Chapter 782: Welcome more with less

"Arnold, please don't urinate and defecate anywhere. This is a wild city for humans, a civilized place, not a place where you uncivilized guys do whatever they want." Sweig curled his lips, his expression was full of disgust, his tone of voice Full of disdain, the voice spread to every corner of the wild city.
"Fart, Sweig, you just use your mouth to urinate!" Arnold growled in anger.
"Uh... I'm sorry, it's my fault. I confuse you with a lot of monsters. But you can't help but admit that many of your uncivilized guys use their mouths to urinate." Sweig was a little sorry. Said.
However, the first sentence Sweig said normally, and only Arnold and Clark could hear it, but the latter sentence released his voice so that everyone in the wild city could hear it.
Arnold dared to spit at Sweig in public, and Sweig would naturally not let it go, but the two sides hadn't gotten to the point of doing it, so only the mouth would take advantage.
The corners of Arnold's mouth twitched, and Sweig's words made him unable to refute. There are indeed some guys in World of Warcraft who use their mouths to urinate and urinate. Although I am very disgusted with them, as the king of beasts, can they deny their existence in the public?
"Huh! Sweig, did you catch the murderer?" Clark snorted coldly, as if he wanted to help Arnold, he asked fiercely, and at the same time a powerful aura broke out.
The plants outside the wild city seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and they grew crazily. The low grass was already a person tall in the blink of an eye, and the other shrubs and trees also grew more than one meter high.
"Is there any point in catching it or not?" Sweig glanced at the grass outside the city, looking at Clark with some playfulness.
"What do you mean?" Clark looked at Sweig suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what Sweig was talking about.
"What do I mean? Do you think I can't see your little actions? A beast is a beast after all. Do you really think that other people's IQs are as low as yours?" Sweig's mouth raised, showing a mocking smile.
"Asshole, you're a beast!" Clark roared angrily, but he looked a little artificial.
Clark certainly understood Sweig's words. He just released his momentum not only to express his anger, but also to cover up.
The grass grows wildly and the trees are uplifted. This is not so simple for people to see. You must know that this requires the consumption of one's own mana. At the level of Clark and the others, nothing is useless.
What Clark did was actually to cover the deeds of his men. Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to send his subordinates into the Wild City from the ground, when Sweig would lose himself without a fight.
But what he didn't expect was that there was a shield in the Wild City, and his men didn't break through at all. Instead, they were startled, but at this time Clark knew or pretended not.
"Do you want to go to war with us? Are you not afraid that human beings will be overwhelmed?" Clark landed on the ground and asked loudly.
Clark didn't really have a conscience or a compassionate feeling. How could a plant have feelings for humans? He just wanted to put pressure on Sweig.
Although he is confident that he and Arnold will be able to defeat Sweig together, it is better to be able to defeat the enemy without a fight.
It can not only achieve its own goals, but also make Sweig a little more honest, without sacrificing soldiers and soldiers, knowing that it is much harder for Warcraft to grow up than humans.
Moreover, they and Sweig also have a common enemy, that is the threat from the ocean, but there is a more terrifying existence in the ocean.
If both of them were to lose and lose, and finally let the guy in the ocean take advantage of it, no one would want to see it.
Clark's purpose this time is actually very clear. One is to find the human who killed the Demon Shadow and rescue the captured Long Life Vine, and the other is to seek more benefits for the Demon.
In the past few years, the threat of humans to Warcraft has become more and more serious. Many warcrafts with high levels have been killed by humans, and even some groups of warcraft have been wiped out.
Moreover, the living space of Warcraft is gradually being eroded and compressed. The smaller the living space, the more fierce the fighting between Warcraft will be. Coupled with the cruelty of human beings, if this continues, Warcraft will become history sooner or later.
Clark's eyes were fixed on the walls of the Wild City, his emotions fluctuated, he had the urge to directly break through the shield of the Wild City.
As a plant-based monster, even if he is a dark-attributed plant-based monster, only by standing on the ground can his strength be brought into full play.
"The creatures are burned? Humph! Who wants the creatures to be burned? And who on earth is to be burned? If you can't wait to send us magic cores, then we don't laugh at it, wouldn't we be sorry for your pains!" Sweig fell on He got in front of Clark, and blocked the middle of Wild City and Clark.
