Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 175: Accommodation
The Great Snake Cave is very messy, so the news spread quickly.
The people with the blood machete attacked the elite of a group of golden undead spirits, and the news that both sides died together spread all over the big snake cave in just a few hours.
The noisy Big Snake Cave all day long became quiet immediately.
Dozens of forces, large and small, have shrunk their staff. The elite masters who have gone out urgently return to their nests. At the same time, they strictly restrain their families and strictly prohibit them from causing trouble during this period of time.
Everyone stared at the blood scimitar and the golden undead, staring at the dead enemy of the pair, wanting to see what they would do.
If the two families desperately fight and... it would be perfect.
It's better to lose both.
There will be many enthusiastic people, eagerly rushing to help them who are dying to solve all their pain completely, and eagerly helping them bury their bodies, and most efficiently helping them deal with the various industries left behind.
The location of the Blood Scimitar is in the middle of the Big Snake Cave. There is a small lake with a radius of more than ten kilometers. It is surrounded by towering stone pillars and stalagmites. It is supported by dense stone pillars and stalagmites. Ten stone castles of varying sizes.
The thick, solid stone fort, naturally only the elite can enjoy it.
A lot of tents and shacks have been built by Blood Scimitar near the stone fort. The animal skin tents are used by ordinary soldiers to live, and those neatly arranged in the shack beside the trenches are naturally inhabited by the blood bends. Slave to the knife.
The criss-crossing trenches encircled an area a hundred miles in radius. Countless figures swayed in the trenches. The dome gave off a dazzling light, and occasionally swords and crossbows reflected dazzling cold light.
Several sneaky figures lay on the ground, slowly crawling towards the outer trench of the blood scimitar.
They gradually approached the trench. Seeing that the outermost trench was less than a dozen meters away, the ground suddenly collapsed. Several people fell into the sinkhole and were smashed by the dense spikes inside.
A lizard man poked his head halfway out of the trench. He yelled towards the mushroom bush hundreds of meters away: "Golden Undead's trifles, come and rush to the uncle's line of defense if you have the courage... …If you don’t have the guts, go back and **** your-old-mother’s milk-water, don’t be sneaky, shameful."
A very dull bowstring vibration sounded, and a cold light blasted out.
A big hand grabbed the lizardman by the neck and pushed him back into the trench. An all-metal six-foot-long arrow almost scratched the lizardman's scalp and sank deep into the dirt behind the trench.
The six-foot-long arrow plunged into the ground, leaving only a small hole with the thickness of a thumb and faintly emitting heat on the ground.
The sound of messy footsteps sounded in the trench, and the arrows that had just submerged in the ground exploded suddenly before the dozen or so blood scimitars stationed in this trench ran far away.
With a loud noise, a four-to-five-meter-sized piece of land was blown to splashes of earth and rocks, and the surrounding rocks were hit with smoke and dust. Seven or eight slaves screamed, and the flying rocks broke their bones and flew away embarrassedly. I went out crying.
The sound of shouting and killing suddenly came from the mushroom bush. Dozens of rats with red faces and frantic eyes screamed and roared, and rushed towards the trench.
In the chaotic trench just now, dozens of lizardman archers suddenly stood up, and they pulled away the light wooden bows and shot out the fluttering poison-tempered wooden arrows.
The arrows are like the wind. Although wooden bows are not powerful, these wooden arrows are also light and light, with a range of only about 100 meters, but they are enough to deal with these rat people.
The venom of the poisonous snake was quenched on the wooden arrow. After the skin was rubbed, the venom invaded the body. The heartbeat of these rat people became faster and faster, a lot of purple and blue ecchymosis appeared under the skin, and the pace became staggered. stand up.
But they rushed too fast before, they rushed to the trench after all, and then dozens of rat people exploded at the same time.
Each Ratman carried hundreds of mines used by miners to mine mines. The mines made by the Black Snake Region, compared to the mines that Wutie had seen, were originally used by the miners who belonged to the Wujia Stone Fortress. Thunder is more powerful.
Each mountain mine can at least blow up a large rock with a radius of seven or eight meters. Each rat man carries hundreds of such powerful mountain mines, and dozens of rat people carry thousands of them. Such a big killer.
