The first thing Kuoya wakes up every day is to inquire about the battle situation on the front line. When hearing the wonderful things ahead, a heart is like a cat's claws, but he can't rush forward to kill all directions. His position is on this mountain where there is not even a weed.

The top of the mountain is the back of Beilong Canyon and the commanding heights of the entire Beilong Canyon. Looking down at the mountain, you can see simple buildings and dung piles of livestock in the valley dozens of meters below. The people in the southern desert who had previously protected Beilong Canyon had already withdrawn, leaving behind wreckage and garbage all over the ground.

Continue to look down, cross the weeds on the hillside that were eaten by animals, and at the foot of the mountain, you can see observation posts like fences. Behind the posts, small camps are like nodes, forming dense networks, surrounding the entire Beilong Canyon.

Kuoya knew that there were at least one hundred or even hundreds of coalition warriors in those camps. As soon as the horn sounded, they could quickly gather together to form an army of ten thousand people, just blocking the retreat passage of the Tianzha Tribe.

Controlling the entire Beilong Canyon through nodes, and being able to form an army of ten thousand people in two hours in any direction is the measure of the coalition forces. It is very simple, but there is no way to overcome it. Similarly, the slightest teeth cannot change the voice and grow the orangutan to kill it, although he always wanted to do this.

"Oh!!!" I didn't know how many times it was, and I sat weakly on the dusty ground, not paying attention to the image of the shelter. I turned my head and looked at a small body hiding in the corner and didn't know what I was doing, yelling:

"Blood girl, what are you eating again..."

With the roar of the teeth, the small body suddenly stopped trembling, revealing a timid little face, but it was a girl the size of a little bean. The girl looked only five years old, with half-sparse and yellow hair, a thin, like a pitiful cat face, and an unknown black scum on her mouth, like a little mouse stealing from her mouth.

The little girl looked pretty, but she was really thin, with longing and panic in her clean eyes. Seeing the deer-like eyes, she couldn't help but sigh, cracked her mouth and exposed her teeth, and said kindly:

"Blood girl, you have a good fortune, you don't know how to pursue life just by just having a little bit of it. If you keep your mouth going all day long, won't your teeth be tired?"

The blood girl looked at Kuoya blankly and nodded fiercely. She was really sure of Kuoya’s teachings and stuffed the black jerky meat in her hand into her mouth. The next moment, two small bags of her cheeks bulged and chewed hard.

Just like Gao Feng taught Kuoya a lesson, Kuoya failed too. Kuoya also failed to this little girl who seemed to be reincarnated as a starving ghost. No matter what he said, the little girl just couldn't put down the food in her hands.

"I really don't know what Sanzha was thinking. He actually asked me to bring you with me, as gerbil-like courage. I'm afraid of anyone seeing it. Can I be a warrior? I remember that when Sanzha and I were in and out of the deserted camp, my blood flowed into a river. If you see it, you won't be scared to pee..."

Squatting beside the little girl, she stared at the little girl's cute cheeks with a look of remembrance, muttering with her bloody girl biting a bit of dried meat, glanced at the little girl, and focused on eating the food in her mouth, not affected by the little girl's nagging.

"Haha, two little kids? It seems that the Tianzha tribe will be defeated by me, Wushaman, today. Even if the beauty of Wanyu is still beautiful, Luo Ya may not be embarrassed to make money with me..."

A howling sound like a night owl called out to the spring came from behind Kuoya. Kuoya suddenly stood up and looked behind him, his eyes suddenly shrank. He saw an ugly man with a short stature but strong like a weight. The man did not take Kuoya in his eyes at all, and raised his eyes to Kuoya, which was the civilian residential area of ​​the Tianzha Tribe.

"Bold, who are you..."

Kuoya suddenly pulled out the huge fanged knife on his back and roared loudly. The bloody girl also put the jerky meat into the small bag on her waist. She lowered her head and rushed to Kuoya's crotch, holding Kuoya's calves, staring at the fierce and ugly Wushaman in fear.

