Half an hour later, the forty dragoons had successfully lassoed the saber-toothed barren fang with an electric hook net, and the barren fang's eyes became red, and the pupils could not be seen at all, like a burning red stone.

Leon and the cheetah were still standing on the dunes, and together with the little pudding, watched with relish, as the dragoons caught the saber-toothed fangs.

Leon secretly admired the tacit cooperation and witty and flexible layout of these dragoons, their individual combat power could not be compared with the high-level mercenaries of the boulder, but the ability to cooperate with the group in the face of prey was difficult for the boulder to do at present, Leon secretly speculated that if he dealt with the electric hook net of these forty dragoons, it would be difficult to get out of the whole body, and even in the case of Fei Jiama's improper cooperation, it was possible to be caught in embarrassment.

"That's awesome!" Pudding screamed excitedly, and his hand slapped involuntarily, and then he remembered that he was still sitting on the back of the cheetah's neck, and he had just accidentally slapped the cheetah's head, however, the ghostly cheetah did not move because of this, and it was also quietly watching the dragoons hunt. Once upon a time, he was also covered by the electric hook net, struggling in vain, only feeling desperate and angry at the time, but now watching from the side, I found that these humans are really terrifying, their horror lies in the collective wisdom and strength, which is completely unacceptable to most mutant beasts, if there are cheetahs or wild fangs that can unite in the wilderness, then humans can't defeat them at all.

It's a pity that cheetahs and rockhorned bears like to enclose territory and survive alone, which dooms them to be wiped out in the end.

The three of them were still sighing in their own feelings, but the situation over there had suddenly changed, and one corner of the electric hook net seemed to be malfunctioning, and suddenly lost the energy of the electric shock, and then it was sensitively discovered by the wild fang, which became a fatal breakthrough.

Wildfang's left front paw lifted suddenly, ignoring the large piece of flesh that had been carried away by the dense hook, and slapped a dragoon into the air along with his mount, and the red dragon-shaped mount was swept to pieces by the tip of Wildfang's claws in the air, and the blood foam sprayed everywhere doused several people around him more vividly.

The dragoons did not rush to rescue their wounded comrades, but quickly filled the vacancy, trying to pull the runaway electric hook net, but immediately, two more people were swept away, and the wild fang also took the opportunity to break free of the other front paw.

Leon knocked on Pudding's helmet,

"It's our turn, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid of ......" Pudding's voice trembled a little, and Leon had already driven the cheetah to rush up, and the spikes on the ground had long been withdrawn, which made their running completely unhindered, like a black whirlwind swept near the hook net, and the bloody dusk in Leon's hand began to burst out with a long red beam, no longer a sword, but like a spear, and the top was even more red and bright, like a soft light emitted when the sun sets, although not as radiant as the noon sun, but absolutely gorgeous and charming.

The spear came out of his hand, and rushed into the electric hook net with gorgeous light and shadow, nailed it squarely to the door of the saber-toothed fang's head, and then burst out into a larger red light, like the last ray of afterglow before falling into the horizon, dazzling and shining.

The gorgeous blow shocked the dragoons, except for blue light or laser weapons, they had never seen a cold weapon that could deliver such an explosive flashing blow, but the saber-toothed barren fang did not fall because of this blow, but after a moment's pause, it struggled even more violently, and a terrible roar almost penetrated the eardrums,

The cheetah was a little dizzy by the piercing wail, and the sound seemed to have some kind of inspiring power, and the many mutant beasts behind the gate, no matter how tame and docile they were, began to become restless, and the saber-toothed barren fangs were like the king of beasts, calling out to their enslaved kind, making them restless.

can only be resolved quickly, and there will be greater casualties if it drags on, Leon is secretly entangled, he can't use the phantom in the wind on this training ground, and the black Nai Qi is too unbelievable in the eyes of the dragoons, and the blood twilight that he can use is originally, but he didn't expect that with all his strength, he didn't knock the wild fang unconscious, but made it even more angry.

At the moment when Leon was entangled, four dragoons were swept away by sharp claws, and a burst of blood burst out in mid-air.

Leon didn't hesitate any longer, he activated a small crossbow, condensed Nai Qi into shape, and shot out quickly, for a while, the dense black arrows drew a diffuse arc in the red wind, and the head of the saber-toothed barren fang completely became the largest target, except for the remnant sword in the center of the head, it was completely shrouded in black,

The "red crust on its chest" phantom cheetah suddenly told him, "Its blood is there"

Leon Wenzhi's arm lowered slightly, and another black arc greeted him. After a few seconds, a thick column of blood suddenly rushed out, almost like a water valve that had opened the gate, but the water was hot and blood-red.

