Lord Roar

Chapter 117 Poisoning
Instead of overthrowing the tyrannical rule of the vicious bear, this group of miscellaneous coalition forces assembled impromptu in the forest of ferocious beasts was beaten to the ground.

Seeing a few leaders who were already dead and maimed, the ferocious beasts who failed in the uprising had already been lying on the ground trembling like frightened sheep.

Allen hid in the dark for fun. It seemed that this gang of beasts had revolted for the first time. They were all like the door. Seeing that the boss was unreliable, the younger brothers all lay there and caught them without a fight.

And the wild bears in the wasteland are too lazy to kill this group of defeated soldiers. They seem to be used to this group of unsightly guys asking for trouble from time to time, which makes them have to clean up this group every once in a while. Give the itchy guys a meal.

The violent bears slowly sat cross-legged on the ground one by one, looking coldly at these overwhelmed guys.

This group of remnants and defeated generals are all crowded together, it seems that only in this way can they have a sense of security, even those fierce beasts who are full of ferocity and warlike nature lower their heads like ostriches, and even take a look Don't dare.

A giant gloomy wolf that seemed to have suffered only a little flesh injury crawled on the ground, and slowly moved behind the giant clawed tree that was already lying on the ground and rolled its eyes. After accumulating sufficient strength in the legs, he saw the opportunity, suddenly jumped high, turned around and ran.

The dark giant wolf is very confident in its own speed. It believes that as long as it keeps a distance, these obese evil stars will never be able to catch up with it.

The giant gloomy wolf is only an ordinary medium-sized beast, and its brain capacity is estimated to be not much larger than that of an ordinary giant wolf. Out of desire for life and fear of death, it chose to run away.

There is only one thought in its head, that is to run, run far away, as long as it escapes back to the group, it will never mess with these evil stars again, and even if it sees them in the future, it must go around them far away Walk.

This dark giant wolf's abacus is indeed very good. As long as it is not a direct conflict, this group of violent bears who have been sleeping all year round except for fighting, let alone running and chasing, usually don't bother to take two quick steps, let alone go. Chase this extremely fast dark giant wolf.

But not chasing does not mean watching helplessly. A wasteland bear was the first to notice the giant wolf running away without any hesitation. Ridge Sword Tiger broke off the blade sword on the back of Ridge Sword Tiger with one paw, and this unlucky ghost who was about to die wailed in pain. After struggling twice, he died completely.

The wasteland bear swung its thick arm, and the blade on its paw, like a shooting star, pierced into the back of the head of the giant dark wolf that jumped into the air.

The dark giant wolf, who had just been immersed in the joy of escaping from birth, didn't even have time to let out a scream, and the lifeless corpse fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

This scene not only silenced the whimpering beasts, but even Allen who was hiding in the dark applauded.

"This accuracy, this reaction, this explosive power, no wonder I walk sideways in the beast forest every day." Alan really couldn't tell, looking at the obese wild bears in the wasteland, they still have such a hand.

Several other wildland bears howled triumphantly, as if they were warning the gang of vicious beasts not to make any more crooked plans, and the horror in their eyes grew even stronger.

At this moment, the leading wildland bear that was riding on the giant claw tree suddenly tilted its neck and fell to the ground.

A few wildland bears hurriedly surrounded them, patting their leader's big belly with their paws.

Allen was also taken aback by this scene. The leader of the violent bear who was majestic and killing the Quartet just now fell down suddenly, and he didn't see it injured just now.

A moment later, the wilderness bears who had surrounded the leader roared loudly. Their big black and white eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and they twisted their big heads, constantly sizing up the group of trembling people lying on the ground. beasts.

After a while, several wildland bears landed on all fours, slapping the ground under their feet non-stop, and made a "woo woo woo" sound from their mouths.

There seemed to be strong sadness and anger in that cry.

After venting, the wildland bears stood up and slapped and kicked the gang of ferocious beasts who had already surrendered.

A wasteland bear with a piece of hair missing from its neck raised its paws and pointed to the distance, roaring a few times.

The ferocious beasts that were prostrate on the ground ran away howling miserably as if they had received an amnesty.

Fortunately, the direction of the bear's finger in the wasteland is completely opposite to where Allen is hiding. The gang of beasts have already panicked, so they don't care which direction is their lair. The bears can run wherever they point.

After a while, all the vicious beasts that could move, except the giant tree lying on the ground and the dizzy horned python, all dispersed in a hurry.

It's not that the giant clawed tree doesn't want to run, but the problem is that its neck is so swollen that it's hard to breathe, let alone run with everyone.

As for the horned-winged python, a rare and fierce beast, it doesn't even know its direction, and it's still turning in a daze. Eyes don't even have focal length.

Seeing the ferocious beasts fleeing, the wildland bears crowded together and surrounded their leader, whining and howling.

Babylon the Great, who was more than two meters tall like an iron tower, asked sadly: "Chief, what happened to it, it was fine just now."

Allen recalled it for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "It should be poisoned. The old chief told me before that the prophets of the tribe had left records. The poison of this horned winged python is very overbearing. Just now it bit On the belly of the wasteland storm bear, for some unknown reason, it's only happening now."

"Then is there any help?" Babylon the Great, as a warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe, has a natural affinity for the wildland bears, especially after seeing the bravery of these guys, even he, a barbarian, admires them all.

"How to save this, there is no serum, forget it, you don't know what it means."

Big Babylon hesitated and said: "Chief, Little Zack said that you once gained the friendship of these wild bears in the wasteland. As a friend, you can't just ignore death."

Allen sighed, stood up from the grass, and slowly approached the wild bears in the wasteland.

Counting this time, he has already dealt with this group of foodies three times. Except for the first time when he was in danger, the second time he got along with them was quite pleasant, but this time, the wildland bears were obviously emotional , I hope these foodies can still remember themselves this time.

(End of this chapter)