The Chang'er tribe is located in a reef cliff area not far from the dark tide seashore. The terrain is very high, facing the sea.

But this is not a good thing.

A reef cliff with a vertical height of more than twenty meters from sea level cannot guarantee the safety of the tribe.

Regardless of the natural disaster and tsunami, the extremely short distance means that even some sea beast monsters that can temporarily leave the sea have the opportunity to attack them. After all, they climb the reef cliff or jump 20 meters. For most of the large bodies or bodies The sea monster with a sucker is not difficult.

As long as the tribal chief with normal IQ will not choose to settle the village here.

The Chief of the Long Ears is not a fool, and the tribe's presence here is also a decision he made helplessly.

The other parts of the Phillyn Plain have been occupied by other aliens, or they have been assigned to their hunting grounds. The long ears belong to very weak tribes in the entire alien race-not that there are few young people. That kind of weakness, but the body of the people of their own clan is not strong, and there is no special ability on the surface-there is no strength to compete with other alien races for survival space.

Therefore, the Changer people are naturally crowded into the living space by others. In the end, they can only choose to live in such remote and dangerous places.

"Chief, it doesn't work like this. In just one month, three people have died because of catching the sea!" A middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears said dissatisfied: "Don't say it's a child to supplement the population, even if it is Now those children do n’t have enough food. It ’s hard to say if they can live to adulthood! If we continue to do so, I am afraid that the Chang'er tribe will perish in a few years! ”

"Rongka, don't worry. This situation is only temporary. I will definitely find a way for the people to live in peace. You must believe me!"

The other Bunny who talked to the middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears, that is, the chief of the long-eared tribe, looks similar to Rongka, but he is slightly older. Although his body is thinner, he is only tall by height. The words were so high that they were not even rabbit-like, with a long ancient yellow scepter still in the hands full of calluses.

That represents the identity of the Chief of the Rabbit-Man tribe. Legend has it that the first generation of the Rabbit-Man tribe planted the first magic plant ‘Amarant Hollow Bamboo’ planted in his hometown.

Incidentally, although this thing sounds very big, it is not special in itself, it is just a status symbol.

The patriarch of the Chang'er clan had inconceivable tiredness on his face. Obviously, he hadn't slept well for a long time, but there was no despair in his eyes, and he still said very firmly: "Just a little more patience ... "

"Brother! If we continue to do this, let us ignore it, ordinary people can't afford it!" Rong Ka looked at the chief nonchalantly, and finally he gritted his teeth and said the words in his heart.

"Are we really not surrendering to the Greyclaw tribe? Although the long ears do not have any fighting power, they are one of the three oldest aliens after all ... as long as we are softened, even if they look at the ancestors' faces, Would you take the lead for us? Even if there is no way to get back the original land, as long as you can leave this ghost place and settle in some rich land! "

"Rongka, I know you have this idea because you are worried about the people. I can forgive you this time, but don't mention anything else."

The chief of the Bunny tribe, Rongka's biological brother, rarely said in a very severe tone: "The group of gray claws has deteriorated! We can't mingle with them, let alone bow down to them! Although the Bunny tribe never did The degree of slavery, but at least cannot surrender to those who have renounced the glory of their ancestors! "

"Abandoned the ancestor glory? Brother, you mean ..."

Rong Ka saw the meaningful look in the other's eyes, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, showing an incredible expression.

But before he could say it, a somber and fierce voice came from not far behind them.

"What **** ancestors are glorious! It seems that the blade-tailed boss is right, even if you are rushed to such a place, you will not be honest!"

The two long-eared rabbits were unaware of anyone approaching, and suddenly turned away in shock, seeing that they did not know when, not far behind them, less than 300 meters from the long-eared tribe, Two figures appeared.

One is that there are almost no differences between the appearance and the werewolf depicted in the Knight novel, except that from the top of the head to the spine to the root of the tail, there are strange people with bright red mane.

Rongka knows this guy. He is the head of the most famous werewolf among the insidious and devious gray werewolves, Bloodclaw Nederland!

That sentence should be what he said.

The other one has a far more unusual person, nearly 3 meters in height, and looks like a tiger's head without any expression, but the indifferent eyes alone make the long ears feel extremely depressed and fearful. If you look closely, you can also find that his two large canines have exceeded the limit of the upper and lower lips, and they protruded from the outer edge of the jaw like a short knife, adding a bit more vicious feeling.