The loud noise is endless, black mushroom clouds rushing up to a height of hundreds of meters, sections of trenches are blown down and collapsed, and every human body is blown up to fly. These human bodies are under the powerful shock wave. It was torn to pieces like a rag doll.
A trench of more than two miles long was completely flattened, and there was dead silence around. Many spies from the powers in the distance blew their whistles. Some people yelled strangely, admiring'Golden' in an obviously provocative tone. The man of the undead is more kind than the scimitar of blood'!
It seems to be irritated by this kind of provocative words that are obviously fanning the wind and igniting the wildfire. In the territory of the blood machete, in a few shack areas, large groups of rat people and dwarves are wearing ragged leather armor and carrying knives and guns made of fine iron. Swords and halberds rushed out of various weapons.
Almost three thousand slave warriors were also red-faced, their eyes flashing with frenzied fierce light, and ‘Ao Ao’ roared towards the mushroom jungle outside the trench.
The spies watching the battle in the distance laughed loudly. Someone clapped and stamped their feet and clamored, "It's so kind!"
With the wind, there was a sound of coin clashing with a ‘ding ding’. Someone was placing a bet on this assault of the blood scimitar, betting on who would win this assault.
The same fanatical, frantic roar came from the mushroom jungle.
Almost three thousand ratmen, dwarfs, and a handful of lizardmen archers rushed out of the mushroom jungle. They yelled loudly, rushed hundreds of meters in a messy formation, and violently collided with the slaves of the blood machete brigade.
Thousands of cultivation bases can be said to be absent, but the slaves who rely solely on physical power to kill have become a ball.
They were definitely given a special potion. They completely lost their pain and didn't know the fear. They just fought together like crazy beasts.
Fifteen minutes later, all the slaves on both sides died in battle, and none of them survived.
There was a lot of angry curses from the wind... It turned out to be a tie, and everyone who placed the bet lost everything.
In the mushroom jungle and in the shack behind the trenches, huge beasts wandered out. These **** guys came to the battlefield and happily sniffed the **** corpses on the ground. , Open your mouth and feast on it.
The beasts sent by both sides ate and drank enough. After swallowing the corpses on the battlefield, more than a hundred beasts turned and left at the same time, and no conflict broke out.
These beasts are worth more than those slaves.
There was no more movement in the mushroom bush. In the shack area, a group of gray dwarves rushed out, carrying various tools and began to repair the trench that had just been blown down.
The blood water stained the soil into black mud, and these gray dwarves worked swiftly in the **** mud, and soon dug deeper trenches on the spot. The mud mixed with blood and water dries up quickly. Because of the adhesion of plasma, these trenches are much stronger than before.
After several days of work, the blood scimitar and the golden undead fought back and forth like this.
The two sides didn't even send out a few soldiers who built the base, each time at most three to five thousand lowly status slaves were sent to fight together.
Similar conflicts have occurred dozens of times in a row, and the number of dead and injured slaves on both sides exceeds 100,000, but the leaders of both sides seem to be extremely patient, and no one has rushed to send masters to join the battlefield.
On Wu Tie's forehead, cheeks, and on the bare skin of his chest, hundreds of dark crystal scales were densely formed. The appearance of his head became extraordinarily thick, his lower jaw slightly bulged, his nostrils became thick, and a faint heat radiated from his breath.
There was a one-foot-long unicorn in the center of his forehead, and the black unicorn looked very important.
He is nearly three meters tall, burly and majestic, with bulging muscles under his slightly dark skin. He is carrying a full body in pitch black, and he is more than four meters long. There are ordinary people’s white tigers with thick thighs, just like carrying them. Like an iron pillar, he strode into the Great Dragon Cavern.
His appearance is a bit like the "dragon people" of the overlord group in the fire dragon region adjacent to the Black Snake Region, but the bloodline is not so pure, it should be a half-dragon of mixed blood.
The dragon people are known for being burly, strong, and infinite, with strong bones and strong defenses.
They are more reckless and domineering, cruel and tyrannical by nature, simple-minded, but extremely gregarious.
Therefore, there is no need for the dragon people in the surrounding areas. Even the most brutal and treacherous thugs in the Black Snake Region will not provoke them indiscriminately.
Heavy and furious, he kicked a limestone lizard that was blocking the road with a load of goods. Wu Tie broke into the Dalong Cave and stood in the middle of the corridor, looking left and right at the messy exit of the corridor. Shack area.
