Chapter 1649: Qianling Tribe

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The man gave a detailed account of his wife's condition and the role of the blood vine.
Since it is the treatment method of the other party, Bing Zhixie does not care anymore. Although this method of treating the disease is too weird and does not agree with the so-called witch doctor's treatment, perhaps this is only a shallow understanding of myself. He asked this gentleman: "I don't know how long your couple have lived here?"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I want to ask you, do you know the area of ​​blur? Where is it located?" Bing Zhixie asked.
"Blurred domain?" The man shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. My wife and I have been in seclusion here for many years. We don't know anything about the outside world, and we don't know much about things here. Find local tribes who live locally."
Bing Zhixie said: "I have been looking for it, but I seem to have missed it. Can you point me in the direction?"
The man opened the wooden window and indicated the direction: "Go straight in this direction. If the speed is fast, you can see several relatively high mountains, including Qianling Mountain, and a mountain about 2 kilometers high. Qianling Waterfall, below the waterfall is the Qianling Tribe."
"Thank you." With the guidance of the directions, Bing Zhixie came out of the wooden building, and the man sent it under the tree. Bing Zhixie looked at his wooden building and said to him: "The magic array is well arranged, it's your arrangement Is it?"
"Yes, thank you." The man told him again how to go.
"I don't know what you call it yet?"
The man smiled slightly: "Do you need to know the name? I don't think we will see each other again, will we?"
"Also." Bing Zhixie asked again: "Do you have an extra compass at home? My compass is broken."
"No, sorry."
Bing Zhixie walked a few steps and said again: "Yes, I think the slab under your house is very interesting, it seems like an ancient thing?"
"I don't know what it is, I picked it up at random, and threw it there when it looked interesting." The man said: "Hey, man, you should go. You are here to ask for directions, so do what you should do Things."
Bing Zhixie nodded and left, heading towards Qianling Mountain as shown.
In this deep mountain wilderness, the mountain range has changed a lot, some are low, some peaks are upright, because of the rain, there are many waterfalls in the mountain, from time to time there are eagles flying, pegasus falling down, seeing the rain and mist all over, there is a kind of Early autumn and early rain, Cangshan lonely feeling. Bing Zhixie ate some sugar to replenish energy. In fact, the temperature in the air during the day is not very low, but the continued high consumption and physical loss are particularly large. What's more, in the space of his life, there is a young dragon that is growing frantically, and a large part of his energy is absorbed by the moonlight dragon.
It took two days for Xiaoxing to spend the night. Only in the evening did we find traces of human existence in the depths of this lonely mountain. Bing Zhixie saw the long Qianling Waterfall from afar, and there was a tribal village below. There are several bipedal pterosaurs and flying dragons hovering over the village. From afar, some noisy sounds can be heard, as if an event is being held.
Bing Zhixie didn't fly over directly, and found a half-article of wormwood grass to fall. The few tribes in the forest are generally more xenophobic, and in the past, they seemed too rash and easily mistaken for enemies.
Earlier in the conversation with the Mulou man, Bing Zhixie had learned that the Qianling tribe belonged to ordinary human tribes, and if it was an alien or other minority tribe, it might be more troublesome. Bing Zhixie had no weapons in his hands, so there was no malicious intent to look at. He adjusted his entire robe and walked forward, and a few flying spears landed on his heels in a few steps.
A few unintelligible words came from nearby, the voice of women. But seeing the rustling in the grass, three sturdy women jumped out of the grass and pulled out the flying spears on the ground against the stranger who suddenly appeared.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad person." Bing Zhixie raised his hand and said that he was not malicious. Seeing that these three women had fresher heads on their waists, among them were the heads of mountain orcs and the heads of barbarians. . One of the short-haired women has three bald men in the waist, each of them is of different races. Looking at the tip of the flying spear in their hand, the black hair was bright. This area already belongs to the subtropical monsoon climate, and there are many poisons in the mountain forests. I don’t know what the poison of their spears is highly toxic.
Bing Zhixie carefully raised his hands and slowed his tone: "Can you understand what I said?"
The woman with short flat hair and a few gold ear rings on her left ear said in a very obscure common language: "What a bad person are you, what bad things do you want from our tribe?"
