In the lush grass, there was a wave of swaying, and Dobrador vacated himself in a shiver.

Patting the steel hyena that was still moving on him, Dobrador said helplessly, "Master Tyrant, when you need it in the future, can you stop looking for me? Other people can do it too. Is it a bit wrong to ride me?"

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Dobrador is very troubled. He is the most powerful totem warrior in the Hyena tribe. His half body is a fusion of the most powerful totem beast in the clan, but now I regret it a bit, because the totem beast fused with himself It's only mother drops.

Now this steel hyena pig named Baba is a newly cultivated totem beast in the clan. Its appearance is the strongest totem beast ever, and it is very likely to grow into a king beast in the future.

To know the birth of a king beast, as long as the rods are well matched, it means that the quality of the next generation of totem beasts raised in the clan will be improved by three or four grades. The totem beast is powerful, and the tribe will be stronger.

As long as there is no accident with the Tyrant, the Hyena tribe with king beasts can compete with any of the five totem tribes in the future and become the sixth king beast tribe.

Therefore, all affairs in the clan revolve around the tyrant. As long as it wants to do it, no one will stop it. Even if it eats the newborn that is equally important to the tribe, no one calls for killing. On the contrary, it wants to fight the tooth. At the time, they took the initiative to send it up. For this reason, dozens of pregnant women were specially arranged.

But I don't know when, Ba Ba became obsessed with the beauty of Dobrador's animal body, and wanted to drive him into the grass.

Can he refuse?

He thought, but couldn't.

He once refused, but Ba Ba went on a hunger strike because he could not hesitate the beauties he was fond of. The shiny hyena on his body was once less bright. As a result, Dobrador was criticized by the whole clan, and then he was held down by four big men. On the ground, he just asked Ba Ba to give that.

The Ba Ba, who got his wish, had an appetite that day and ate the old food.

The old patriarch was very pleased, and the people were very happy. He was the only one who looked at the sky and shed tears, but no one comforted him. He was thrown aside like a child's tattered toy, and no one cared.

After that, Labrador will always be followed by four totem freak orcs. As long as the Tyrant thinks and screams, the four totem freaks will carry him and send him over, and then there will be an indescribable movement. It usually takes three shivering to end.

Being so oppressed, Labrador certainly wanted to resist.

However, after raising the heart of resistance, he found that he was very used to it. No, it should be said that his animal body cannot be separated from the tyrant.

What the hell.

Dobrador is aggrieved.

I have the intention to resist, but my body does not allow it. This...too bad.

Dobrador always thinks that there are so many totem warriors in the clan, and he is not the only one who is fused with the totem beast of the mother. Why is the bully not looking down on other people or other totem beasts of the mother? ?

Do you want to talk about it?

Cool.

But the body is cool and the psychology has something to do with him. Although he is a daughter, but the heart is pure masters, this experience makes him almost crazy.

I shouldn't, I should have chosen the second male totem beast fusion earlier, at least it doesn't need to be so bad now.

I feel that if this continues, sooner or later, my psychology will be abnormal.

Suddenly a sharp pig cry sounded.

"Ah~"

Then Dobrador also made a voice that he suppressed.

The steel hyena snorted, rolled over and got off the horse, the big pig's trotter patted Dobrador's huge buttocks, and shook his **** contentedly.

Dobrador watched with watery eyes as the leaving figure of Ba Ba flashed with a trace of sadness.

Hell, don't help my mother after I leave, hum, I don't have a conscience.

Then Dobrador suddenly shook all over, terrified at the thought he had just come up with.

I'm done, I'm a sign that I'm about to fall into the abyss.

Dobrador looked horrified, walking on four trembling legs, trying to get out of the bushes that gave him nightmares as soon as possible.

Following the direction of Ba Ba's departure, Dobrador began to walk towards his temporary camp, but not long after he walked, a stern pig cry rang in his ears.

Familiar.

He often listened to it every time he was done, and he heard it just now, but this time the pitch was raised several times. When they were hunting other pig mutants in the Great Wasteland, the pigs wailed temporarily after being stabbed.

Dobrador's instinct as the strongest warrior of the tribe made him feel bad.

This time, there are few totem beasts in the clan, and they are all kept in temporary camps. There is no reason or reason for the clan to harm totem beasts, and there are no pig mutants in this area. Finished hunting and ate.

Therefore, this pig cry is most likely from the Tyrant.

It received a fatal attack.

Dobrador judged instantly.

No, husband, bah, something happened to the tyrant.

Concerning the future king beast of the tribe, Dobrador panicked, and at the same time became angry. He must devour the life of hurting the bully. The bully was out of the jungle with him. There must be a shortcoming. , He could not escape the punishment of the tribe.

Dobrador rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Husband, bah, hold on to the bully, I will save you now.

...

Chen Fang learned from the scout who was sent to find a small group of totem freaks that a medium-sized totem freak camp was found somewhere, with a strength of about five hundred.

This number of totem frenzied orcs, no more than no less, is just right to cheer up the five thousand cavalry, and let them experience the strength of the art of war, so Chen Fang asked the scouts to lead the way.

After arriving at the totem mad orc camp, Chen Fang found that the terrain was flat, but the ground was covered with thatch as tall as a person, and his vision was not so good.

Out of caution, fearing that these thatched bushes would be trapped by totem mad orcs, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com Chen Fang took some people to investigate, and by the way, under the cover of the grass, to see if the camp of the totem frenzied orcs, as the scout said, there were only more than 500 people.

Along the way, Chen Fang found that the totem freak orcs did not have any traps in the bushes. After exploring the totem freak orcs camp, he found that it was the same as the scout described, so he took the people back and prepared to set the fire and then attack.

On the way back, when Chen Fang passed a piece of thatch, he was suddenly attracted by the swaying thatch. There was a humming sound inside, and a huge figure was walking out.

At that time, it was too late for Chen Fang to hide, so he could only choose to act first.

Bend down and bent his legs, Chen Fang placed his hand on the strong-strike scabbard with a plastic long knife inserted around his waist, and fixed his eyes on the figure walking out of the thatch.

After a breath, the thatch jumped out with a brisk pace, tilted his head up and hummed, the pig's head looked like a happy, and the body was covered with a mutant wild boar with long hair like steel.

Chen Fang narrowed his eyes instantly, and a cold light flashed.

Draw a knife.

With a single brush, a forty-meter knife light cut across the wild boar.

"Wow"

The wild boar had time to let out a sky-cracking hiss, and then dropped his head, a puff of blood spurted from the neck fracture, and then his body fell to the ground, and the dead could no longer die.

Although the wild boar was killed, the temporary scream of the pig would surely startle the totem madman in the camp not far away. Chen Fang looked at the wild boar on the ground that could give him a meal with regret. Nostalgia left the scene.

And just after Chen Fang left for a while, a burly totem warrior emerged from the bush where the wild boar came out. He saw the dead wild boar on the ground and walked over with a trembling whole body.

Dobrador held the pig's head in despair, and let out a heartbreaking wailing on his back.

Pa~ Pa~.