Aman always knew that he was different.
He is not as strong as other barbarians, nor does he like to wield swords and guns like those big guys.
Compared with the smoke-filled battlefield, he prefers to wander in the depths of the forest and savor the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
Especially in the golden autumn after the drizzle, one can stay alone in a tree house with vines wrapped around it, listening to the golden leaves being rustled by the breeze. On each leaf, there seems to be an elf with transparent wings flying low. Sing lightly.
If only he could have a cup of sweet and sour berry stuffed wine at this time, Ah Man felt that he could turn into a yellow bird on the spot, fly up the branches, and fly with the elves...
"boom!"
The deafening roar shattered the tree house wrapped with vines, the autumn colors of the forest, and the elves with transparent wings.
Aman woke up instantly.
I found that I had really become a "yellow bird".
A "yellow bird" was swept up into the air by the blazing storm, battered, dancing and with broken wings.
The pungent smoke and explosions made the barbarian boy quickly recall what happened a moment ago.
——He was thrown into the air by a bomber's self-destruction.
Forests, treehouses, elves and sweet and sour berry stuffing are just out-of-reach illusions in the spinning world.
Below him, in the world of Clash of Clans, a new day begins.
Every day in the tribal world is the same.
The same raging war, the same vitality, the same enthusiasm, the same excitement.
Everyone - whether they are huge giants or sneaky goblins, whether they are sharp-eyed archers or innocent baby dragons, all have sincere and friendly smiles on their faces. In the battle cry, they merged in a physical sense.
One after another, Bomberman's moths flew into the flames, creating layers of air waves; P.E.K.K.A., wearing a helmet and armor, wielded a daunting giant sword, splitting the air waves and moving forward; the flying dragon and the thunder dragon used The arcing flames added fuel to the white-hot battlefield; the dragon knights let out sharp screams and rushed towards the opponent's undead and lava hounds - swords clashed, crossbows flew off the strings, huge cannons roared, and the warriors sang and laughed. , forming a battle symphony that the tribal world never tires of listening to.
Aman may be the only discordant noise in this symphony.
He flew across most of the battlefield with screams, and crashed heavily into the balloon soldier's hot-air balloon. His whole body was deeply sunken. Before he could break free from the dizziness, the re-inflated hot-air balloon hit him again. Bounced out.
Fortunately, this time he hit the back of the big snow monster and landed safely using its thick, fluffy fur.
Unfortunately, his impact triggered a chain reaction - the big snow monster staggered and knocked down the boulder pitcher next to him. The boulder pitcher lost his aim, and the suddenly thrown boulder rubbed off a corner of his own arrow tower, and the garrisoned arrow tower The archers were frightened and fired early. The whistling arrows took away a few feathers from the wings of their own angels and plunged into the hot air balloon that had just rebounded. The balloon soldier made a "chichi" sound of air leakage and was furious. Cursing, swirling and rushing into the distance.
Everyone glared at the culprit.
"Aman!"
The barbarian boy finally stumbled up and heard a low growl from behind him.
Looking back, he saw a head of red hair that was burning like flames, and a golden two-handed giant ax filling his field of vision.
"Wa, sister Valkyrie!"
Ah Man's face turned red with embarrassment.
"You are already a full-fledged savage."
Valkyrie's face was expressionless, but the five fingers holding Aman's shoulders were more powerful than red-hot iron pliers, "Hurry up and do what a barbarian should do!"
"Of course!"
Valkyrie's eyes stung and angered the barbarian boy.
Ah Man took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the sword that was taller than himself.
He knows what's wrong with him.
Because of this problem, he often caused trouble to the tribe.
And he thought hard and finally came up with a brilliant idea.
"Today, I will let everyone know what a 'real barbarian' is!"
Ah Man looked at the direction where the enemies were most concentrated, raised his sword high, lowered his head, and secretly closed his eyes.
He yelled "For the Horde" and rushed out without looking up.
"As long as you close your eyes, you won't be able to see the terrible scenes on the battlefield."
"As long as you cover your ears, you won't hear anything louder than thunder."
"As long as you imagine that you are in a secret cabin deep in the forest, watching the larks dancing with the elves on the leaves, you will be able to move forward bravely, and you will not be a burden to everyone like in the past!"
"I'm really, really smart!"
The barbarian boy who upholds this belief is like a headless fly stumbling around on the battlefield.
Even though he was bounced away from traps several times, overturned by gunfire, surrounded by flames and frozen by frost, he never opened his eyes. Instead, with amazing perseverance, he stood up again and again and rushed to the non-existent finish line.
Until, he sprinted at full speed and hit a copper wall.
Ah Man felt that his nose was about to break.
The tears and nasal mucus gushing out were sour and astringent, forcing him to open his eyes.
Then he saw a towering mountain standing in front of him.
On the rolling hills, every shining blue crystal stone exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.
This mountain is still moving, like a cliff about to collapse, slowly but unstoppably.
It wasn't until a pair of deep eyes burning with purple flames appeared among the jagged rocks that Aman realized what a terrifying opponent he was facing.
