Giggle~

Giggle~

The passionate and heroic "March of the Rooster" sounded, and the hippopotamus who waved his arms and fluttered and took off gave up useless attempts, lifted his hips one by one, tightened his abdomen and raised his chest, and took frivolous steps to move forward with the song and dance.

"Heavy Hammer" Brian, opening his double hammers, like an eagle, rushed to the self-satisfied "flock of chickens".

There was a great commotion and chaotic shouting in the team of the hippopotamus, which made the already immodest team even more unbearable. In the eyes of outsiders, the shouting of the glory of the Beamon strong battle race is the skill of the hippopotamus poet's chanting.

"Where is the sacrifice?!!!!

"Kampas! Hippopotamus people don't sacrifice!" - this is a lament for the injustice of fate.

"Wash the war song! Roar!" - this is the charging horn of passion.

"Campas! The hippopotamus is House!" – exclamations in unison.

"Prepare the archers! The enemy is coming!" - this is the offer of a man of unique insight.

"Kampas! Hippopotamus people have no arrows!" - this is a self-mockery of fate.

"The god of war is above! what else do we have!" -- this is the tone of the question on behalf of the people.

"Campas! Hippopotamus people can sing poetry!" – a proud ode.

"But we're big cocks now!" — it's a comical twist.

"Rooster rooster, get ready—"

"Under the bridge in front of the door, swim past a flock of ducks, come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight, ......"

Brian is a man who values honor, and the Hippopotamus man ignores the performance of the battlefield, which makes the mercenaries feel extremely insulted! The son of the butcher with arms above his knees, the beard on his face suddenly stood on end like a steel needle, and he yelled "Kill!" and took the lead in riding his horse away from the team and rushing out.

"The eagle is coming, the chicken run!" shouted the big mouth very devotedly, and the old hen who opened her shield and protected her cubs very much.

The hippos clapped their mouths with their hands, let out a series of "ah-woo" strange screams, and in an instant, they formed a standard sagittal charge formation behind Olario, facing the rush of the galloping horses!

At this moment, the hippopotamus poet Sensei Tido is proud. Under the training of the Black Bear Commander, the Hippopotamus finally mastered the use of "arrows". This is the capital that the hippopotamus people show off to their own family, and this is an arrow condensed by the power of countless hippopotamus poets! Unless there is a team of giant elephant wrestlers, you want to break through the formation of the hippo people!

In terms of physical shape, the Orephine giant elephant warriors ranked first among Beamon, the Haus hippopotamus people ranked second, and the hippopotamus poets under the command of Shandora were all fat and big-eared, and their weight even caught up with that of the mammoth Rolando!

The tonnage is there, so that the waves have to be convinced!

The hippopotamus man rushed up to the knight like this! The leading hippopotamus smiled wickedly as he looked at the horse's hooves tumbling like raindrops.

"Comrades!

He yelled and immediately threw himself on the ground. The hippopotamus people who followed closely behind him followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, a mountain of meat was piled up on Lidazui's body, and the wooden shields on his arms were staggered in front of him, and a strong shield wall was instantly erected in the bend of his strong arm.

On Roshan, two more hippopotamus poets leaped out, spread their arms like flying turkeys, and pounced on Brian on horseback. As long as Brian bombards the shield wall with a double hammer, he will be sandwiched between the two hippopotamus poets!

Brian, who was invincible with two nine-petal bronze hammers, hesitated instantly, but the neighing of the horses made him attack instantly. Brian threw his twin hammers like two humpback whales crashing into a reef, then swung his arms and slapped his palms at the onrushing shield.

Among the human martial arts, there are few attacks with palms, and the situation is urgent, and Brian has to respond again.

In table tennis, a man and a hippopotamus collide with a mount, a shield and a copper hammer.

The sturdy log shield in the hands of the hippopotamus poet, the accumulation of fat on his body, and the ability to resist the impact of playing in the waterfall made the meat shield safe and sound under the charge of the horses, but the horses broke their bones and fell to the ground.

Brian was caught between two hippopotamus men and fell to the ground, and was about to struggle, but a voice came from the mountain of meat, a voice that seemed to be squashed:

"Roll over...... The poets ......"

