The head of the explosion was soaked in blood, like rice balls flowing out of sesame paste, and black and red marks slid on the face of the stilt hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The stilt hand wiped the blood from his brow, and the two hoes on his shoulders were wrapped in gelatinous substance, I don't know whether they were stained with red soil or minced meat, like an old farmer who had finished working in the field, and ran behind the red clay slope without turning his head. Its speed should be called "stilts" more appropriately.

"Now, then, ......" Orario brushed aside the foul-smelling corpse on his chest, and the black and red blood stained the poet as if he had drunk the ink, but instead of a pen, he was holding a bloody bronze axe.

Kaka grabbed Rolando's long braid and swung it over Mammoth Hercules' shoulder, his bone stick pointing forward, "Quack!"

"Let the bones sing a gala!" Rolando lifted the cold saw, and carefully blew away the blood from it with his long nose, as gently as blowing away the snow on his shoulders.

The poetry and tenderness of the two giants, the understatement of their blood, made the bear goblin who stayed there can't help but close his mouth. The bears and goblins are scared, afraid of a mouthful, and the food scraps that have been so hard to obtain in the winter will be released to escape from their sour stomachs!

Frieza, the chief of the bear goblins, had already led the men to the red clay slopes, and the men who were left behind had to find a way to deal with the two giants on their own.

The red clay slope that has been standing alone for thousands of years is no longer lonely, and there are two clusters of sawtooth thorns standing on its west side, which are like a pair of big waves to comfort the loneliness of the laterite high slope from a bird's eye view. This is an apt metaphor for the spur of inspiration after the bear goblin came into contact with the hippopotamus poet.

This is the new home of Hero, the new lair of the Rusty Progenitor Dragon, and home to Sivara, the dragon tamer of the Viku people.

The Land Elves' hometown of the Wine Jar is built on thorns, saving land and gaining protection from the Sawtooth Thorn, though the Dirt-Fighting race prefers caves.

Hérault's new home, like the ancestral home under the Garnier tree, is a tangled crenella that weaves through the shade of the greenery, with good light and ventilation, making the whole villa clean and refreshing.

After leaving a group of bear goblins to surround the first wave of defense on the clay slopes, Frieza chose to divide his troops. About thirty cunning fellows chose to hunt down the Exploding Head, and most of them still followed the chief towards the red clay slopes.

The running form of the land elf resembles that of a Donald duck sprinting with all his might, but the short legs are really explosive. Although the stilt bearer who retreated strategically had just been upgraded from the "Self-Defense Army" to the "militia", this recruit did not forget his duties as a soldier.

The running stilt hand suddenly stopped, and with an explosive back jump, he burrowed into the bush of the bear goblin's hairy feet, and after two hoes did some exploration and excavation of the bear goblin's footboard, he slipped forward and led the jumping bear goblin to the Sawtooth Villa.

The stupid bear goblin was easily provoked by the child's fighting tricks, and then rushed into the thorn bush, and the shout of "Oak" in his mouth did not know whether it was a praise or an insult to the goblin god.

There is a baobab grove in the Corson Mound, which is a playground for bear goblin cubs to climb and roll in circles. The bear goblin was very familiar with the shuttle between the trunks, and he had no scruples or obstacles, and he got into the jagged thorn road more smoothly than the sausage.

There are no bear-goblin spikes in the jagged thorns, but a hundred hoes and countless arrows, both of which will be the new demonic incarnation of the land elves.

The verdant corridors extend in all directions, making the jagged thorn shade full of elegance, but it also creates a dizzying labyrinth.

The lost bear goblin has suffered.

Hérault and the Earth Elves are all too familiar with the Sawtooth Vitex.

The whole clan of the land elves was very feudal by the lord of Shandora and classified as tenant farmers, and only a few of them could be conscripted into the army and become reserves, because the prerequisite for the levy of the militia drawn up by the lord was not force, but height! For this reason, the old and strong slow heater slandered the Humpty Dumpty Lord, and finally they jointly signed a letter to win five seats for the land elves in the reserve. Fortunately, the acting general who commanded this battle, the commander appointed by the prince of Shandora, was also a halfling village head!

The stilt hand is worthy of being the cousin of the slow hot hand, and he can attract more than 30 bear goblins to open meat for the clansmen! But when the slow hot hand thinks that the equally short goblin Fitz is actually a regular militiaman, his heart is indignant, and he thinks that he should find a giraffe mount for his cousin, so that the stilt bearer can also meet the height standard of the conscription!

The girls of Eero relied on the advantage of "pillow wind", no matter old or young, everyone was sentinel, and all the beautiful girls were gearing up, shining with lightning, ready to do a big job. It's a pity that their queen sister is really hard to talk when she is serious, and the Loli who are under the age of sixteen can only stay at home and be a spectator.

One wants to prove its worth, the other wants to have a good time, and the unlucky one is only the bear goblin.