"Ge, Golem!"
Ah Man swallowed hard.
Realized that I seemed to have gone too far.
Although he is not like the elite warriors in the tribe, such as Sister Valkyrie, who can accurately calculate the difference in the attack output of arrow towers that are one level apart.
But he also knew how terrifying the Golem was, with his back covered with blue crystals.
The courage that the barbarian boy had finally gathered up evaporated in an instant.
The Golem raised its fist like a giant rock.
Just the roar of the collision of boulders was enough to freeze the muscles and nerves of the barbarian boy, preventing him from having any strength to wield the sword.
At the critical moment, a furry head came out of the bulging skin around his waist. When he saw the collapsed rock, he was so frightened that he squeaked, and the fluffy hairs stood up.
This is Aman's battle pet "Spirit Fox".
"Uh-huh!"
As the light and shadow intertwined in the depths of the spirit fox's eyes, invisible ripples were set off in the air, turning into a hazy veil, shrouding Aman and entering a state of invisibility!
The Golem suddenly lost its target and fell into confusion for a moment.
The thundering giant rock still smashed down hard.
"boom!"
Sand and rocks were flying, the ground was shaking, and with the huge rock as the center, the ground with a radius of tens of meters was bulged with layers of folds, and cracks criss-crossed like spider webs spread to dozens of meters away.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Ah Man escaped temporarily, but ended up eating a mouth full of mud and gravel.
The shock wave of the huge rock hitting the ground was more like a stormy wave, violently impacting his facial features and brain.
Linghu's half-assed invisibility could only last for a moment.
Aman's embarrassed figure appeared in the sky full of smoke and dust
The Golem retargets.
The purple flames deep in his eyes became brighter and more violent.
This time, he raised two fists.
Ah Man's mind went blank.
Before the nerve center issued the command, the hands and feet had already taken charge of themselves, dragging the body, rolling and crawling, turning around and running away.
But how could he escape the attack range of the Golem?
The two stone fists were like two mountain peaks, and the overlapping shadows were like an abyss beast opening its bloody mouth, swallowing the barbarian boy completely.
Ah Man heard the sound of boulders falling again.
Like a mudslide, it destroyed everything and swept away thousands of armies.
He bit his lip, forced himself to stop, and grabbed the spirit fox around his waist.
——If he is doomed, at least there is still hope for the spirit fox. There is no need for it to be buried with him for his recklessness.
Just when the barbarian boy gathered his last bit of strength, he tried to throw his dependent battle pet far away.
A series of dense wind-breaking sounds were like thunder tearing through the sky, drowning out the roar of the Golem.
Above Aman's head, the landslide-like pressure suddenly disappeared.
In front of his eyes, dozens of crossbow arrows appeared like lightning and disappeared like ghosts, leaving only ripples spreading in the air and a faint smell of burnt arrow feathers, silently telling their power.
Ah Man turned around and saw an incredible scene.
In the center of Zi Yan's eyes, where the Golem jumped, two crossbow arrows were inserted, and the arrow feathers were still vibrating at high speed, shattering Zi Yan into pieces.
There were more crossbow arrows, accurately hitting the joints of the Golem's body, forcibly opening one stone crevice after another.
The severe pain made the Golem furious. He swung his stone fist wildly, creating a storm that was higher than the wave. However, it failed to capture even a hair of the attacker. Instead, the attacker used the power of the storm to fly high. He jumped up, passed over the head of the Golem, and fired another dense rain of arrows at the blue crystal behind him.
Behind the Golem, silver snakes danced wildly.
The attacker landed lightly and walked slowly towards Ah Man.
Behind the attacker, although there were still a few purple sparks bouncing in the Golem's eyes, this mountain-like behemoth could no longer move even half a finger's distance.
"Wow!"
The Golem first knelt on one knee, and then lowered his terrifying head. Even his arms like Optimus Pillars could not support his own weight. After an unwilling roar, it shattered into thousands of rubbles. .
"Small--"
Ah Man's eyes widened, trying to warn the attacker to be careful. The torn-up Golem did not give up completely. The rubble jumping all over the ground continued to reorganize, turning into smaller but equally strong stone men.
However, there was no waiting for these little stone men to regain their strength.
Dozens of arrows shot into the air at unknown times, fell from the sky like meteors falling to the ground, penetrated the cracks in the rocks, and nailed the little stone people to the ground.
Ah Man closed his mouth.
He didn't know who was more terrifying - the Golem just now, or the Queen of Bows and Arrows in front of him.
The Queen of Archers may be the only unsmiling person on this passionate battlefield.
It wasn't because she wasn't as keen on fighting as the others.
But the opponent is too weak to arouse her interest.
From beginning to end, she didn't even look at the Golem.
But his eyes, as cold and sharp as arrows, were fixed on Aman's face.
"You backed away."
The Queen of Archers frowned, and the cold face under her crown was full of disbelief, "I have never seen any barbarians retreat, not even one."
