Chapter 144: Each in his own way

"Brothers, folks, compatriots, today" Sichuan ",

(This sentence is pure spoof, don't take it seriously.) ）

Outside the cave, an impassioned voice resounded through the canyon. Mai Shaofei was fighting his spirits, and he was following Thirteen Lang's instructions, or his own wishes, to fool the group of people who were tired, desperate and depressed.

Not to mention, the effect is really good.

Humans are strange creatures, more fragile than any other creature, yet possess a tenacity that no creature possesses.

The Burning Spirit Legion suddenly fell into a desperate situation, more than half of them were injured, and the survivors were all wounded: at this time, to say that they can still maintain their high morale, hold high what banner and strive to build what home, it is obviously a liar.

But it's so strange that when it's so desperate that it can't be desperate anymore, people are calm and don't feel fear anymore. At this time, if someone stands up and gives them courage and comfort, supplemented by a little hope, they can often receive a hundredfold and a thousandfold reward.

The state of these people is undoubtedly terrible, they have lost their loved ones, they have not cultivated, there are no magic weapons, there are no elixirs: they have injuries on their bodies, some of them are incurable, and they can only wait for sǐ to die in struggle: they are mentally exhausted, their eyes are blank, and they do not know the future and direction.

However, it doesn't matter, at least, it's not a big deal in the eyes of Thirteen Lang. Mai Shaofei may not understand, but he deeply understands that when these people are reborn from a desperate situation, the liliang that can burst out can definitely make Mustard open his eyes and make the earth tremble.

If they are miserable, how are they compared to the soldiers of the Red Dynasty wandering on the grass?

Their bodies are strong and can be recovered after a short rest, their mana is profound, as long as they get a chance to breathe, they are also immortals with liliang that ordinary people can't reach: their spirit is already fearless, their minds are already strong, as long as their blood is activated, their fighting spirit is ignited, although the number of the Burning Spirit Legion at this time is less than half, the combat power will not be reduced at all, but will be stronger!

The battle was tragic, but it was also a baptism, a chance to become one, a chance to be reborn from the ashes and become a whole army with an iron will.

What Mai Shaofeigu needs to do at this time is to let them ignite hope and fight for the glory of the Burning Spirit Clan again, that's all. If he couldn't do it, Thirteen Lang felt that he didn't need to close his eyes and recuperate.

Mai Shaofei himself is a smart person, how can he not understand this. Don't look at the scolding on his lips, he is actually very grateful to Feng Saburo in his heart, and he is grateful in his heart.

The result made both of them very satisfied, and it didn't take much effort, and there were already echoes outside: the people were embraced by the young master's courage, and their shouts turned into roars and howls, like a pack of hungry and wounded wolves.

The shouts came and went, and gradually turned into a torrent that swept through the entire canyon.

"I announce! After this autumn hunt, all the participants will enter the Genealogy of the Burning Spirit Clan: for all those who survived, the Eighteen Summits of Huoyun will set aside a separate one as their cultivation and settlement place. ”

"All the people who go have a substitute place, and they also enter the Huoyun Mountain to cultivate. All disabled people will enter the Four Treasures Garden to serve without worrying for life. All ......"

Revolution is not a dinner party, but it is also not a starvation: in addition to glory, the most important thing is a material reward.

made many promises in one breath, Mai Shaofei had a beard, majestic, like a god.

"From now on, you are my Mai Shaofei's descendants, and you are my hardcore! You are no longer the Ranbian tribe, but the core clan of the Burning Spirit Clan, and you are my Mai Shaofei's brother who will never forget or abandon you!"

Facing a face of excitement and ecstasy, Mai Shaofei seemed to see the future, and saw that he was leading a group of iron troops who would never betray and be disappointed, and they were invincible.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a rooster in heat, roaring to the sky.

"The flame of the burning spirit will not be extinguished, and the soul of the burning spirit will last forever!"

The crowd boiled, people roared, and thousands of ragged people screamed as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, brandishing all sorts of mutilated weapons, fists, and even sticks and stones.

"The flame of the burning spirit will not be extinguished, and the soul of the burning spirit will last forever!"

"Forever!"

"The young master lives forever!"

"Young Master ......"

The roaring sound shook the earth, passing through the boulder that Jushiro was blocking the entrance of the cave, and forced its way into his ears.

"It's like a noon stick. ”

He muttered silently, raised his hand and added a few more layers of prohibition to isolate the sound from the outside, and then calmed down and began to deal with the injury and sort out and think.

Thirteen Lang was seriously injured, and he was replaced by an ordinary monk, but he was afraid that he would have to consider whether he should change his body. There were no less than seven or eight puncture wounds on the chest and abdomen alone, and the bleeding was only cursory just now, and neither the residual poison nor the barbs on the mouthparts of the demon mosquito had time to be cleaned up. At this time, he calmed down, he urged his whole body with mana, forced out the wounds that should not be left as residual poison and barbs again, and then burned with fire to remove the hidden dangers, which took a lot of effort.

