This is another typical battle branded as a raiding group, and Commander Cao is still the same big girl as a matchmaker - first and then others, painting the opponent with a negative Divine Comedy aura, and then brushing his own people with a burst of state and then abusing vegetables. Every raider regiment soldier is guaranteed to go berserk for the second time, how can this ferocity be explained clearly in a few words?

Taking the most intuitive example, Old Man Bo found that after the colorful divine comedy aura flickered, even the hyena warriors who followed behind the butts of the raiding group had undergone earth-shaking changes. If it was just a frenzy, it would never have been possible to make these hyena warriors with ridiculous facial features become so terrifying. Their figures were like balls that had been inflated vigorously, swelling to a height of about two meters, six or seven, and their eyes were full of fierce light, and even the canine teeth in their mouths were popping out of the corners of their lips. The experienced old man Bo could instantly conclude that there were two layers of madness in the colorful and blurred Divine Comedy effect, and if it weren't for the effect of the calm Divine Comedy aura, the weak-willed orcs would not be able to control that level of madness effect at all. What's even more terrifying is the group of main warriors of the raiding group, many of the timber wolf knights riding on the back of giant wolves have swelled to about three meters, not to mention the already exaggerated giant forest boar heroes and silverback orangutan warriors, etc., they seem to have become rare giant clans, and their size is exaggerated.

Fortunately, the armor of the main warriors of the raiding group is based on the blueprints of Commander Cao, coupled with the efforts of the Flame Dwarf Master and the skilled goblin, all of which are equipped with activities. After a sound of gears, the armor was perfectly adapted to the size of the Marauder Band's warriors, who had skyrocketed in size, and still had the ability to keep them firmly at bay. This made the old man Bo's eyes straight, and he wanted to stay calm, but this picture was too amazing. He was now completely sure that at least more than sixty percent of the main warriors of the raiding group were high-level samurai who had comprehended the self-inflicted madness! Because they were obviously different from other comrades after the blessing of these positive blessings of the Divine Comedy aura, it was impossible not to notice them.

There are also some high-level orc warriors who have comprehended the independent madness of the spur tribe among the spur tribe of Old Man Bo, after all, the rise of their spur tribe is also based on strong force, and Old Man Bo is naturally no stranger. But Old Man Bo had never seen so many high-level orc warriors gathered together in his life, and he never thought that he would be able to see so many berserk orc warriors who had become mad three times in his lifetime! In a team, there was even more than sixty percent of the autonomous madness rate, which was too crazy, and Old Man Bo even doubted that there were so many high-level warriors in all the temples of the Beamon Empire together.

When did this become so worthless for the autonomous madness of the Beamon warriors? Or did this skill become something like a contagious disease when it came to the raiding group? Otherwise, how could we explain the huge and exaggerated autonomous frenzy rate of the Raiding Regiment? Even the endless instantaneous silent divine comedy of the head of the Shang Cao regiment, as if there was no restriction of elemental power, Old Man Bo felt that most of his life in front of him seemed to have been lived in vain!

"Don't be surprised, my old fellow. Although this little bastard seems to be an abomination many times, in fact his excellence is like a pendulum, never out of touch and never stops. Old man Ao lit a cigar to himself, smoked it beautifully, and even if he didn't turn his head to look, he knew what kind of expression Popovich had on his face now. Back then, when Old Man Ao first met Captain Cao, he was scared and vomited by Captain Cao's weirdness more than once. This person, once he gets older, he is prone to conformism in many things, and a little bizarre situation can make them not calm.

"Whether it's that little bastard or these raider boys, they're no ordinary people. I'll tell you the truth, old man, every time I see them doing something with all their heart, I feel like I'm in the twilight. Whether it's you or me, in fact, we are already the remnants of the times. Now, it's the era of these young people!" Old Man Ao smiled freely, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness on his face.

"Do you have such a high opinion of them?" Old Man Bo looked sideways slightly, if others didn't know Old Man Ao's thoughts and heritage, Old Man Bo wouldn't know it. The meaning of these words coming out of the mouth of Old Man Ao is extraordinary.

"In ......time," Old Man Ao thought for a while, shook his head first, and said, "No! It won't be long before these guys will make the entire Pan-American Continent tremble for them! Just like that little bastard, have you ever seen a priest like him? Speaking of the little bandits of the raiding group, I can tell you very responsibly, it won't be long before you will see a team composed of high-ranking warriors of Beamon." Bandits, bandits, I think if there are people who use this identity to locate them, they are really idiots. When in this world, have there been such fierce robbers and bandits?"

Old Man Ao's words are also categorical and non-negotiable. This also confirms that Old Man Ao has the same characteristics as Captain Cao: he must really like someone, even if other people's is fragrant.

"You're right, I've never seen such a Beamon priest, and even I, a bad old man who thinks of myself quite highly in my life, think that I am not on the same level as him at all. As for the team, which is all high-level Beamon warriors, it is even more unimaginable. By saying that, it really makes me look forward to seeing if what they're doing in the future is worthy of the evaluation you've given them today. Old Man Bo also smiled, if someone told him this before, Old Man Bo would definitely not believe it, but when he saw all this with his own eyes, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

"Don't talk about me. Old man, what do you think of this reckless guy who doesn't know how to be polite?" Old Man Ao turned his head and stared at Old Man Bo meaningfully. Having said so much, the old man Wang Po sold melons and boasted that it was only part of his intention, and he had more thoughts, but he put it on the same gray-haired old guy next to him. At this point, Mr. Ao once again reached a tacit understanding with Mr. Cao, who wanted to keep Mr. Bo, and after a period of contact, Mr. Ao also concluded that if he could cooperate with someone like Popovich, it would definitely be a great pleasure in life.