Bing Zhixie reluctantly understood: "I'm not a bad person, I..." I hadn't figured out how to express my meaning. Several people suddenly heard a fierce horn sound coming from behind them.
Whether in the country of magical civilization or between tribes, the horn has the meaning of war. Sure enough, the three women immediately dropped Bingzhixie when they heard the horn, and ran back anxiously.
Bingzhixie took off in two steps, took out the binoculars and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the fighters riding wolves and beasts rushing towards the tribe of the Qianling tribe with wooden sticks, animal bones, and stone axe-like blunt weapons. Behind these fronts, there were fully armed tribes marching in the drums, and from the distance, the high sound of war elephants could be heard.
"It seems to be a mountain fighting orc." Bing Zhixie twisted the spiral on the single cylinder to make the vision in the distance become clearer, but it was clearer: "It really is a mountain fighting orc. The one in front is a barbarian, and the skin color is not Taku. The Barbarian, it should be the Lishan Barbarian."
Speaking of barbarians, not all barbarians are brave, but when it comes to mountain orcs, no one is irritating. The mountain orcs in these primitive jungles are born with the wild nature of beasts, and because of their unique body and physique, the mountain forest is their home field.
Among these tribes, the ethnicity is very strict. At present, the Mountain Orc and the Lishan Barbarian are mixed together. It seems that the Lishan Barbarian is a slave after the Mountain Orc conquered. At this time, they became the front line on the battlefield. cannon fodder. Thousands of clans rushed out of the tribe and speared, throwing them at the enemies who had been killed. The first to die was the Lieshan Barbarian who rushed to the front. When the Lieshan Barbarian consumed more than half of the time, and the number of spears and vectors of the tribe was inadequate, those mountain orcs who watched in the distance started charging.
There is no complicated tactics, and the war between tribes is bloody.
Bing Zhixie found that all the women in the Qianling tribe were fighting. They didn't wear much, mostly using leather animal bones as clothing. Each one was muscular, and some women stood out from the tribe with their big stomachs. Watching the axe cut on the belly of the bulging pregnant woman, the broken skin and blood flying out made people feel chilly.
The strength of the two sides is showing an overwhelming disparity, and the thousands of clans are almost slaughtered. Bing Zhixie is a cold-hearted person, and he is not used to this scene. He hits the light array, summons the moonlight silver dragon, and jumps back into the dragon's back in three or two steps toward the battlefield.
The mountain fighting orcs slaughtered, and suddenly thousands of ice chains fell like raindrops. The ice spikes on each ice chain were like the tail needles of scorpions, with cold cold awns.
These mountain orcs are not weak, but no one uses magic. The ice child evil is like a monster with thousands of ice touches descending from the sky, attacking the orc army in the form of a fan.
Mountain orcs are usually small eyes, and their facial features are somewhat like lions and leopards, but they still maintain the human form. Their upper limbs are muscular, their legs are relatively short, and they have long tails. This posture makes them easy to move between the rocks and woods.
The leader of a mountain orc was carrying a large round shield covered with dinosaur skin and rushed from the rhino horn. The other hand held a nail head stick as thick as a human leg and fought against the female warrior with short flat hair of the Qianling tribe. The two sides played similarly and were difficult to understand. Suddenly, the ice chain flew, and the mountain orc leader raised a shield to block it, but was penetrated by the ice chain and plunged into his chest. He howled and twitched, grabbing the ice chain and hitting it with a nailhead without breaking it. The two other chains that were flown came to life before they responded and gave up.
The ice childish love of ice is pressurized by the powerful and powerful dragon clan magic, and the magical toughness is far greater than before. Although the other party’s equipment is inferior in quality, it is one time, but no one can despise the magic formed by the hundreds of times of magic pressure. .
There was a very tall male sitting on a large chair covered with animal skins. A two- or three-meter thick double-headed viper with a purple and red ring pattern surrounds the chair. Such a snake chair was carried by four gang cave beasts more than seven meters high, and was located in the center of the army of mountain orcs. The sighted people can see at a glance, this tall mountain orc is the king of this tribe.
