The first time the pig demon appeared in the sight of the wildlings of the wasteland was half a year ago.

At first, no one took the pig demon seriously.

Although the pig demon is also one of the twelve ancient demon clans with eight hundred, the demon clan and the demon clan are also different.

Just as no matter how much a shell lang cultivates, it is difficult to become a climate, and the innate conditions often determine what kind of height a demon clan can reach in the end.

Although the pig demon is not a shell lang, in the eyes of most people, it is just a line better than the shell lang.

Of course, among the pig demons, there are some monsters with wild boar essence and rough skin and thick meat.

But even these monsters, because of their outrageously simple minds, will stay at the level of demon beasts for the rest of their lives, and they will not be able to advance to the real demon clan.

Occasionally, pig demons can be cultivated in human shape, but they are often pot-bellied, industrious, and lazy breeds.

What's more, this pig demon has not yet fully cultivated into a human form, although he can walk upright, he still maintains the characteristics of a large number of pigs, for example, his head is an out-and-out big pig head.

At best, it is equivalent to the innate master of the human race.

In the past, there have been many lonely demon clans in the wasteland, and they have all become the prey of the wilderness savages, their white bones hanging high outside the fences of each tribe, endlessly eroded by the scorching wind of the wasteland.

This pig demon didn't come to the wasteland alone.

He was followed by two very beautiful demon clans.

One is a vixen with two fiery red tails, and the other is a pheasant with colorful wings.

How beautiful these two banshees are? Of course, the black crow patriarch didn't know, he just heard that when the two banshees walked across the wasteland, it was as if there were thousands of budding buds blooming at the same time in the entire wasteland.

Such a strange procession, walking in the most vicious wasteland, is like throwing a piece of stinky meat into a pile of flies, and in a moment it will be gnawed until there is not even the skin left.

Even the three-headed demon clan is an innate master. Nor can it resist the tide of savages, at least most of the savage tribes think.

And then they just disappeared.

And then. There were many wild men who lacked arms and legs, and whose faces were so swollen that even his mother did not know them, that they crawled back to their tribes in a panic. Brought the message of the pig demon to all directions.

From today on, this land has an owner, even if it is an ant in the wasteland, it belongs to the pig demon, and no one is allowed to trample to death without the permission of the pig demon!

In front of the thousands of bloody heads, all the savages shuddered and trembled, and made up their minds not to provoke this terrible pig demon.

But they don't want to provoke the pig demon, and they can't stand the pig demon from provoking them. In just half a year, more than a dozen tribes have been uprooted by the pig demon, and all of them have been captured by the pig demon, and no one is alive or dead. I don't know if it was eaten by the pig demon or what.

To be honest, before the arrival of the pig demons, there were endless wars among the savage tribes of the wasteland, for a small oasis, for a little poor water, for women. Or do nothing, just idle and bored, and they will fight inexplicably.

Therefore, at the beginning, when the pig demon destroyed the savage tribe, the rest of the tribes didn't pay much attention to it, and some hostile tribes even applauded in secret.

But when the appetite of the pig demon became bigger and bigger, and one tribe after another was devoured, everyone felt precarious, and they also thought about uniting to kill the pig demon.

But at that time, the most powerful black crow tribe in the wasteland had not yet spoken, and the remaining tribes often only had three or five hundred people, and the most pitiful ones like the Kuafu clan were even only a few dozen people, so it was naturally impossible to do anything. ...,

It wasn't until a month ago that the Crow Tribe finally sent an envoy to all directions of the wasteland, inviting all the men in the wasteland to gather together and fight the pig demon to the death!

The Crow Tribe didn't do it entirely for themselves.

The rift inhabited by the Black Crow tribe is located in the eastern part of the wasteland, and there is no head-on conflict with the pig demon, even if the pig demon is killed one day, it is impossible to be easily broken by virtue of the natural danger that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

However, the pig demon occupies the area of Jiuquan in the center of the wasteland, and in the center of the nine springs, there is a very important Daxia relic, which is regarded as a holy place by all the remnants of Daxia in the wasteland.

Among the remnants of Great Xia, there is even a rule that after all the patriarchs die, they must be sent to the holy place for burial.

It is the resting place of the remnants of Great Xia, the ancestors and ancestors.

The pig demon dared to occupy the cemetery of the ancestors of the remnants of Great Xia, and it is said that he also built a big city on top of the cemetery, and dug the cemetery in a mess!

For the human race that reveres their ancestors, it is simply a great shame!

"Fight! Great Xia...... Fight!"

The black crow patriarch spoke dryly, a layer of shiny sweat oozed from his forehead, and he roared hoarsely.

Wu Ye understood the word "Great Xia".