Although Rongka had not seen the other party, the moment he saw the other party, he thought of the recent emergence of the tigers and warriors with ancient sword-tooth ancestry on the Firling Plain.

"Here is the hunting ground of the long ears!" Even though the long ear chiefs were already face-to-face, they still stared at the pressure these two men had stood up to them and asked, "What's wrong with you here?"

"Huh, it's pretty fierce, but that's it ..."

Bloodclaw Nederland licked his sharp claws and glanced at his companion, his eyes full of fear: "Is it you or me?"

"Come on, I have no interest in bullying the weak." The Tiger Warrior said lightly.

So Nedran smirked and rushed towards the Chief of the Bunny Man: "By the order of the sword-tailed king takes your life! If you blame it, blame yourself for being so weak and so annoying!"

His claws were sharper than a sharp knife, and the crimson nails waved like splashing blood, so he got the title of blood claw.

However, in his opinion, the incomparably weak Bunny Chief was wielding a slender bamboo pole, relying on dexterity and weird movements, far worse than his strength, and playing back and forth with him, even his own arms and bodies. Several green and red marks were drawn from the bamboo poles on his face and his face, which were hot and painful, but his paw did not even touch the corner of the other's clothing!

This guy was unexpectedly strong, and he was fooled by his bamboo-like appearance!

"Damn--!" Just when Nederland was in a rage and wanted to fight with each other, you were killed, but his companion flew a long way.

"Stop, you are not an opponent of this guy."

The Tiger Warrior is finally interested, and looks at the Chief of the Rabbit Man with interest: "You are very good. Are you coming to be my man? I can let Mr. Daowei openly let you go."

"Sorry, I refuse," said the Chief Bunnyman without hesitation.

"That's too regrettable." After finishing the Tiger Warrior, he opened his stance and hammered directly at the Bunny Chief.

Unlike Bloody Claw Nederland's swift and swift attack, the Tiger Man is totally clever and has almost no tricks.

What's more terrible is that the bulging muscles not only filled him with strength in every move, but even gave him unparalleled explosive power-his attack movement was very fluent, and there was almost no 'combat' chase ' Skills, but every action is as explosive and powerful as an explosion!

After being evaded several times in a row and being forced into the corner, even if the Bunny Chief tried his best to block, he was still blown with a punch from the opponent, and unlike Hamidland, this blow directly broke his body by more than five. One-half of the bones are basically dead without witch doctors and herbs.

"Brother!" Rongka hugged the chief of the Bunny-Man chief who was lying on the ground and was continuously vomiting blood, shouting sadly: "How are you?"

"Use martial arts ... to bring smiles to the clan ..." After the Bunny Chief gave his scepter to Rongka, he stopped breathing in the other's arms.

"So what are you going to do," Tiger said, looking at Rongka with a distorted expression, and asked lightly: "The promise you just made is still valid. Are you going to inherit that guy ’s legacy or are you loyal to me?"

Holding a scepter in his hand, Rong Ka was silent for a long time, and finally burst into a stern laugh.

"That being the case, there is only one choice!" He stood up, broke the scepter on his knee, and then said to the Tiger: "That is to swear allegiance to you!"

"Hahaha!" Tiger Man laughed out loud: "It seems that you bunny guys are also a bit interesting ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It is so interesting! I changed my mind and will not destroy your race !!"

Rong Ka leaned down slightly, just like the loyal courtier waiting for the reward, waiting for the other party's words.

"From now on, you are the new Chief of the Bunnyman!" The Tiger Man didn't hesitate, promising him the chieftain's position.

Seeing that this farce was about to end, suddenly a voice came from the fork leading to the dark tide beach.

"Are the people at the end of the sword? You really like this kind of drama of the brothers' wall, is it because of the bad taste of the tail?"

"What?" The tiger man turned his head and looked in that direction, then his pupils dilated slightly.

The orthodox heir of the Grayclaw tribe, who has died in the tail of the sword, mane eyes and gray claws, slowly walked towards them along the road: "I was just trying to take a rest on the side of the long ears, In preparation, it now appears that the followers of the **** of the game, the player's first battle in the West, will use you to worship the flag. "