A hoe suddenly sticks out from behind the trunk and nails it to the footboard, and a large handful of feathers suddenly fly down from the shade of the tree overhead.

The bear goblin looked at his head and feet, and the pain was unspeakable, and one by one he became Indians with feathers on their heads, holding one foot and dancing there.

The Erolori, on the other hand, loved the fight.

After the "Moonfall and Cry in the Sky" ceremony, "Feather Arrow" became Eero's racial ability, and three-year-old babies could swing a feather with their arms, and the number became 3579 as they grew older, while the "Storm and Lightning" ability could only be obtained after awakening, and the Erololi lost the ability to summon lightning arrows, and only a few close to adulthood regained the ability to communicate with the storm. Happily, Hérault was now able to practice electricity or wind magic.

The soil pillars in front of the red clay slope are wrapped around the thousand-colored ferls that have lost their leaves, like thighs in torn stockings, attracting people to look up. A pile of bison dung burned wet or dry, and the smoke lingered on the dogwood vines, creating a poetic mood that the hippo poet praised.

The people who are in it can't stand the with the smell of cows.

The black-mouthed and black-faced Big Black Vault stroked the bridge of Mickey's white-haired nose, both comforting Mickey and comforting himself. Mickey's nose and eyebrows are covered with white hair, like an Aries sticker depicted on the holy mountain of Hyjal, pasted on Mickey's black face.

Mickey licked the flesh of the meteorite nut white flower, still a little uneasy.

The burning of the pile of cow dung was to cover up the smell of the Ares short-faced bear, and the bear goblin still has a very keen sense of smell, and if he didn't do this, it would be difficult for the big bear to play the role of an ambusher.

The short-faced bear's sense of smell is more sensitive, and the smell of blood has dragged its attention away from the sweet food, from the sleepiness of hibernation.

Not only the short-faced bears, but also the Pierre bears felt their blood boiling, rushing under the black hair. Because the sound of chaotic footsteps is announcing how close the enemy is.

The bronze steel-swallowing Misha roaring battle axe was used as a large sunflower fan, and the whirring wind stirred the body hair of the two bears, taking away the heat in their hearts.

The stench of the bear goblin has come to the tip of the nose, and the time has come. Cullen raised his chin at Misha, who was angrily stuffing a meteorite nut into her mouth.

The short-faced bear stood up with his hands on the earthen pillar, and just as a violent bear face emerged from the side.

Mickey mischievously stretched out his arms in a lazy motion, and the guy who tasted the bear's paw fell out of the way, rolling on the ground with his face in his hands.

Wailing in pain, Mickey snores to express his disdain for the ugly bear's face. Shake off the skin hanging from his paws, and roar at the other ugly bear face who was stunned by the earthen pillar.

Splashes of saliva and food crumbs sprayed it in the face, causing the bear goblin to suck back on his chest.

Cullen kicked off the cheekless neck, ending the bear goblin's pain.

Raising his head, the wheel tomahawk had already represented Pierre's heart, and rushed into the team of bear goblins.

Mickey resented that the Black Bear Man had taken credit for it, roared, twisted his ass around the other side of the earthen pillar, and pounced on the bear goblins.

The bear goblins are using their few brains to imagine the scene of conquering the elves, and Hara is their inner witness.

The earthen pillar suddenly grew a bear's paw, erasing the face of Ruruf, who was the fastest runner.

Then, a black giant was dragged in front of him by an axe.

Rulugu, who ran second because the toenail of his little toe was one size shorter than an ant, also fell to the ground, gurgling with blood.

Xiao Maruko, who ran third, looked at the black man who was half higher than the abscess on the top of his head. Grunt swallowed

"Ou~K!" is Pierre!

Maruko tried her best, and her face turned red. The blood that filled the top broke through the abscess, and the pain tore Maruko's face out hideously.

Xiao Maruko's big stick, the longest cactus thorn on it, smashed towards Xiong Er.

"You immortal banban!" The bear knight who was fighting on the ground thought of the opening sentence for a long time, turned into an authentic mountain curse between the lofty mountains and mountains, and kicked the bear goblin face door that bloomed on the top.

Xiao Maruko, who was bending down to hit the bird, smiled cruelly, the anvil cactus can break the ogre's shin, which is enough to make the black man turn into an iron cane plum!

The big foot girl came to the face, and Xiao Maruko saw that Tie Guan Li's feet were actually metal!

This is the saddest dress of Cullen after he became a follower of the sacrifice again.

After several years of ordinary life, his sturdy figure was a little out of shape, and he couldn't wear a full set of Templar armor, but fortunately, his feet didn't get bigger, and he could still wear shoes.

The little balls that hit the big balls flew upside down, and the broken teeth planted seeds on the face of the bear goblin behind him, blooming purple and red flowers.