This is a typical earthling's thinking, in fact, with his current body and the initial awakening of the Burning Sun Demon Fire, even if he doesn't do this, it will be fine. But Jusan Lang still retains his evil nature, just as he prefers to choose a mirror rather than an inward look when he has the conditions, and deals with them one by one.

Detoxification is a small thing, and it is really troublesome to remove the barbs, even with the strength and ruthlessness of Thirteen Lang, he is still tortured to live, and he suffers a lot. Each barb has more subtle bristles, as if a brush, sǐsǐ lying in the inner house of the muscle, the slightest movement will bring the pain of the heart, let alone tear them out raw.

In a moment, Shisanro was already sweating profusely, his whole body was like a wash, and he was still convulsing, his calm face became distorted, and the fierceness and determination in his eyebrows and eyes never disappeared. The sharp thorns were accompanied by the blood rushing out, like sharp arrows that flew one after another, piercing deeply into the surrounding stone walls and sinking into the tail.

"Get out of here!"

The voice was not loud, but it was full of unyielding will and tenacity: with this low roar, a batch of sharp thorns flew out of Zuihou's body, and Shisanro could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground, almost prostrating.

This battle is also a metamorphosis for Shisanlang: because it is a battle against Warcraft, there is not much scheming, there is only ruthlessness and decisiveness, and the belief of never giving up.

In the past, Thirteen Lang mostly seemed calm and gentle, and his personality was somewhat feminine, but at this time, his eyes were still indifferent, but there was a little more unruly and tyrannical that he didn't usually have.

Beside him, Big Ash and Chubby jumped up and down, hurrying to dodge the hair-thin but powerful thorns, and were very busy. Seeing that there were more and more of them, Thirteen Lang was like a hedgehog with an explosive body, and there was no way to dodge the space at all, and the two demon beasts were forced to have no choice, and they dug out a side pit on the stone wall, and hid in it tremblingly, and their hearts became more and more awe-inspiring.

"This guy is too much...... , it's too ruthless, I can't afford to mess with it!"

"The master is getting more and more powerful, and the little brother is getting more and more, I have to behave well, I can't be compared!"

With different thoughts, the two monsters secretly decided to change their attitude and style, and they could no longer play with their scheming. It is necessary to know that leaders have a wise mind, not that they can't see through it, and they don't care about it. If you really drop the chain at a critical moment, I am afraid that you will end up smart and mistaken by cleverness, and in the end you will not be able to achieve good results.

"A person who can be so cruel to himself, if he ......"

Thinking of a question at the same time, the two cunning demonic beasts glanced at each other and suddenly shuddered.

Although it was painful to deal with the injury, it didn't take much time: Thirteen Lang rested for a while, and after the cultivation of his breath was stabilized, he began to think about the gains and losses of this battle, as well as the next jihua and arrangements.

Whether it was him, Mai Shaofei, or someone else, it would definitely take a long time to cultivate. There is no need to choose a place, this valley is the best place to enter the mouth Now that the demon mosquitoes have left, because of their presence nearby, there must be no magical beasts that can threaten everyone. The most important thing at hand is to get everyone back to power quickly, and at the same time, to explore the nearby terrain to see how the demon mosquito has spread to the level of synthesis.

The area of the autumn hunting land is vast, and the area in charge of the five clans alone reaches a radius of 10,000 miles: originally, according to Mai Shaofei, this area was originally a desert, a barren land without any living conditions: now it has suddenly become a vibrant canyon, and all kinds of reasons naturally need to be investigated in detail.

The Demon King's Palace will not let the people send sǐ in vain, and it has already considered safety when setting up the entrance. Originally, there was a forbidden formation here, but now it was obviously destroyed by the demon mosquito: it was just that whether this change in the landscape was partial or total, whether it was beast or man-made, and whether it affected the boundaries of their respective regions before, all need to be ascertained.

Although Shisanlang knows these things, he doesn't need to think about how to handle them. If Mai Shaofei couldn't even think of this, he would be called the Young Master of the Burning Spirit in vain, and at this moment, he had probably already made arrangements, and there was no need for Thirteen Lang to put his beak.

What really makes Thirteen Lang interested is how to effectively use the corpses of demon mosquitoes and turn them into combat power in the shortest possible time.

This is the foundation of life, and it is also the hope of everyone to survive!

He quickly opened another ashram and invited the queen out of the beast ring to place them with the many worker ants and the remaining flying ants. At the same time, he also asked the queen ant to send dozens of flying ants, and first made a detailed reconnaissance of the nearby Baili: Thirteen Lang's focus is to find magic mosquitoes, especially the mosquito colony with a relatively small group but a blue mosquito king, once it is found, it must be reported to the mosquito king immediately.

Fat and Big Gray don't have to think about it, even if there are conditions, Thirteen Lang will not cultivate them at this time. Because once the Warcraft is advanced, it will often sleep for months or even years, and it will undoubtedly outweigh the losses for him who urgently needs to improve his strength.

His focus is on the queen ant, and in any case, he wants to retrain a group of flying ants in the shortest possible time, even if they are underage.

After arranging all of these, Thirteen Lang took out the huge sharp mosquito king's mouthparts that emitted a ghostly light, and fell into deep thought.

"What the hell are you doing with it?"

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