The Caveman Made Me Awesome

Balu's messy body fell into the loess with a crash.

Jun flicked the bone knife, and shook off Huang Bai's brains. Without even wanting to look at the corpse again, he went to kill another Zhi tribe warrior again.

Under the joint blessing of Zhu Wu, all the soldiers became extremely brave, as if there was endless power waiting to be gushed out of their bodies, and one of the trump cards of the Zhi tribe - the long Zhi insect was firmly controlled by the tree silk of the tree people , unable to break free at all.

The battle situation fell to the tribal alliance for a while.

Zhidi Chidi from the Zhi tribe was covered in bloody knife edges. He leaned his body, narrowly avoiding the oncoming knife blade, and spit out and cursed in a low voice.

"His mother has a slap! How come there are so many wishing witches!"

Chief Zhi, who was not far away from him, also had a bitter mouth.

Although the row of witches standing on the mountainside were just ordinary witches, the power of the witchcraft cast together was even more terrifying than that cast by the great witches.

He never thought that what they provoked was not a tribe, but a tribal alliance!

This also means that they have to face more than one witch!

But now is not the time to throw in the towel.

A sharp cold light flashed in Chief Zhi's eyes, he raised the machete in his hand and shouted: "Soldiers, kill those witches on the mountainside, the final victory belongs to us!"

"Kill!!"

Nearly 10,000 Zhi tribe fighters roared, no longer entangled with the alliance fighters, but rushed up the mountainside like a tide!

The tribal alliance will naturally not let them do what they want.

"--Hoo Hoo!"

All the warriors of the blood-striped tribe roared to the sky, blood lines protruded like earthworms on their thick necks, and blood-colored lines like blood vessels appeared on their skin. All the blood-striped warriors grew huge, ripping off their fur coats, and bravely rushed into the battlefield like giants.

boom!

Their fists became as big as iron watermelons, and they knocked down the first-level fighters of Zhi tribe to the ground with one punch.

The big Manggu of the Manggu tribe is full of fat.

These big reckless bullfrogs are shaped like bullfrogs, and they are usually fat and do not like to move. At this time, under the control of the reckless warriors, with a flick of their hind legs, they jumped three meters high and jumped over the heads of the Zhi warriors, like a small Standing in front of them like a mountain of meat.

"Crack, croak!"

The light green frog eyes covered with ice cracks turned.

The long tongue shot out like a spring, so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it, and the tip of the tongue wrapped around the neck of a Zhi tribe warrior.

The long tongue retracted, and the Zhi warrior was rolled and sent to Mang Gu's mouth.

The Zhi warrior was not weak, and immediately raised his spear to stab Da Manggu after he realized it. At this time, the manggu warrior jumped off the back of Da Manggu, and the stone knife pierced his heart cleanly.

"Hey—!"

In heavy snow and sunny days, two savage birds of pottery warriors were chirping.

They spread their huge wings and swept low over the battlefield. Their steel fan-like feathers aimed at the Zhai tribe warriors rushing forward!

The row of Chi warriors felt a pain in the face, and were immediately knocked down by a huge force.

Their leather armor was scratched, hanging miserably on their bodies like beggars' clothes, their faces and fronts were in hot pain, and the skin was scraped off with a layer of flesh and blood, looking bloody like blood people.

In Tu Shan's team.

Chief Tu Shan's face was covered with blood foam, and he raised his stone ax and shouted: "Kill! Tu Shan warriors, don't embarrass Xi Wu!"

Putai rides on the back of the Allosaurus Xiaote.

Xiao Te is covered with thick hard skin, like a small tank rushing through the enemy.

Every time it rushed to a place, Putai's bone knife accurately and timely slashed at nearby enemies, and the two sides cooperated extremely tacitly. After hearing Chief Tushan's roar, he also raised his arms and shouted: "Soldiers, let the enemy see how powerful our Tushan tribe is!"

The blood of Tu Shan soldiers was boiling.

