Bright Era

"Damn it, I want to gnaw his head into a skeleton myself!"

The strongest violent headhunter leader looked at the light green palms, and roared furiously.

The poisonous gas in the swamp is not very powerful, but it explodes quickly, and it penetrates the body so fast that it is helpless. He could feel the poisonous gas like countless little maggots squirming in his body, his bone marrow was itchy, and his muscles were a bit paralyzed.

As a rough estimate, he fell into the swamp once and got a little poisonous gas. Before he found a wizard to detoxify himself, he could only exert 70% of his combat effectiveness. But no one cares, even if it is only 70% combat power, it is enough to clean Enzo and the others.

Raising the banner and waving it, a large group of barbarians circumvented this headache-inducing swamp, rushing towards the slowly walking Enzo and others like a wolf. The oncoming wind had a strong smell of sea, which let the barbarians know that the sea was not far away. If Enzo's heads cannot be chopped off as quickly as possible, the prey is likely to flee.

Let so many heads slip through the fingers? That is a serious crime that cannot be tolerated.

"Kill them, hack them to death, chop off their heads, and offer them to our god!"

The barbarians roared frantically, their eyes lit up as they watched Enzo and others walking slowly.

High in the sky, a silver-white guillemot flew slowly, with strange ghost fires shining in its eyes. It was condescendingly overlooking everything that happened on the earth, like a **** overlooking Enzo and the actions of the barbarians.

On a hill hundreds of miles away from here, a man and a woman stood side by side, and a light curtain with a radius of 100 meters in front of them flickered, showing everything that Guillemot had seen in front of them. There were three light red magic lines on the left and right cheeks of the man, other than that, he was no different from a strong human man.

Only from the huge golden lion head ring that he wears on his finger can identify his identity. Among the orcs, the royal family is known as the royal family, and the clansmen of the golden lion family who often sit on the throne of the orcs. This young man who seemed to be in his early twenties could not see any orc characteristics on his body. He had fewer orc characteristics than the Golden Werewolf captured by Enzo. Obviously his blood was purer.

Tall, mighty, and every move reveals the dignity of the king, and the deep eyes are shining with the light of wisdom. The golden lion family is a rare and powerful race in the orc race with both strength and wisdom. This young man from the golden lion clan stood there with his hands on his back, turning his head from time to time to look at the tall woman standing beside him.

Wearing a set of gorgeous and unusual, with red and yellow as the main color, a huge gown embroidered with countless magic patterns, and a white gauze on his face, only showing two beautiful eyes that are like stars. The figure of this woman is extremely tall, even the same height as the youth of the golden lion clan around her, and a head taller than ordinary men.

If Lin Qi is here, he must be called to hell--the saint of the Continent Bridge Desert Temple, the saint Yin Qingyue who holds the supreme power in the desert temple, suddenly appeared on the edge of the Odin Icefield, and he was a clan with the orcs Members of the royal family were mixed together.

The two quietly looked at the images in the light curtain. When the violent headhunters were about to catch up with Enzo and others, the young golden lion said in a deep voice: "A group of brainless idiots! But, this is the violent headhunters. The fighting style. For this group of guys, there is no other way to let them survive on the battlefield. This is the only way."

Yin Qingyue nodded, her soft and sweet voice showed a few smiles: "Couldn't even your Royal Highness Leon be able to control these people?"

The golden lion Leon shook his head and sighed a long sigh: "It's other orcs or barbarian tribes, it's easy to say. But the headhunters of the violent headhunters, their brains are underdeveloped... They must be born with incomplete brain development. So, even me, there is no way to control them. Let them go, anyway, their combat effectiveness is very strong, and they usually listen to greetings, which is enough."

Yin Qingyue smiled softly, she said faintly: "They are very tenacious when fighting, and they are not afraid of death... So, can Your Highness lend me one hundred and two hundred thousand violent headhunters? The mainland bridge is missing. Such a brave and brave fighter."

Leon took a deep look at Yin Qingyue, a stunning light flashed in his eyes, and then nodded generously.

"If you want, I can lend you all the warriors of all the thirty-seven tribes of berserk headhunters attached to my name. There will probably be a million powerful barbarian warriors on the frontal battlefield. Enough to destroy more than three times the regular army of humans."

With a cold snort, Leon said calmly: "These barbarians are very fertile and survivable. Therefore, their population is growing very fast. Even if Her Royal Highness let them all be destroyed by battle, just try to destroy them. When the heads of the people are brought back, their tribe will be satisfied."

Yin Qingyue's eyes flickered for a while, and then slowly nodded.