The hippopotamus poet's song sounded again, and one by one rolled down from the Roshan Mountain, turned into fat chickens again, and fluttered.

"The karmic fire is hard to stifle, and my heart is like burning. A hippopotamus man slammed Brian back into the dirt again, his strong arms clasping the human's neck as if he were about to lock a slippery catfish, the fat pressed tightly against the skin, and the fingers clenched deep into the flesh, leaving no room to break free.

"Gradually, blazing moxibustion, blazing like the morning. "Another hippopotamus man pressed his ass against Brian's belly, and tore off the human belt, and bound his hands, so that he might catch a turtle in an urn, and bring it with his hand.

"Looking at each other at hand, the afterimage of Liuer is familiar. The two hippopotamus men snatched the nine-petal bronze hammer and spread their feet and rushed forward, followed by a bunch of competing companions. It looks like a group of poor embryos snatching booty, but they are heading in the direction of the bandits, and they don't look like good intentions.

"Abandon me, and I will also decide to be infatuated. The last of them scrambled to his feet, tightening his belt, on which hung a bright metal axe, a trophy snatched from the lord, and the sash made of red kelp was a little overwhelmed.

"Don't go to the long pavilion, there is no trace of the snow and moon wind. Rim walked over to Brian's side, looked at the Hippopotamus's first achievement, and ran to his head, interrupting Brian's struggle, and picking up the tail of his companion's hand.

"Don't empty fantasies, it's hard to think about what you want. Each hippopotamus drew an axe from his waist and hid it behind his shield. On the bright side, he crossed his chest and posed as if he was colliding with a human. As the robbers shouted and slashed at the hippopotamus's shield, the hippopotamus poet smiled and threw his weapon in unison.

Suddenly, the battle axes of humans, the logging axes of barbarians, and the kitchen knives of hobbits flew all over the sky, as if heavy snow had drifted in the air, which made the robbers' hearts cold. The opening of the road, the little piece of skin rubbed, and the cracked flesh of the collision, just like the spring breeze blowing the peach blossoms, and like the mountains blooming all over the mountain.

The hippopotamus man who got off to a good start, there is still the demeanor of a bard, waving his arms one by one, like an iron rooster pecking a centipede, and an eagle fighting poisonous snakes. Several teeth flew out of the robber's mouth, and the edge of the shield fell, turning the robber's face into bitter gourd, and the head of the shield struck out, and blood was sprinkled in the air again.

The hippopotamus poet once again showed the ugliness of the plundering of the Takijiang River, snatched the weapons in the hands of the humans, and did not use them properly, and when he got one in his hand, he threw one at the back of the human team, and all the flesh-attached attacks were completed by two shields, and it seemed that he was still pretending to be a fat chicken.

Human weapons come from the hands of dwarven blacksmiths, and it is not an exaggeration to open the golden cracked stone, and it cannot be said that it is not sophisticated enough.

But in the face of the three-inch-thick, water-filled, thorn-thorn fiber, and resilient log shield, human strength was not enough to split.

The robbers quickly responded to the situation, and the Cloudy Valley had experience in hunting ogres, and the best way to deal with such a tall enemy with superior strength was to attack his lower plate. The robbers took advantage of the large number of people, in groups of two or three, and the knives in their hands danced with pieces of light, one by one.

With a large heavy wooden shield strapped to his arm, it was not an easy task to swing. The hippopotamus did not have enough combat experience, and was suddenly forced by the imposing counterattack of the humans. The footsteps frequently retreated, and the double shields covered the block, and soon there was only the power of blocking, but there was no offensive momentum.

Later, the big mouth of the upper one squeezed into the bandits' ranks, shouting "Death to those who stand in my way", and the two shields merged in front of him, and with the inertia of the collision, he knocked a robber who stabbed his companion in the belly with a knife. The victorious Lidazui did not stop, waving his arms, and his fat body forced away the robbers one by one. Bigmouth's attacks are as chaotic as a fighting shrew, but they contain his newfound tricks, the "Great Monument Wrestler" from the Pyr bears!

Instructor Cullen's tough training finally paid off on the hippopotamus, who was the first and only hippopotamus to master Bill's stunt. After several days of filming on the rammed earthen pillar, the hippopotamus' hands were swollen and could not even hold their weapons, so he proposed a very "hippopotamus poet" fighting method.

