Vultures is now an angry bull, with blood-red eyes. He kept roaring, smashing all the jade bottles he loved, and a few guards at the door were terrified, and they didn't dare to come out. And several vulture warriors kneeling on the ground were also trembling.

"You rice buckets, what's the use of keeping you?" Eagle Zhuang kicked a few times, and the powerful force of his feet kicked several Vulture warriors who fled back into rolling gourds.

This still doesn't understand the hatred, and he went up and stepped on it a few more times, and after hearing the screams of the vulture warriors, he said irritably: "Come on, drag them down and feed the dogs directly." ”

"The patriarch spares his life. A few vulture warriors kowtowed like garlic, but the vulture was as hard as iron, and waved his hand one after another, asking the guards to pull these people out.

Within two minutes, there was silence outside the door.

The vultures slammed his fist on the stone table, and then it shattered, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to kill my son, I will use the entire Wingman tribe to accompany the burial." ”

At this time, an old man who had been standing beside him said in a cautious voice, "Patriarch, what are you going to do?"

"What else should I do? You immediately summon the warriors of the whole clan to avenge my son's blood hatred. ”

"That's not right. The old man said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean, Vulture, don't you want to avenge my son?" said Vulture, furious.

"The patriarch is angry, his subordinates don't mean this, it's just that Chief Huba's order is imminent, and we are ready to go, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to send troops to the Wing Clan at this time, right?"

"It won't take half a day to destroy the Winged People tribe. Eagle Zhuang sneered with great confidence and arrogance.

"Yes, if you really want to fight, the Wing-Slayer will not matter for a second, but the patriarch seems to have forgotten that the swamp poison gas that lasts for three days every ten has begun to permeate, and the danger of this naturally goes without saying. And because of the winter preparation of hunting supplies, we have delayed a lot of time, and I am afraid that if it drags on any longer, Chief Huba will be a little unhappy. ”

Vulture stomped back and forth a few times in a somewhat irritable manner, and said angrily, "Could it be that this matter can only be put on hold for the time being?"

The old man sneered and said, "That's not necessary, in fact, I think there is a safer way." ”

"Oh, what's the solution? ”

The old man whispered in a low voice: "After the swamp soil is poisonous, all kinds of lizards, poisonous dragons, and predators will stay for half a day for a short time, hunting, mating, and so on. As long as you send a few people with a large amount of epimedium pollen and let them, then they will cause trouble, and as long as we guide them well, we can attack the Winged People tribe. ”

Eagle Zhuang stared at his eyes like a copper bell, gasped and said, "This trick is too ruthless, you are completely sending someone to die." Once poisoned by the swamp gas, few survive for more than two days, and will die of decay all over their bodies. And in the process of attracting the beast, there will definitely be people who die there. ”

The old man said indifferently: "Aren't there still death row inmates in our cells?

Eagle Zhuang touched his chin, all of which were stubble beards, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "That's okay, I'll do it according to you." But whether these prisoners will be obedient or not, you have to be careful. ”

The old man's eyes showed a confident light and said: "The patriarch can rest assured, after tasting again, there will be brave men." Once they are promised freedom, these slaves will do their best for the sake of their families, even if they fight for their lives. ”

Eagle Zhuang nodded, and said in a deep voice: "This matter will be left to you, as long as you can attract two or three beasts, it will be enough to destroy the entire Wingman tribe." I hope to hear good news from you along the way. ”

The old man bowed slightly, and said calmly: "The patriarch is waiting for the good news." ”

......

At this time, all the subjects of the Wingman tribe were mobilized, digging and burying traps, cutting down trees and moving stones, placing sharp arrows and stone knives in all corners, collecting flame stones, rotting corpse meat, etc., preparing to make this place like an iron bucket.

It's just that the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel.

The foundation of the Wingman tribe is too thin, and there are really not many things that can be taken out of their hands, even the arrows are made by cutting bamboo into tips overnight. The traps they built were rudimentary, and you can imagine it. Of course, something is better than nothing, and there will always be some role in a pinch.

In three days, the effect can only be described as unsatisfactory.

Zheng Zheng stared at Yi Qiē silently, to be honest, judging from the current situation, if the Eagle People Tribe really all dispatched, he didn't think that the Wingman Tribe had the possibility of turning around.

But with the addition of yourself, it's different.

Now, it's just waiting for the Eagle tribe to attack.

Time passed in a tense and dreary atmosphere, and everyone in the Winged People tribe had a heavy heart, and the women, children, and children had been evacuated to a relatively safe location. The warriors wiped their beloved weapons over and over again, and their spirits crumbled all the time, and they were afraid that they would have completely collapsed before they could start fighting.

Ay!

This is the sorrow of weakness.

Zheng Zheng couldn't help but think of his own situation back then, Lingyun Pavilion was also in a weak position, and he always had to beware of the siege of the gates of the various avenues, and sometimes he had to be a man with his tail between his legs.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the sky was overcast with black clouds. The wind struck with the smell of earth, and flewing leaves in droves. Even if it's just the beginning of autumn, it still gives people the same cold as winter.

In the distance, a flock of birds fluttered in the sky as if frightened. The zebras on the ground also galloped wildly, bringing up puffs of smoke and dust, and the poisonous gas on the swamp had dissipated, but there were demonic beasts writhing back and forth for some unknown reason.

This unusual situation also made Zheng Zheng vigilant in his heart, and after thinking about it, he finally gave up using the three-flower pupil, but squinted his eyes slightly and stared into the distance, at this moment his back was no longer hunched, and his throat was no longer coughing.

A few dull beast roars rang out, and then the ground shook slightly. Always on the alert of the winged man, he looked up into the distance almost at the same time, and his eyes turned into a look of shock.

The voice, they are all too familiar.

"This is the sound of the swamp earth dragon springing, and now it's mating season, how do they spring? and it's still around here?"

"It's not just the earth dragon, it's the scaly crocodile. Yixiong's face also changed drastically.

At this time, at least a dozen people were rushing from afar, and the direction was the side of the Winged People tribe. Behind them, there were at least five or six ferocious monsters that made people talk about tiger color.

These monsters are extremely large, but they move at an astonishing speed on the swamp, and people are constantly being devoured by earth dragons and crocodiles in mud armor, leaving behind screams and sounds.

"Chief, look, there are vultures in the sky. ”

In fact, there was no need for them to remind him, Wing Xiong had already seen a few vultures gliding and flying in the sky, he had calculated everything, and he never calculated that the vultures would attract swamp beasts to plague the Wingman tribe in such a way.

"It's over......"