Sweig knew very well that if Clark launched an attack on the Wild City, the defensive shield of the Wild City would not be able to stop it.
The current shield of the Wild City is not just relying on materials such as magic cores, there are hundreds of people injecting energy into the shield.
Once the energy shield is breached, these people will also be affected and injured. The battle will be very troublesome at that time, because most of the people in the city who can fight are charging the shield.
"I want to see if we are giving you magic cores or you are giving us rations!" Clark yelled, his aura soaring, and the power of the Saint-level powerhouse overwhelmed toward the wild city. .
At the same time, countless plant-type monsters have sprung up from the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain. Some huge plant-type monsters simply lifted up the land, then drilled out of the ground, staring at the direction of the wild city.
Not only the plant-type monsters, but also a large number of animal-type monsters came out of the grass. The smoke and dust billowed in the distance. Obviously, countless unsuitable monsters were coming here.
There was originally some empty and flat grassland outside the wild city, but now it became pitted. The wild, which was originally thriving and full of vitality, is now full of murderous intent.
"Why? Do you want to win by quantity?" Looking at the densely packed monsters, Sweig didn't panic, and he even felt like he had already expected such a result.
Twelve people in the wild city came out one after another and stood beside Sweig. These twelve people are Rupert and Kirk, as well as ten city owners.
The expressions of most people are quite normal, only the eyes of the Eastern Overlord City Lord are shining brightly, staring at Arnold in the air, rubbing the blood moon knife with both hands, excited, and looking eager to try.
There was no one in the wild city except for the wild king Sweig and these twelve people. In the face of countless monsters, these thirteen people seemed a little flimsy, but no one dared to look down upon them.
Although some of these thirteen people are not the strongest in the wild, these thirteen people can be said to be the most powerful people in the wild.
"You thirteen people have come out. You are really brave! Once you are destroyed here, the humans of the wild land will no longer exist, and the wild land will be our paradise for Warcraft! Haha! "Arnold licked his lips and laughed presumptuously.
Arnold's eyes flashed with excitement at this time, his hands slowly clenched, and there was a crackling sound.
"If you two die here, the monsters will still exist, but they will become beasts in our back garden, and we can take them as we use them!" Sweig headed back without hesitation.
"You're looking for death!" Arnold roared, and then screamed Sweig and rushed forward. Originally, Arnold was not a person who was good at speech and strategy. In addition to speaking harshly, his greatest ability was to fight people hard.
Arnold was originally just a seventh-order dark golden glazed tiger, but because of his brave nature and fear of death, he hovered on the edge of life and death all year round, and finally grew into a ninth-order beast.
An unknown fairy grass was found by a coincidence, and then he fought a battle with the guardian beast of the fairy grass. Finally, he fought his life to kill the guardian beast, but he was also seriously injured.
Arnold was not a good stubborn at first, seeing that he was about to die, couldn't bear his final results being taken over by others, so he took the last breath, uprooted the fairy grass, and swallowed it directly.
The idea in his mind at the time was that he couldn't get what he couldn't get, and he couldn't let others pick it up. And he died anyway. There was no difference between dying from eating fairy grass and dying from serious injuries.
Originally, with Arnold’s strength, if he swallowed the grass, he would burst and die, but at that time Arnold was dying, his bones were broken and blood was flowing, even his skull was broken, but he was lucky and didn’t hurt. And the brain and magic core, otherwise he would die.
It turned out that Arnold should not be killed. It was because of his serious injury that a large part of the medicinal power of Xiancao escaped with his blood and body wounds, and only a small part of the medicinal power played a role.
It was this small part of the medicinal effect that not only saved Arnold back, but also allowed his cultivation to improve again, and even a small part of the medicinal power remained in his body.
When Arnold absorbed all this part of the medicinal power, coupled with his years of accumulation, he finally accumulated a lot and finally achieved the status of the king of monsters.
"You are not worthy to fight with Lord Lord!" Seeing Arnold rushed towards Sweig from the air, a person next to Sweig suddenly lifted into the air and met Arnold...