In the dream of the tyrant Xia Ji, it was these two heavy words that roared in the mouths of those soldiers before they pounced on the demon beast.

Wu Ye's heart moved, and he asked:

"That pig demon, will you dig up any treasures left over from the Flood Era in your holy land?"

The black crow patriarch was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said:

"I don't know what treasures are in the Holy Land, I only know that it is the ancestral tomb of our remnants of Great Xia, but the old man of the Jiuquan tribe may know. ”

After a pause, he said sadly, "The Jiuquan tribe is the tomb keeper of our remnants of Great Xia, who has lived in the cemetery for generations, and now the cemetery is occupied by the pig demon, and I don't know whether the people of the Jiuquan tribe are alive or dead. ”

Wu Ye scratched his hair, it seems that he can't participate in this battle against the pig demon.

Everyone discussed for a while, anyway, they were all rabble, and there was no tactical arrangement, and when the time came, everyone rushed up and stepped on the walled city of the pig demon.

The crow tribe took out all the leather armor and bone axes that had been accumulated for hundreds of years, and armed those poor tribes whose weapons were too shabby.

For this battle, the crow tribe even took out the old book.

The daytime in the wasteland was too hot, so in the middle of the night they set out to kill the Nine Springs.

Behind Wu Ye, there are a full five thousand sturdy wild men, all of whom have at least the strength of the acquired fivefold, and hundreds of them have even reached the acquired sevenfold or above!

In addition to the 5,000 wild men, it is the "special forces" phalanx, including the Tuxing clan, the Kuafu clan and the Chiyou clan.

But in addition to them, there were three hundred thin men who looked like tuberculosis ghosts, and they took two steps to catch their breath, and after two steps, they were sweating profusely all over their bodies.

Wu Ye was very strange and asked Tuxing Zhao who they were.

Tuxing Zhao said with awe: "They are the Yelang clan, all of them are warriors who are not afraid of death, and they are very famous in the wasteland. ”

Wu Ye had only heard of Yelang's arrogance, but he didn't know how these leprosy ghosts were "not afraid of death" method.

However, even putting aside these 300 tuberculosis ghosts, Wu Ye also has full confidence in this battle.

Even if the pig demon and the two banshees it carried are both innate masters, even one level higher than the innate masters, and their strength is equivalent to the human Qi refining period, what about it?

He has nearly 6,000 screaming wild men here...,

Wu Ye didn't believe it, six thousand people, plus him, couldn't kill the three-headed little demon!

After a murderous run through the wasteland for a day and a night, at dawn, the army reached the edge of the Nine Springs.

The sky was like blood, and the red clouds were churning, like countless fish that had their bellies cut open, struggling weakly.

When Wu Ye stood on a bare stone mountain and looked into the distance towards Jiuquan, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, looking like he had seen a ghost in the day.

All the patriarchs around him were the same, lost in their souls, as if immersed in a nightmare from which they could not extricate themselves.

What is presented in front of them is not a sea of swords, a sea of fire, or a hell on earth.

On the contrary, it is a lush, vibrant scene.

The land is covered with a green grassland, a group of cattle and sheep are leisurely chewing in the grassland, the breeze is blowing, and waves of blue waves are churning on the grassland.

Farther away, endless farmlands have been cultivated, and hundreds of female savages have toiled in the fields—all captives of pig demons.

And behind the farmland, is a walled city built with red stones, although it is not high, arrow towers, corner towers, urn cities, but they are all available.

"Hell yes. ”

Wu Ye scratched his scalp and glanced back at the black crow patriarch: "You are filial, you buried your ancestors in such a rich place, but you yourself are guarding the poor and suffering!"

The black crow patriarch was stunned for a long time before he said, "How can this be? How did Jiuquan become a grassland, and there are so many good fields? This, this is simply impossible!"

Wu Ye wondered, "That's not the case here?"

The Black Crow Patriarch shook his head quickly:

"Of course not, although this place is called Nine Springs, and it is said that there were nine oases hundreds of thousands of years ago, but they have long been buried by the wind and sand, and like other places in the wasteland, there is not a single fart! Five years ago, I was here again, where is this!"

Tuxing Zhao also smacked his lips again and again:

"The mother of this patriarch, such a dense grassland and farmland, I am afraid that it will not be a problem to feed 70,000 or 80,000 people! I knew that there was such a good place, who would want to stay on the Gobi Desert to gnaw stones and drink the northwest wind!"

This sentence speaks to the hearts of all wild people.

It doesn't matter how this Gobi became a grassland and fertile land.

The important thing is - this land is now theirs!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The wild men brandished bone knives and rushed towards the red walled city like a tide!(To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )