ps: For some reason, today's writing is not smooth, it's really inexplicable.

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This is a large branch of the Cow Tribe. Unlike most other beast tribes who are willing to move closer to the Yaret Mountains, this group of orcs who are willing to run and roar prefers the territory of the prairie and the plains. However, because they are loyal and generous enough, they will not get too much suspicion. They control the vast pastures, tame poultry, milk and cut meat, and make tender barbecue and smooth cheese. Their power is the most powerful clan, because their size is infinitely close to the barbarians, and the profession of learning the Temple of War has also gained the upper hand, so all tribes are unwilling to provoke this neighbor with a good temper.

Everything is peaceful except today. The old priest An Luo opened the door of his tent and looked up at the blue sky. Today is another good day. His hair is gray, but the horns on his head are still sharp. His body is strong, still like the strongest bull. He looks around the scene of the tribes around him. Everyone is busy with the work in his hands. Seeing his eyes and bowing down, he also responds with a smile. This kind of time to live freely under the blue sky and white clouds is really wonderful...

Then, a little fluctuated in his eyes, and a black piece suddenly appeared in the other side of the sky, slowly moving towards it, and the inexplicable sound of wind was conveying in his ears. Suddenly, he seemed to have some bad premonition and suddenly looked towards the sky. It was also one of the most powerful shamans in the entire cattle clan. As a profession, his eyesight had been enhanced unprecedentedly.

Then his pupils shrank instantly, and he shouted in a daze: "Both-footed flying dragon! It's a two-footed flying dragon!" He had seen records of these things in the Temple of War! The hybrid between dragons and griffins is Jackie Chan, but only two feet, teeth and minions are extremely sharp, with strong aggressive and destructive - this kind of thing has become extinct, why does such a large tribe still exist? The whistling, the total number is probably nearly a hundred. He shouted loudly: "All the men in the tribe who can use weapons stand up for me! Women! Children! Old man! Gather in batches and prepare to escape! Everyone is ready to throw spears and heavy crossbows! Only that thing is useful!

The words of the respected old priests played a good role. Everyone formed a position in an orderly manner. Although the city was a scale of thousands, there were only a dozen professions - this was already a very high proportion. They stood in front. Although they were only some low-level professions, they were still warriors who were one hundred. They held flying spears in their hands and had a ring on the ground. Behind were warriors who did not pass the trial of the Temple of War. Although they failed, they were still the bravest sons on the prairie.

The old priest has already explained that if the two-legged flying dragons come to hunt for food, the tribe will drive out the animals they raise, all to eliminate disasters. However, if they want to kill them all, then there is only one battle. The two-legged flying dragons do not have the breathing talent of the dragon clan, but the huge impact force and thick scales of the dive are a major challenge in the battle. If the battle is inevitable, then you can only fight head-on: "The spirit of the ancestors... stares at your descendants, I will fight here and not desecrate your reputation..."

The old priest was firmly protected by the professions in the first circle, and he did not protest too much. If the flying dragon attacked, there would be no difference between the first and second rows. He quietly recited the prayer in his heart, and suddenly shouted to the sky. Two thunderous roars rose into the sky. Two bright halos suddenly spread, and within ten meters, the most powerful warrior in front surrounded it.

Shaman's second-level skill - screaming, fifth-level skill - combat system.

The halo washed away the warrior's body and disappeared immediately, but the warm power filled the whole body. The magical and complex effect temporarily improved the physical fitness of the warriors. Although it didn't take a long time,... a wave of impact, a chance, either leave the flying dragon corpse that made the two-legged flying dragon leader heartbroken, or let the flying dragon step on his own corpse and hurt his tribe.

Come on... beasts... The body of the two-legged flying dragon has become clearer and clearer, so clear that ordinary people can see the whole picture. The dragon is to some extent the strongest single-body creature in the mainland. Although the two-legged flying dragon is hybrid, it also has a trace of the majesty of a dragon. The dragon's body is flowing, the tail has barbs, and the body is shining with cold light... armor?

Armor! Armor! Armor! Armor! The old priest's mind was in a panic, and he screamed: "Children and the old man go first! Women continue to run! Riding on taming beasts, don't turn back!" He pulled over the tall warriors around him. He was the strongest profession in the tribe, a level 5 berserker of the same level as him: "Dermo...you go too, this is an order. Your life is more useful than our lives. I order you to feel at all costs any place that can directly talk to the Temple of War, tell them that an army tamed the two-legged flying dragon, must be humans, and they are coming to the north! Go quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the two-legged flying dragons coming from the sky suddenly slowed down, and the team dispersed, forming a very obvious half-moon formation. They flapped their wings and slung in the air. On the dragon's back, figures covered in iron armor stood up.

They drew a cold spear from behind the dragon saddle, and of course they were not charging a gun, but throwing a gun.

The leader raised his right hand and waved it down fiercely.

The knights gathered the reins of the dragon, and the flying dragons on both feet let out a terrifying long whisper, and their wings flapped, causing the strong wind blowing on the pavilion to swoop down into the sky. The knights stood steadily, with their gun-holding arms still moving, and had already aimed at their targets.

"Snap!" At the command of the officer, hundreds of cold and fierce battle guns were roaring with the help of the falling force of the flying dragon on both feet. The huge impact force exploded with the blood mist that exploded. Except for a few professionals who tried hard to block the javelin, the others who were shot were directly blown into pieces by powerful forces, or the javelin was cast and still pierced through the chest of the second person.

A berserker roared angrily, and the "jump" skill was activated, rushing into the sky like a shell, and struggling to grab the hoof of a two-legged flying dragon. The knight on the dragon was shocked and pulled out a battle gun and stabbed it down. The berserker smiled grimly. He had already put his life and death aside. How could he be afraid of such a scene? The broad sword in his hand hit, and a "severe blow" hit hard on the gun barrel.

"Bang!" The expected loss of both sides did not happen. The broadsword in his hand seemed to be slashing a rootless dead tree. He could even see the painful expression of the knight's eyes. The knight opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. The breath of life was gone. The berserker seemed to have understood something. He jumped up and jumped on the back of the flying dragon on both feet. He kicked it out. The knight fell to the ground like a defeat: "How could the strength of an ordinary person control such a powerful beast?"

He felt a shaking soles of his feet. The flying dragon felt someone else stepping on his feet and began to shake wildly. The berserker pulled the dragon rein and raised his broadsword to slash towards the dragon's neck. The powerful force supported the balance of his body. No matter how the flying dragon struggled and rolled in the air, he held the dragon rein with one hand, stepped on the dragon saddle with both feet, and his body leveraged the force to maintain absolute balance. The broadsword in his hand kept looking at the dragon's neck. This was a gift from the War Temple when the Berserker was inherited. It was extremely sharp. Even the hard skin of the flying dragon's two feet began to flow blood.

Until the two-legged dragon knights tightened the dragon reins again and completed a killing, the dragon rose up again. The speed and the chaos caused before did not give the cattle tribe too much chance to fight back. Twenty knights raised their steel guns and pointed them at the flying dragons who were struggling and rolling in the sky and the berserkers who were constantly swinging their swords.

Knowing that twenty iron spears pierced the body of the flying dragon on both feet, making a shrill howl. The ferocious beast fell to the ground, and the berserker could no longer maintain balance, and he had no chance to swing his sword again. The two flying dragon knights had already closed their reins. Two roars sounded, and two huge dragon heads crashed into life in the sky from both directions. Before closing his eyes, he looked at the sky in the north for the last time.
Chapter completed!