There are no three hundred taels of silver here, and Niu Er next door has never stolen it!

- "The Biography of Shandora"

The most spectacular sights in the world are the sparkling waters of the Aegean Sea and the snowy tops of Temuraya, which belong to the fisherman and the woodcutter respectively, but only the dragon knight can see both.

This beautiful statement comes from the autobiography of Brooks, a human dragon knight thousands of years ago.

In the valley of clouds and mist, the evil gathers. Among them, there are many unruly characters, such as Barry, a nobleman who has mastered his fighting spirit, Musta, a knight from Hogwarts, Brian, a well-known "hammer" in the mercenary world, and Mark, who has trained the fighting spirit of the bronze sparrow into a "heart shield".

The first seat in the Cloud Valley can suppress these characters, because its magic weapon is the "Mediterranean"! Of course, there is a saying for this.

The mixed-race Vikings, after failing to attend Hogwarts, spent three years in retreat and painstakingly cultivated. When he reappeared, the people around him were shocked by Huen's change, and the man who was a little melancholy back then became a half-bald man with a beard.

At such a price, what Hu En got in exchange was that the "Anti-inflammatory Sword" attached to the fighting spirit could not try its sharp swordsmanship, and it was the power that could shake the two-axe berserker.

Huen, a person who can't master the fighting spirit and can't go berserk, with the strength he has cultivated hard, he has convinced everyone in the Cloud Valley.

Like the light of the Aegean Sea, it reflects the strength and weakness of every robber, and like the snow dome of Temuraya, it guides the direction of the force of those behind him.

was teased by a fat man who turned green.

Bluebeard's words became as quiet as an abyss.

Hunn's ability to control his emotions is not because Bluebeard's words are so convincing or intimidating. Rather, it is the result of Bluebeard's years of helping Hune run his business.

Mathematics can make a person's thinking more thoughtful and calmer. This is Jefferson's discovery. Through this method, Hunn's way of thinking was slowly transformed into digital and quantitative.

In order to avoid the undesirable consequences of Hunn's entry into a state of madness.

Huon is not a pure Viking berserker and cannot bear the load of berserk. In Beamon, the only races that can go berserk are strong, while among the Tran humans, only the Vikings can go berserk.

I don't want Hunn to go into a frenzy, not because I'm worried that he's losing his mind, but because he's going to collapse.

No one wants Hunn to fall casually. Every one of the Cloud Valleys has something to do in their hometown, so they must use the power of the Cloud Valley. And the only one who can gather this power is Hunn.

The light on the "Mediterranean" reflected the robber's heart, and no one had the face to leave the Cloud Valley before asking themselves if they couldn't put in such an effort to cultivate.

Kill Hune and replace him?

Bluebeard Jefferson has a saying that whips everyone, what condenses the valley of clouds is forbearance and perseverance, if no one can take over these two bonds, everything will be gone.

Beamon's teasing, the cloud robber only felt that it was really his heart, and slashed hard.

It's not just the skin that is crossed out, but also the self-esteem!

Endure everything in the Godot Wasteland, for the sake of today's business, high head Malaysia, brocade clothes to return home!

The moment he knocked out of the grass and stepped on the red soil, every robber returned to the state when he committed a crime or killed someone, the kind of disregard for the rules, the kind of righteous and awe-inspiring self-control!

His eyes showed a fierce light, and what he saw was covered with a bloody light.

The red clay slopes are no longer what they used to be, the smoke of cooking, the ploughing, the noise, the land is no longer dead and silent. The Cloud Bandits believe that after today, this place will become even more deadly!

On the front of the red clay slope, the dragon head has been carved into a long chant from the neck. Brian thinks that the clumsy carving is like a stake used by a buffalo to rub against ringworm, and forcibly turn the dragon into a baby fish that has been killed by the neck!

Between the red clay columns, there is a noisy noise of gongs and drums, as if some kind of celebration is being held. The other party is still in the mood to be entertained?

Mark scratched his chest and laughed, "Is this the funeral music that Beamon played for himself?"

Do you really think that 300 mastiffs will deal with any of Godot's forces?

Brian, who is comparable to the recklessness of a berserker, first stepped forward and said, "Let me lead the cavalry and crush those mad dogs under the hooves of the horses!"

Bluebeard Jefferson has warned everyone that there is a Beamon Sacrifice in this Beamon territory. Brian could guess that the other party would definitely bless the mastiff and use it as the backbone of the defense against the Cloud Valley.

It has always been the case, and Beamon has always relied on the madness blessing of the sacrifice to shake the enemy as a magic weapon to defeat.

Two thousand years ago, it was like that.

Huon glanced at Brian, a little displeased. There are many Viking members in the mercenary world, and they are used to calling them "crazy", crazy people who are difficult to train.

Hu En still nodded and agreed to his subordinates' invitation, and said, "If something is wrong, turn around immediately!"

Brian's two hundred-pound nine-petal red copper hammers slammed into each other, shouted, and beckoned the cavalry to rush out.

He had been looking at what was not pleasing to the eye in the morning.

Across the cloud robbers were patches of cultivated land, on which about twenty farmers were working. Frightened, they all screamed, dragged the nail rake, and fled in three steps.

