Once again, Youying was asked to take her little diploma away from the battlefield, and the faceless Jiejie smiled and made the Buddha burst into tears and smashed it towards Panhu.
Seeing this, Patriarch Quan Feng, who wanted to go to support his own people, quickly stopped to deal with the second demon lord.
As a result, the rest of the kobolds will be miserable.
The Kuafu clan has been famous for their fighting in ancient times, and they can deal with ordinary kobolds like the Hulk Loki.
He grabbed it and smashed it on the ground.
The entire battlefield was instantly filled with Inufeng's screams.
If it is just an individual difference, the kobolds can make up for it with their numerical advantage.
In the vast prairie, there are many examples of wild dogs attacking and killing large beasts.
But the bad thing is that there are two shamans in Kuteng tribe.
Among them, the clan elder is still the first generation Seven Blood Shaman.
An ancient shaman of this level already has the strength equivalent to a heavenly witch.
It's just that their strength lies in their support, not themselves and combat.
I saw the Kuteng clan elder taking the unknown ashes handed over by his clansmen and constantly scattering them into the air.
"Great undead ancestors, please lower the mist to cover the evil eyes."
As the "spell" was completed, thick fog instantly melted into the entire valley.
It's so thick that you can't even see your fingers.
Under the heavy fog, even Ancestor Panhu was also affected, but not much.
It's probably equivalent to suddenly suffering from a hundred degrees of myopia.
If Panhu is like this, ordinary kobolds are even worse: they are directly suffering from thousands of degrees of myopia plus astigmatism, plus very serious cataracts.
In short, compared with the blind man, he just lacks a stick to explore the way...
The only ones who were not affected were the warriors of the Kuteng tribe.
They still kill happily.
As a result, the kobold who was already beaten was even more miserable, and suffered countless losses in a short time.
Seeing this, Panhu tried his best to get rid of the "entanglement" of the ghost Buddha and rushed towards the great shaman with a roar while being hit by the Tearing Buddha on his shoulder.
The first iron rule of the battlefield in ancient times was to kill the opponent's shaman first.
An army with shamans and an army without shamans are simply different.
"Seven Blood Shaman, you and I both come from ancient times, and we managed to escape from that world-destroying catastrophe, so why bother to embarrass each other!"
"If you are willing to submit to me, ancestor, today, not only will you forget the past, but you will also be canonized as the High Priest of Dogs and enjoy the enshrinement of a nation!"
Panhu saw that the Kuteng tribe had no masters and no one could stop him, so he persuaded them to surrender.
After all, a great shaman is too important to any force.
In other words, everyone in the small courtyard "doesn't use bean bags as solid food" and treats the great shaman as an ordinary old man living in the mountains.
But precisely because of this, the elder of the Kuteng tribe was always holding his breath in his heart.
As an "old antique" that has existed for thousands of years, he knows the ways of the world:
No bowl of rice can feed idle people for a long time, let alone the golden rice bowl of the royal family!
Therefore, the old man is well prepared for this day.
For yourself, and for the future of your people!
It was with this mentality that the clan elder just sneered when he saw Panhu rushing towards him.
While spreading the ashes in his hand more quickly, he chanted loudly.
"The spirits of our ancestors tell us to be brave and fearless!"
"All darkness will eventually pass, and the scorching fire of the sun will surely reignite - the wrath of the ancestors!"
Wrath of the Ancestors, translated into the language of the game, is rage.
Of course, the great shaman did not bless himself, but "threw" it to the giant cocoon that rushed over.
Under the dual blessing of bloodthirsty and violent rage, Wicked Cocoon roared to the sky, and the white gas it spewed out was like a train chimney.
The size also more than doubled.
The always stubborn butt-length skirt finally couldn't hold on anymore and shattered into countless vine leaves with a snap.
The Shouyang copper stick struck Panhu head-on with the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.
"In the name of my second warrior of the Kuvine Tribe, 'Cocoon Wusang Ilishtirna', you go to hell, old dog!"
He deserved Panhu's misfortune because he had no idea that the primitive man with his big butt naked in front of him was an uneducated person.
Therefore, he didn't pay attention to the evil cocoon at all, and just blocked it with the canine sword at will.
There was a loud bang and smoke and dust flying everywhere.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Panhu was like a nail, smashed into the soil below the navel.
Even the canine-tooth broadsword was trembling, showing the consternation in his master's heart at this moment.
"Barbarian, you, how do you have so much strength?!"
"Are you an uneducated person that is hard to come by in a thousand years?!"
The level of evil in the cocoon of evil has become better than before after Chen's influence. Of course, he knows the principle of "beating the drowned dog".
With a flick of his big head, the bloodline of "Kuafu", who was a hundred meters tall, was revealed, and he raised his big foot and stepped down on Panhu, which was half exposed.
"Old dog, the second warrior, I will crush you to death!"
