"Someone must be up to something!" Balu said angrily.
Hu Tu said: "It must be that Zhuzi!"
Du Lun frowned: "It is definitely not the anger of the gods. The death of cattle, sheep, grass and trees should be caused by someone poisoning them. I believe it is the formation by the water."
Baloo kicked the dead cow so hard that it exploded.
"Where are the people? Why do they come and go without a trace? There are no traces on the prairie?"
Hu Tu said: "They said it was a divine bird. That strange bird was huge and could kill cattle and sheep. Could it be that it flew away on the strange bird?"
They had never seen anything like this before, and they were in the middle of an irritable discussion. Suddenly someone came on horseback, looking extremely frightened.
"Prince, I saw a divine bird again in the west. The divine bird flew by, and divine thunder fell from the sky. The large tent of the Galan tribe was razed to the ground, and countless cattle, sheep, and soldiers were killed and injured."
Du Lun was shocked, "What did you say?"
The man also had a face full of disbelief: "The Galan tribe is very close to this place, and their people came quickly to tell them personally. They thought they had offended the God of Thunder..."
Du Lun was furious. The Galan tribe belonged to his power and brought in countless cattle and sheep every year. Was it destroyed?
"Go to the Galan tribe!"
When he arrived, he couldn't help but be shocked. The place where the leader of the Galan Tribe held his tent was not flat ground. It was filled with countless black holes, large and small. There was no intact tent or yurt, and many embers were still smoking. . Dead men, horses, cattle and sheep were everywhere. Many others were covered in blood and lying on the ground moaning.
The leader of the Galan tribe lost an arm and was crying bitterly.
Du Lun asked for a long time, but he just repeated with dull eyes: "The thunder from the sky has offended the God of Immortality..."
Du Lun kicked him down hard.
Balu and Hutu stepped forward. Balu said: "I just found some fragments. This thing is made of a clay pot, filled with iron nails. It will be extremely lethal when exploded. Obviously, the strange bird must be For manned use, they sat on a strange bird and threw this thing.”
Hu Tu said angrily: "It must be that King Xiaoyao! This son is weird. Dingyang once allowed the demonic flames to be immortal, but now we see such a weird thing, who else could it be if it wasn't him?"
Balu said: "But he is in heaven, what should we do? Are we just going to let him kill him like this?"
Du Lun gritted his teeth and said: "It's impossible to bring a lot of this thing. Let me disperse my troops to search for it. Once found, except King Xiaoyao, I will capture everyone alive. Kill, kill, kill everyone else!"
He used the word "kill" three times in a row, which showed that he was extremely angry.
Immediately, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses divided into four groups and dispersed around.
At this moment, Jiang Fan was having a barbecue with seven old men.
Roasted Lamb.
"I have to say that the cattle and sheep raised in this wilderness are really delicious."
Jiang Fan said while holding a leg of lamb and chewing it.
The woodcutter looked at him with strange eyes: "You are really weird. What the hell is this clay pot?"
Jiang Fan chuckled: "This thing is called a bomb, also called a thunder. Is it easy to use?"
Mr. Tian sighed: "It is extremely lethal to ordinary people. If some formations are added, even masters can kill it."
Several old men were convinced. Who would have thought that Jiang Fan actually had such a thing?
Zhang Qiubeard sighed: "Boy, you have a giant egret and a treasure like this. There is no need for us old men to help."
Jiang Fan said: "I originally didn't think about a few seniors who could take action. But since you seniors are here, I might as well do the big one!"
The old men were stunned, and Zhang Qiu beard asked doubtfully: "The big one? What do you want to do?"
Jiang Fan showed a sinister smile: "Don't the barbarians want to get married? Let's take their prince back and see if Princess Jieyu can like... Gaga..."
Several old men had the urge to slap him.
The woodcutter pointed at him: "You, you, you bastard, let me tell you something good..."
Zhang Qiubeard laughed loudly: "Interesting, interesting, but you guys have to think about it. King Zuo Xian's precious son Du Lun is his heartthrob. If you take it back, will he let it go?"
Jiang Fan said pitifully: "Why don't you give up? Even if you don't take it, you can't give it up. Take it back just so that he can use it as a rat weapon and stop harassing me, Da Qin."
"You actually came up with this idea?" The woodcutter raised his thumb: "Okay, you have courage."
"More than that, you and the elders are here. Whatever you say will cause him to turn upside down and make King Zuo Xian remember him for a long time."
Jiang Fan is full of bad things. He just wants to make the best use of people and has no intention of sparing a few old guys.
Several old men were secretly thinking that they would feel awkward if they didn't deal with him when they got back home.
Originally, the elders came here because they were afraid that something would happen to you, but now, how the hell could something happen to you?
While he was talking, Mr. Tian suddenly raised his eyebrows: "There are more than two thousand cavalry."
Jiang Fan put down the leg of lamb: "Oh? More than two thousand? This is really door-to-door food delivery. How many seniors are doing some activities?"
The woodcutter took out the ax from his waist and said with a smile: "I'll do it first. If there's no firewood to chop, it's not a waste of time to chop off thousands of heads."
Zhang Qiu's beard also took off the treasure bow on his back and said: "That's right, my newly tempered treasure bow has not been used yet, and today is the time to use it. Let's go together, brothers."
The woodcutter looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, Bibi?"
"Bibi!"
So, one day later, the three people in Du Lun received the bad news.
Two thousand five hundred cavalrymen were slaughtered, and only one commander was returned.
The man was so frightened that he came back to his senses after a long time, crying and wailing, saying that it was two tall old men who had done it.
One held an axe, and the ax turned into a ten-foot-long phantom and struck down. Hundreds of people in the vanguard were smashed into pieces. The ax struck again, and the ground cracked and the cavalry were divided.
Another archer shoots a string of arrows, forming a string of hundreds of people.
The three people in Du Lun were stunned.
After a long while, Balu was a little frightened and said: "This is a holy realm, definitely a great sage!"
Hu Tu also looked frightened: "He actually brought two great saints with him?"
The commander said in fear: "No, no, there are eight of them..."
Eight, eight?
The three of them looked at each other with fear on their faces, and suddenly said: "Besides Jiang Fan, there are seven other people, and only two of them took action?"
The commander nodded dejectedly: "Just two, a few others..."
"How about the others?" Hutu asked eagerly.
The commander said: "The others were eating roasted whole lamb and ignored us..."
The expressions of the three people in Du Lun changed drastically.
"This, this is wrong..." Du Lun looked gloomy: "I underestimated him. If those five people are also great saints..."
"Impossible!" Balu said flatly: "Seven great saints? It is impossible for King Xiaoyao to have such strength!"
Hu Tu shook his head: "Not necessarily. It is said that there are eight hundred saints in the five countries. As a one-word king, it is not unusual for Jiang Fan to have more than a dozen saints under his command..."
Du Lun's eyes were gloomy: "That's right, we can't take it lightly. We currently only have two Saints. Contact your father immediately and send experts to help, otherwise we won't be able to win it alone."