The fibers peeled off by the jagged wattles, the tether of the earth tightened the crates, and the wooden shields made of the rough logs were tightly tied to the arms of the hippopotamuses, and became their weapons for attacking and blocking without any scruples! Such a heavy piece of wood, called a shield, was not used as a shield, and it was not an axe, but it was better than an axe!

This self-proclaimed hippopotamus man with a belly full of ink and indigo, slapped out with both palms, and was already able to make the earthwork bloom into a shoot-like crack, although it was far from the advanced stage of breaking the stone monument and shattering it. However, the hippopotamus man himself has great strength, and a shield is not something that a person who is only wrapped in a cowhide can bear.

After disrupting the rhythm of the robbers, the bard couldn't help but let out a high-pitched aria, and in the sound of "oh oh", the big mouth took off the wooden shield on his left arm, and once again used the trick of hitting the water with a mussel shell, throwing!

The wooden shield weighing 100 pounds is like a kingfisher skimming the water, blocking a circle of ripples on the water. Immediately, a shoal of gulls and herons arose on the water, and the hippopotamus people who saw the sweetness all threw their shields.

"Ched Maria!"

"Kampas!"

As if the net had been cast with a huge catch, the hippopotamus let out a shout of joy and pounced on the staggering robbers.

......

Mark gripped the reins and watched the other battles. Cloud Valley knows that Mark "Blue Shield" is good at defense, so it doesn't mind that this team is the slowest to charge. The leader must wait for the enemy to use all the offensive and know how to defend before counterattacking.

Unbeknownst to the minions, Mark's heart was chilling. The strongest leader, Hunn, was slashed by the Giant Elephant Warrior, the calmest Bluebeard Jefferson fought with a small beast and was powerless, Brian, the most destructive, was captured alive by the hippopotamus, and Golommagu, unable to stand the stimulation of his kind, had driven out the two Boomers and fought with the two Golungs.

Everyone doesn't know that usually fighters who have mastered Dou Qi first practice how to bless Dou Qi on their weapons to increase their attack power. Mark did the opposite, first practicing the high-level fighting skill "Heart Shield" because he was afraid of death.

Some people say that a mercenary who is afraid of death is a good mercenary.

And what about the warriors who are afraid of death?

Mark felt that his life was full of irony.

At the moment, the soldiers in the Cloud Valley had lost nearly half of them, but they had not yet approached the high slopes of the red soil. On Beamon's side, there are still half of the mastiffs who haven't been dispatched, and those harpy banshees can't even see a shadow!

The leaders of the Cloud Valley are all lost, what else can he do with Mark?

Thinking of this, this robber who was afraid of death had already retreated.

Mark raised his long knife and shouted, "Charge!"

"Kill!" After the roar of the decisive battle, the bandits' ranks rang out with a loud song—

"The pace is blazing and morale is steaming, the snow-covered peaks in the wilderness are lying high, the cold and the summer are going through life and death, standing up for the real man, and the wind and clouds are waiting for Dolot~"

After singing the song "Song of Dolote", which is full of mercenary hardships, these fugitives and robbers have a pride in their chests, just like the sentence on the first page of the "Mercenary Handbook", "No matter where you are, you are Dolot's mercenaries"!

They are mercenaries who are torn between nobles, commoners, or robbers!

They are mercenaries who explore the jungle and fight monsters!

They are mercenaries who sleep in the open and exchange their blood for life!

In the face of foreign forces, no matter what their origins are, no matter what their identity, they are all mercenaries who defend the glory of Dolot!

The other party is nothing more than a savage land, a savage orc living in a corner! How can they be worthy of the Dorots who established a principality in the hard years!

The robbers shouted, they had received the best shield from Mark, the blood that never flinched, the spirit that never gave up, the best defense against any attack of the enemy!

The hot-blooded bandits, past the commanding Mark, collided with the mastiff's team.

"Whew...... Campas!" the mastiffs roared.

The enthusiasm of the active duty fugitives aroused the self-esteem of the prisoners who were released from prison. How could a mastiff who had been beaten out of prison lose to these robbers who didn't even dare to bear the responsibility in terms of momentum! The mastiffs aroused such a thought in their hearts, and suddenly their chests burned violently, as if the goblin steam engine in ancient times transmitted a stream of power, pumping blood to flow rapidly in the blood vessels, bringing waves of power.

