Xiong Er lazily leaned against the railing of the observation tower, and the spear in his hand hit the ground again and again.

The observation tower is about ten zhang high, made of extremely strong wood, the shed cover at the top of the tower is carefully woven by a hundred years of old vines, the old vine is soaked in oil for three months, and then the sun is exposed to the sun, and it is beaten, and the shed cover woven out is the most powerful sledgehammer uncle in the village can not be broken.

The reason why it is so troublesome is because the function of this observation tower is to deal with the birds in the sky, the big trees and shrubs around the village are cleaned, if there is a monster attack, it can be seen from afar, and the only loophole is the sky, so five observation towers were specially built, southeast and northwest plus the middle, one by one, firmly guarding the village.

In the past, there have been demon king-level birds to attack, but in the end, the tail feathers of the feather arrows in the village have been replaced with demon king feathers, and the observation tower that called the police at the first time was attacked by the demon king, and there was no damage at all.

The sun gradually set, Qi Xia reflected half of the clouds, Xiong Er looked into the village from time to time, his nose sniffed the fragrance diffused in the air, he muttered quietly, took a piece of dry cake from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it in a big gulp.

There are good and bad things in the work of the observation tower, the advantage is that you can't help but do things, you can complete it by standing lazily for a day, and the disadvantage is a little bit, every time you have to wait until it is almost dark before someone changes shifts, Xiong Er dislikes this the most.

Xiong Er's belly is particularly edible, and when others are not hungry, Xiong Er begins to be hungry, so going to the observation tower is the saddest thing for him, and it is really uncomfortable to watch the people below eat beautifully while hungry.

Swallowing the dry cake in his mouth with difficulty, Xiong Er reached for the clay cup placed on the small table in the center, eating it too quickly, as if he was choking.

Before his hand touched the cup, Xiong Er suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he didn't care about the blocked throat, so he put his head on the top of the pottery cup, and stared at it tightly.

The water in the clay cup was rippling, and the speed of the vibration was getting faster and faster.

It's not good, Xiong Er looked around nervously, the observation tower was built so high, not only can it deal with the birds in the sky, but also has the advantage that when the demon beast attacked, the vibration of the footsteps had no feeling on the ground, and it was magnified countless times for the tower.

Far away on the mountainside, a dark figure rushed out of the dense forest and ran all the way in the direction of the village on the top of the mountain.

Xiong Er rushed to the small table with an arrow, picked up a small hammer on the table, and struck it vigorously on the bronze bell hanging above his head.

Dangdangdang.

The crisp bell fluttered over the village, and the busy people stopped what they were doing, and looked at Xiong Er, who was constantly beating the bronze bell, in a daze, and had not encountered the attack of demon beasts for a long time, and the people in the village were a little unable to react to what was going on.

A figure quickly swept through the crowd, and with a few taps on the observation tower, one turned over and came to the tower.

"What happened?"

The village chief was the first to arrive, with gray hair and beard, and a sturdy figure, he grabbed Xiong Er's shoulder and asked nervously.

Xiong Er opened his mouth long, wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by a dry cake, and he said a few words that he didn't even understand, and he was anxious, so he simply turned around, pointed to the black shadow that was still running in the distance, and waved his hand vigorously.

The village chief had long been a cultivator in the refining period, and his eyesight was much stronger than Xiong Er's, so he stepped to the edge of the railing, squinting his eyes and looking at the mountainside, a terrifying light flashed in his eyes.

Demon King?Mammoth?

The village chief gasped, the demon king is not terrible, the village has a way to deal with it, this mammoth is usually relatively docile, and few people have any conflicts with it, but if it is really provoked, the violent power, I am afraid that the village will also be a little unbearable.

There were a few thumping sounds behind him, and several figures rolled in in a row.

"What's wrong?"

Uncle Sledgehammer asked anxiously, carrying a sledgehammer in his hand, his shirtless chest was covered with sweat, and it seemed that he was still building weapons just now.

A few people who came from the side glanced at the mountainside, and turned their heads to look at Xiong Er, who was at a loss.

"It's a mammoth"

The village chief glared at Xiong Er, turned his head and explained.

"Mammoth? How could it be? Who provoked it?"

Uncle Sledgehammer's first thought was to make a mistake, and he leaned on the edge of the railing and looked down carefully, although the figure was still more than ten miles away, it did look like a mammoth.

When the next few people heard this, they looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and explained dryly, "When I went out to hunt today, I didn't know how the stone provoked it, and then it ran after the stone, and we didn't know later."

The village chief was furious, stretched out his hand and slapped the man on the head, almost knocking the man to the ground, "Why don't you say such a big thing?"

The man looked at his companions beside him with a look of help, but those people hurriedly turned their faces to the side, pretending that they had nothing to do with him, and glared at a few timid companions angrily, and then carefully explained, "Anyway, Brother Shi runs fast, and the mammoth can't catch up with him, besides, this kind of similar thing has happened before, isn't it all fine."

