Balu's disgraced body collapsed into the loess.

Jun shook off the bone knife, shook off the yellow and white brains, and without looking at the corpse again, he killed another warrior of the Pig tribe.

Under the joint blessing of Zhu Wu, the warriors became extremely brave, as if there was endless power waiting to gush out, and one of the trump cards of the pig tribe, the long pig insect, was firmly controlled by the tree people's silk, unable to break free in the slightest.

The tide of battle fell in favor of the tribal alliance for a while.

Chi Di of the pig tribe was covered in bloody knives, and his body slanted, narrowly avoiding the oncoming blade, and spat and cursed.

"He's a! How can there be so many wishers!"

The chief of the pig not far from him also had a bitter mouth.

Although the row standing on the mountainside were all ordinary witches, the power of the witch spells they combined was even more terrifying than that of the great witches.

He never thought that they were provoking not a tribe, but a tribal alliance!

It also means they have more than one witch to face!

But now is not the time to throw in the towel.

A sharp cold glint flashed in the eyes of the chief of the pig, and he raised the machete in his hand and shouted: "Warriors, kill those witches on the mountainside, and the final victory belongs to us!"

"Kill!!"

Nearly 10,000 Pig Tribal warriors roared, no longer entangled with the Alliance warriors, and instead rushed towards the mountainside like a tide!

Naturally, the Tribal Alliance would not let them get their wish.

"-Roar!"

All the warriors of the Bloodstripe Tribe roared to the sky, and the bloodlines on their thick necks bulged out like earthworms, and blood-colored lines like blood vessels appeared on their skin. All the blood-streaked warriors had a huge body, and the beast skin clothes on their bodies were violently torn, and they bravely broke into the battlefield like giants.

Bang!

Their fists became as big as iron watermelons, and a single punch knocked the first-level warriors of the Pig Tribe to the ground.

The big manggu of the Manggu tribe is covered with fat.

At this time, under the control of the reckless warriors, the two hind legs flicked, and they actually jumped three meters high, jumping over the heads of the pig warriors, like a small mountain of meat, in front of them.

"Quack, quack!"

Pale green frog eyes covered with ice cracks turned.

The long tongue shot out like a spring, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it, and the tip of the tongue wrapped around the neck of a Pig Tribal warrior.

The long tongue contracted, and the pig warrior was swept up and sent to the side of the mang's mouth.

The strength of the warrior was not weak, and after reacting, he immediately raised his spear and wanted to stab at the big mang, but at this time, the mangless warrior jumped down from the back of the big mang, and the stone knife stabbed into his heart cleanly.

"——!"

On a snowy and sunny day, two ferocious birds of the Gongtao warriors were chirping.

They spread their huge wings and swept low over the battlefield, their steel fan-like feathers aimed at the warriors of the Pig Tribe who rushed at the front!

The row of pig soldiers was in pain, and they were suddenly knocked down by a huge force.

Their leather armor was scraped, hanging miserably on their bodies like beggars, their faces and front bodies were in sharp pain, and their skin was scraped off with a layer of flesh and blood, and they looked bloody like bloody people.

Tu Shan in the team.

Chief Tushan's face was covered with blood foam, and he held a stone axe and shouted: "Kill! Tushan warriors, don't embarrass Xiwu!"

Putai rode on the back of the Allosaurus Xiaote.

Xiaote was covered in a thick crust, like a small tank ramming through the enemy.

Every time it rushed to a place, Putai's bone knife slashed at nearby enemies accurately and in a timely manner, and the two sides cooperated extremely tacitly. After hearing the shout of the Tushan chieftain, he also raised his arms and shouted: "Warriors, let the enemy see how powerful our Tushan tribe is!"

The Tushan warriors were enthusiastic.

Tushan warriors such as Turquoise, Snorr, Cangpan, and Cone rode their respective war beasts, holding blades to the extreme, fighting hard all the way.

The Tushan crossbow team swept them in the rear.

Whenever a Tushan warrior was defeated by a pig warrior, there were always cold arrows with poison that pierced the air sharply and killed the enemy in time.

However, the number of warriors of the Zhi tribe is two thousand more than that of the alliance warriors, and there will always be times when the Tushan warriors can't carry it, and the crossbow team can't take care of it.

At this time, Yong, who was fighting hard with the warriors of the Pig Tribe, suddenly stabbed a cold spear from behind!

Yong's bone knife at this time was held up by the pig warrior on the opposite side, and there was no way to dodge, and when he saw that the spear was about to pierce the back of the heart, a bone dagger appeared silently.

Broken Ling's eyes were like ice, and the dagger swung diagonally and slashed down hard!

"Ding!!"

In the terrifying gaze of the warrior, the spearhead was cut off violently.

Then Broken Ling turned the blade of the knife, and the dagger turned into a white light, slashing the neck of the sneaking warrior cleanly.

Yong glanced at Duan Ling with a complicated look: "Thank you." ”

Broken Ling looked at him and didn't speak, he pursed his lips, like a lone wolf cub, and turned and went deep into the center of the enemy.

Although he was only a second-level warrior, he was agile, and with the blessings of the eighteen Zhu Wu, he actually killed two third-level warriors.

"Our Xia tribe will definitely not be worse than the Tushan tribe!"

Broken Ling licked the warm blood on the blade of the knife and thought expressionlessly.

He pulled a knife flower, the dagger flashed white, and the blood splattered, and then fit to kill another enemy.

The Pig Warriors were stopped by the Union warriors and were unable to rush up the mountain.

At this moment, a strange sound of witchcraft suddenly appeared behind the battlefield.

Chief Pig's face was overjoyed.

Their Great Witch finally stopped absorbing Source Stones and came out to help them!

The Great Witch of the Pig Tribe stood behind him with a yellowed bone staff surrounded by the Pig warriors, he was lean, covered with intricate bone ornaments, with high cheekbones, black lips, deep eye sockets, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be quenched with poison and ice, black and secluded like a deep well, which made people dare not look directly.

His lips quirmed slightly, and a string of sharp witchcraft spells like glass scrapes resounded all around.

The faces of the more than seven hundred Alliance warriors who were closer to the Great Witch of the Pig Tribe were darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscles in their eye sockets were shrinking like old men.

The movements of these warriors became much slower, as if they were carrying hundreds of pounds of boulders on their backs, and some even spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

Halfway up the mountainside.

The six spell wizards of the alliance turned pale, and they formed a circle as fast as they could.

With a crisp sound, the heads of the six bone staffs, yellow or white, slammed together.

These sorcerers were thin, with dry hair, gray or white hair that fluttered in the wind, their eyes bulging, and their mouths spread exaggeratedly.

The next moment, the same sharp and piercing witch spell sound suddenly came out of their mouths!

This continuous witch spell seems to be a demon wailing bitterly, and it is like a knife scratching the wall of the pot, and it is hard to hear that people want to hold their heads and hit the wall.

The eyes of all the spellers were strangely bright.

With the sharp sound of witch spells, the cheeks of some witches gradually deflated, and finally only a thin layer of skin was attached to the bone, which looked like a bone shelf.

Some of the cursed witches suddenly had two strange blood-colored blushes on their faces. Some of the witch's skin cracked like the parched ground, and some of the dry skin fell off horribly.

In a battlefield that only witches can see.

With the sound of the witch of the Great Witch of the Pig Tribe, there was a huge amount of black-green energy, which continued to flow like a mist to the nearby Alliance warriors.

But now, the six spelled witches also suddenly surged with the same huge amount of black-green energy, blocking the energy of the Great Witch of the Pig Tribe.

The two sides are colliding fiercely against each other.

Witch Interception!