"Amazing my primitive man (

Outside of Xicheng, Mankuilong quickly couldn't stand it.

Upon seeing this, Cang Xin yelled immediately: "Change to the second batch! Hurry! The second batch is on top!"

Large groups of giant white-haired kangaroos gush out from Xicheng.

They lined up, the chest muscles and limb muscles were raised, and the moment the Mankuilong took off, they banged and collided with the giant beast.

The white-haired giant kangaroo is more powerful than the wild dragon, with a thick tail supporting the ground, and the extra power to kick the giant beast fiercely with its muscled legs.

Some giant beasts were kicked and fell forward, like a huge mountain falling down, almost overwhelming the white-haired kangaroo.

The ground lizards of the Jiuyi tribe were spitting heat from their nostrils, and people stood up, supporting them firmly behind them.

The second group of soldiers flooded into the battlefield.

The first group of soldiers returned to Xicheng covered in blood.

Some fighters refused to retreat and were dragged back to Xicheng by their companions.

The bruised and bruised dragons also took weary steps, headed down and slowly walked towards the gate of Xicheng, one step at a time with **** footprints. They are really exhausted.

In Xicheng.

The warriors who had retired huhhhhhh, panting heavily, all eyes covered with crimson, neck veins collapsed, blood covered, as hideous as a ghost who had just climbed up from hell, and had not yet recovered from the **** battle.

The blood-stained spear was thrown to the ground.

Some knives broke off and some spears broke off the tip of the spear.

Their master lay on the ground with his limbs spread out like a dead body.

Broken Ling was also lying in the crowd.

He had just stepped back, his skin was radiating steam, and his muscles jerked.

His body still wants to fight to the death with the beast, but his reason understands that he should take a good rest at this moment. If you don't take a good rest and replenish your stamina, you will not be able to show your strongest strength when you play again.

Duan Ling lay on the cold ground, with bloodshot eyes wide open, and Mu stared at the sky blankly.

The sky is yellow and foggy.

The grassy forest outside was dusted by the tide of fierce beasts, and the soil was bare. After the scorching sun, a group of beasts rushed. The sand and dust rolled up hundreds of meters high, and even the sun was covered, and the world became apocalyptic. Can't see clearly.

He closed his eyes.

A strong shock came from the back.

The appearance of hundreds of millions of fierce beasts rushing over in great stride, suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who lacks a knife and spear! This has just been polished, come here to get it--!"

Someone yelling not far away.

Broken Ling opened his eyes and got up from the ground.

One of his bone knives broke when confronted with a silver hyena and needed to be replaced.

Other fighters also climbed up in twos and threes, looking for suitable swords and spears.

The witches were walking through the crowd holding bone sticks, their eyes kept scanning the surrounding soldiers, looking for the seriously injured. In order to save magic power, they can no longer heal everyone, only the seriously injured.

"The blood of the fierce beast is on my side——!!!"

"There is also fierce beast blood here. The hot ones have just been released. Come here if you want to drink!!"

Some people stood by the roots of the city wall with several stone cylinders full of blood standing next to them. The soldiers who needed them walked over, picked up the stone cylinders and slurped, drinking as much as they wanted.

Duan Ling led the bone knife to the root of the city wall, and asked someone for a water sac to fill with some fresh beast blood.

This water sac can no longer see the original color, and the skin is covered with thick brown blood scabs, which is very dirty. But no one will dislike it now, because everyone is as dirty as this water bladder.

Duan Ling fiercely poured a few mouthfuls of fierce beast blood, then filled the water sac and tied it to his waist.

"Healing blades of grass are here!!"

"I have blades of grass for healing here!! Get what you need!!"

People from the Wumu tribe walked through the crowd holding straw baskets.

Broken Ling's arm had two deep cuts, and he was vomiting blood out like a baby's mouth. He didn't intend to care about it. After thinking about it, he took a bunch of healing grass, squeezed out the juice and rubbed it on the wound.

The wound began to heal visible to the naked eye.

He asked the people of Wumu tribe for two sleeping grasses, which were kneaded into two **** and stuffed in his nostrils.

The unique fragrance of sleep aid pours into the nasal cavity, and the drowsiness fills.

Duan Ling did not resist drowsiness, breathing with his mouth open, and found a place to lie down. Fearing that he wouldn't be able to wake up, he asked the Wumu tribe man who distributed the leaves of grass to wake him up when it was time.

"OK, no problem!"

The enthusiastic Wumu tribe agreed.

Duan Ling closed her eyes and plunged herself into deep sleep.

"Wake up, you are going to the battlefield!"

Duan Ling felt her leg being kicked in a daze.

Consciousness returned from the chaos, his eyes were still open, and a vague voice hoarsely yelled from his ears—"The first group of soldiers go outside and the top! The first group of soldiers!!!"

Bro Ling a Ji Ling lay up from the ground.

He opened his eyes wide and a little confused, and found that it was the Wumu tribe who had asked him to kick him before, but at this time the Wumu warrior was covered in blood, and it seemed that the battlefield had just retreated.

Seeing Duan Ling woke up, the Five Wood Warrior bared his teeth and grinned. The teeth were extremely white on the blood-stained face: "I am in the third batch. Now I rely on you outside, brother!"

Duan Ling nodded.

He raised his head and poured two bites of cold fierce beast blood, and ate a piece of raw meat, his eyes turned from foggy to firmness, and he rushed out with his bone knife.

The number of corpses outside Xicheng is increasing.

It can be called a sea of ​​blood.

The thorn vines entwined on the city wall kept waving.

It accurately rolled up the dead beasts that could be used from the tide of corpses and sent them to Xicheng. The unusable corpses were rolled up and thrown out far away, so as not to be congested around Xicheng and the soldiers had no space to fight.

Each thorn vine is surrounded by five people. It can not only roll up the heavy dead beast ~ lightnovelpub.net~ but also slap the fish that slipped through the net.

The food intake of thorn vines is very large.

In the past, the blood that Xicheng couldn't drink would be handled by it. Even if ordinary wood mouse blood was poured on it to drink, it could absorb it without a drop, and it was always not full.

But now, every vine of the thorn vine is full of blood and can no longer drink it. It is like a soaked blood towel, every time the vine is waved, blood leaks out, like a rain of blood.

"The first retreat——!!!"

"The second batch is on top!!"

Cang Xin shouted hoarsely from the wall again.

...

In this way, everyone fought from day to night, and from night to day. The sky was gradually darkening in the fight, and another night passed.

The third day.

The chief beast still showed no sign of fading.

They seem to decide that all humans must be killed this time.

The corpses around Xicheng are piled up like a mountain, already taller than the city wall. The thorn vines were too late to clean up, and the front line was forced to ten meters away from the city wall.

Humans and war beasts suffered countless deaths and injuries, as did the chief beast.

Standing on the broken city wall, Cang Xin looked tired, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and whispered with a wry smile: "Before, the wave of fierce beasts never lasted so long..."

With the last glimmer of hope in her arms, she looked at Ye Xi: "You said that the chief beast...will withdraw today?"

Ye Xi's face was colder than Tie: "I'm afraid not."

It is very possible that the "demon witch" was born in the giant chapter of the dry land, and their witch divination may have predicted that this is their only chance to win, so they will not retreat.

Cang Xin closed his eyes, his determined face climbed up to despair.

She has a hunch that they can't survive today...