In front of the two battle formations with clear barriers were two towering men who looked like two iron towers.

The strong man on the left is more than two meters tall. He has a face that combines the characteristics of a tiger and a hungry wolf, with a huge mouth protruding forward and intertwined canine teeth.

Coupled with the dense scars on his face and the scarlet eyeballs squeezed out by the scars, his sinister appearance looked more like a raider in the Wuthering Mountains and across the wasteland than the wolf rangers surrounding the Big Horn Legion.

Eater.

In fact, this strong man does have some blood from the wolf clan flowing in his body.

However, below the canine-like head, his granite-like strong and muscular body is covered with large reptile-like scales and carapace.

At first glance, it looks like a vicious wolf head growing on the crocodile's cavity.

This is a very obvious characteristic of mixed race people.

It is also an indelible mark on the rat people.

This strong man who looks like a "crocodile wolf" is already tall enough.

The strong man on the right with big arms and round waist is actually two or three heads taller than him, and is as wide as an arm. It seems that he weighs at least more than a hundred kilograms.

He is like a brown bear standing upright, and the hair all over his body is as dense as a steel brush, which is even thicker than a real brown bear. There is a bunch of bright red hair growing on his chest, forming the shape of a crescent moon.

I don’t know whether it was born this way, or whether it was during a near-death struggle, soaked in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and due to the high-intensity operation of the life magnetic field, it gradually grew into a majestic and different phase.

The strong man who looked like a crocodile and wolf held two full-moon scimitars engraved with mysterious runes, as if they had just been excavated from the depths of the earth, exuding bursts of ancient meaning.

The two scimitars seemed to be able to be connected end to end to form a complete ring-shaped blade, which not only firmly protected his vitals, but could also roar out, fly through the air, and harvest lives.

A strong man standing like a brown bear, with a huge mace on his shoulders - this thing also exudes the smell of earth and rocks moistened by hundreds of millions of years, probably some kind of huge ferocious beast a long time ago.

The thigh bone, after being infiltrated by spiritual energy for many years, contains a lot of trace crystal elements inside, and it actually shows a crystal clear and shining texture. Even if it stays on the shoulder of a strong man, it still exudes the feeling of a bear hibernating.

, a murderous spirit that is extremely difficult to provoke.

These two burly men with special bones, and the murderous strange weapons in their hands, were like two bottomless whirlpools, sucking out all the air around them.

In addition, the men standing behind them, silent, gnashing their teeth, looking fierce, with tense muscles, and the veins on their temples kept jumping and twitching, were also burning with invisible flames of war, frantically consuming precious blood.

oxygen.

The onlookers, including Ye Zi, who were surrounded by wandering eyes and hesitant expressions, all felt their mouths were dry and they couldn't breathe.

"Mountain dog, you greedy bastard!"

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time. The strong man on the right who stood up like a bear man finally couldn't hold back the raging flames deep in his chest. He swung the mace made from the thigh bone of the giant ferocious beast and slammed it on the ground.

The smash caused ripples to appear on the ground, and the hearts of everyone around him jumped three times.

"Could it be that you, bastard, have been so frightened that you have forgotten everything?"

The bear-like strong man glared with an expression of disbelief on his face. The thousands of bloodshot eyes in his eyes turned into thousands of unstoppable flying knives. They whizzed out from the eye sockets and hit the strong man who looked like a crocodile and wolf opposite him.

Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

He roared in an extremely hoarse voice, "Have you forgotten that when we were humble slaves, we and our relatives, friends, and compatriots were enslaved and insulted by those superior guys who called themselves 'masters'?

, oppressed, and even killed at will for no reason?

"Have you forgotten how many people died tragically at that time under the 'master's' whip wrapped with spikes and studded with barbs? How many people were nailed to the palms and soles of the feet by the 'master' and hung high on the city wall?

