Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

One of his men tried hard, and MI Ran'er's wrist was directly crushed and fractured by him.

Sweating with pain on her forehead, she struggled to get out of Merck's hands.

Who knows, this guy now clings to her, does not give any chance to let go, one hand drags her, the other hand covers the wound of the neck, walking towards the cave.

"You let go of me, Merck. If you are injured so badly, you will die if you don't go to bandage immediately. Is the territory of a tribe more important than the life of your patriarch? Isn't the territory of your Eagle tribe also very fertile? Why do you have to occupy other people's territory? "

Mi Ran'er was speechless. Feeling the pain on his wrist, he gasped and said nothing.

Merck is speechless. She just drags her to the entrance of the mountain.

The other caves were filled with children's howling.

The eagles dragged all the old and weak women and children out of the cave.

At this time, Gus and others who have solved the problem of the lions return.

"Merck, let go of Ran'er, let go of the white wolves."

Gus glared at the pale Merck, and saw that he had been covering his neck, and his hands and feathers were full of blood. Gus was speechless. "You are injured now, and you can't benefit from us. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, these young males of the eagle clan will be folded here!"

Gus's threat is of little use.

Merck pulls miran'er into her arms and clasps her neck with her hand.

He threatened Gus with his eyes and said, "come on, I'll cut off the girl's neck if you come.".

"Don't worry, Gus. I'll be fine. This Merck has been scratched on his neck by me. He doesn't have any room to resist. I'll protect myself and you go to save others."

Miran'er, bearing the pain, said to Gus quickly.

Gus saw that she didn't look very well, but at least she could speak. Now Merck can't say a word.

Gus clenched his teeth and made a gesture with the back of his hand.

Then, slowly raise your hand.

"Merck, if I don't do it, don't you just want the wolf tribe? Can I give you half? Just leave this mountain and a little bit of forest near it for us... Not half? What about two-thirds? "

Gus said as he approached the top of the mountain.

Merck looked at his movements and was anxious to roar, but the vocal cord of his neck seemed to have been scratched by Miran. Now he couldn't make any sound except some painful sobs.

"Merck, we have been neighbors for so many years. At least we have some friendship. Can't we give us a living? You can kill all the orcs of the white wolves. What about the uncivilized beasts of the white wolves? You can't kill it all, can you? Once the seeds of hatred are planted, they will have more chances of revenge than us in the future... "

Gus said that he had got close to the nearest cave. Then he raised his hand and quickly threw the nearest Eagle at him. He opened his mouth and directly bit off his fragile neck.

Merck saw this scene and breathed hard, trying to summon his wings out.

But at the moment, he was so badly injured that he could hardly summon his wings. Suddenly, his legs softened. He clasped mi Ran'er's neck and fell to the ground.