Uncle Sledgehammer shook his head, pointed at a few people and put them down again, turned his head to look at the mammoths that were getting closer and closer, "Village chief, let's get ready to do it, and then clean up these stinky boys when we get the mammoths"

The village chief nodded, and looked down to see that the village wall was already full of warriors, carrying longbows, turning their heads to wait for the village chief's order.

He looked at the mammoth again, but found that he didn't know why, and the mammoth stopped.

The village chief waved his hand, and everyone stopped, staring at the mammoth with their eyes, hoping that something would happen.

But it was only a moment, and the mammoth ran towards the village again, and everyone's mood instantly fell to the bottom, and it seemed that this battle was inevitable.

"Let's do it"

The village chief took the lead in removing the longbow from his back, drew a feathered arrow, and slowly pulled the bowstring, the muscles on his arms bulging in large chunks.

Sou.

A feathered arrow shot first, a sharp arrow piercing through the air and emitting a piercing chirp.

As if commanding, the warriors below released their bowstrings one after another and sent their feathered arrows into the sky.

Whoosh.

A feather of an arrow flew like a dark cloud towards the mammoth ten miles away, and the people who loosened the bowstring watched nervously as the long arrow flew through the air.

The terrible sound of arrows startled flocks of birds hiding in the grass, flapping their wings and flying desperately into the distance.

A feathered arrow flew through the long distance in an instant, and the tip of the arrow glowed a scorching red light because of the rapid friction with the air.

The mammoth looked at it with disdain, flicked its proboscis and fell down at the arrow.

The feathered arrow froze for a moment, then suddenly picked up speed, passed under the proboscis and shot at the mammoth's back.

The stone waving his arms excitedly froze and froze, no one else could shoot such a sharp arrow except the village chief, but, how could this arrow come at him?

The tip of the arrow quickly magnified and enlarged again, occupying the entire view of the stone, which was limp at the foot and sat on the back of the mammoth.

Dead, I'm going to die, there was a blank in the sea of stone minds.

Airplanes.

The tip of the arrow stopped, and it stayed in front of the stone's eyelids and kept shaking, and a large hand stretched out from the side, firmly grasping the feathered arrow in his hand.

"Uncle Shi, are you sure you're not in the wrong place?"

Xiang'er said jokingly on the side, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and her eyes were full of smiles.

The rabbit rolled on the mammoth's back and chirped.

The dark cloud-like arrow feathers quickly approached everyone, and the mammoth's footsteps did not stop at all, and the feather arrow was not hit just now, which made the mammoth lose face and lose face, and the angry mammoth shook its proboscis and rolled a large boulder that was a man high into the air, and the proboscis shook it heavily and hit the boulder.

Rumble.

The boulder shattered into fist-sized pieces of rubble, and under the bombardment of the proboscis rained down on the rain of arrows.

Crackle crackle.

The feathered arrows were either hit and fell to the ground, or they were deflected and passed by the mammoth's side, and the remaining feathered arrows were struck by the mammoth's proboscis and shot diagonally to the ground.

"Village Chief, it's me, the stone is back"

The stone that came back to his senses climbed a few steps forward, knelt up straight and shouted loudly, but the voice was too small, where could it reach the village ten miles away.

Xiang'er smiled slightly, and the magic in her hand was pinched, and a whirlwind was generated in front of the mammoth, rolling up the sound wave and sending it into the distance.

"Ready"

The blow missed, but this was already expected by the village chief, who steadily drew the second feather arrow and slowly pulled the bowstring.

"Village Chief, it's me, the stone is back"

A faint voice came, and the warriors' hands slowed down, and they desperately looked outside, trying to find out where the master was.

Uncle Sledgehammer suddenly reached out and pressed on the hand of the village chief pulling the string, "Wait, it seems that something is wrong"

Lying on the railing, Uncle Sledgehammer hung almost his entire body outside, squinting carefully at the mammoth that still did not stop.

"It's a stone, this kid wants to scare people to death."

Uncle Sledgehammer laughed, the mammoth that was getting closer and closer was no longer a black spot, and a small figure was revealed on it, under Uncle Sledgehammer's careful identification, the one kneeling on the mammoth wearing animal skin, wasn't it a stone?

"Is it really Brother Stone?"

The few people next to him didn't have such good eyesight, and they all looked at the mammoths in the distance in surprise.

"Hmph"

The village chief hammered the railing, and the solid railing shattered, and the broken wooden blocks crackled and fell.

"It's not like words, it's so unlikely"

Uncle Sledgehammer laughed on the side, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the village chief's angry appearance.

"Accept it, what are you still doing standing? Go back, give me back"

The village chief's face was gloomy, and he yelled at the warriors below who were still pulling their bows.