"Rumble"

The thunder was loud, but the rain was pattering.

In the distance, dawn is approaching, it seems dark but not dark.

The field was densely piled with corpses of stupa and trumpet buds, and smelly green blood mixed with rainwater flowed around.

Several members of the hunting team died, and the defense line retreated from the open space outside the fence to the fence.

He Chen was already numb.

Everyone is numb.

Numbly waving weapons, numbly watching the tribesmen die, numbly watching the Bada butterfly falling from the sky and being swallowed by the big food flower.

When he died, he was also numb.

But they looked at the flag with satisfaction in their eyes.

The Blood Palm flag set up by the Morning Witch has not yet fallen!

He Chen stood next to the flag, wielding the stone knife and slashing at his body, while Suicune was right next to him, attacking the trumpet buds or mouthflowers that he didn't have time to resist.

His arms were sore and weak, and his eyes were a little dim.

He suddenly realized it.

This is great prehistory!

This is an era when the bloody law of the jungle prevails!

There is no Pokemon handheld device, no hot-blooded 2-shounen manga, and no sub-genre animation.

Some are just naked predators of the weak.

If you don't work hard, you will perish.

If you don’t fight hard, you will perish.

If you are not cold-blooded, you will perish.

Some elves came to the Holy Mother with the benevolent hearts of their previous lives, but in the end they harmed the tribe.

"Hoo, hoho."

Suicune next to him stopped attacking and took a few breaths.

Even if it is a mythical beast, it will be tiring. One-on-one is fine, but this kind of human sea tactic...

There are many scars on Suicune's body, and there are several flying blades stuck in his strong thighs.

There are too many buds and trumpet buds, and it is almost unbearable.

He Chen gritted his teeth.

There is a flag here. It is the first time that the tribesmen know something like a flag. Their understanding of the flag cannot be changed!

The flag is something that must be protected with all one's strength!

This is the belief he wants to instill!

"not good."

He Chen had been preventing attacks from powerful special moves such as Sun Flame before, but now their defense line has retreated to the fence, and there are some big flower-eating moves below that cannot be blocked!

"ah--!"

The mouths of more than a dozen giant food flowers condensed with light, ready to go.

"Suicune! Baddie! Attack those big food flowers quickly!" He Chen yelled.

With so much sunlight and flames, the fence will never be able to withstand it, and many people may even die.

There are only a few Bada butterflies left, and Suicune is also weak.

However, they still listened to He Chen's words and aimed their attacks at those big food flowers.

"ah--!"

However, a large number of trumpet buds and mouthflowers blocked the attack.

Only a few giant food flowers were hit by the attack.

"How can these big food flowers be exposed to the blazing sun!"

The light in the mouths of those big food flowers grew stronger and stronger, and He Chen's eyes widened.

"It's over."

But after a moment of depression, he regained his fighting spirit.

"If there is no fence, we still have to fight!"

He Chen felt furious.

The temper of the Chinese people is that they will bite a piece of your flesh even if they die.

The fence is gone, and like dirt, it will bite you to death.

"boom--"

Sunlight flames, large and small, spurted out and shot towards the green insect tribe, forming bright and dazzling light paths across the night sky.

The faces of the Green Insect Tribe were full of despair, and some women even started to cry.

"Suicune, leave quickly!"

He Chen closed his eyes, hugged Xiaobai tightly, and curled up.

Grass-based ultimate moves can do a lot of damage to Suicune.

At this moment, a melodious and deep cry sounded.

"What-!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked up at the top of the mountain, where the sound came from.

"Grandpa Baidie!"

Everyone shouted in surprise.

"Grandpa Baidie?"

He Chen opened his eyes and looked solemn.

They all know that Grandpa Baidie is very powerful, but Grandpa Baidie is very old.

The reason why He Chen never invited Grandpa Baidie was because he didn't want Grandpa Baidie to be overworked.

After all, who in the previous life had ever seen a boxer boxing in his 80s? If you throw a punch and miss the person, you may twist your waist.

Grandpa Baidie is equivalent to this kind of old person.

He Chen was very worried that Grandpa Baidie would die because of the battle, which would be disastrous for the Green Insect Tribe.

Because of Grandpa Baidie, the green insect tribe was able to live in this meteorite mountain while resisting pressure from all directions.

Others didn't know, but He Chen knew that the Yellow Insect Tribe was able to develop and grow on its own because the Green Insect Tribe blocked most of the attacks from the elves in the south and east.

Otherwise, due to the fact that the Yellow Insect Tribe does not have super high combat power, it would have been destroyed long ago.

It was only the presence of the Green Insect Tribe, or Grandpa Baidie, that allowed them to recuperate and recuperate.

"Grandpa Baidie, is it okay..." He Chen murmured to himself.

"The elder is very strong." Shuijun comforted He Chen.

"What-!"

As Grandpa Baidie's old and powerful voice sounded, a misty light shield rose up, covering the entire settlement at the foot of the mountain.

Skill - Hold on!

"Securing such a large area..."

A hint of surprise flashed in He Chen's eyes.

"Pfft——"

Sure enough, the sun's flames hit the photomask almost at the same time as it rose, causing ripples.

The photomask fluctuated, but it failed to break the photomask.

"Hold it!"

He Chen couldn't help but marvel.

The other tribesmen cheered directly.

"Boys, dance with me!"

At this time, Grandpa Baidie's voice sounded in everyone's hearts.

He Chen looked up.
To be continued...