The Misty Isle Game: I Can See Hints

Chapter 78 Severe damage to the werewolf tribe, support by the embarrassing people (please vote for the third update!!!)

"Listen up, everyone. As soon as I make a move, you will follow suit, pull the string, and shoot the arrow."

Inside the Mongolian tribe, Xia Feng spoke to two hundred Mongolian tribesmen who had put on "equipment".

These are all fighters who will participate in the battle later. Although they cannot use system equipment, Xia Feng still let them put on the animal bone battle armor.

In this way, at least one layer of protection can be added to the body, and the weapons in their hands have also been replaced with superior-level weapons, and a small number of people are even equipped with lightning crossbows.

In the past, warriors of the Mongolian tribe used stone spears and other weapons. Only some powerful warriors would have iron weapons. Now it can be said that shotguns are replaced by cannons.

In addition, Xia Feng also made them wear gas masks, and gave each of them a healing elixir and a detoxification pill.

All of their weapons were coated with narcotics.

Just wait for the battle to start, and immediately rush forward to overthrow the werewolves of the werewolf tribe.

In front of the Mongolian tribe, Meng Kuo held a red spear and faced hundreds of werewolves alone.

"Lang Yong, you are here."

He stared at the tall werewolf who was walking in the front and riding a black wolf.

As the patriarch of the werewolf tribe, Lang Yong did not ride the silver wolf king, but let a werewolf walking beside him ride it.

Xia Feng guessed that the werewolf should be the werewolf who returned to his ancestors as Meng Kuo said.

"Meng Zhan, tell him to come out and meet me. If he is willing to crawl under the patriarch's crotch, he can let you go today."

The wolf bravely rode on the black wolf, and said proudly.

Today, he is going to get rid of this unsightly human tribe. This is really a happy day.

"Lang Yong, did you eat wolf dung before going out?"

Meng Kuo shouted with a cold face, his muscles tensed up, ready to strike at any time.

"What, Meng Kuo, if you want to eat wolf dung, the patriarch will fulfill it today..."

As soon as Lang Yongchengquan said the words, he suddenly saw a figure flying up from the Mongolian tribe, and threw a fireball the size of a millstone towards him.

At the same time, with a thunderous "hum" sound, a long arrow pierced the air and shot at a werewolf who was half a body behind Lang Yong.

Also at this moment, dozens of Mongolian warriors emerged from their ambush and shot at the werewolves with their lightning crossbows.

Although they can't exert the true power of the equipment, they can still do ordinary operations.

Those Mongolian warriors who were in charge of pulling the wires also pulled down all the bolts of the spirit pattern bombs buried in the ground when the battle started.

"Crack..."

There was a slight sound of pulling the bolt. Normally, Lang Yong and the others would definitely be able to detect this movement.

But now, several attacks came and successfully attracted their energy, completely oblivious to the movement under their feet.

"Unexpectedly, the human race also learned to sneak attack."

The wolf tribe beside Lang Yong looked at the flying fireball and said with disdain.

His name was Lang Teng, and he also held a bone spear engraved with spirit patterns in his hand. He used this bone spear to pierce through Meng Zhan's abdomen three days ago.

The irony is that he also relied on sneak attacks at the time, a typical fifty-step laugh at a hundred steps.

As Lang Teng said, he jumped up from the back of the Yinyue Wolf King, a mass of red blood surged from his body, spread to the bone spear, and poked at the big fireball.

Lang Yong glanced at Lang Teng who was rushing out, and then at the arrows that were shot with terrifying fluctuations, his eyes were a little dignified.

He didn't expect that there were such masters hidden in the Meng tribe, and he didn't even dare to be careless in the face of this arrow.

"Fortunately, I left behind. Otherwise, I might not be able to destroy the Mongolian tribe today. The human race is indeed a difficult race."

In a flash of thought, Lang Yong rushed out, and took the initiative to meet the arrow shot by Mengze.

"boom", "clang"

The two voices sounded indiscriminately, and the spear covered in blood light pierced the big fireball, and there was a violent explosion in the air.

The broadsword in Lang Yong's hand also accurately hit the arrow shot by Mengze, violently flying it out, and using the force of the arrow, he returned to the front of the werewolf team.

However, as soon as Lang Yong landed, a feeling of heart palpitations emerged in his heart immediately.

"Rumble..."

Like the roar of a tsunami, the huge roar of the sky thunder resounded from the werewolf team.

Hundreds of spirit pattern bombs all detonated at this moment.

In an instant, the sky filled with mud, blood and flesh splattered, and the werewolves were blown to pieces like paper.

More than 300 werewolves, under the bombardment of the spirit pattern bomb, killed more than half of them in just a few seconds.

That's not all, after the spirit pattern bomb detonated, a black powdery object floated in the air and was sucked into the body by the unaware werewolf.

Or, blend into their flesh and blood through the wound.

It can be seen that the wounds of those werewolves began to blacken, rot, and pus at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the toxin was spreading in their bodies.

Not long after the explosion sounded, Meng Kuo led the warriors of the Mongolian tribe to charge towards the werewolf team that had little fighting power.

"Wolf brave, die."

Meng Kuo held a red spear in his hand, and powerful spiritual power erupted from his body, and he stabbed bravely at the embarrassed wolf.

Lang Yong hadn't completely healed from his injuries, but now that he suffered such a sudden injury, coupled with the poisonous gas entering his body, his strength was no longer [-]% of his peak state.

Meng Kuo was blessed with a first-level weapon, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He stabbed with a spear, and the wolf bravely raised his knife to block it, but he was defeated.

"Bang bang bang..."

Lang Yong staggered back a few steps, looking at Meng Kuo in disbelief.

"Meng Kuo, how did your strength improve so quickly?"

"Die." Meng Kuo didn't say anything nonsense, holding a spear in his hand, he poked towards Lang Yong's heart.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Three arrows shot out from the Meng tribe at the same time, this time aiming at Lang Yong.

She could see that Lang Yong's condition was not good, so she resolutely displayed her special skill of Three Stars Lianzhu, and cooperated with Meng Kuo to besiege Lang Yong, trying to create a greater advantage for Meng Kuo.

On the other side, Lang Teng, who had just defeated the fireball, looked at the clansman who died tragically behind him, his pupils turned red instantly.

Holding the bone spear, he was about to rush forward to help Lang Teng, when more than a dozen golden swords swooped down from the sky, blocking Lang Teng's way.

"Your opponent is me."

Xia Feng hangs in the sky, looking down on Lang Teng from high above.

"Human race, die for me."

With red eyes, Lang Teng swung his bone spear, and roared angrily, knocking back the golden swords.

In the process, he saw his clansmen fall one after another.

The anger in my heart has already reached ten feet, but it is of no avail.

The werewolves were like fish on a chopping board, being slaughtered wantonly by the warriors of the Mongolian tribe.

In the direction from the Mongolian tribe to the awkward tribe, the leader of the awkward tribe who had just led his tribe arrived, his face suddenly changed when he heard the loud noise from the werewolf tribe.

"Call..."

The patriarch of the Haoren tribe stretched out a finger and put it in his mouth, and blew a very penetrating whistle.

"Chirp..."

Not long after, more than a dozen huge embarrassing eagles flew from the sky, and under the command of the patriarch of the embarrassing tribe, they flew towards the werewolf tribe.

As for herself, she led the awkward people into the Mongolian tribe, rushing to the werewolves for help.

　Chong Chong Chong, brothers, vote for Dust......

　　
　
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