A burst of laughter spread through the basement, an elven soldier was tied to a chair, barefoot, Blue brushed it lightly with a pinch of wool, goat's milk flowed, the smallhorned sheep beast licked the elf's feet, and there was a laugh worse than crying, although there was a punishment that made people laugh, it was so better than death, the whole body was itching, and it was impossible to solve it.

I insisted on it for more than ten minutes, not afraid of the axe, but afraid of the tongue of the little horned sheep beast.

The elves have a spell called telepathic communication, which can transmit their thoughts and thoughts to the empty beasts. However, you need special guidance, otherwise a wrong order will fall to your death, and there is a special academy training in the ancient city of Honghuang.

Where did we go to school with a group of stragglers, taught ourselves, and asked him to write the psychic communication technique on the jade slip, and immediately go to the empty beast room to experiment on a two-headed mechira beast.

Wang Qiang told it to face its head to the left, and it turned its head to the right, so that it was headed up, and it was facing down, and the possibility of falling was not professionally trained, which was quite large.

For the sake of safety, Niu Shuangshuang was found and asked to send people to build several training rooms, and the feet of the two-headed Meqira beast were connected to the ground with rope locks, up to fifteen meters, and the ground was covered with hay and a layer of sheepskin.

A two-headed merchra, flying up and down. Move left and right, from time to time there are immortal soldiers who fall, get up and continue training.

Wang Qiang got up and jumped on the two-headed mechira beast, going back and forth dozens of times, and finally was able to temporarily control the direction. Ah, the elves are still locked up in the basement. You won't freeze into popsicles.

When he went to the basement, the elf, whose whole body was trembling and his lips were blue, gave him a bowl of hot goat's milk, and asked Blue to throw him out.

The next day, Murong Bowen brought a group of elves to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

"Yesterday night, you kidnapped my soldier and tortured him harshly, forcing him to tell him the trick of training the Empty Beast. Murong Bowen said angrily.

"No, absolutely not, I saw it last night, a friendly brother looked miserable, thought he was going to do something stupid, and invited him to drink, I don't believe you asked him to strip naked to see if there were any scars. Wang Qiang said with a resolute face.

"You're suddenly training the Empty Beast today, what's the matter? ”

"There is no comment on the secrets of the camp. After speaking, Wang Qiang shook his hand and left.

"Battalion Commander Murong, is this the end of this matter?" said an elf.

"Double the night patrol, plus ten dark posts. The lights are turned off at 0:00, and no one is allowed to leave the camp without permission. Murong Bowen said.

"Yes," said an elven soldier.

In the twenty-fifth dark fort, the patriarch of the tiger tribe, Sangra, rode the first four-grade peak fierce beast, the lion and tiger beast, to patrol the camp. Tiger soldiers with strong bodies and fluffy faces are reinforcing the city defenses.

At the edge of the camp, a group of fourth-grade intermediate evil tiger beasts were gnawing at the corpses of immortals and war beasts. The flesh and blood eaten are flying, and the competition is continuous.

Woo, from afar, the sound of the horn of the enemy's attack. drove the beasts into the camp and closed the gates. Rows of tigermen and spearmen stood on the wall, and herds of porcupine beasts lined up along the wall. Griffons flew into the sky, and giant rhinoceros dragged heavy catapults in an arc. Twenty thousand war beasts lined up in front, with fifty thousand evil tiger beasts on the left and right.

The smoke and dust were billowing in the distance, the ground was rumbling, the two-headed Meiqira beast covered the sky and the sun, and nearly 1.2 million immortal war beasts of the four legions swept in like a tsunami. Wherever they passed, huge trees turned into earth, and boulders turned into mud.

The sky darkened, and the griffin beast herd had already crashed in, and in the immortal empty beast herd, one by one, the empty beasts on both sides fell like raindrops, smashing out clusters of bright blood flowers.

Groups of porcupine beasts shook their bodies, shooting waves of arrows at the smoke and dust, one after another war monsters roared in the sky, spitting out photon roaring bullets, giant catapults, throwing boulders, tiger people pitching spearmen, throwing two-meter-long throwing guns.

Heaven and earth are like a rain of bullets. Intertwined into a picture of death.