Tester shook his beard, swung his knife, and rushed forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Instead of fanciing the sharper Gumon scimitar, Tester opted for a thick-backed machete. There is a sleek skull on each side of the blade, and its mouth communicates to form a knife hole, which skillfully maintains the balance of the blade. Tester also saw that when the skull's mouth was full of flesh and blood, it was the most domineering moment of this knife!

Although it is not as good as the Tiger Head Knife of the Tiger Clan, it does not prevent it from using the Tiger's stunt of the Taggo Clan.

Tracing up the falling wand, Tygo swooped down and landed on his right knee, his left leg stretched out, and he dodged the attack of the wooden staff.

Leaning over and seeing the blade of the knife in a line, the barbarian suddenly felt that he had fallen into the tiger's den-

The fierce momentum that runs through the whole body seems to be more than just a blade, every part of the opponent's body may take his own life!

The momentum that suffocated his breath was as if there were five fierce tigers, surrounding him in all directions!

The barbarian gritted his teeth, abandoned the wooden staff, and put his palms in front of him in a strange posture of "red anthurium plucking green waves", and the violent joints were full of two braised goose paws.

The warrior was convinced that no matter where the Tiger Man's attack came from, the real threat was on that line!

Tester burst out, like five white-fronted tigers pounced on the little lamb on the tree, and every ray of cold light was a ten-inch fang from antiquity!

The barbarian's eyes bulged, and he didn't see how the cold light broke through the defenses of his palms, and drew a cold line on his chest, drawing out all the warmth in it!

Tester fell back to the ground and kicked the barbarian's body away, a long howl coming from the toothless mouth.

The black tiger digs out the heart, and the five tigers break their souls!

The stunts of the Beamon royal family can never be questioned.

The two Wolfs are much less imposing in comparison. Relying entirely on the hardness and sharpness of the weapon, as well as combat experience, he carried two sticks and slashed the enemy under the knife.

The scattered pig-headed man suddenly stopped, his fat waist twisted, and the two, three, four, and other uneven nail rakes were built towards the barbarian.

This vigorous style of play ushered in the tough resistance of the barbarians.

The goblin archers, who fled farther away, shouted again to support the pig-headed man with a sexy nose, and the arrow Sheila, but made the barbarians scruple.

The most surprising thing is the minotaur standing in place, this "ugly man" with only one broken horn left, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, two white gases slowly emerging from his nostrils, looking melancholy and vicissitudes. The nostrils snorted, the ugly man grinned, and his breathing suddenly became thick. The most stubborn is the Minotaur, who often can't extricate himself from an idea, and when he wants to charge, he blindly charges, and if he wants to fight in place, he takes root.

The minotaur glared at the barbarian's braid, bowed his head sharply, threw the stake in his hand upward, and rushed out with his legs against the horns.

Tester gives the Minotaur a mission: charge, stab the thorn in the leader's chest, and coerce the Son of Heaven to order the pig monkey!

The enemy had been poisoned, and his hands and feet struggled uncontrollably to get up. The minotaur rushed over, grabbed the necks of the two men with his big hands, and pressed them against the wooden door.

The barbarian's wooden door, the barbarian's heart, are trembling!

......

The barbarians stood at the top of the wall, their long staff reaching down, trying to catch the minotaur, and some even threw it down.

The minotaur bowed his back, and the large wooden shield was like a turtle shell, protecting his whole body. The minotaur let out a low roar, warning the barbarians.

In a chaotic roar of Oak, the goblin bow ran to the door. The bowstrings roared, and the barbarians reluctantly jumped off the city, but there were still those who did not give up, threw their wooden staffs, and almost crucified the few goblin archers.

The goblins were so frightened that they rushed back again!

Behind the wooden door, the barbarian's shouts twisted into a single stream, and the hugging log slammed against the wooden door from far to near.

The wooden door is pushed from the inside out, from the bottom to the top, and at this moment it is like a windmill that has been hit by the Paladin Don Quixote, and suddenly exerts great force to lift the people outside the door away.

One by one, barbarians with their hair standing on end rushed out and pounced on the fallen minotaur to snatch back the patriarch.

Faster on Beamon's side, Tester jumped to the front first, and the posture of "Black Tiger Digging Heart" was put on again, as if he was going to swallow up the swarming barbarians in one bite.

