Thorn's guess was right, on the outskirts of the Hammer Tribe, there was a team of bears quietly attacking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The coat of these bear-man warriors is generally gray, which acts as a natural protective color in the dark. Although they were small in number, the weapons in the hands of the attackers were extraordinary.

I saw a dozen bear-man warriors holding a huge bow in their hands, and the bow body was like a tree being uprooted and then made into a whole body, with a length of at least 2 meters! The bowstring made of animal tendons was unusually tough, and a wooden arrow the thickness of a human arm was put on it, and there was no need for careful aiming at all, or even a standard and correct shooting action.

As soon as the bear-man warrior loosens the full bowstring, the thick arrow will fly out and pierce the ground like a javelin!

Beside these bear-man warriors, a rudimentary trebuchet was quietly parked there, and the boulders were placed on top of them by the bear-man warriors, and then the cable was released, and the boulders were thrown far away.

A boulder weighs at least seven or eight hundred catties, and with the power of being thrown by a trebuchet, it can easily smash an orc warrior into meat sauce.

God knows where these gray bearmen collected so many boulders and brought them here.

"Hammer Tribe!" a gray-haired bearman stood there, looking at the already alarmed Hammer tribe from a distance, his expression cold and serious, and his burly and majestic body was far more than that of ordinary bearmen.

There was a hideous scar on his face that enveloped half of his face, and the left corner of his eye was tangled and sticky, looking like the result of a flame.

"It would be nice if I could get closer, just a little ......" The bear-man warrior stepped on his feet hard, only to hear a muffled snort, and a bear-man warrior of the Hammer tribe fell to the ground, lying there with his hands and feet limp and blood running down his body into the dirt.

The bear-man warrior lowered his head, looked at the warrior of the Hammer tribe who was trampled under his feet, and said in a cold tone: "But why are you patrolling here?

"Bitomon!" the Hammer Tribe's bear-man warrior fell to the ground, a low moan coming out of his mouth.

"Oh, anyone else remembers me?"

The bear-man warrior known as Bitomon was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It's a surprise, but I'm very happy." Because you can remember me, so that there will be more pleasure when I get revenge. ”

"The Hammer Tribe will not defeat you, you runaway coward!" the Hammer Tribe warrior grinned and looked at him with disdain.

A cold glint flashed in Bittomon's eyes, and he subconsciously reached out and stroked the scar on his face, the scar that almost burned half of his face looked hideous and terrifying, like a ghost.

"Runaway coward, if I had to do it again, I would still have chosen it, because if my brothers and I hadn't escaped, how would we have had our revenge today?" Bitomon reached out and lifted a hammer from the ground, unlike the drum urn golden hammer that Ronald had given Thorn, it was like an enlarged version of the hammer used by blacksmiths to strike iron.

Boxy and angular!

Aside from being huge and heavy, the hammer looked unremarkable.

"Go with confidence, you won't be lonely. I promise that your people will soon be looking for you in the arms of the beast god. Bitomon raised his hammer and slammed it down.

The hammer fell, the blood splashed, the corpses separated, and rotted into minced meat!

"Keep throwing boulders, and since they're aware of them, try to draw them out...... It's business as usual!" Bitomon put away the hammer, the blood on it sticky, and put it right on his shoulder.

"Yes!"

The surrounding bear people responded one after another, only to see these bear people staring at the Iron Hammer tribe angrily and hatefully, their eyes full of resentment, which made people shudder.

Within the Hammer Tribe, the bearman warriors have mobilized.

I saw that in front of the tribe, huge stones flew in the air, tore through the sky where the sun was about to rise, and then smashed into the front of the tribe.

Several bear-man warriors stood from a distance in a cold sweat as they watched as boulders fell in front of the tribe and smashed into the ground.

"Damn, it's only 5 meters away......"

A bear-man warrior shuddered and said with a sense of rejoicing.

"Who the hell is it? Cyclops wandering?"

"How could it be, if it was those guys, we would have found out! It was night, but they wouldn't hide their tracks. ”

Rumble!

Another boulder fell from the sky and slammed into the ground.

More than a dozen round boulders almost completely blocked the door of the Iron Hammer Tribe.

"Bastards, whoever they are, can't let them go!" roared the Bearman Warrior.

Bi Bo walked from behind, and even among the orcs, he was a majestic man, and squeezed through the crowd, squeezing a path to the front.

