Cangwu didn't like the group of sac-scale pterosaurs that surrounded the gray people, and his silver vertical pupils narrowed, and he let out a screech of intimidation at them.

An invisible sound tsunami rippled outward.

The close pterodactyls all fell from mid-air, and from a distance, they looked like a swarm of mosquitoes sprayed with poisonous mist, which was very spectacular. Bang bang the snow-white ice surface was smashed out of the cobwebs by the heavy bodies of countless sac scale pterosaurs, and the silent cold winter was broken.

The fog only intimidated them, so the pterodactyls were not dead or seriously injured, but none of them dared to fight back, they turned themselves over and did not fly again, their heads tilted, their scarlet eyes looking at the purple shadow in the sky in fear.

And the pterodactyl, which was far away from the periphery, although it was not planted from the sky, also flapped its wings and flew out in horror, not daring to approach again.

All of a sudden, the area around the cormorants becomes a vacuum zone.

It flew around leisurely, and then, under the guidance of Ye Xi, gracefully flew down to a crater with white steam.

There was a lot of commotion between the cormorants and the fog.

In winter, the Molten Fire Tribe used to hibernate in stone huts in the crater of the volcano. Molten people, like their pterodactyls, did not like the cold, and in winter, they moved to semi-dormant craters and slept in stone huts covered with melted grass, with stone slabs covered in them, until the snow melted.

The cold fog screamed, and the molten man in his sleep almost didn't lose his breath.

As if stabbing a honeycomb, all the molten men clutched their still somewhat frightened chests and stumbled out with swords, spears, bows and arrows.

"Stay put!"

"No one is allowed to go!"

The Molten Chief quickly recognized the Gulf, and in a hurry, ordered all the warriors to stay where they were, and then ran as fast as he could.

That end.

The cormorants had flown down to the steaming crater.

The volcano has a hot spring on the top of the mountain, and the air is full of smoke and white steam, and the air smells of sulfur and frost and snow.

In the hazy white mist, a figure holding a bone staff walked towards Ye Xi and them.

Soon, the figure broke through the white mist and became clear.

"Lord Xiwu, welcome to our Molten Fire Tribe. Molten Fire Yuanwu greeted Ye Xi with a smile, and then nodded to Cangwu, a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Lord Hai is also here, rare, rare." ”

The Molten Fire Tribe is adjacent to the sea and is considered a neighbor of the Shark Clan, but for thousands of years, the two have never communicated, not because of the Molten Fire Tribe, but because of the Shark Clan.

The mermaids are a rather autistic Inhuman.

Some time ago, he heard that the sea lord of the merman clan and the Xicheng Yuanwu had a close relationship, like a partner, and today he saw it with his own eyes, which was closer than he imagined.

The two of them can't really get married, right?

Bang.

The Molten Flame Chief swept over from the mountain next to him, he landed gently, saluted Ye Xi and Cangwu with a smile, and said politely: "I have seen Lord Xiwu, I have seen Lord Sea." Why didn't you tell us in advance when we were a guest on the molten fire? We fell asleep in the house, and we had to shout at the sea lord to wake up, which was really rude. ”

Ye Xi smiled slightly, not caring about the wit in the words of the Molten Chief.

"I'm not here as a guest, but I have something to tell you. He raised his hand, and the magic force wrapped up a few stone benches in front of the stone house, and placed them on the side of the hot spring water, "Let's sit down and talk." ”

The Molten Chieftain and the Molten Flame Witch shuddered in their hearts, and the smiles on their faces were a little uncontrollable.

The two looked at each other.

Instinct is in trouble this time.

Ye Xi ignored them, took Cangwu's hand by himself, and walked leisurely towards the hot spring. It's as natural as being in your own home.

There was a bit of silence at the top of the volcano.

The cormorant was bored, and the top of the mountain was too narrow for it to stand on, so it flapped its wings and flew into the air towards the taller active volcano next door.

The pterodactyls that inhabited the volcano did not dare to provoke the cormorants, so they flew up in cowardice and gave up the mountain to the cormorants.

The strongest few Great Wilderness True Species level pterodactyls were not convinced, and they flew over eagerly and provoked around the cormorants. They take a big breath and wrinch the wind and snowflakes into their bodies, their thorny necks bulging high like bellows, facing the cormorants, and intimidatingly exhaling a cloud of hot water vapor.

The cormorant snorted.

On the jade beak, white sparkling ideas suddenly appeared in the two nostrils, and the terrifying heat distorted the air, and several pterodactyls forced the remaining breath back.

They naturally flicked their necks and turned around.

The cormorant glanced at them with disdain.

Next to the hot springs.

The Molten Flame Yuan Wu Molten Flame Chief entertained Ye Xi and Cangwu almost with courtesy.

Ye Xi followed them politely, and said the theme of this visit: "I came this time to ask you to send more people to the Fierce Beast Sea to fight. ”

"The victory or defeat of the Fierce Beast Sea battlefield is not only about the clan, but also about everyone here, about the inheritance of the tribe, I hope you can put aside your previous views on the clan and fully support the clan. ”

Sure enough, this is it!

The Molten Chieftain and the Flame Witch were bitter in their hearts.

They also knew the importance of the Continental Bridge, and they also knew that once the Fierce Beast Tide broke through the clan barrier, those fierce beasts that were far stronger than the Eastern Continent would have a great impact on them.

They all know it.

The reason why such a few people were sent perfunctorily was that there were too many concerns.

At first, they suspected that the clan still had some strength left.

The clan is a towering mountain that cannot be climbed over for them, and it is an existence that cannot be resisted. They felt that even if the Sea of Fierce Beasts was in danger, the clan should be able to deal with it, of course, the kind that had to pay a terrible price to deal with.

But for them, it's a good thing that the clan is weakened, they wish the clan was weakened as much as possible, and it's best that after the matter is over, the twelve clans together are not as strong as their super tribe, so they really have to wake up with a smile when they think about it.

Second, the other super tribes have only sent so many people, it doesn't make sense for them to be the first bird in the Molten Fire Tribe, and if there are too many people, maybe they will be hated by other super tribes.

Thirdly, if they did not hesitate to do their best to help the clan, but after completely quelling the tide of fierce beasts and solving the danger of the leader beast, how much of their molten tribe's strength would remain?

The other tribes with hidden strength will surely be stronger than them.

Then it is dangerous for them to melt.

All in all, it is the safest to send a thousand-level hunting team in the middle of the crowd.

Ye Xi raised his eyebrows: "Molten Chieftain, Molten Flame Yuanwu?"

The Molten Flame Chief and the Molten Flame Yuan Wu froze and looked at Ye Xi again.

Ye Xi smiled at the corner of his lips, his eyes were soft, and he couldn't be more gentle and kind. However, they all knew how difficult this young witch was to mess with, and they hesitated for a while, not knowing how to organize the words to send this away.

A single Xicheng Yuanwu is not easy to mess with, but there is a sea lord sitting next to him.

At this time, the pair of silver vertical eyes of the merman sea lord were staring at them without emotion, and that gaze made them feel like they were being targeted by a deep-sea beast, and the invisible pressure made their scalps tingle.

Molten Yuan Wu's old face was about to wrinkle into bitter gourd, and his face still maintained the calm and composure of Yuan Wu: "Lord Xiwu, it's not that we don't want to send more people, it's really ......"

He hid his suspicions about the clan and said his other concerns in a sincere manner, little by little.

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