Leon showed a brilliant smile like the sun, and he smiled to Yin Qingyue: "There is nothing good to see, this stupid human team is dead. Instead of watching the death scenes of their struggle and wailing, would Your Royal Highness be interested, **** Tea art? I have high-quality tea from the Eastern Continent here, but it’s not the tea bricks of the black-hearted Western mainland merchants who deceived the lower-level tribes."

Yin Qingyue smiled lightly, turned around and walked down the hillside. There is really nothing to look at. There are more than 300 humans facing hundreds of crazy and violent headhunters, and their fate can be known without asking. Although Enzo has a lot of evil magic scrolls in his hands, this is not enough to widen the gap in their strength.

Leon, the golden lion, is not annoying, Yin Qingyue squinted and thought. Have a good talk with this unpleasant golden lion, perhaps through him, you can convince the heads of foreign races in Odin Icefield.

The elders of the desert temple have returned from the Titan Big Icefield, the legendary God Falling Icefield, with empty hands. They have not found a way to bring the **** of the desert back to life. What drove these elders crazy was that not only did they return empty-handed, but the most deadly source of the gods in the desert temple disappeared without a trace, and the treasury of the desert temple for countless years was also swept clean.

The furious elders beat the Lord of the Temple to the soul, and Yin Qingyue, the saint woman, was also greatly affected. Although she still barely maintained the position of the saint, her power is in danger. She must do something to restore it. Own reputation and power.

The only feasible way for Yin Qingyue now is to form a coalition of Khanates within the control of the desert temple, break through the easternmost iron cliff defense line of the western continent, and let the sturdy nomadic cavalry sack the eastern plains of the western continent, using piles Harvest to calm the anger of the elders in exchange for the support of those powerful Khanates.

In this way, even if Yin Qingyue cannot be the saint of the desert temple, but at least he can still serve as a priest or high priest, even if he enters the elders to provide for the elderly, it is better than being directly into the abyss by the cruel elders of the elders. Strong.

Leon is the partner Yin Qingyue found through various channels.

With Leon’s promise, it would be a bit bigger if Yin Qingyue used a million violent headhunters to break through the iron cliff line of defense. We must know that the iron cliff defense line mainly guards against the nomads on the Continental Bridge, which is far less defensive than the Norman Fort. If a powerful alien army can attack the Iron Cliff Fortress, it is likely to break them in one fell swoop.

As he walked, Yin Qingyue, who had already made a decision in his heart, chuckled and said: "I can't imagine that His Royal Highness Leon is not only powerful, but also so knowledgeable. Even Qingyue herself is not very proficient in such elegant things as tea art."

Leon laughed aloud, his aggressive eyes swept over Yin Qingyue's bumpy body, and he said in a low and powerful voice: "Then, you have to taste your Royal Highness. Well, I have sent someone to inform my father. , You can meet your father soon."

The two walked off the hill, and the magic light curtain arranged by Yin Qingyue exploded into countless fragments of light.

Under the hillside is a campsite that stretches for miles. Large groups of powerful lion warriors and guards of the desert temple patrol around the campsite, culling all creatures that dare to approach. Where Yin Qingyue and Leon passed, all the lion men and the guards of the temple knelt and saluted. The camp was quiet, but there was no sound at all.

Leon led Yin Qingyue into a huge king's tent made of golden leather, and soon the elegant fragrance of tea came from the tent.

Under the high flying guillemot, Enzo glanced back at the violent headhunter who was approaching less than three hundred steps away from him. He suddenly screamed, turned around and squeezed the crossbow, and quickly pulled the trigger. The warriors under his command turned around neatly and made a loud'quack' at the finger grip. Nearly a thousand crossbow arrows tore the air, with a piercing sound, they plunged into the savages' queue. .

The celestial barbarians waved their weapons and awkwardly split the arrows that were shot in front of them, but there were still three celestial barbarians who were shot through their bodies by pure steel arrows, and they carried a **** arrow.

However, other barbarians did not have such good luck. After nearly a thousand crossbow arrows were shot, at least hundreds of barbarians howled miserably and were pierced through their bodies by as few as three or five as many as six or seven arrows, and broke open on them. A hole the size of a bowl.

Hundreds of barbarians rolled and fell to the ground. More than fifty people were shot and killed on the spot, and nearly fifty people were seriously injured. Their tumbling bodies tripped their companions behind them, and suddenly a large swarm of barbarians rolled over in embarrassment. On the ground.

With a wave of Enzo's hand, another magic scroll was crushed by him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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