The electric hook net was pulled together again, and the saber-toothed barren fang was now weakened and gradually lurking, and finally lay down in his own blood, dying.

The dragoon who was the first to be slapped away by the saber-toothed barren fang struggled to walk over, Leon noticed that it was Sivir, she was not lightly injured, but she still stood in front of the giant beast reluctantly, the dragoons around her did not mean to stop her, Leon vaguely understood, it seemed that they had left the final blow to her.

"Don't go over, it has a final blow" The cheetah's brainwave was slowly transmitted, which made Leon helpless, he threw the pudding softly towards a sand dune not far away, and he jumped up from the cheetah and ran towards Sivir, Leon knew very well that the cheetah did not care about the lives of these dragoons, and was even more happy to see them die under the blow of the wild fang.

Leon watched Sivir raise the silver long knife in his hand, and the eyes of the wild fang, which had been lifeless for a second, suddenly burst out of blood-red hideousness, Leon could only quickly swing out the phantom in the wind, and the slender chain wrapped Sivir's slender waist, almost at the same time as she left the sand, two sharp black fangs shot out of the wild fang's mouth, sprayed at the position where Sivir was originally standing, and then burned out of thin air, that is the true meaning of the name of the saber-toothed barren fang.

Sivir fell into a powerful arm in a dizzy state, and the moment she fell unconscious, she saw a smiling face, and her heart suddenly relaxed.

The wild fang is dead.

Eight hours later, Sivir woke up to the soft sound of a machine, and when she opened her eyes, she saw only a misty white mist, a sight she knew well, it was filtered gas, and she was lying in a sterile chamber, just patched up.

This time it took eight hours, and it can be seen that the injury is not light.

There was still a battle scene in the red wind in his mind, and that smiling face, Sivir couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, short silver-white hair and light gray pupils, fair skin and small pale lips, which were originally as cold as ice, but at this moment they were rarely dyed with a trace of tenderness.

"Don't play dead, get up quickly, there's a lot of reports to sign" A noisy voice came, and Sivir's face immediately returned to cold, she sat up, the sterile chamber slowly opened, those white mist dissipated, and a face she hated the most appeared in front of her eyes.

The dragoon inspector Xiuton's knife face was narrower than ever, and he handed over a memory with an unkind face, which was full of reports about the Desolate Fang incident,

"Sign it, the living people don't have you to sign" Shutton's words were always so mean,

"Give me twenty minutes" Xavier only had a white sterile cloth on her body, but she didn't have any pretentious cover-up movements, the wounds on her abdomen and legs were still dull and painful, and her internal organs seemed to be damaged and still tingling.

"And, woman......" Xiuton sarcastically peeked at Sivir's body, the cloth was so small, and the full breasts and slender snow-white thighs were visible from the side.

"Have you seen enough, get out of here when you've seen enough" Sivir said coldly, and Xiuton finally left in a huff, which made Sivir's tense body finally relax, she looked down at her abdomen, there was a red mark like a thorn, which looked shocking, more striking than the other wounds on her body, the woman sighed quietly, and then began to read the incident report in her hand.

The report was written in a tone that was distinctly Shutton's characteristic, and although it was harsh, it was fair and true, and it recounted the whole thing without major discrepancies, and Sivir was even surprised to see a note from Sulton stating that the desolate fang had been executed by Sivir's own hands, and that the mechanical failure of the gate had not yet been clarified.

Xavier pursed her lips, a little puzzled how this guy, who had always been extremely mean to Dragoons, had changed his personality this time and actually said a fair word, and then she saw the aftermath of the incident, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

First of all, the fourth-level sparring cheetah, who was upgraded to a special mount in the name of meritorious service, but the signature in the recipient column was blank. Then there was the saber-toothed barren fang, whose body was used as a biological experiment and sent to Dr. Smith's Ancient God Villa, which was strange enough, and even more strange that the head that was one meter two wide was actually given to himself.

Send me a beast head? Xavier blinked vigorously, she couldn't figure out why, she looked down and found something even more shocking, the first line of the report was not the captain Xingluo, but ...... K。

She quickly searched for the name in her mind, and then found that this name has been very popular in Shangcheng recently, isn't that the new young marshal of the Tolan family?

The smiling face that came to Sivir's mind again, and the little chubby boy who had always been wrapped in black armor, seemed to be the legendary Tolan's grandson, His Excellency Sting.

Could it be that the flamboyant wonder bad boy is really him?

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ps: Sister Xiaoxi, do you want to push it down? Xiaohei is so entangled