Withstand the scorching sun until they die alive; how many people have their hands and feet broken by their 'masters', cut out their wounds, and then throw them into the bloody maws of hungry totem beasts; and how many people are trained by their 'masters'

In the name of being a human being, he was beaten to pieces and beaten to death!

"Have you forgotten that when we finally had enough patience and rose up to resist under the leadership of the Saint of Ancient Dreams, those seemingly majestic 'masters' in the past who we thought were invincible turned out to be full of ugliness and vulnerable to a single blow——

They are human beings, like us, and can kill with swords, fists, and even teeth!

"Have you forgotten that we marched forward bravely and invincibly, and on the journey to Bairen City, how many old brothers and old friends fell in front of us and died trying to save our lives!

"When they died, their eyes widened, and with their bloody hands, they tightly grasped our armors and entrusted the future to our hands!

"It wasn't until we promised that we would inherit their legacy and follow their unfinished journey and turn the entire Tulanze upside down that they slowly closed their eyes and died contentedly.

"You promised, mountain dog, you promised these old brothers and friends, you will fight like them until your last breath, the last drop of blood, and you will not bend down, bow your head, or stop!

"Have you completely forgotten these words, these oaths, everything, mountain dog!"

Although the strong man as powerful as a brown bear no longer wields his huge mace.

But every thunderous roar he made detonated the air in front of the strong man called "Mountain Dog" on the opposite side, setting off layers of shock waves, causing the corners of the "Mountain Dog"'s eyes and mouth to twitch, and he squeezed out a

I don't know whether to cry or laugh, an expression of sadness, despair and helplessness.

"No...I have not forgotten...every face, every scar, every victory, everyone's sacrifice, and of course every oath...I remember them all clearly, and they will never be forgotten.

!”

The mountain dog spoke in a deep voice, one word at a time.

Each syllable seemed to be mixed with seventeen or eight barbs. When it was squeezed out from the depths of the throat, it brought out a cavity of flesh and blood like an arrow.

"Then how dare you say such words, how dare you make the proud rat warriors surrender to that despicable 'corpse dog'? You traitor!"

The strong man who looked like a bear was so angry that he roared to the end, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm came out from his fire-breathing throat. With a "poof", he hit the "mountain dog" squarely in the face.

Behind the mountain dog are his loyal confidants and siblings who have trained and fought with him for several years.

Seeing the general being humiliated, these people shouted violently, and their swords, which were already breathing flames of war, suddenly seemed to add fuel to the fire, suddenly shining a level higher.

Behind the strong man who looks like a bear, there are also a large number of brothers who have been through life and death.

They all slammed heavy weapons such as battle axes, war hammers, and maces onto the ground, creating waves that made their scalps and soles numb at the same time.

Seeing that a bloody battle is about to break out, fights between roommates are inevitable.

The strong man known as "Mountain Dog" raised his arms high, clenched his fists, and stopped the impulse of his limbs behind him.

"Red Bear, I don't need to tell you what kind of person I am, the entire Bone Camp, no, everyone in the entire Big Horn Legion knows it clearly!"

The mountain dog was expressionless, slowly wiping away the bloody spit, and said word by word, "In which battle in the past have I not been with you, scrambling to be the first?

"When faced with those clan warriors who were wearing totem armor and seemed as invincible as the arrival of gods and demons, how could I have frowned half a time, suffered half as many knives as you, and suffered less serious injuries than you?

"Do you think people like me are really greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Yes, everyone knows that the mountain dog and the red bear are the two heroes who fight the most bravely, get the most injuries, the most serious injuries, and are the least afraid of death in the Big Horn Legion. Even if we are shattered into pieces and fall into the maw of the totem beast,

I have to take my last breath and use my shattered arms to take out all the bezoar and dog treasures of this beast!"

Red Bear growled, "Because of this, I have always regarded you as my best friend. I thought we could walk hand in hand to the end of this journey. Even if one of us unfortunately falls down halfway, the other one can

Mount his bones on the weapon, swing it with all your strength, and smash the heads of those bastards!
Chapter completed!