What Qing Yu didn't predict was that he didn't recall these demon bats back to the original world, although most of them died, there were still hundreds of them that survived, and these demon bats multiplied quickly, and soon became a malignant tumor in the Yunling Mountain Range. Wherever the devil bats pass, not a single grass grows.

What Qing Yu didn't know was that although the demon bats had killed and injured a large number of natives, there were too many natives, and they still managed to cross the Splitting Chai Peak and advance at an extremely fast speed. Two other natives with four feathers on their heads appeared, and the most mysterious ghost natives also appeared, but they were very few in number.

Three days later, the group advanced in front of the camp of the Three Kings. They know the situation of Pichai Ridge well. At the beginning, everyone broke up unhappily, and they thought that Qingyu would swear to resist. But I didn't expect to give up without sacrificing a single soldier.

The barbarian king Tu Tiangang smashed the stone table with a vicious fist, smashing the entire stone table to pieces. "He retreated without the slightest resistance, and now the man is missing. Are you going to capture the Red Sun Mercenary Regiment and his guards?"

Oralando said in a weird way: "Yes, we raise our hands in agreement, you go and send someone to arrest it." ”

The barbarian king Tu Tiangang glared angrily, but he was helpless. It's okay for him to complain a few words here, but he's not stupid to ask him to get serious. On that day in the camp of the Demon King Shaq, the strength of the Green King was only stronger than him.

Hug Ying, Hug Ying, they can't be as free and easy as Qing Yu, they all give up. They have been operating here for years, and once they give up, everything is gone.

So, on the front line of the Three Kings' station, a large number of mercenaries were gathered and a desperate battle was fought with the natives. The five gods of war did not sit idly by, and those with a little strategic vision knew that this was a battle to the death, and if the vast continent race was forced to withdraw from the Yunling Mountain Range, this battle would affect the entire enclave. The three cities and one fortress that everyone had built up in the enclave with great difficulty would probably be wiped out.

During the battle, there were not only four feathered natives among the natives, but also natives with five feathers on their heads. This Wang Ling native, who was born in the Shi clan, has terrifying strength. The barbarian king Tu Tiangang fought with him and was beaten by his punch to vomit blood. Later, Shen Tuyin took action, relying on the turtle-like defense, and fought fiercely with this native, but he has been in a position of being beaten.

The sudden appearance of such a powerful native made everyone feel a certain sense of foreboding. Sure enough, there is also a five-feather native mixed among the natives, and this one is from the ghost clan.

He suddenly appeared and used a wooden thorn to hunt and kill Ge Shuhan of the Golden Lion Clan, and the inexplicable fall of a generation of orc powerhouses made people both shocked and angry.

This is even more true of the Demon King Shaq and Hai Tianqing, who have completely erupted. This tragic battle finally ended when the various races of the vast continent held the battlefield. Blood stained several hills, and corpses were piled up on hills. On the whole, the strength of the various ethnic groups is still stronger than that of the natives.

Qing Yu didn't know any of this, and he turned into a black shadow and walked quickly through the bushes. When he crossed the periphery and entered the inner perimeter for about two hundred miles, he heard a big battle not far ahead, and he was very curious.

When he came to the place of battle, he saw a man with big ears, a nose the size of a fist, and a pointed mouth that looked like a pig. Yes, this guy is the pig-headed tribe from the orc clan.

The pig-headed man held a huge scimitar in his hand, and the knife turned with the knife, and each time it took the lives of several natives. Qing Yu could see that this pig-headed man was far inferior to the Three Kings in terms of strength, but he had stronger combat experience. Every time he raised his hand and every foot, it was fatal. Any action is for the sake of life, and there is no fancy.

"Who is this guy? Could it be him?" Qing Yu sneered, he remembered a person, the orc Zhujun who was the third on the heavenly list.

Although this pig-headed man is powerful, there are more natives. Every time a native is killed, it is a drain for him. At his feet, more than a hundred people died. Unlike Qing Yu, he has a strong endurance and a wide range of killing magic.

Even if it is Qingyu, with Yuan Li to kill more than 100 natives, it is estimated that the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

Although the pig-headed man still has some strength to spare, he is also about to bottom out. He tried several times to break out of the encirclement of the natives, but failed. As soon as the pig-headed man gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, his body suddenly swelled, his cold hair stood up like a needle, and his whole body became black.

The strength of the pig's head in this state has doubled, and he suddenly exerted his strength, killing more than 20 natives and breaking out of the encirclement.

He didn't have the slightest love to fight, and as soon as he broke through, he rushed towards the periphery as if he had died, while the natives chased after him. Qing Yu saw that the pig-headed man was overdrawn, and he was running so fast that he was almost running out of oil.

Qing Yu made a move, and he cast a grazing forest magic. In the jungle, plant-based magic is undoubtedly powerful, and combined with the wind-based earth, killing is invisible.

He stopped the natives, and the pig-headed man had run three or four miles before he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. Qing Yu used to want to mix him up. And this pig-headed man is still very cunning, he just pretended, and he still has spare strength. Suddenly opened his eyes, held a short dagger in his hand, and stabbed at Qing Yu's heart like lightning.

Qing Yu was indeed defenseless and startled, but his reaction was extremely fast, and the strength of the pig-headed man was seriously consumed. This thorn was caught by Qing Yu with two fingers, and said coldly: "Friend, don't get me wrong, I'm here to save you." ”

Only then did the pig-headed man see Qing Yu's face clearly, snorted, and said, "Thank you!" After speaking, he was completely unconscious.

Qing Yu grabbed the pig-headed man and quickly ran through the jungle. With a man on his shoulder, he was unable to become completely invisible with shadow magic, and had to rely on stealth camouflage to evade the natives.

It was night and relatively safe. He sat on a tall tree, and the canopy of honey was the best place to hide. He didn't dare to make a fire, and using his skillful fire magic, he roasted a piece of beast meat, and ate it with relish, and the pig-headed man finally woke up.

"Thank you! I didn't expect me to be alive, it's good. ”

Qing Yu threw the leftover barbecue over, he didn't mind, he took it and nibbled on it, and said, "If only there was wine." ”