After subduing the barbarians who had gone out of the city first, and capturing the leader of the other party, the energetic pig-headed men rushed forward with their rakes and crashed into the ranks of the barbarians, and the crops were scattered, as if they were going to sprinkle the straw all over the field, and then light a fire.

In order to fulfill the promise to break through the city gates, there swore to rescue the patriarch to expel the enemy, digging the ground and raking, handrails, and a fight. It is like a fat bell touching a thin copper pipe, like a dumpling with long fritters, or like a tomato hitting a potato, no matter whether it is red or white, it is scattered all the time.

The two sides were fighting in the middle of the battle, and in the barbarian village, there was a sudden commotion, and the cries of women and children alarmed everyone.

On the cliff on the edge of the village, ropes hung down at some point, and strings of enemies hung down one after another.

This is really a tiger in front and a wolf in the back.

Nader, who was preparing for the catapult, raised his head, his young face full of solemnity beyond his years.

Savage settled at the mouth of the Baven River, where he had too many imaginary enemies and drove out many invaders. The battle in the wasteland will not stop, and every year the military exercise faces different enemies, the goblin kingdom, the ogre army, and even the Goron team, only the enemy that is difficult to simulate, and it is never known whether it can be defeated.

Beamon!

As a result, Savage sought a powerful siege weapon. The only siege weapons in Godot Wasteland are the Razor Mountain goblins, and these greedy and cautious creatures will never sell the only weapon that can threaten the cliffs of Razor Mountain.

Luckily, there were good carpenters among Savage, and after seeing them at Razor Hill, Savage was able to build a few smaller catapults in imitation.

Small is small, but it is enough to deal with human bandits who may climb down the cliffs.

This time, it is Beamon who is more difficult than humans!

Nader had a bad premonition.

"Everyone! Supreme Evacuation!" Nader commanded one, then the second.

"Nagu, maneuver the catapult! Gazelles, defend with me!"

The old patriarch Temple had three sons, each of whom was a brave and warlike warrior who took on heavy responsibilities, each leading a defensive team. Gazelles are good at climbing steep walls, and the team named after them is responsible for the defense of the steep walls.

Climbing the boardwalk built on the steep wall, the gloom in Nader's heart did not dissipate by going to the next level.

Could it be that Beamon is going to clean up the Godot Wasteland again?

Will the back road that has been prepared to prevent the attack of the Godot tribe be a dead end for Savage?

Doubts beat at the heart of every Savage warrior, and the determination is hammered even stronger - to expel Beamon!

Nagu's catapult was ready, and at the sound of an order, the pebbles flew up like a harrier from the sky, and threw themselves into the cliff like a swallow.

The Barbarian's imitation catapult did not have enough power to throw boulders, but this scattered pebble had a better coverage effect on the cliff and did not damage the buildings under the cliff.

It's a pity that the first launch was not well calibrated and went low.

The other two catapults were immediately corrected, and the second wave of attacks was on the high side. Falling pebbles, as well as clods of dirt thrown from cliffs, do no damage to enemies. After a slight stagnation, Beamon continued to sag.

The third wave of attacks lived up to everyone's expectations, enough to startle back the pebbles of the southward migrating geese, just in front of the sliding Beamon.

However, a fat man suddenly appeared above, holding a huge shield, protecting all Beamon within the attack range.

Not only that, but the fat man had the agility of a spider on the steep wall, and the next three catapults were all blocked by him with a shield to stop threatening attacks.

What the hell is this guy? Fat gecko?

In shock, the gazelle boarded the plank road and faced Beamon, who was hanging from the low part of the plank road. The barbarians have recognized the identity of the enemy. Although he has blonde hair and looks like a lion, he has a fluffy tail and is definitely a wolf werewolf!

- Beamon, who has the most contact with the Natives of Godot, is the Wolf Werewolf who gallops the wasteland on the back of a giant wolf, except for the Pyrpyrus Bears in the south!

The barbarians took notice, and with the length of their staffs, they lifted the werewolves off the cliffs.

The fat man landed on the plank road first and stomped his feet, as if to test the strength of the body, whether he could support his size.

The barbarians let out mocking laughter.

Savage's carpentry skills originated from the Tusta people, and in the Baiyue Forest, I dare not say that it is the first, but in the Godot Heath, even with the title of engineer, the goblins of Razor Mountain still come to buy a batch of wooden tools every year. Savage took advantage of this opportunity to learn how to make catapults.