Tushan warriors, such as Tudun, Hulu, Cangpan, and Zhui, rode their respective war beasts and fought bravely with weapons in their hands.

The Tushan crossbow and arrow team swept the formation for them in the rear.

Whenever a Tushan warrior loses to a Chi warrior, there is always a poisonous cold arrow that pierces the air sharply and kills the enemy in time.

However, the number of Zhi tribe fighters is 2,000 more than that of the alliance fighters. There will always be times when the Tushan fighters can't handle it, and the crossbow team can't take care of it.

At this time, Yong, who was struggling with the Zhi tribe warriors, suddenly had a cold spear stabbing fiercely from behind!

At this time, Yong's bone knife was blocked by the Zhi warrior on the opposite side, and there was no way to dodge it. When the spear was about to pierce the back of his heart, a bone dagger appeared silently.

Duan Ling's gaze was as cold as ice, and he slashed down with the dagger diagonally!

"Ding!!"

Under the horrifying gaze of the Zhi warrior, the spearhead was cut off abruptly.

Then Duan Ling turned the blade, and the dagger turned into a flash of white light, and cleanly wiped off the neck of the sneak attacking Zhi soldier.

Yong looked at Duan Ling with complicated eyes: "Thank you."

Duan Ling glanced at him and didn't speak, he pursed his lips like a lone wolf cub, turned and went deep into the center of the enemy.

Although he was only a second-level fighter, he was flexible in stature, and with the blessings of eighteen Zhu Wu, he actually beheaded two third-level fighters.

"Our Xia tribe will definitely not be inferior to the Tushan tribe!"

Duan Ling licked the warm blood on the blade, thinking expressionlessly.

He held a saber, the dagger flashed white, blood splashed, and he fit to kill another enemy.

The Zhi soldiers were firmly stopped by the alliance soldiers and could not rush up the mountain.

At this time, a faint and strange sound of witchcraft suddenly appeared behind the battlefield.

Chief Zhi's face brightened.

Their great witch finally stopped absorbing the source stones and came out to help them!

The chief witch of the Zhi tribe stood behind surrounded by Zhi warriors with a yellowed bone staff. He was thin and covered with complicated bone ornaments. The eyes seem to be quenched with poison and ice, and the darkness is as deep as a deep well, making it difficult to look directly at.

His lips twitched slightly, and a series of sharp witch spells resounded around him like scratching glass.

The faces of more than 700 alliance soldiers who were closer to the big witch of the Zhi tribe were blackening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the muscles in the eye sockets shrank like an old man.

The movements of these soldiers became much slower, as if they were carrying hundreds of catties of boulders on their backs, and some even spewed out a mouthful of black blood.

Halfway up the mountain.

The six witches of the alliance formed a circle at the fastest speed with livid faces.

With a crisp sound, the heads of six or yellow or white bone staffs slammed together heavily.

These witches are all thin and thin, with dry hair, gray or white hair fluttering in the strong wind, their eyes are protruding, and their mouths are exaggeratedly opened.

The next moment, the same sharp and ear-piercing sound of witchcraft suddenly came from their mouths!

This continuous witchcraft sounded like an evil ghost wailing mournfully, and also like a knife scratching the wall of the pot. It was so unpleasant to hear that it made people want to hit the wall with their heads in their arms.

The eyes of all the witches were strangely bright.

Following the sharp-toned sound of witch curses, some witches' cheeks gradually shrunk, until finally only a thin layer of skin sticks to the bones, looking like a skeleton.

Some of the curse witches suddenly had two strange blood-colored blushes on their faces. The skin of some witches was cracked like dry ground, and the dry skin fell off horribly.

In a battlefield that only witches can see.

Following the curse of the great witch of the Zhi tribe, a huge amount of black and green energy poured towards the nearby alliance fighters like a fog.

But now, the same huge black and green energy suddenly surged from the six witches, blocking the energy of the big witch of the Zhi tribe.

The two sides are colliding fiercely.

The witch spell intercepts!