I Can See All The Bosses’ Drops

In the forest path of Jufeng Mountain, a group of mighty Cyclops is shuttling among them.

At this time, almost every Cyclops here was covered with countless scars and scars, large and small, which looked shocking.

Even though their faces were full of exhaustion at this moment, it still couldn't stop them from moving forward.

Because there is their warm home ahead of the road;

Because their families are waiting for their triumph at home;

Waiting for them to bring back the exciting news of a complete victory in the war against magic.

At the front of the line, a Cyclops from years ago asked a robust Cyclops beside him:

"Father, is it really worth it for us?"

Although it was not the first time to ask, the young Cyclops still couldn't help asking.

Thinking back to when the Cyclops tribe dispatched almost tens of thousands of troops to support them, now only less than a few thousand people have returned alive, not even one-tenth of the original number.

When he thought that among the sacrificed Cyclops, there were the elders in the clan he loved and the companions he grew up with, the young Cyclops' face was full of sadness.

Kanmora looked at his son sadly, and said with emotion:

"Moda, I have said it many times, and this is the last time to answer your question."

"If we can't even protect the homeland we live on, when the demons rule the mainland, how many people in our group will be able to escape the evil hands of the demons?"

Looking at the silent child, Kanmora continued:

"The answer is: no."

Then Kanmora seemed to be explaining to the child, and as if comforting himself, he murmured to himself:

"Sacrifices now bring peace in the future. Only in this way can our ethnic group continue."

"If everyone is timid and unwilling to use their full strength, the ending will not be like what we are seeing now."

As Kanmora said, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the blue sky outside through the branches, feeling emotional:

"How many races were brutally wiped out in this war; how many strong men of each race fell in this war;"

Unknowingly, Kanmora's single eye was covered with mist, and he said softly:

"Who will ask if they are worth it?"

"Father!"

Kan Moda looked at his father deeply.

At this time, Kamoda felt such a sensitive and vulnerable side from his father for the first time.

The team behind them also stopped at this moment, and everyone was staring at the bloody figure.

At this moment, he was no longer the fearless Iron God of War on the battlefield, but just an ordinary patriarch.

An ordinary giant who felt sorry for the catastrophe suffered by hundreds of clans.

Under the leadership of Canmora, a group of people entered the teleportation array through the cave with a bright vision for the future.

I thought that at the other end of the teleportation array, there were people from my tribe waiting for me to clean up the dust for everyone.

However, everything in front of him made Canmora, the iron-blooded man, burst into tears instantly.

When each of the cyclops returned to this land of day and night thinking, the sound of painful wailing instantly resounded between the heaven and the earth.

"Who did this!"

Kanmora's one eye was burning with raging anger, and he roared vigorously.

Even facing millions of monsters from the Demon Race;

Even if you are in danger again and again;

Even if it is facing life and death countless times;

Even the one-eyed tribe almost all died in the anti-magic battlefield...

Canmora has always taken it easy.

But it was such a man who was not afraid of life and death, but after witnessing the scene in front of him, a monstrous flame ignited in his chest.

At this moment, the Cyclops rushed towards the village that had been razed to the ground one by one, howling in pain.

"Father, mother~"

"My son!"

...

In a dark and humid water prison, Lin Yi and others listened to Kan Moda's story with great emotion.

The few girls present at the moment were already in tears, and even the ignorant Wang Zixin was infected and had a sad face.

Although Truth Kyoko would come here to chat with Kan Moda from time to time.

But these words were the first time I heard Kamoda say them.

Perhaps it came from a woman's sixth sense, Makoto Kyoko looked at Kan Moda in disbelief, and asked cautiously:

"Who did this? Demon Race?"

Truth Kyoko would love to hear Kamoda say yes.

But to the disappointment of Zhen Kyoko, Kan Moda looked at Zhen Kyoko apologetically, and then revealed the secret that had been hidden for hundreds of years:

...

"Baqi Tribe!"

Kanmora looked at the figure who stepped into the air in disbelief, and asked with endless anger in his one-eyed eyes:

"You did it?"

In the void, a ghostly man with eight snake heads on his head said in a sinister tone:

"Yes, I did it."

"why!"

Before the other party finished speaking, Canmora asked in an angry roar.

It was hard for him to understand, as one of the hundreds of clans in the Lafam Continent, it would be fine if they didn't go to the battlefield to resist the demons, why would they be so ruthless against their own clan behind their backs.

I don't understand, it's hard to understand!

Kanmora's one eye instantly turned red.

"Boom" sound

The body instantly turned into a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the ghostly man, roaring:

"Go to hell!"

Kan Moda saw it from below, and cried out sadly:

"Father!"

An iron fist was burning with flames and came straight to Yaqi's face.

After the other party did such a thing, Canmora no longer needed any explanation.

Because no matter how reasonable the explanation is, it cannot be forgiven by Kanmora.

At this moment, between the Cyclops and the opponent, there is only immortality.

As the patriarch of the Cyclops clan, Canmora has a demigod-level power.

In terms of strength, Canmora and Yaqi are actually evenly matched.

But now Canmora's body has not recovered from the huge wear and tear of the anti-magic war.

How can such Canmora be an opponent of Yamata in its heyday?

As expected, Yaqi easily escaped the attack from Canmora.

After the punch missed, Canmora, who was about to continue to chase, suddenly felt a huge pain in his abdomen.

Baqi suddenly appeared in front of Kanmora. At this moment, Baqi's fist was pressing against Kanmora's abdomen.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, Canmora blasted straight into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

When the dust and smoke dispersed, Kanmora stood up in a huge pothole in embarrassment.

He looked at the haughty figure in mid-air with one eye full of blood,

"One day, I want you, the Baqi clan, to pay in blood!"

Then no one expected that Kan Moda just watched Kan Mora rushing towards the nearby Bayi City and blew himself up.

That piercing howl from Baqi, that huge explosion that resounded through the heavens and the earth, even though hundreds of years have passed.

At this time, the sound is still in my ears, and it is always echoing in Kamoda's ears.

As the head of the Cyclops clan, he failed to die on the anti-magic battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people who belonged to a hundred clans, how sad!