The barbarians are as strong as the plank roads and hanging towers on the cliffs, as they are confident in the wooden staff in their opponents, and the reliability of their martial arts.

The fat man glanced at the rushing barbarian, and took off the mace on his back, this mace had hideous sharp corners, neither gold, nor iron, nor wood, but it was the tail of the star-tailed turtle!

This weapon, which originally belonged to the turtle warrior, is once again powerful in the village of Savage.

The planks flew, the pillars broke, and the plank road under the fat man's feet collapsed.

The shock made the charging barbarians almost fall. When they regained their footing, they found that the fat man was gone.

Did it fall with it?

Nader couldn't guess what the other party was having.

The mastiff finally landed on the plank road, brandishing an obsidian stick, and if a savage dared to jump over, he would be able to fly one by one.

When the broken bridge meets, there is a wooden rod on one side and a stone stick on the other, both of which occupy the advantage of defense. But to attack, the barbarians hesitated.

Nader knew full well that they could get through it with a wooden staff. But if you have to face a black rod of the same length in the air, you can only be beaten.

The leader had to hold back the impulses of the soldiers.

The fat man appeared on the plank road again, and before the barbarian who turned his head could react, he repeated the old trick and cut off the back road of the barbarian.

The barbarians were shocked to realize that the strength of the fat man was beyond imagination! This made them hesitate even more.

The enemy's purpose is unknown, and the combat power is unknown, how to fight?

There are three levels of plank road on the cliff, Nader leads people up to three floors, and some are on the second floor.

On the second floor, seeing the fat man smashing the plank road twice, the previous bad premonition became more real.

The barbarian stopped his attack and asked, "Who are you?"

Ouyang shook off the dust on his body and said, "Beamon sacrifices to Lu Kai, the newly promoted Lord of Godot Wasteland, the red clay slope has a radius of five hundred miles, and it is all my territory!"

And so it was!

The barbarian's heart sank.

For a long time, the Kingdom of Beamon has regarded the Godot Wasteland as Bimon territory. Now I send a sacrifice to devour the land.

"Has Beamon finally stretched out his hand across the river? Although the tribes of Godot are not united, they are in a hurry, and Beamon is not feeling well. When the human race expelled Beamon, it also paid the price of 500 years of decline!"

"You don't have that much population in Bimeng!"

Ouyang: "You're thinking too much. I just think that there should be no robbers in my territory, or rather, only one robber is enough. ”

The barbarian guessed what he meant and said, "Savage only believes in himself and will not give in to anyone." ”

Ouyang: "Don't be so decisive, you can look at the other side of the river." ”

Barbarian: "Beamon Sailors?!"

In the Takie River, a group of strong men appeared at some point, pounding the barbarians for fishing and also as a retreating wooden raft.

The Beamon sailors made a splash, threw mud, and teased the women who had retreated there.

Even from a distance, you can clearly see that Beamon in the water is also much taller than Savic!

On the plank road, the barbarian gritted his teeth, put aside his scruples, and killed Ouyang impulsively.

The big shield suddenly appeared again, sealing the plank road.

Ouyang's voice was more effective: "Can you take down my shield? I have already shown my strength, and it is not difficult to throw you down." ”

The barbarian roared, "I'd rather die than give in!"

Hit the wooden staff when you step forward!

The shield just slammed forward, and the barbarian flew upside down.

Ouyang Dao: "That's a pity, I don't think there is much need for killing in the territory." I took the initiative to find you. Instead of waiting for you to unite and attack the Red Clay Slopes. Shandora will not be soft on any intruder!"

"Savage will not lose to Beamon!"

If you don't have the backbone, you won't break away from the Tusta tribe.

Wooden sticks were stuck in the gaps in the planks of the boardwalk, as if to resist the advance of the shield.

Ouyang sighed: "It's a pity!"

The tail of the star-tailed turtle and the carapace of the pepper figure struck with a loud sound throughout the estuary!

The crows chirped one after another, and a flock of birds flew through the air. It is a bald rook familiar to barbarians.

The flock of white-headed jays flew swiftly by, dropping patches of pitch-black feathers.

The crows turned a corner, hovered over the village, and pulled down a lump of guano.