A pair of eyes glowing with anger, a wheezing breath in his mouth, looking at the boulders in front of him, Bi Bo's expression was very unfriendly: "To be able to throw boulders such a long distance, and it's not the freaks of cyclops, then it's only human trebuchets!"

Trebuchet?!

The bear-man warriors were confused for a moment, then froze.

How could human weapons come to their place!

You know, this is not the border of the Northern Wilderness Plain, although it is also not the core hinterland, but the footprints of human beings can reach here, aren't they only those caravans carrying rich goods?

Bi Bo stared at the darkness with an unkind expression.

He'd heard all the plans from the shaman's mouth, so he knew who these people really were out there - the Grizzly Thieves!

"The shaman said they got weapons from the human caravans, but they didn't say they got trebuchets...... The man who came up with this plan to attack a tribe with such a weapon of war is really a madman!" The corners of Bibo's mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly: "They could have gotten closer, but they didn't. They must have been discovered by the warriors of the tribe who were hiding outside. ”

"The trebuchets have to be destroyed, they are not getting close now, but that doesn't mean they won't be able to push any further. If we don't want these stones to fall on our heads, we have to destroy the trebuchet!"

Bi Bo drew his weapon and said in front of the bearman warrior, "Come on a team, go with me and skin the bastards outside!"

"Roar, roar, roar, roar!"

The bear-man warriors roared, their expressions extremely excited.

They're orcs!

In their bones, in their blood, and in their genes, there will always be the factor of pursuing battle and killing!

..................

"Captain, they're out!" a gray-furred bear man stood still, staring at the tribe from afar in the night.

"How many people are here?" asked Bittomon, unconcerned.

"About ...... More than 100 people. The bear man said with some hesitation.

Bitomon frowned suddenly: "It's too little, it's still too unlucky, if we can continue to push forward, the boulder will fall in their tribe." When the time comes, it will definitely be more than just such a small number of people. ”

"What should we do now?"

Bitomon grabbed the giant hammer on his shoulder and sneered, "Of course it's to kill them......"

Behind him, the bear-man warriors laughed wickedly, they were not many in number, far less than a hundred. But they had no fear, and they didn't flinch.

There was only one message in their eyes - a thirst for battle! a thirst for bloodthirsty battle!

"We have worked hard for so many years, from near-death escapes to the formation of a group of thieves, in order to take revenge on the Hammer Tribe!" Bitomon stood there, the hammer in his hand crossed his chest, and said with a hideous expression, "Now, the enemy who destroyed our tribe is ahead. I could have stood here with all the thieves, but because of that human's thoughts and plans, I didn't!"

The bear-man warriors around them were silent, and they listened silently to Bitomon's words.

"I split the thieves into two parts, but it's not just about believing in the human's plans. Do you know why I'm only standing here with you?" asked Bittomon.

"Because, we're a grizzly tribe!" one of the bears replied slowly.

"That's right, it's the revenge of our Grizzly Tribe, they didn't kill us back then...... Today, we're back again! Just before they were destroyed, our grizzly tribe was standing here, waiting for them, watching them, and killing them!"

"Kill them! Kill these Hammer Tribe bastards and avenge the tragic deaths of the Clansmen!"

Bitomon roared and looked at the grizzly warrior behind him, then raised his hammer and charged towards the Hammer Tribe.

"Roar, roar, roar, roar!"

The grizzly warriors raised their weapons one after another, following Bitomon's footwork, and without the slightest hesitation or fear, they bravely rushed forward.

Bibo rushed out with a group of bear-man warriors from the Hammer Tribe, who were menacing and seemed fearless.

And Bitomon also greeted him with the remnants of the Grizzly Tribe's warriors.

Bitomon had very few men, just over twenty men, but each of them had a look of hatred in their eyes.

They are here today, not to plunder, not to kill, but to take revenge!

"Bitomon?!" Bibo glanced at from afar, and directly recognized the guy at the front.

Bi Bo's expression became serious, and the palm holding the iron rod subconsciously tightened.

Bitomon roared, swinging his hammer violently and leaping into the air. The burly figure was like a boulder, smashing forward fiercely.

The hammer slammed into the ground, and the thick and strong fighting spirit wrapped the hammer and smashed down, and the powerful force directly blasted the ground into a pit, the ground cracked, and countless gravel and dirt splattered.

The ground at the edge of a 2-meter-diameter pit is like fangs reaching to the sky! )