Red Dragon Roar

(Chapter 47 published yesterday has been revised a bit)

"My king, this is the third batch of giant eagle scouts that have lost news."

The owner of Kazarin frowned slightly. There were not many giant eagle scouts sent out in each batch, but since yesterday, the loss of contact has occurred one after another, and even the most witty little bird did not fly out. come back again.

It was as if there was a ruthless net in the sky, grabbing them all and cutting off the news.

Kazarin's master was a little restless, and the haze in his heart gradually increased. That piece of lies that he had never looked at directly seemed to suddenly appear a beast that chose people and devoured him.

The feeling of being out of control in this situation made him very uncomfortable.

Could it be that there are other creatures behind that barren wilderness that make him feel frightened?

impossible!

In the past six months, he has always been familiar with the information of the Wolf Fang tribe, which is a group of weak gnolls, plus a group of disgusting underground creatures.

This group of low-level reptiles actually dared to disobey the giant's orders!

Simply, unforgivable!

"My king, those little birds may have flown to where to play. You don't have to worry about cheating. Those **** jackals are destined to pay the price for their stupidity today!"

The ogre chief Agron knelt down on one knee facing the "Lord". A few days later, except for his broken arm, which could not be recovered, his injuries were already very good.

Now, the ferocious wounds all over his body made him look even more fierce.

Agron longed for war, never so much. Ever since he lost to the despised gnoll, he even dreamed of killing that guy. He needs to wash away the shame branded on his soul with the blood of the gnoll leader!

"Agron, as a rare double-headed ogre, you didn't expect to lose an arm and run back from the gnoll camp. I think you should not go to this war, lest you accidentally Lost my life there."

A sarcastic jeer came from the other side of the wood, a group of humanoids with mossy green skins or sickly grays.

Their arms are disproportionately long, their upper body posture is always inclined forward in a strange arc, and their slender knuckles are dragged to the ground, leaving deep scratches, which only look somewhat similar to orangutans in appearance. .

They are trolls, a subspecies of giants, terrifying creatures whose names and appearances reveal the ultimate evil aura, and just a glance at their evil faces makes one shudder.

Trolls are so skinny that they don't look very sturdy compared to the stronger ogres.

However, if you really want to think that trolls are bullying creatures, you are very wrong.

Although their limbs are slender, they are surprisingly powerful.

They generally do not wear any armor or clothing, and do not use weapons.

Because their skin is covered with rough particles and bony lumps, they have a terrifying defense comparable to scale armor. Their fangs and claws are natural weapons, and they are sharper than ordinary blades.

In addition, trolls have unparalleled regeneration capabilities, and severed limbs and even severed heads can be regrown in just ten minutes.

The powerful attack power coupled with the perfect regeneration ability makes this group of "undead monsters" extremely terrifying.

In El Baf, even three-year-olds sing the horrific song "Children's disobedient, trolls are knocking on the door."

"Vol'jin, I warn you, that guy's head is mine!"

Agron looked at the troll leader in front of him and let out a low growl of warning.

"Is that the wild dog that cut off your arm?" The troll leader showed his sharp fangs, "The Lord said that whoever occupies Huangyangang first will be the new lord, so don't blame me for not giving it to me when the time comes. Your face."

This is a powerful female troll. In the adult sacrifice ceremony, she tore off her head and limbs to sacrifice to the clan, but she mutated and grew two heads and four arms, and awakened from this. With his arcane abilities, he became a great troll shaman.

After a very short period of time, Vol'jin defeated the troll chieftain through the "level war" within the trolls and became the new leader.

There is no doubt that this troll with a height of only four meters is much more powerful than the two-headed ogre.

"Wojin, I only want the head of that wild dog, and I won't take the position of Lord Huangyangang from you."

Agron watched vigilantly at this group of trolls who even ate themselves when they were hungry. Unless the war broke out, he would never have had any interaction with this group of monsters.

Vol'jin let out a mocking sneer, then ignored him, turning to look at the huge figure in front of him, his voice low.

"My king, the trolls have come by your sign and will tear apart all your enemies for you."

Seeing the powerful troll clan, the unease in the heart of Kazarin's master completely dissipated.

Yes, his monster army is several times stronger than those wild dogs. He is the uncrowned king of this region. No matter what the strong existence of those wild dogs is to rely on, he is not afraid!

"Listen to my orders and step on Huangyangang!"

With an order, the entire Kazarin monsters roared out.

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"Leader of Wolf Fang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hundreds of ferocious animals were found at the border, rushing out of the jungle and heading towards our camp."

"Leader of Warwick, traces of ogres were found 30 kilometers east of the camp. The number is about 500. The leader is a double-headed ogre."

Warwick squinted slightly, the guy whose arm was chopped off by him was not dead.

"But this time, it's not so lucky." He sneered.

"Goblin, how are your trap preparations?"

"Any creature who dares to underestimate goblin technology will pay in blood, my lord."

The green-skinned goblin paused, then continued: "This group of ferocious animals with low intelligence, smart goblins will make them come and go!"

Warwick nodded slightly. He had seen the power of the trap with his own eyes. It was a terrifying force that could definitely poke a hole in the head of an adult fierce wolverine.

It's not unreasonable for the owner to reuse these frail guys, there are really two brushes.

Warwick stood on the wall, looking up at Kazarin further away. Ogres and ferocious animals have already appeared, and there are two powerful clans hidden in the wilderness, trolls and giants. In addition, there is no movement in the sky, and the horned eagles and griffins mentioned in Hua Luo's intelligence are still unknown. Where.

Inexplicably, he became very excited, and the boiling blood told him that he had fallen in love with the feeling of war. Perhaps, this is the ferocity of the gnoll's own bones, but he has completely excavated it.

"Prepare to fight, let's leave an unforgettable lesson to this group of arrogant guys today!"

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ps: The first update, still at the train station, is tiring. There are two more updates, but it may be a bit late, go back and continue!

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