Cullen's hairs stand on end, these bear goblins are so vicious!Annoyed, Pier turned his axe and slapped the balls to the ground.

"The Great Monument Wrestler", the Pier stunt. The small balls became like abscesses on the top, splashing red and yellow.

The bear goblin took a step back, and the black bear face of roasted cow dung was actually worse than the two giants in front of him

The short-faced bear pounced and bumped into two bear goblins, the real bear struck the bear goblin team majestically, the twelve-inch claws made the bear goblin neck cold more than the fangs of the saber-toothed tiger, and under one claw, all the things in the bear goblin's chest and abdomen were taken out, and the ground was scattered!

The blood stimulated the bile of the bear goblin, and the fierce side of his personality was also pulled out and covered on his face, and the muscles on his face tightened, but he looked more like a bear.

The blood stimulated Pier's nerves, and the axe swung more violently, and the two wheeled battle axes were slashed out, scattering a black wind that prevented the bear goblins from getting close, and he was determined to prevent the recurrence of the beating of birds and eggs.

After the initial fright, an exceptionally tall bear goblin with a mace slammed away from his companion and crashed into Cullen.

The bronze mace, the ancient oracle bone impression process, and the root of each nail are connected with the hieroglyphs representing the "crane". Between the scraped patina, each spike has traces of fire, and the blood on it will not dry.

Cullen, who had been wandering along the Gobon route for many years, recognized that this was an ancient drug-making process, and that the blood roasted on the weapon was actually corpse fluid, which would swell the blood vessels and slow down the movements of the poisoner.

Cullen couldn't help but growl.

The arms of this bear goblin are thicker than maces!

The mighty arm crooked and screamed, shaking Cullen's wheel tomahawk.

Cullen once again used the "Great Monument Wrestler", and the mace that was slapped away hit the nearest bear goblin, and the face of the collapsed eye socket turned into a hornet's nest.

The mighty arm slammed away his undead companion, steadied his mace, and let out a mocking Oak cry at the Warrior of Pierre.

Mickey was stopped, and the bear goblins, at the cost of sacrificing three warriors, adapted to the fight of the white-faced bear, and worked together to stop the white-faced bear.

The bear goblins behind were still squeezing forward, but the earth pillars prevented them from intervening, so they had to rush towards the red clay slopes instead.

Frieza saw the purpose of the game on the clay slopes.

The purpose of the bear goblin is not to break through the level, but to grab the elf beauty!

Grab is victory, and you don't need to defeat these difficult Beamon warriors one by one!

The chief's roar woke every subordinate.

"Think of the delicate elves!"

This stimulates the lower body of the bear goblins, as well as their heads. The bear goblin who came to the top set aside the white-faced bear and the white-breasted bear man. Rush to the slope of the front of the red clay high slope.

The powerful arm bent the bear goblin and kicked away the hornet's face as if it were a stone that was in the way. Instead of attacking right away, he put his arm in the fang's big mouth.

Two rows of tooth marks, blood oozing out. The powerful arm bent and bit three times in a row. Six rows of blood holes, bubbling with purple-black blood, muscles twitched involuntarily, and the bronze mace twitched with it.

The bear goblins let out an "Obazaar" cheer.

The strong arm crooked and licked the blood off the arm, and the smile was hideous.

"Obazaar wants to ...... Awesome you!"

Holding his feet, Cullen finally understood the origin of the scars on the arms of the bear goblin Obazaar, and why the scars were like a group of horses running through the vegetable fields, leaving a crescent-shaped hoof print.

Obazaar actually knew how to use pain to stimulate the explosive power of his muscles! Use self-harm to stimulate his nerves! In the cheers, Obazaar became excited and brutal!

The metal rod smashed down, and Kulunju, who raised his axe to block, then took a half-step back.

Obaza's strength was so strong that not only his right arm, but also his unbitten left arm began to ooze blood, and the force of the shock caused cracks in his skin.

Pierre, who took three steps back in a row, let out a howl as his iron shoe buckled to the ground.

Crazy!

Cullen became half as tall as Obazaar, and his arms were thicker.

Obazaar's next shot missed, and the Black Bears blocked the blow with an axe.

"Look at the biceps of the master!"

The Storm Bear Warrior suppressed the agitation in his chest, and after shouting this sentence, the two wheel battle axes moved.

Obazar felt like he was back in time to a few years ago, when he clung to the branches of a baobab tree on a stormy summer day, only to be swept away by the wind.

Now, the black whirlwind is going to take his body again......

Cullen stepped on his mace, pulled out the axe embedded in it, turned his head to look at the red clay slopes, turned to whistle at Mickey, and pounced on the bear goblins.

The whole plan went through Cullen's nod. The hobbit's incoherent explanation, filtered by Officer Pierre, unfolded the tactics that best suited Shandora at the moment:

Attract firepower in batches, so that the unstructured Shandora's left-behind power can be maximized.