling every tribal leader to be careful of the claws behind his back, it will reach over when the woman takes off her pants and squats, and will not care about the urine on her hands.

If this were not known, the Corson tribe would have been wiped out of the Godot moor long ago. Frieza hadn't forgotten the ogre Karui who looked down on him near the Cosen Hills, and no matter how dull the bear goblin's head was, it was better than an animal, and the sarlomon still felt threatened by the butcher.

It's a human after all!

The price offered by the Misty Valley is enough to hire any medium-sized tribe in the Godot Wastes to serve them, and they are well aware of the appeal of the weapons forged by the dwarves in the Godot Wastelands, and this weapon represents power! The power swells, and the human heart swells with it! The "bubbling beer barrel" sign will make the blood of every Godot bandit beast boil, and when the blood rushes to the brain, the bandit will fight for something that he did not dare to imagine before, prestige!

No man can refuse the fierce medicine of showing his strength! Chief Frieza of Corson is a man, or a man who has not been able to rise for a long time! Misty Valley is well aware of this.

Humans are human beings after all! Since they can dominate the mainland, it is not difficult to conquer an indigenous tribe at all. Humans not only have excellent fighting abilities, but also cunning that is unmatched by all races!

The Misty Valley not only brought a fierce medicine that can make the bear goblin blood get into the brain, but also an aphrodisiac that can make the bear goblin rice worm go to the brain!

Belle!

The hot-blooded bear goblin may still think about victory and defeat and not immediately enter the battle, but the bear goblin with the rice green worm on the brain, even if there are a hundred dachshunds looking down on the delay, he will still not hesitate to take off his pants!

The news came from somewhere in the Misty Valley, and learned that a large number of elven beauties had come to the red clay slope, and promised the Cosen bear goblins that in addition to metal weapons, the reward after conquering the red clay high slope was also given to three elf beauties for the bear goblins to enjoy!

Hearing this offer, the bear goblin could not hold back any longer?

The beauty of the elven woman is famous in Lotherma, and there is no need for humans to introduce her, and just hearing the word "elf" makes the bear goblins rush to the red clay slopes.

The most popular "Song of Oak" in the Godot Heath is sung, and the passion of the bears and goblins is pushed to the top of Mount Temuraya, allowing them to pour down the red earth slopes, and every step seems to be a tango prince with a rose in his mouth, handsome and rhythmic, and every hair on his body tells one thing: Beauty is coming to my arms!

Oak ~ Oak Oak Oak ~

Oak ~ Oak Oak ~

No one has any illusions that we will be able to survive~

We haven't had such luck for a long time~

The last piece of the jigsaw puzzle has been found~

It seems that all the goblins will shout "Oak" and "Oak" no matter what the occasion, as if this word can express all the meaning they want to express, and these bear goblins are no different. This song with a hint of embarrassment can't be composed by the bear goblin.

During the "Big Talk Frog Prince", Godot's goblins were revived for a while, and a group of excellent goblin craftsmen emerged, building tools out of wood and animal bones, and waterwheels, windmills, and mills were erected one by one, greatly improving the life of goblins. Goblin Fitz may seem like Godot today as an alternative, but in the "Great Pioneering" period, when the "Wooden Ox Horse" was already a tool for cultivating wood, it was simply pediatric.

The "Song of Oak" is said to have been written and celebrated during that period, and the "tangram" in the lyrics was a set of measuring tools used by the great goblin engineers of antiquity.

It's a pity that the current goblins only shout "Oak", and they are only used to using "Oak" to express a lot of meaning.

Perhaps at this time, the bear goblin's "Oak" is expressing:

"Look, there's a lot of plants here!"

"Rush, for the elves!"

"Haha, haughty elf!"

"A bear goblin riding an elf!"

"Ched Maria~ This song is not bad, simply repeating a name can stir people's hearts, like a round of rhythmic fast punches in a boxing match, struggling to win the scoring point, making people's blood boil. The first bard of the starry sky in me couldn't help but sing a song. Olario put down the clamshell harmonica and shook his head with a sigh of emotion.

"What song, last night's?" Rolando's nose turned, the whirring wind blowing his sideburns. Mammoth Hercules has shaved off his long hair in the past few days, and the hairstyle of the cave man on the top of the mountain has also been changed to a sturdy crown braid, and the sides of his ears are shaved brightly, but he retains his long flowing sideburns, like a pile of willows.

"The inspiration of the hippopotamus poet is like the continuous water of the Takijiang River, how can he sing the same song?" said the hippopotamus poet with a big mouth:

Araso~

My family lives on the red clay slope~

A strong wind blew from the slope~

A Taki River has wide waves~

I'm Chapo of the House hippopotamus~

......

Kaka pursed his lips and shook his head, unable to bear the torture of the hippopotamus poet.

