In the dim swamp, dozens of pig-headed people carrying large bags and small bags on their backs moved forward quickly under the leadership of their patriarch.

Mosquitoes, locusts, and all sorts of insects are like dark clouds surrounding this group of cowardly and cowardly dogs.

The swamp grew murky as they walked, and it seemed as if the swamp was laughing at their cowardice and incompetence.

The pig-headed patriarch tightened his back and carried the grain behind his back, his face full of surprise.

What he did today was the same as what his ancestors had done, the dragons had told them to go to war, and they had to bring their own rations.

If the enemy is about to collapse at the touch of a button, all the dark races will work side by side, grab food, pots and pans, grab weapons, and make a lot of money.

If the enemy fights them evenly, then there is nothing to say, of course, the girl will run away.

They brought their own dry food to follow the dragon to rob, and they were not willing to gnaw hard bones, let alone be cannon fodder.

If you are at a disadvantage, there is nothing to say, of course, you run away when you can't even see the enemy.

"This time, the dragon conscription didn't give us anything like before, so they pulled us over as cannon fodder, but instead distributed food."

"The clansmen didn't die much, but picked up this pile of grain for nothing."

"What a stroke of luck!"

"Come a few more times, and you won't have to risk your life to find food this year."

The patriarch of the pig-headed people was happy, and he didn't think about the dragon's food, could he take it for nothing?

The five-colored dragon is the most brutal of the dark races.

In the past, they were allowed to escape because the main force of the five-colored dragons was the dark races under their command who had been inherited.

It is the existence that can really be called dependents, and those who are temporarily recruited by their own dry food are actually used as dry food for those real dragon dependents.

The free dry food ran away, and of course the dragon didn't care, and the free things were gone, and they didn't lose anything.

But this time it was different, Ace gave them food.

The situation is different from the previous situation, taking other people's things, not helping each other's things, and prostituting each other's food for nothing.

This is equivalent to an ordinary Mexican who takes the money of a gangster who is similar to a warlord, and promises to help the other party do things, but when doing things, ordinary Mexican people turn around and run away.

The strange thing is that this ordinary person's family is actually under the rule of the gangster, and after running away, he didn't run anywhere else, but ran home.

At this time, in the face of this ordinary person who is desperately jumping on his own turf and greedy for his own money, what will the gangster do?

Needless to say? Of course, he grabbed the other party and dismantled it into eight pieces and sank into the sea.

Now the situation of these runaway dark races is actually the same as ordinary people in Mexico, obviously their own family is under the rule of the gangsters, they took the money of other gangsters, swaggered away, and then ran home.

The five-colored dragon is not comparable to those gangsters, the gangsters may forgive the family of the ordinary person, but the brutal five-colored dragon is too lazy to care about those twists and turns, and directly slashes them, who is greedy for his food? He and his tribe had to die.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! ”

A deafening trumpet sounded.

Above the sky, more than a hundred harpies carried huge horns, and ten ogres desperately blew the breath from their mouths into the horns.

More than 200,000 dark races followed the direction of the horn and quickly advanced through the swamp.

Elena and Eliza flew like lightning, flying at the forefront, their violent eyes staring at the countless dark races running below.

"An ant-like existence dares to take my food for nothing."

"What awaits you and your tribe is a fate of death."

"Go to hell and repent!"

"Roar!"

The deafening roar of the dragon resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the 230,000 dark races that had fought bloody battles erupted in full force.

The black line rushed forward from the end of the swamp, and the two hundred and thirty0,000 dark races were arranged in two curves that were hundreds of miles long, rolling forward like a tide.

Everywhere they passed, countless dark races that had fled from the battlefield with large bags and small bags on their backs disappeared into the swamp as if they had been wiped off the earth by an eraser.

All that's left is the blood that floats layer by layer on the surface of the swamp and attracts countless mosquitoes.

"No!"

"Ahh

A miserable howl came from behind.

The pig-headed patriarch, who was speeding up, didn't dare to look behind him at all.

In fear, he ran forward desperately with his own people.

He didn't understand what was going on, obviously his ancestors and countless dark races had also run away, why was this recruitment different from before? After running away, he took the chase to kill.

"Boom!"

A giant mace three meters long slammed into a tree more than ten meters high.

Sawdust flew, tree trunks broke, and trees more than ten meters high fell into the water with a bang.

"Boil!"

The ogre, who had been two meters five high, rushed out of the shadows with a roar, followed by dozens of ogres of about two meters three and two meters four.

"A lowly coward, not qualified to survive in His Majesty's realm."

Chris Cooper, a third-order ogre nobleman, had a glint of desire to kill in his bloody eyes.

At the moment of the decisive battle, he saw that these cowards were not pleasing to the eye, if they hadn't started the fight yet, they would have run away first, and it was really not certain who would win and who would lose.

Now that he has survived the battlefield and led his people to the Dark Swamp, he still sees this group of cowards who can only escape, and of course he will not spare it now.

"Kill!"

The huge mace swung down fiercely, and the huge force of nearly 100 tons was like placing a large number of bombs in the swamp, and then detonating them at the same time.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound rang out.

The water splashed and rippled, and the invisible waves of air crashed like a tsunami on dozens of fleeing pig-headed men.

Blood splattered, flesh flew everywhere, and dozens of pig-headed men wailed as they were knocked away by the air waves and fell from the sky into the swamp.

The dozen or so pig-headed people who were running slower in the rear directly turned into mutilated corpses under this wave of attacks.

As for the remaining dozens of pig-headed people, most of them were also seriously injured, and only the strength to crawl in the water remained.

With one foot down, the head of a pig-headed man was pressed into the mud, and a sound of a forceful, broken brain melon sounded.

Dozens of ogres stepped forward, excitedly picked up pig-headed people, and opened their mouths wide.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Blood fell from the sky like rain.