Even the startled bald jays by the river converged into the air.

The uneasiness caused everyone to look up at the sky.

"Woe to the raven's head, and woe to him if there is no plague." It is Godot universal.

The mouth of the Baden River is inhabited by many baitou crows, and the barbarians have never expelled these birds, firstly, because of the barbarian custom of "planting wolf flowers", which is regarded as a sacrifice to the crows, and it is believed that it will not bring bad luck, and secondly, the bald crows who live nearby have a warning effect.

Today, there is no warning from the crows.

Today, the crows are in a riot.

What does this indicate?

Louder wind howls and huge birds fly through the air!

No!

Harpy!

The hearts of the barbarians are sagging!

The Rook dodged the banshee and dispersed, more like hovering over the head of each barbarian, marking the banshee.

The hearts of savages are withering!

Nagu gave up the catapult and shouted to all the warriors who had been left behind! The men climbed to the heights one by one, wands in hand, ready for valorous battle.

Why did the Harpy appear in the Godot Wasteland?!

"They're not Halpia anymore, they're the storm elf Ero!"

As the fat man spoke, the tail of the turtle struck the shell, and the agitated sound made all Eero move.

The bald crows, which are usually fed by the barbarians, rebelled under the influence of the demigods and became the pacesetters who harassed the barbarians.

Lightning, igniting the mouth of the Baar!

The enemy marches in by land, water and air, weaving a big net!

The barbarians fell into the net, some of them fought fiercely at the front door, some of them were trapped in the plank road, some of them were blocked by the river, and many more fell under the lightning without resistance.

Lord Shandora gave a practical lesson to all those who participated in the defense of Shandora's first battle, and at the same time beat the talented and proud Diego saber-toothed tiger man!

What is the "Split Plum Blossom Meter"!

When the war fell, the crows fell, and so did the villages at the mouth of the crows.

The butcher's knives on the men's necks coerced the women to carry food on their backs, and under the escort of the savage mastiffs, they embarked on the road of no return to the red clay slopes!

Savage, bound in place, burst into tears.

Savage was banished by the Vikings because he couldn't go berserk, because the barbarism factor in his bloodline was not treated well by the Tustas, and he came to Godot to be bullied by various bandit tribes, and finally relied on the long wooden staff in his hand to take root in the village at the mouth of the Baur.

For generations, men and women weaved, defending the tribe with strength.

Until he has accumulated a piece of prestige, no tribe in the Godot Wasteland will dare to invade Savage again!

It's just that no one expected that they would be targeted by Shandora, a new gang of bandits, today!

The grain was robbed!

The woman was taken captive!

The men are still tied to death!

Wait for the robbers in the wasteland who sway like wild dogs to eat them!

Anger and hatred accumulate in the hearts of savages and become a demon called "desperate"!

Unite the Godot tribes, destroy Chandora, level the red clay slopes, and occupy the hearts of all the barbarians!

The cry of a baby, the noise of a white-headed crow, the anger of the savage, the screaming of the savage, it seems that the blood belonging to the berserker is awakening, and the anger is about to burst the red eyes!

The old patriarch, who had been biting his lip, roared angrily, and his arms broke the rope violently, and the old skin had already been worn off by the rope, but the sound of the rope falling was like the wind grinding through the wind chimes.

The old patriarch coughed a few times, and the blood oozing from his lips splashed, but he didn't bother to wipe it.

The old patriarch did not speak, and untied the three sons.

Soon, all the men in the square were untied, but no one spoke, everyone bit their lips.

Some of them silently went to untie the ropes of the elders, and more of them went into the house and picked up the crying baby - the mother was taken away and locked in the house alone, and the children were terrified......

Gradually everyone gathered around the old patriarch again.

Nar stood silently beside her daughter, who was full of braided hair. The youngest daughter still had big tears in her eyes, and she tugged at her father's braid tightly. The braids that allowed her to swing were already very disheveled, stained with mud and blood.

The flames, flooding the city gates, the soaring flames licked the leaves higher up, licked the hearts of the savages, licked the anger in their hearts—

Soon, the entire mouth of the Bad Jay, whether in the woods or in the village, will be drowned in flames.

"Let's go!" the old patriarch flicked away the tears stuck to his white beard, "Go to Razor Mountain!"