The pig-headed people of the Pig-headed tribe, who eat a lot and are timid, probably think of the mastiff people, and suddenly stop one by one and look across the cultivated fields.

A few arrogant, even throwing dirt from afar. may have been too far away and did nothing, so he twisted Yangge with his buttocks.

Brian understands why, and the bullying behavior of the Bimeng vassal race has long been commonplace.

However, the cultivated land in front of them made the cavalry even more unpleasant.

In the patches of cultivated land separated by weeds and gravel, there is a straw man, each with a bow and arrow, in the posture of "looking northwest and shooting the wolf".

As soon as they came out of the grass, the horses were startled. The cavalrymen pacified their mounts, and after they charged, anger began to grow.

Around the neck of each scarecrow, a piece of wood hung with the slogan:

"Don't step on my potatoes!"

"Don't step on my tomatoes!"

"There are no three hundred taels of silver here!"

"Harry Potter is here!"

"I opened this road, and I planted this tree!"

"For the sake of ecological balance, please take care of the toads!"

......

All sorts of things, and so on.

A group of twisted buttocks and obsessed pig-headed people in the distance are full of ridicule between the lines!

Will the iron cavalry of the Cloud Valley bypass the cultivated land and then charge at the enemy? The rule that "the crescent moon does not enter the cultivated land" has long since dissipated into the dust of history!

Amusing!

Brian's copper hammer touched again, and the sound of gold and iron resonating shook the scarecrow like sweat!

The rapid horseshoe prints, like the moon sinking in the western mountains, are pressed into the flat and delicate farmland!

Suddenly, turn elbow reverse!

The dusty horses' hooves, whether they are large bowls or iron hooves, are all sold by the dirt! Sold quietly! Sold mercilessly! Sold with a whine!

In an instant, like pouring a bean pot, like driftwood rolling a waterfall, a hymn to death, falling, falling......

Dirt hides sweaty bodies, dust paints frosty manes. The horses are neighing, the people are yelling, struggling and shouting, the potatoes are smashing the iron armor, the tomatoes are dyed red, and a few toads are soaking up the pee!

The robbers who followed him, glad to have stopped their steps, stabilized their horses, and wandered over the edge of the pit. In the midst of the shouting and scolding, the sound of weapons fighting sounded in the pit again.

Let the people and horses in the Cloud Valley not know what kind of ambush the other party has fought for a while!

It turned out that the "trench digging" planned by Shandora before the war was not in front of the red clay high slope, digging a square frog to rip a hole, but digging a hole under the potato field!

Here is just the edge of the long grass, and the enemy who rushes out, a little careless, a little arrogant, will fall.

The Chandora and cloud robbers are accustomed to the hedonistic days of big weighing and dividing gold and stewing meat in a big pot. Not really a soldier who exercises in the morning, a samurai who smells a rooster and dances, will always be irritable after a day of walking under the long grass and the scorching sun.

So, Ouyang used three tricks to add fuel to the fire, forcing these rabbits to rush and go straight to the pit!

The earth pit where the horse was trapped was dug by Niu Er, but the arrangement in the pit was not up to the ninth-order earth system demonic beasts. The earth spirits carried hoes and carved out mole paths, connecting with each other.

The tunnel is not high, just suitable for the Shariba people with their heads wrapped in their heads, and many hobbits also guessed it, and got into it to join in the fun, forming a "rat and turtle" tunnel team.

The land elves also did not fight with human robbers, and pulled the cavalry who fell to the point of indistinguishable winter melons and watermelons, and dragged them into the tunnel by their legs.

Hobbits don't fight human robbers either, and three days ago their feet were wrapped in stinky tofu, fluffy, and smelly, sticking only to their nostrils!

The tunnel is narrow, the earth spirit is full of strange power, the hobbit feet are smelly, how can human beings resist, one by one like a snake into a bamboo tube, dead straight!

The rest, those who have the ability to resist, the tunnel team is not polite, the crutches are knocked to the lower abdomen, the feet are kicked in the face, and the fighting essence of the mastiff is fully learned, and the group fights!

Soon, the pit was empty, only neighing horses.

Hunn, who was on the cliff, stared hatefully at the red clay slope, but he couldn't help but sniffle.

was so emotional that he gave birth to a ring of wisdom on his bald head!

Bluebeard Jefferson stopped the crossbowmen from turning the pig-headed men into porcupines.

"Watch out for the pig-headed feet. ”

Huon looked at the remaining scarecrows, all of whom hung signs that read "Niu Er next door has not stolen", and stopped on the way to the pig-headed man.

"Jefferson, do you bet heads or tails. ”

Bluebeard touched his beard and said, "Don't guess, look at the direction of the tunnel below, it's not a dirt pit over there......"

Hunn still looked at Bluebeard, waiting for the next step.

"Believe it or not, I believe it anyway. With that, Jefferson confidently drove his horse forward.

Then a few followed, saying, "We are willing to go and explore the way together." ”

Following the hoof prints left by the vanguard, the bandit team gradually approached the fleeing pig-headed man.

If there were no more traps to stop them, these pigs' heads would definitely be stewed badly!

PS：

Xiao Xi doesn't have the pen power of an official, so, he won't write a battle well. How to get off topic.