Original God: People are among fools, working from nine to five

Several caravans pulled by horses raced down the avenue one after the other.

The miners sat in the caravan in front of them, while the Millelith stood guard in the car behind.

In the beginning, it was actually the Millelith Army that led the way, and the miners sat in the rear.

But since one time, the convoy was stolen by the hilichurls behind, and by the time the Millelith army in front noticed that something was wrong and rushed back, there were no more miners left, and most of the survivors were hung up.

The Millelith watched and listened to all directions, but they forgot to observe the caravan in the rear, which led to this tragedy.

Since then, Millelith has been keeping an eye on the rear to avoid visual blind spots.

At the same time, because the road has basically been developed, the danger from the front is greatly reduced, and even if there is a situation, even if the horse stops, the Millelith army in the rear directly meets the monsters blocking the road.

Sitting on the caravan, Zhang Yuan's expression was extremely subtle.

He was hurt by the undulating caravan, but in order to maintain the master demeanor that he had just built up with great difficulty, he was embarrassed to complain.

He couldn't help but look at the Ray movie in front of him.

At this time, Lei Movie was also uncomfortable, in the middle of a group of tall muscular miners like a hill, Ray Movie still relied on the advantage of long enough hair to show a sharp corner.

Although the general temporarily stopped the function of her nose and temporarily isolated her from the stench of the outside world, the height difference of too cute made her only look up at people.

This made Ray a little unhappy, and there were drops of muddy sweat hanging from the thick armpit hair of those strong men's armpits.

Even if Lei Movie is a heroine, no matter how much he refuses to summarize, he is not willing to let himself be stained with that liquid.

So Lei Movie curled up his body, looking from a distance, like an irregular oval.

This miserable appearance made Zhang Yuan laugh dumbly.

And Lei Movie, who obviously noticed this, immediately replied with a fierce glare.

It may be that the Venerable God does not know how cute he is in this young girl form, and his every move exudes a natural silliness.

If she knew, she probably wouldn't be grinning at Zhang Yuan like a bulging little seal.

The caravan suddenly braked suddenly, and both the miners and the Millelith Army were suddenly shaken.

Lei Ying only felt a sudden strong inertia, and before she could struggle, she fell into the arms of a strong man.

Close-fitting clothing and muddy sweat have a "close contact".

Lei's brain was suddenly empty, and the whole person was stunned in place as if he had repeatedly lost his soul.

Before the Millelith could stand their feet in the mess, they felt the caravan shake, as if something had passed it.

The leader of the Millelith Army finally got up, and saw that Zhang Yuan was already standing in the middle of the field.

Opposite him were dozens of hilichurls of different shapes and hideous faces.

Led by a few muscular arms and faces with invincible hilichurls, they are the notorious hilichurl thugs, whose famous stunt windmills have ended the journeys of countless adventurers.

It uses its big axe to tell people that the big windmill can not only spin and turn, but also

pick and turn...

And those who are armed with sticks, in different postures, and with a mask on their faces, are ordinary hilichurls who are not so fierce.

But it was this ordinary hilichurl that brought the greatest trouble to the Millelith Army.

Although they are not strong individually, they are numerous and difficult to deal with.

It is precisely because they are stalking with the Millelith soldiers, even if their legs are broken, they have to cling to the thighs of the Millelith soldiers, that they will give the mob hilichurls a chance to spin.

The final outcome can only be heavy losses.

Originally, these two hilichurls alone were difficult enough, but the appearance of the last hilichurl with more intricate patterned masks shocked the leaders of the Millelith Army.

They hold large flags of different colors in their hands, dance strangely on their feet, and chant words in their mouths.

Although these hilichurls do not have strong bodies, they have highly developed brains and have mastered the mystical scripts that circulate within the hilichurls.

Despite their small stature, they are the wise elders of the hilichurl tribe.

They are – hilichurl shamans.

They have mastered a way of pulling elemental forces, and although this method is primitive, the power of the gathered elemental energy should not be underestimated.

No matter how strong the hilichurl thugs were, they only mastered primitive hand-to-hand combat abilities.

But these hilichurl shamans can steal the power of the elements like the wielders of the vision.

Although the leader of the Millelith Army had never fought with such hilichurls, he had seen their introduction from the Monster Book during his training.

The book says that a number of hilichurl shamans have gathered and even have the power to threaten the walled human towns!

The leader of the Millelith Army couldn't help but panic a little, he wanted to remind Zhang Yuan to be careful of those dwarf hilichurls, but Zhang Yuan was already gearing up and rushed straight up.

He gritted his teeth, drank his men who were still in shock, and after a brief formation, he wanted to rush forward to help.

However, when he raised his head, the whole person was stunned.

Zhang Yuan's fist was like a dragon, and at some point he had already touched the front of a hilichurl shaman, and with one punch, it knocked its small body several meters away, deeply embedded in a boulder, and did not even have time to let out a scream.

Without waiting for the hilichurls to react, Zhang Yuan kicked the ground with both feet in succession, and in the same way, the other two hilichurl shamans flew out in the same way.

The refreshing axe in the hilichurl thug's hand stopped even for a second, its eyes wide as brass bells, and it couldn't believe what it was seeing.

The only remaining brains he had could not comprehend how the humans in front of him had appeared in so many places in a matter of seconds, pasting their shamans into stone tablets one by one.

It even glanced at the Millelith Army on the side, who was also stunned, a little confused, and scratched its hair in some confusion.

These guys, they haven't fought before, why have they suddenly become more powerful?

The shamans reacted and began to wave the giant flags in their hands.

A shaman summoned a purple circle of thunder and lightning that roared, and a shaman summoned a tornado that danced around with a whistling sound that scraped the ears.

Another shaman summoned rock fragments, allowing himself and his two companions to be jacked up in an instant, allowing them to cast spells from a high vantage point.

The lightning and the tornado gradually merged, and a terrifying thunder dragon was born from the sky, roaring loudly at the ground.