Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the effect of the potion prepared by the great magician of Gucci had begun to fade, and the mosquitoes found that they were no longer in their own homes after eating and drinking, how could this work?

To be honest, most of the creatures in this world seem to belong to the category of perverts, and of course werewolves are also in this list, but after half an hour of crazy exercise, most of the werewolves themselves can't eat enough, and these are better As soon as the mosquitoes left, they collectively collapsed on the ground, and they couldn't get up without letting those overseers fight.

What's worse is that not only are these ordinary werewolves and slaves exhausted, but the consumption of those masters with fighting spirit is also very large, after all, fighting spirit has never been known for protracted battles, and fighting spirit focuses on explosion, and these masters can last for half an hour itself is a strong guy.

After talking about these physical melee attack professions, I have to say that the werewolf's baby "shaman" If the fighting spirit is just not good at protracted warfare, then there is no one in all the magic professions in this world who is good at protracted warfare, usually a spell will cause a wide range of destruction, which can be described as explosive and weak, including the shaman who focuses on support, and I have never heard of any spell profession that can effortlessly release spells for a day and a night. Before half of these shamans were already wilted, under the command of Abigai, some elite soldiers invited these shamans to a thicker high-end tent, of course, they did not forget to seal the tent airtightly, otherwise let the mosquitoes rush into the tent, then you can see how the limp shaman was sucked clean.

It can be said that as soon as the mosquitoes are gone, except for some top generals, the werewolf camp is in an undefended state.

And our Generalissimo Poolem, worthy of being a man who has fought all his life, can't wait to start the horse joint camp as soon as the mosquito walks on the 10,000 cavalry.

Seeing all this, Abigai almost popped his eyes out of his sockets at that time, which showed how much hatred he had in his heart.

Fortunately, because of the mosquito attack, all the generals were at their posts, and under the threat of their lives, the werewolves who wanted to sleep from now on barely dragged up their tired bodies and started fighting.

It has to be said that these werewolves were fierce, and when they were charged by the iron cavalry, they held the camp at the cost of losing 50,000 people.

However, Abigai did not have a trace of joy in her heart, because nearly half of the forage had been burned, which meant that the forage that could feed 200,000 animals for a month could now only feed 100,000, perhaps less.

After the battle, they swept the snow in front of their homes, nestled in their own homes and began to lick their wounds, preparing for the next attack.

By this time, Abigai had already retreated, although his father's description was very tempting, and although his father's message meant that the kingdom of Mali would be in an undefended state, and he could go straight into the first war to become famous, and the kingdom of Mali would become his backyard, but he felt that he could not wait for that day.

To make matters worse, the few flying monsters in the camp that were used to transmit messages were drained by this mosquito attack, which meant that he had now cut off contact with the tribe, at least until he found a new way to deliver information.

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In the endless prairie, there are countless traps, either natural or thought or a tribe of fierce beasts that migrated later, so walking on the grassland is not so simple.

Mo Xuan once again praised God in his heart, it was he who sent Duhard to him, and the old werewolf played an irreplaceable role in this series of victories.

And now Duhard's side is surrounded by more than a dozen werewolf beauties, of course, for Duhard, they are indeed beauties, these are all given to him by Mo Xuan, and the carriage pulled by the wolf behind him is the same as the property slaves in the carriage are given to him by Mo Xuan.

So far, Duhard no longer has the concept of werewolves in his heart, think about it! He has lived in the werewolf clan for most of his life, what the werewolf clan has brought him, humiliation and humiliation, although he is the guide who is most familiar with the grassland road, in front of those big people is like an ant can be pinched to death at any time, the reason why he has survived until now is by relying on the ability to see the wind and steer, otherwise his grave has grown vigorous pasture.

What was the story before, and what is the story now, they are also all guides, why can he live well now, but not before? All because no one will appreciate him, and now he finally met a person who appreciates him, can he not work hard? Not to mention that the happiness of the second half of his life is in the hands of the black-haired and black-eyed lord.

"Ahead, in a quarter of an hour, we will be at the place where we get water. Duhad constantly observed the environment around him, and after a while he shouted out the good news.

"Oh, oh, oh... The savage screamed, apparently excited.

Ever since these barbarians joined Flame City, the first change Mo Xuan made to them was to let them take a bath.

You can imagine what a pungent smell it is for a guy who hasn't been bathed a few times since birth, and is wearing a leather skirt that has also never been washed.

Mo Xuan, who couldn't stand it, directly built a huge bathhouse in the school field, and what the barbarians did every day was to take a comfortable bath after training, and after persevering for a long time, they fell in love with the bathhouse.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

This sentence has been a good experience in these barbarians, after getting used to bathing, suddenly came to the prairie, found that what he brought was enough to drink, let alone take a bath, it was difficult to wash his hands and face, and for a long time these barbarians felt uncomfortable all over their bodies, as if there were small insects beating on their bodies every day. The only chance they had to wash their hands and face was when they found a new source of water, but because of the tight schedule, they didn't have the opportunity to take a bath.

But now it was different, they were going home, and they were no longer playing hide and seek with the tricked fellows of the prairie, and there was no objection to their bathing according to the lord's will.

Suddenly, the barbarians found that the sentinels were rushing back in ecstasy, and the corners of their mouths and their hasty steps told all the barbarians that they had discovered the enemy, which meant that their merits could be greater, and that their rewards could be higher.

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