The natives are small and powerful, and countless wooden spears roar to them. The few magicians joined forces to erect a shield, but they were pierced by the wooden spears in an instant, and the mercenaries were not spared with all their defenses.

This first wave of wooden spears alone took away seven or eight people, both from the Flying Eagle Mercenary Group and the Giant Axe Mercenary Group.

After the first wave of wooden spears, there came a second wave, a third wave. Everyone found that this wooden spear was difficult to resist, and the only way to dodge it was to bow its head and lean against the female wall at the head of the wall.

Several waves of wooden spears completely suppressed the entire wall, and by the time the natives took advantage of this, dozens of people were about to climb the walled city.

Qing Yu and Shama also bent their waists, wanting to see what was going on. It was found that although the natives looked chaotic, their attacks were very sophisticated. After the wooden spear was pressed, the bow and arrow were pressed.

For the natives, the bow and arrow are still relatively high-end weapons, and not many people can use them, only to assist in the suppression of wooden spears. Qing Yu summoned Xue Ying and asked, "The natives are very particular about their fighting style, and they used to attack the city like this?"

Xue Ying shook his head and said, "No, that time, the natives were disorganized, relying on their fearlessness of death and their hard bodies. ”

"It seems that the aborigines have a master behind, and I don't know who it is. ”

For some reason, Xue Ying's mind immediately flashed Tujiang's shadow. He has been mixed in Lishan Town for more than ten years, and he has a very deep understanding of Tujiang, which is a small person who has no scruples, is extremely cautious, and will repay his eyes.

The natives have already begun to attach ants to the city walls, and their climbing skills are also very good. The people on the wall were in a hurry. Xue Ying calmly commanded, and the mercenaries on the city wall fought to the death, they knew that if they didn't fight to the death now, the result would only be death.

Qing Yu looked coldly ahead, and had already seen some natives with feathers on their heads appearing, and some of them were riding demonic beasts under their crotches. In the midst of their whistling, these natives were even more frenzied, regardless of casualties. He took out the Dujiao Bow from the spatial ring, held it like a full moon, and with a whoosh, the first arrow shot out.

The nearest native, riding a demon lion with a feather on his head, fell in response. The arrow passed through his throat and killed him instantly.

The death of this native, which only caused a dozen or so natives around him to be panicked, and the natives who shared him were suddenly unaware and were still frantically climbing the city and charging.

Qing Yu took the Dujiao bow and killed seven or eight natives with one or two feathers one after another, and finally attracted the attention of the natives. The native with the three feathers on his head also appeared, holding a green wood staff in his hand. When Qing Yu's arrow shot at him, the native wooden staff swung and unexpectedly formed an enchantment, which made the arrow stand still, and suddenly the light flashed again, and the arrow was shot back the same way.

Fortunately, Qing Yu flashed quickly, otherwise he would have been shot by his own arrow. He also had a cold face, but he saw the evil smile on the face of the three-feather native.

When I peeked outside the mother tree that day, I found that this indigenous old man with three feathers was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong. Qing Yu knew that these natives were actually just a group of war cannon fodder with low intelligence, they had no ability to reproduce, and only survived by instinct. All reproduction depends on the mother tree, and as long as the mother tree is destroyed, it is equivalent to destroying a tribe.

If the mother tree can create more cannon fodder like the head plug feather, its combat effectiveness is still quite terrifying. Watching the bloody battle on the wall, the natives were slaughtered in batches by the mercenaries like harvesting crops, but the mercenary group also caused great casualties.

"It's over, it's time for death to come. ”

Qing Yu muttered to himself, he no longer hid his strength, his arms were extended, and the Grim Reaper Blossom quickly spread on the wall, and the huge flowers were swaying in the wind and in the blood of battle, blooming extremely brightly.

Under the control of Qing Yu, Fanghua of Death was very precise, aiming at the natives who climbed the wall one by one, entwining and devouring. In this way, I saw the flowers blooming and closing, the leaves rolled up, and the originally fierce and vicious natives disappeared into the flowers.

Qing Yu was not only here, but with the flick of his ten fingers, first a bunch of fireworks sprinkled all over the city wall, and those natives who were still climbing were instantly ignited and turned into balls of fire. They were wailing and writhing, but they could not extinguish the flames of their bodies until they were burned to ashes.

After the fireball, there was another round of ground stabbing. Ordinary ground stabbing techniques can't hurt these natives, but Qing Yu used the heart of the rock demon, and the ground stabbing technique became the ultimate ground stabbing technique, which easily pierced the half-naked natives.

For a moment, the spikes protruded, like a sharpened stump, on which hung the corpses of the natives. Then there was a round of falling rocks, and the falling rocks rained down. Although the rain of rocks did not hurt many of the natives, it was so powerful that it was immediately smashed into a meat loaf and buried deep in the ground. And those who didn't hit were also frightened away by this momentum.

However, after a dozen breaths, there was no one on the southern city wall that was still in the bloody battle a moment ago, and there was not even a single living person within a hundred meters of the wall. This scene deeply shocked everyone, and they looked at Qing Yu as if they were looking up to a god.

The well-informed Xue Ying was also deeply shocked and muttered, "God, this is the living god of war. ”

Qing Yu said: "Xue Ying, you take all the brothers down, see where you need support, and leave it to me here." I'll meet them. ”

"Ah, yes, Lord Aoba. Xue Ying stammered a few words before he came to his senses and immediately ordered the people to count the casualties. If you are dead, you will collect them first, and if you are injured, you will be rescued immediately, and if you are still alive, you will follow him to other places to support.

When they were leaving, they did not know who shouted: "Victory!"

Victory!

The sound of victory immediately swelled like a tide, and they saw the rise of a god of war, with an unbreakable determination to win.

Qing Yu smiled, cannon fodder can only be cannon fodder. No matter how much cannon fodder is killed, there is no sense of accomplishment. He remembered when he was in Crescent City, facing those undead. Yes, those undead are actually cannon fodder, so what is the connection between the two?

Qing Yu jumped off the city and walked towards the natives, and around him, green vines were thriving. The Flower of Death had more than a dozen more flower bones, several of which were larger than the size of the bathtub. More than a dozen vines rose up like tentacles.

The old man did not retreat, nor did he prevent his people from retreating. Just behind the tree not far from the old man of the three feathers, Tu Jiang was there, and he also witnessed all this, and was also deeply shocked.

Yes, he brought these natives with him. He has been in Licheng for so many years, in addition to constantly looting the natives, he also makes deals with the natives. The ordinary natives have no language and no written language, while those who guard the feather natives near the mother tree have a language. It even took him a long time to learn and try to make a deal with them.