Even the two surging bear goblins seemed to be unbearable, and the leader's footsteps hesitated a little.

Only four enemies?Frieza was a little confused.

There were a few more trees in front of the laterite slopes, but they were all bare, and not a single leaf could hide the elves. As far as the eye could see, there was no one except for four creatures with a huge difference in height and strange appearance. Where did those elves go?

Approaching the door, Frieza felt that she should be wary of the elves' bows and arrows.

Bear goblins live in the Godot Wasteland, and elves do not go to the Wasteland. The horror of the bear goblins to the elven archers is nothing more than legends. The knowledge of the weapons forged by the dwarves is also only a legend, until the misty humans show "one sword and two cuts". The Kosen bear goblin's knowledge of bows and arrows is only the group of goblin archers led by the ogre Karui, and the archery skills are sparse and ordinary, that is, the venom of the cobra snake is powerful.

The dwarven knife can "cut the anvil cactus in two".

What about elven bows and arrows, and can they also "cut the arrows of goblin archers in two"?

Frieza guessed.

The Godot robbers had no chance to deal with the elves, one was the most noble, the other was the dirtiest, like a white cloud and a quagmire, never intersected.

But among the Godot natives, there is one race that enters the Baiyue Forest every year to spend the winter, and that is the most powerful Godot native, the Golon.

Once, Goron had somehow angered the forest elves and fled back to the wasteland with arrows on his back. Of course, the Godot robbers did not miss the opportunity to beat the water dogs and hunt down the goron to gain prestige. The successful one finally cut the flesh of Goron's back, and the delicately patterned arrows were deeply embedded in Golon's shoulder blades. An ogre tried to pull out the elven arrow, but he tore off Goron's shoulder blade!

After this incident, although he had never seen an elf, the power of the elven bow and arrow was deeply imprinted in the mind of the Godot bandits.

Frieza thought the legend was exaggerated, but he understood how different the bear goblin's fur was from Golon's.

Frieza looked up at the cave on the high slope of the red clay, the sun was shining, and there seemed to be a lot of people. The man who stood first at the entrance of the cave with his bow stretched out his head and ears erected on either side of his head.

Elf beauty!

Frieza grinned, and Hara flowed out. There were no trees around, and the elves were hiding on the red clay slopes.

With a swing of the bear goblin chief's mace, the bear goblin roared past and pounced on the four of them.

"Everything on Oak Road!"

Four raised middle fingers poked away all the concerns of the bear goblin. The bear goblin's few brains were already filled with anger, and he couldn't hold any other thoughts. The anger ignited the bear goblin's throat, and saliva gushed out, brushing the panda sticky.

"I'm Dibolo!" Loudmouth picked up two clamshell axes. He has always been proud of his big mouth, and he claims that his spit is the seed of inspiration for the hippopotamus poet, and can water the flowers of poetry.

These bear goblins actually grow their chest hair with saliva!Ched Maria~ Unforgivable!

"The long nose is unique!" Rolando snorted, the slasher on his nose thrust back behind his back, and drew two wooden swords.

Kaka sniffled, and put on his helmet with a hula.

The stilt hand awkwardly held up the hoe and touched the explosive head, and the mud on the hoe took the opportunity to roll into the fluffy curly hair.

The bear goblins collectively burst into laughter, and up close, these four guys were actually uglier than the other, as ugly as the anvil cactus.

"Laugh, I'll mussel you!" the hippopotamus poet threw the mussel axe, and the face of the bear goblin was divided into three parts, and the nose fell with the mussel shell between the shells, and the hole without the nose was stuffed with red soil, so that there was no blood or flesh.

A few bear goblins couldn't hold their feet and rolled to the ground. Awakened by the blood, the bear goblin jumped over his companion and smashed the anvil cactus on the hippopotamus with its head, trying to smash the big-mouthed face uglier than the anvil cactus.

Rolando stepped forward and drew his sword, and his hands were raised at the same time, slashing the jaws of the two bear goblins. This is the "backhand cross-drawn sword" that Mammoth Hercules learned from the Orephine stunt "Cross-arm Wrestling", and concentrated all the "elephant" power that erupted when the Orephine Giant Elephant Warrior wrestled on the tip of the sword. Not to mention two bear goblins, even if a Tyrannosaurus rex comes, it will be knocked out of a good tooth!

Rolando's hands were clenched straight, and he pressed the raised sword down and smashed it on the jawless face, smashing the two bear goblins.

The big mouth did not lose, and the mussel shell with a streamlined arc slid away the anvil cactus nail rod, and the other mussel shell swept obliquely, biting off half of the bear goblin's face. Then he kicked the unlucky ghost who covered his face and screamed in pain, and hit the one behind him.