"Don't look at this guy like fire, but that's just what people who don't understand him look like. In the eyes of those who know him well, he is actually made of water. Old man Bo, who has always known people with a discerning eye, smiled and said slowly.

"Oh, is he so vulnerable? All I know is that everybody says women are made of water, and it's the first time I've heard of men making water, especially a character like this guy. Old Man Ao smiled awkwardly, quite unnaturally.

"Don't get me wrong, this water is not the other. Look at it, if you want to say that this guy is quite unreasonable, who of you who stays with him is the slightest bit afraid of him? This guy, if you touch him with a zero-degree attitude, you will encounter an iceberg, and you can't even knock your head when you hit him. But when you contact him with Baidu's attitude, what you feel is boiling. If it is not salty or light, then naturally it will not understand the true characteristics of him at all. Therefore, the cold and warm know themselves. Old Man Bo's wise gaze twinkled like the brightest star in the night sky.

Who can be young and not crazy? The current head of Cao has once again fallen into the realm of madness, everything around him no longer exists for him, and in his eyes, he can only see those unlucky Rex people. The two horns that had come out of Wangcai's head shook for a while, and the man and beast slapped at the chaotic Rex people as if they were suffering from epilepsy. Captain Cao's mouth has been moving, and he hasn't stopped at all, but his voice is also drowned in this mighty sound, the only thing that is certain is that he is definitely swearing, and his target is also those Rex people, so he doesn't care if others can hear it, once he starts, he has to scold and enjoy it before stopping.

And what about the soldiers of the plundering regiment? They will always be the same when facing the enemy, and they will not obey the death, or they will not let go. After knowing the powerful effect of the Sphinx's scorpion beads, the warriors of the raiding regiment had already studied special tactics. The wind and sand were a disaster for the enemy, but for them it had little effect. Before they could reach the ground, rows of javelins were already shooting into the frantically flying wind and sand with a terrible whistling. Every second, the screams of the Rex people rang out. Every second, the sound of a javelin piercing through flesh and blood rang out. Every second, a Rex man is shot through by a javelin that flies from nowhere.

When the distance between the two sides reached the so-called "death range" of the raiding regiment's daily training, each of the main fighters of the raiding regiment seemed to be transformed into a humanoid ballista. They threw out the javelins, short blades, and axes they had brought with them almost without looking, and some of them even threw out the main weapons in their hands, which was completely an unreasonable group of crazy people! In such a situation, it was as if everyone was named Curry, and there was no need to deliberately aim at all. Their furious arms are strong enough to explode enough to warrant that anyone they throw out will be extremely lethal, and with the Rex being outnumbered, it's even harder for them to miss the target.

What if you don't have weapons in your hands? This does not affect the lethality of the soldiers of the raiding regiment at all, and their improved armor and their usual training courses are all based on the theme of one-hit killing. Once, during training, Regiment Commander Cao also asked the soldiers of the raiding regiment a question: "What is the best killing technique?"

Assassination, forcible killing, rape and murder, torture and killing? The cadres of each plundering regiment tried to test the answer with a different style of answer.

"It's that you kill your opponent and you don't have a, that's the best killing technique. As for what kind of method you use, who the cares?" Captain Cao's answer amazed everyone, and Captain Cao used an unconventional answer to make them understand that there are no rules or routines to do anything in this world, including killing. Since then, these guys in the raiding group have all tempered their bodies in the direction of perversion, and it can be said responsibly that even if these guys go to the battlefield with their bare hands, they are more efficient at killing than many well-trained fighters.

The symphony of iron and blood on the battlefield composes the main theme of the life swan song of the Rex people. Rushing to the left and right of the crazy head of Cao, it was Barkley and O'Neill, two huge guys. Even with the height bonus of Wangcai, Captain Cao has only just reached the chest position of the two guys, and they are so huge at the moment that people dare not ignore them. Are Barkley and O'Neal the biggest cup duo of all time?

"Of course we are," Barkley said, "and no doubt O'Neill thinks so." ”

These two guys have been following Captain Cao from the very beginning, and they all know that Commander Cao has always been worried about finding no one to cut wherever he goes. It is better to say that they are the personal bodyguards of Head Cao, it is better to say that they are hugging a thick thigh. The boss who can single-handedly kill an ancient beast like the Sphinx, even if there is any emergency, it is a piece of cake, and these two big-cup macho men are very cunning in their hearts......

A Rex man who had just rubbed the sand out of his eyes trembled and opened his eyes in a trembling way, and a mountain of flesh lay in front of him, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Barkley's big blood-colored eyes the size of copper bells. Barkley snapped the neck of one of his companions with one hand, as easily as he could break a twist. Barkley also grabbed a short blade in his other hand, and at the same time stabbed a guy hard at his bare chest muscles. This young man of Rex, who originally had wireless ambitions, had forgotten what to do at the moment, and it was the first time he had seen this vicious person, and he even stabbed himself without blinking.

"You are the wind, I am the sand~ lingering to the end of the world!" With the whistling of the wind and sand, O'Neill's black giant knife in one hand also danced impermeably, and he hummed a very suitable song in his mouth. Any Rex man who appears within a one-foot radius of O'Neill's side will be turned into a pile of stumps and flesh by his chaotic cloak knife technique in a very short time! )