The most decisive decision has been made, and Savage will persuade Razor Mountain to launch the Godot Conscription. The Barbarians will be the vanguard and rush up the red clay slopes!

At that time, how many women can be saved!

Those who survive will take the children into the Baiyue Forest and return to the Tusta people.

Take a step and there is no turning back. But the sound of the city gate collapsing still made many barbarians can't help but look back.

It didn't matter, but it stopped all the steps.

A fat man, standing across the flames, smiling.

The barbarian roared and was about to rush over, but the old patriarch drank.

No one knows what other conspiracy the other side has.

Sure enough, the walls collapsed one after another, revealing a row of people behind the fat man.

Giant elephants, black bears, hippos, mastiffs, tigers, horses, a row of Beamon warriors, especially the four-meter-tall giant elephant, whose body is half a head higher than the city walls!

The fat man walked over. Wherever he went, the flames suddenly disappeared, and there was not even a spark on the burnt wood.

The swift flame is not extinguished, as if it is dead, and will not be rekindled.

Just like Savic's heart at this time, he is stepping towards the deep silence!

The fat man walked straight up to the barbarian. The six Beamon guards made a noise as they walked through the flames, then stood quietly behind the fat man.

Everyone's face was ruthless and indifferent.

Everyone was holding a cigarette with a roll of paper in their mouths, and they were swallowing the clouds and spitting smoke, and it seemed that the flame that had just burned was sucked into their stomachs!

Like, a demon from Scorching Hell!

The barbarian hates in his heart!

The fat man spoke, first exhaled a puff of smoke, and then said: "Actually, I have a third option for you to prepare, join Shandora!"

The fat man had given two choices.

First, women exchange prisoners.

An extremely barbaric condition! But also in line with the human system, exchanging female slaves for prisoners of war. But this system cost the lives of the barbarians, because all the men became captives.

Second, the woman dueled, lost, died!

How can the people running on the ground fight against the flying in the sky? The women in the whole village are gone, what is the point of the men still alive?

Only revenge makes a little sense. So, the barbarian men chose revenge after the women made their first choice.

Now.

In the face of such a fatal barbaric condition, the former patriarch of the barbarian stood up, this old man has experienced a lot of things, has the wisdom that has been precipitated over time, and he can see through the purpose of the conditions prescribed by this lord at a glance.

Sighing, the old man let go of the crutches that supported the scarred body, stretched out a pair of long arms tremblingly, slapped them with both palms, and in the sound of "bumping", he cast a secret method from the Tusta.

The secret method or martial arts of any clan will basically not be passed on, although the barbarians have the blood of the Tusta people, and also spread the secret method of "Great Secret Handprint", but there are not many people who can master it. From the sound of the palm of his hand, it can be heard that the old patriarch's secret method has a certain fire.

It's a pity that the previous battles didn't have a chance to be used at all.

The old patriarch cast a secret technique and did not fight, but bent down to help the crutch. Among the barbarians, the crutches are not simply used to support the body, its meaning comes from the Vikings, among the Viking berserkers, the most powerful berserkers will blind their eyes, and the crutches are in the hands of the "slim-eyed" berserkers, which are both the "eyes" of ordinary walking, and also a status symbol.

The crutches were propped diagonally on the ground, and the old patriarch held the crutches with one hand, let out a loud shout, and broke it in two with the palm of the other hand.

Again, the head of the cane stood on the ground, the old patriarch held the broken cane with one hand, let out a loud cry again, and slapped the head of the cane with the other hand, slapping the crutches more than a meter long into the soil.

"Savage's strength is more than what you see!Your scheme is despicable! but it works!" The old patriarch withdrew the secret method in his hand, and his hands trembled even more. In the end, it was not the years that crushed him, but the responsibility!

But there was a question that the old patriarch had to ask, "Why did you do this?"

Why recruit Savage?

"Because what I'm worried about is exactly what you just decided! Not only the mouth of the Bau River, but also the rocky Johnson and the Cloud Valley will disappear! The isolated Razor Mountain will no longer be a threat!"

"Beamon is really going to unify Godo!" the old patriarch lamented.

"No, south of the Takijiang River, it belongs to Shandora!"

The people of Shandora returned happily back to the red clay slopes, and the faces of the elders of Crassus fell as soon as the few ascetics who were waiting saw the hundreds of injured barbarians.

It's like a roasted crow with a feather on it!