Chapter 397: limit

West Continent, Firlin Plain, Leon Savanna.
This place, which was considered to be lush and lush, now looks like a dead place.
Excessive hunting has resulted in a source of high-quality animal protein that was originally ubiquitous. The swarms of bison and unihorn antelope have almost disappeared. On the contrary, half-eaten carrion can be seen everywhere. Vultures, which were originally rare due to lack of food, are still living. Hovering in the sky, the number and size have increased a lot to the naked eye.
The tame strangers who have lived in the savanna of Leon for generations have been displaced, while the strangers known for their belligerence and barbarism have achieved unprecedented development.
Because of the disappearance of herbivores, weeds without natural enemies began to grow wildly, turning the original grassland into a green sea of ​​weeds, but there is no vitality that the grasslands should have in the past, only the insect-screaming wilderness, but extra Added a dead silence.
At this time, every piece of air in the Leon savanna seemed to be filled with the unique stench of carnivores.
The source of everything, undoubtedly, started with the coup of the Gray Claw Tribe.
The Sword Tail Greyclaw, who had no way to become a warchief, mastered the witchcraft from nowhere, and easily cursed the rebels of the Greyclaw tribe. Even his brother Mane Eye Greyclaw was with his The life or death of falling off the cliff in the duel is unknown.
The Gray Claw Tribe is a royal family recognized by all alien races from ancient times to the present.
At the moment when he became the chieftain of the Greyclaw Tribe, the tail of the sword had the power to live and kill all the alien races.
In order to consolidate his authority, he recklessly recruited and condoned those alien races known as fighting nations, expelled, oppressed, and enslaved those alien races who had no power to resist, and completely crushed the peace situation that had been painstakingly managed by the chiefs of the Greyclaw tribe. , The entire alien races living near the Ferrin Mountains have been greatly affected.
There are also oppressed strangers who have thought of resisting, but the Sword Tail·Grayclaw who has mastered unknown witchcraft is too powerful, let alone a warrior in an ordinary tribe, even Mane Eye·Grayclaw is not his opponent. ; At the same time, because he draws in those militant and fierce fighting nations, other alien races are not their opponents even if they unite. In addition, if they have not been willing to unite the oppressed alien races to take the lead, a dish of scattered sand is really vulnerable, so They can only swallow their anger and survive for the continuation of their tribe.
But this situation also has its limits.
Long-eared elder Rongka originally thought that the performance of reaching the limit was "all the oppressed alien races cannot survive and have to unite and fight." He also slightly expected this. After all, the strange humans who claimed to be players reached the limit. After the long-eared tribe’s residence, the long-eared tribe’s life has improved. Not only that, the players themselves also have extraordinary ability to act. They are not afraid to take responsibility. They are an excellent leader for leading the oppressed alien race to fight together. Candidate!
And their fighting power was also shown when they attacked the Tiger City Walled, which is far beyond the power of ordinary alien races.
Although Rongka’s limited knowledge certainly does not realize how terrifying the so-called
skills
are, he who has led a team to sell seafood to human nobles in the field is also a little more knowledgeable than the ordinary Long-eared people and understands the players. Our power comes from the gods (of course he is also curious why players worship a ball madly), which is obviously much stronger than strangers who can only awaken ancient bloodlines or pray to their ancestors for protection.
If they were really willing to fight for the Inhumans, even if they were unable to overthrow the rule of Bladetail and Greyclaw, they would definitely make the lives of the oppressed Inhumans much better.
But Rong Kawan didn't expect that the first step to reach the'limit' was the Carnivorous Inhumans Alliance on Greyclaw's side.
They were originally a loose alliance that was forcibly glued together by the tail and gray claws.
At the beginning, there is plenty of water and food. When I am free, I can play small pot friends (referring to the tame alien race). When I am interested, I eat half of the prey I caught, and I don’t need to be the previous one. Following the strict orders of Chief Greyclaw and not wasting food as much as possible, it is naturally extremely happy without any problems.
But the evil result of this kind of life is that those docile aliens who live on livestock and planting are driven out of the Firlin Plain, and the livestock that was originally raised are slaughtered in large numbers, together with the original wild on the Leon savanna. Species were also over-hunted. When they came back to their senses, the ecological balance on the grasslands had been completely broken, not to mention herbivores, even the top carnivores of the food chain such as wasteland coyotes and amazing saber-toothed lions. People eat almost...
The carnivorous strangers who have lost their food source naturally become restless. If it weren't for the king and tiger clan and the hyena people, who were also very ferocious in their eating habits, they were almost wiped out in the previous battle, this limit would have come sooner.
In the end, this restless mood broke out yesterday.
A jackal attacked the Horned Clan that had been driven to the edge of the Firlin Plain, and ate their compatriots alive under the horrified gaze of the sheep people.
Suddenly, the anxious atmosphere in the entire Firlin Plain rose to its climax.
Even if they have not met to make a covenant, the gentle herbivorous alien races of the past have begun to unite tacitly to resist the meat-eating alien races that might strike. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Although the meat-eating inhumans still barely obeyed the orders of the knifetail and gray claw, they also began to stray from their hunger. Several big clans began to swim away from the core of the Firlin Plain, looking for the easy-to-handle grass-eating inhumans.
For hundreds of years, the alien races, which have finally united under the efforts of the Greyclaw Tribe, fell apart because of the upper position of the knifetail and the grayclaw, and because of a predation, they completely pushed them to the opposite poles.
"This is the end of the matter, there is no need to continue to hesitate! Once upon a time, I also believed in ancestors and eager for the protection of ancestors, but in the end they did not choose the Long-eared race!"
Rongka said impassionedly to his brother, the patriarch of the Chang-ear clan: "This is the best time for us to offer our loyalty to the Church of the God of Games! Only they are the real saviors! At this time, we can be saved. , Only them!"
"Calm down, Rongka." The Chang-ear clan chief said, "The saviors you mentioned are still continuing the three-day banquet."
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