In the shanty area, the vendors who were selling their own goods with fancy words looked like knives, and swept through Wutie's tall and burly body, and then they quickly shifted their eyes at the same time, as if they hadn't seen Wutie.
No matter in terms of combat effectiveness, character, or even the forces behind them, dragon people are not good targets for business. These guys, if they didn't agree with them, they directly started the robbery. Murder and arson were just normal things for them, but their personal strength was very strong, and there was a dragon clan behind them. It was unnecessary or not to provoke them.
Wu Tie grinned and walked towards the depths of the Big Snake Cave step by step, carrying the white tiger crack.
While walking past a spacious animal skin tent, Wu Tie suddenly stood up and looked carefully at the huge animal skin hanging outside the tent door.
The untanned animal hides emit a strong fishy smell, and the four characters'recruiting soldiers and buying horses' are written in crooked red letters on it.
On the top of the animal skins, on the lintel of the tent, a half-foot-long blood-colored scimitar was embedded there, flashing a **** cold light that made one's mind shaken.
Several low-strength dwarfs stood under this animal skin. These skins were light red, their eyes were also slightly bloody, their small cheeks were twisted with muscles, and their complexions were ferocious and fierce.
These guys are not the gentle and submissive rock dwarfs that Wu Tie is familiar with, but their distant relatives, blood dwarfs known for their brutality and treacherousness.
Blood dwarfs are best at bullying and fearing hardships. Coupled with their cruel and treacherous nature, many unscrupulous forces like a large number of blood-raising dwarfs to serve as the bottom cannon fodder force.
"Big, big...what are you looking at?" The blood dwarf's talents of bullying and fearful of hardship were perfectly activated. Seeing that almost three of them, Wutie, suddenly stopped in front of him, several blood dwarves immediately turned to him. After a dozen steps back, he put on a posture ready to slip away at any time.
"You, here, recruit people?" Wu Tie pointed to the huge animal skin.
Several blood dwarves were dumbfounded, and looked at Wutie who was so much taller than them with a trace of awe. A blood dwarf who looked a little older stepped forward two steps, cautiously facing Wutie. Tie bowed his head and saluted.
"Honorable lord, your strength must be unfathomable with your size... We are under the blood scimitar, our chief has said that we are going to fight the golden undead, so we kindly invite the like A master like you joins."
In the ethnic culture of blood gnomes, larger creatures have more power.
So when they discovered that Wu Tie was not here to trouble them, they immediately showed their respect for Wu Tie.
"Do you care about the rice? Is there any other benefit?" Wu Tie reached out and grabbed several times on his bare chest. His sharp claws rubbed violently against the black scales on his chest and splashed. A glare of sparks.
Wu Tie spit on the ground with a cough of ‘whisper’.
'pop'!
On the hard rocky ground, a hole half a foot deep was sprayed out by Wutie's foam.
Several blood dwarfs gasped at the same time...Master, master, real master.
"Finally...sending money...there are other benefits, unexplainable benefits, as long as you do meritorious service, you can be the leader, be the leader~IndoMTL.com~be the leader...Hey, it’s delicious, okay Drinking, and the most beautiful woman... countless benefits." Several blood dwarfs rushed forward, and they threw themselves under Wu Tie's feet, stroking Wu Tie's bare feet in awe, while shouting loudly.
"There are so many benefits? In, I will join you." Wu Tie smiled brightly: "Making meritorious service? Just killing people! Well, I can't do anything else. Killing is the best at it."
Several blood gnomes are shaking with excitement.
They are busy reporting to Wu Tie that the blood scimitar master who is really responsible for recruiting manpower is not here, but is waiting not far away. They sent two blood dwarfs to lead the way, and diligently led him to find a high-level person who was really responsible for recruiting manpower.
Wu Tie laughed. He looked back and saw that opposite the tent of the Blood Scimitar, less than 50 meters apart, at the door of another huge tent, the same few blood dwarves were straight. Hooked staring here.
On the lintel of that tent, there is a golden undead emblem of Wutie's memory.
Seeing Wu Tie strode away with the blood scimitar, several blood dwarfs over there murmured a few words in a low voice, and hurriedly divided the two into the chaotic shack area.