The mastiffs' eyes lit up and their breathing quickened, they knew the sensation, and when they went into a frenzy, their bodies gave them this feeling!

Now, there are no sacrifices behind the mastiffs to sing "furious war songs" to them!

A crazy idea arose, did they mastiffs want to comprehend the "autonomous madness"?

Ecstasy and excitement made the mastiffs even more fanatical. The mastiffs concentrate all their will in battle, and every blow of the mastiffs uses the most violent power to give the enemy the most violent damage, hoping that the battle in front of them can lead them to break through the threshold, truly understand the true meaning of madness, and enter the "autonomous madness"!

The fiercest battles are staged between robbers and mastiffs. On the one hand, there is a morale that will not flinch, and on the other hand, there is the pursuit of courageous progress, the staggered knives and sticks, the iron and blood and flesh are colliding and splashing, the fine iron blades are curling on the whistle stick, the obsidian rod is shattered on the machete, and between the sparks and stone chips, the bright red blood splashes with the blade, and the hard bones make a crisp sound under the whistle stick.

In the shouts one after another, the red-eyed warriors were fighting hard and moving forward. The scars on the rattan armor appeared, and finally they could not be hurt and burst open, and then the blood stained the wounds of the rattan armor red; the uniform leather armor was no longer bright, and the red marks were engraved on it, either red soil marks, or bright red blood marks, and the dirty leather armor was dented and deformed, until it was overwhelmed and cracked, revealing the flesh and blood that exploded underneath, and even the snow-white bone stubble.

Blood, stirring the madrig's anger.

The pain stirred up the robbers' killing intent.

The two teams collided, interspersed, and mixed until one side leveled the other, and then continued to march forward on blood.

Under the fierce sun, the dry red clay and dust shrouded the entire battlefield, as if the strong murderous aura in it appeared, blurring the vision of outsiders, so that they could not see it.

Kosha was the first to break through the opposing formation, baring his fangs and searching for new enemies with red eyes. On his brow and scars, he was stabbed again, one red and one white, one new and one old, forming a striking "cross", which seemed to deny the enemy's right to continue to stand on this battlefield!

A horse, from the side, suddenly rushed with acceleration. The mastiff, who was on the verge of anger, only had time to set up a whistle stick to block, and was knocked out, and two people were knocked over on the way.

Marc reined in the screaming horse and looked around calmly. He could have slipped away directly, but the downside of doing so would have him lose his status as the leader of the Cloud Valley.

After this battle, being able to collect the remnants of the army, or hundreds, or thirty or fifty, is enough for Mark to establish a new Cloud Valley in the Godot Wasteland, which belongs to Mark's Cloud Valley.

The cavalry crashed into the battlefield, undoubtedly attracting the attention of the mastiffs, and several of them rushed out of the battle circle and smashed the horses with their whistle sticks in their arms.

Mark turned his horse's head away from the battle circle and fought with the entangled mastiffs.

Mark was very good at martial arts, and three or five mastiffs were gradually defeated by him, and they were so impulsive that they threw whistle sticks to attack the horses, but they were all swept away by Mark's long knife.

Suddenly, a figure quickly overwhelmed the pursuing mastiff and pounced on Mark. The long knife in Mark's hand collided with the opponent's weapon, and he was actually thrown away. Before Mark could be surprised by the strength of his opponent, the mount hissed in pain and nearly threw Mark off the saddle.

Steady Mark saw several deep scratches on the horse's buttocks.

Mark made eye contact with the attacker's eyes as if he were seeing two furnaces with a wave of heat billowing inside. The old and new scars on his brow, Mark recognized as the mastiff who had just been knocked off by the horse.

But the other party's appearance made Mark puzzled again. He was tall, a head taller than other mastiffs, his muscles were tense, his fangs were protruding, and his fingers and claws were sharp, but they were very different from just now.

Facing the pair of eyes again, Mark chuckled in his heart, it's a berserker!

Mark didn't think about it, so he rode away and fought the berserker, he didn't have the confidence to win.