He saw the ice childish evil that disturbed the battle, the muscles in his mouth twitched, and he showed a look of anger, and then issued a long roar of anger.
Bing Zhixie heard the sharp long whistle, the whistle was very fast from far to near, and in a blink of an eye saw a fierce beast face rushed to the front, and immediately the magic power was instantaneous. A palm.
The ice shattered and people were shaken back more than 100 meters. Bingzhixie was so terrified that the other party had such terrible strength. The silver moonlight dragon spit out the dark blue lotus in the sky, burning the beast soldiers on the ground, and immediately there were several flying dragons and winding dragons striking it.
Bingzhixie wicked people instantly, into the air, condensed into ice, ice magic gradually attacked. The enemy's head below punched him all his magic with a punch and a palm, kicked it, and fought against him!
Bing Zhixie evaded close combat and attacked far away. He could hardly imagine that the first enemy he encountered after entering the Feiyun area (Yunton Plain to Fezerosa) had such a strong strength. This man is not only a mountain orc, but he has never heard of such a master on the mainland.
The other party's eyes stared at Bing Zhixie, and there was a puzzle in his eyes, but he seemed to disdain to ask, only to see that his full of doubts turned into powerful force.
The opponent's strength is very strong, Bing Zhixie does not want to fight him for a long time, seeing his strength. He found that this man had a very low level of knowledge about magic, and had a strength in his empty space. Sometimes he was confused by simple magic changes.
Bing Zhixie immediately changed ice magic to wood-based magic and sacrificed the illusion of Vientiane Senrow. The mountain forest landscape in a large area nearby had undergone tremendous changes. Hide some enemies of the Thousand Tribes in the illusion of the forest. Bing Zhixie himself fell into the forest, and he lost his trace when the other party chased him down.
The leader of the mountain orc is looking around in the forest, searching for the smell of the enemy with a keen sense of smell: "Do you think you can hide? Little human! I smell your smell."
"Why should I hide?" Bing Zhixie came out from behind a tree in the forest.
"Your courage is very big. Weak ordinary human race." The leader of the mountain fighting orcs licked his mouth with a long tongue, and smiled on the vaginal side: "Little boy with thin skin and tender meat, Like the children in the city, it must taste delicious." He tilted his head and twisted his neck 270 degrees, looking very uncomfortable.
Bingzhixie's finger was slightly shiny on the ice ring, pulling out the Moon Soul Ice Blade with his bare hands, the magic light was blazing, and the frost slashed through the night.
"Fragile magic, I can't stand my palm with a firm grip!" Faced with the moon slicing like frost, the leader of the mountain orc was disdainful, holding the ice moon with one hand and crushing it in one fell swoop. . Unexpectedly, this time, Bingyue was not broken, but a powerful force pushed him back continuously.
"Huh!?" The leader of the mountain orc was so flamboyant because of his ugliness, his palms pressed against the ice moon, and the ice burst. The frozen air after the magic shattered the nearby wet trees into frost and snow. At this time, he has been launched by Frost Pole Night at a distance of more than 300 meters.
The two stopped talking in the middle of the forest. A few seconds later, the leader of the mountain orc warned that this person was there, and it was difficult for him to capture the thousands of clans. He did not know how much the Bingzhixie had, and the subsequent magic trick just made him withdraw a few hundred meters. A fierce beast-like glare appeared in his eyes, and he jumped out of the illusion forest. Then came the shouting sound of the mountain orc retreating.
Bing Zhixie relieved the illusion magic, and he was relieved. Just a short time ago, if the opponent is not a strong foreign player, his strength should be above himself. I am afraid it has an eighth-level standard. If you don’t play with your own reality, you can easily throw the frost and cut the night, the opponent may not be able to withdraw.
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Ghost Cave Beast: Actually not strong. About 7 meters high, there are many fusiform eye-shaped gaps on the face, and there seem to be eyeballs in the gaps. In fact, the cave beast has no vision. It has good hearing. The two rows of six pairs of twelve shuttle eyes can be sensitive to temperature changes. A cold stone is still a animal. It can be easily distinguished by this. It can walk upright, with long legs and arms, and great strength. The skin is dull and wrinkled, mostly gray or cold blue. Nothing special. Strength four.
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