"Baby, tell me the truth inside, I will surround you..."

Although Kuoya showed a tough and resolute attitude towards battle, Wushaman did not pay attention to it. He regarded Kuoya as a young attendant who slipped behind to play, and was a little bug that he could kill at will.

"Oh, die..." Kuoya is not a hairy child who has never seen killing. Seeing Wushaman's appearance, and then seeing the foot of the mountain, the coalition warriors who kept climbing upwards, wearing armor, naturally knew the other party's identity.

The Fangya Sword let out a wind roar, like lightning slashing towards Wushaman's forehead. Wushaman's eyes showed a hint of surprise. The sword of the slash almost reached the limit of ordinary warriors. I believe that few people can avoid this sword, at least most ordinary people cannot avoid it.

Facing the sword on his head, Wu Shaman sneered, stretched out two fingers to clamp the sharp fanged knife, his eyes were violent and cruel, and he was about to speak.

"Roar..." With a roar, the fangs knife suddenly shattered under the action of huge force. The sudden teeth suddenly lowered its head and bumped towards Wushaman. While rushing forward, the clothes on its body suddenly collapsed and turned into countless pieces. The golden yellow hair suddenly grew out of its body, constantly transforming into a violent beast.

The transformation of Kuoya was beyond Wushaman's expectations. What surprised him even more was that the ability of Kuoya's transformation was shocked by Huang Huoya's ability. Huang Huoya, one of the top ten tribes, could rank at least in the top few of ordinary protectors, and it was not bad compared to some half-step showing off, so Wushaman felt a little afraid.

On the top of the mountain, instant hesitation may cause an accident. The fear of Huanglu was applied to Kuoya. At the beginning, he judged Kuoya as an ordinary person. He suddenly could not accept Kuoya as a refugee. The moment hesitation made him hit the chest by the bull-like slaughtered.

After transformation, the gap in the teeth had great power, which was no less powerful than the high-speed ore truck. When caught off guard, Wushaman was like a scarecrow blown away, falling lightly towards the foot of the mountain. The drop on the hillside was more than 100 meters different, which shows that this time it would cause him a lot of suffering.

Wushaman, who was still flying backwards in the air, burst out with a huge roar. Only then did he realize that Kuoya would not fight with the yellow throat.

Hundreds and thousands of elite coalition warriors were like flexible apes, climbing up the rugged and steep hillside, and more coalition warriors followed behind, but they were in a posture together, looking up at the Wushaman flying above their heads in surprise. Before the Wushaman could fall from the sky, a huge roar erupted from the hilltop, and their eardrums were really bulging at the same time.

The huge human-shaped beast rushed down from the hillside in a rage, and the human-shaped beast was holding a giant rock more than two meters long in its hand. The giant rock came out like a cannonball, rolling for a few rounds and then falling heavily among the coalition warriors, crushing a bloody road. It was not only the giant rock, but also the monster.

Kuoya has been suppressed in the back mountain these days, and a turbulent heart is as entangled as seeing the girl he likes following another man. Finally, an enemy attacks the place where he is stationed. He forgot everything about defense and support and rushed out immediately. However, he was not used to his expansion body, and he jumped down the height of dozens of meters with a head-heavy head and feet. It would be strange if he didn't fall.

The height of a drop of dozens of meters is nothing to the thick skin and rough teeth. The fur comparable to metal armor made him immune to all the damage. The only thing annoying about him was that he did not choose a place to land when he jumped off, and he plunged head on the pile of animal manure piles three or five meters high on the ground.

Even though the surface of the manure pile was dry, he felt uncomfortable, let alone because of the angle of the manure pile, he rolled down from the manure pile and crashed into the middle of the coalition warriors. What's worse, he couldn't stop his body and walked by the warriors and continued to roll down the mountain. At this time, there was only a five-year-old little bead on the mountain?
Chapter completed!