He also has no ability to escape.

Kosha dug deep into the horse's flesh, and the frightened horse dragged him forward, but the mastiff man "insisted on the green mountains and did not relax", leaned his body, buckled the robber's back with one paw, and grabbed him off the horse. But such an attack did not seem to satisfy the tyranny overflowing in his eyes, and he crawled up to the horse's neck, put his hands into the horse's neck, and pulled the horse's footsteps alive.

"Berserker!" called out Mark, drawing a second knife from his waist, holding the two knives in front of him, and a blue shield condensed in front of his breastplate, smooth as a mirror, like a riding coat hanging in front of him.

The appearance of the fighting spirit, and the subtlety of the use of it, did not seem to surprise the Mastiff warrior, who let out a beast-like roar and pounced on Mark like a bird of prey.

The obsidian whistle stick, which broke at some point, waved in front of Kosha, and the pitch-black photo formed a dog's mouth with interlaced teeth, biting at Mark.

Mark's white blade also turned into light and shadow on his chest, like a white lotus flower, blooming on the blue water.

Black and white converged, the lotus flower was bitten into a thousand holes, the dog's mouth was also smoked by the fragrance of flowers, and after more than ten encounters, Mark did not resist the strength of the mastiff warriors and took the lead in withdrawing from the entanglement.

The two obsidian rods had already struck Mark several times in the chest, and he lowered his head, the blue waistcoat still on his body. Mark smiled and shook his two knives, and several drops of blood fell into the red clay, and they immediately merged into one, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood red or earth red. The rattan armor on the mastiff's body is indeed tough enough, but his own martial arts skills are even better, and he has already left five wounds on the mastiff's arms.

Kosha raised his arm in front of him, his nose twitched like a dog, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from it, bared his red teeth, and continued to pounce on Mark.

Mark exhaled and decided to remove the mastiff's right arm this time, and his grip on the knife became more resolute.

Kosha lunged in front of Mark, but instead of trying to hit his head, he swung his whistle and threw it straight at Mark's door. Mark had already calculated the trajectory of the mastiff's arms swinging, and his own posture of holding the knife, and he was ready to block the opponent's smash in the next moment.

Is it blood that makes his hands slippery?

This throw, Mark was unexpected, he had to swing his body to dodge.

Unexpectedly, under the influence of bad embryos such as Li Dazui, Brother Luobi, and Da Heiku, the mastiffs who had already opened their minds were no longer rigid and clenched the weapons in their hands in battle. Instead, they know how to use unexpected methods to build fighters.

Seeing the sharp claws that had become so sharp after the madness again, Kosha knew that his winning weapon was there. "Autonomous madness" is a state of madness that the Beamon warriors themselves enter with anger, and they are slightly more rational than the madness blessed by sacrifices, and they know how to think about how to defeat the enemy, rather than tearing the enemy apart by listening to the instinct of battle.

However, the desire to win through the claws is not a sign of following instinct?

By the time Mark dodged the whistle stick, which was heading straight for the door, the second volley was already whirling and flying towards Mark's head. This is Shandora's young master Kaka's specialty skill, boomerang!

The stunned Mark couldn't dodge and hit him right in the corner of his forehead, smashing his eyes black. Maybe the fighting skill he practiced was not the blue vest, but the "helmet of the head guard"!

Kosha quickly pounced, grabbed one of Mark's arms, and snapped his sharp claws into his flesh to seal the arm's movements.

Mark reacted immediately, stabbing Kosha in the waist and abdomen. The furious mastiff slammed his head on Mark's injured forehead, knocking the counterattack away. Immediately, sensing the threat of the other party, Kosha grabbed Mark's still moving shoulder and pulled it down, his nails piercing the leather armor, leaving a trail of blood on Mark's second arm.

Mark, who was bound, regretted a little, if he had cultivated the blessing of Dou Qi, he would have defeated this mastiff a long time ago. But now, the "heart goggles" have no effect.

But that's fine. Mark sighed inwardly and seemed to accept the end of being captured.

A scream shattered all of Mark's luck!

The fear of death made it struggle hard.

But the struggle was short-lived, too short to break free from the mastiff's shackles.

Mastiff warrior, bites Mark's throat in one bite!