After several people fell in the first fight, the bear goblin realized that they were not just facing two giants, but two fierce giants.

One of them is twice as tall as a bear goblin, and two wooden swords are two logs, which are more than enough to make a battering ram, and their bear goblin chin can have a strong gate?

The other was shorter, but also a lot taller than the bear goblin, with a large mouth like a mussel shell, and grinning like a wicked slit. The bear goblin thought it would bite with its big mouth, but the cunning creature with the mussel axe was even more capable of biting, and there was a bloody piece of flesh in the crack of the mussel shell, one of which was like a pearl.

The leading bear goblins hesitated, but they were given courage by the companions who followed, and the bear goblins were bold creatures with great courage and strength. Several anvil cacti smashed into the two giants.

Rolando was unlucky, he grew too tall, and the nail rod smashed into the thigh, smashed into the thigh!

Rolando couldn't help but shrink back and pout his ass.

The hardest bear goblin slammed into the crotch of his pants, and the other who lost his target turned to the long object on the mammoth's face.

Rolandu was furious, and the two wooden swords slapped in the middle, and in the crackling sound, the three bear goblins turned into three roasted leeks on the chopsticks, the bones were broken and lying on their stomachs, and the wooden swords were also broken, and the wooden thorns were scraped into unlucky faces.

Rolando, who was afraid, waved the wooden sword and slapped it, and the three mischievous boys became boys mischievous, falling to the ground with sauce, and the wooden sword couldn't be contained, and it was broken in two.

Olario's throwing axe slashes at the neck of a bear goblin, and the other bites on the shoulder of the bear goblin, putting the guy who is about to jump and chop the seaweed head back to the ground, just as he is about to pull out the clam axe. A chicken-wing-like object flew nearby, knocking his chopping board and axe into the air.

Before the hippopotamus poet's big mouth could brew words to express his feelings, another famous bear goblin stepped forward and smashed it down, salivating and flying with wooden sticks, one smelly, the other ugly.

He didn't know how to express his feelings, and a white bone spear suddenly grew out between his legs, grazing the little hippopotamus and piercing the bear goblin's chest.

"Day!"

Olario snatches the bear goblin weapon and slashes the hapless man with his head in his arms. Very poetically blowing away the hair and blood on it, grinning, "Come on, brother, I'll play with mussels, and I'll play with sticks!"

The bear goblin flinched a little, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen companions fell, but they didn't even touch each other's hair, can you win such a battle?

The prestige of the Beamon Elephant Warrior spread throughout Godot thousands of years ago along with the bones of Golon.

It's just that I didn't expect that the fat man who sang in the Takie River every year would be so fierce.

What if the fat man had a metal axe in his hand?' Bear muttered carefully.

Frieza roared, the metal weapon in his hand!

Several bear goblins with bronze weapons also shouted. These bronze weapons were excavated from the Corson hills, antiques from 10,000 years ago!

The hesitant bear goblin stepped out of the way, and the bronze weapon rushed forward.

Rolando broke the wooden sword in two, and smashed the tail of the sword into the bear goblin. But the big fat man didn't seem to have the accuracy of the fat lord and hit the shoulder of the one behind him.

The copper hammer bear goblin didn't look at the wooden sword that passed by, opened his mouth and let out a hala, and the copper hammer smashed down.

The murderous face suddenly distorted, and the high-pitched cry of pain startled the two small turtles that were slowly crawling on the red clay square.

The copper hammer goblin fell, and saw a big head shuttling between a pair of hairy feet, and a pointed beak hoe hoeing a pit.

The road is under your feet, and the pits are on your feet!

The broken hilt of the sword in Rolando's hand was used as a wooden hammer, and after colliding with the three anvil cacti, it smashed two heads, overwhelmed, and broke again.

Rolando shoved half of the wood into the mouth of the third bear goblin, dyeing Hara black and red. Long Nose pulled out the Guan knife behind his back and lowered his body, turning the hala on the bear goblin's chest hair black and red.

With another pick, a bronze axe flew towards Orario with half of his wrist attached.

The two mussel shells shattered into pieces on the bear goblin's chest, and Orario let go of the wooden handle in his hand, and the spike rod that the bear goblin smashed with his last strength also fell.

The hippopotamus poet proudly stretched out his fat arm to block the nail bar, and caught the bronze axe with one hand, ignoring the severed limbs attached to it, and the third axe slashed at the enemy in front of him. The blood of the severed limbs fell low in the hair, like a snail crawling on a vine.

The big mouth swept off the severed limbs, wiping the blood off the slippery hand on the bear goblin fur that had fallen on his body.

Bear goblins form an encirclement.

"Stilt bearer, it's time to run away!"

The two masters sighed.

PS:

Sorry, it's stuck in the plot, and the battle is not easy to write.