I have a cave of evil

The Bastion Horde was caught off guard, and the Greenskin Horde was no better.

The buildings of the Fortress tribe are the most complex, and there are some strange traps inside. The brutal offensive of the Greenskin tribe was quickly contained, and the Fortress tribe began to counterattack step by step by virtue of their familiarity with the terrain.

The strange individuals on both sides can be said to be the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their supernatural powers, and their strange abilities are bombarding each other, which makes Zhu Yao very enjoyable to watch.

Santa pouted the wild fruit in his mouth, his facial features twisted, "It's so sour!"

"It's enough to eat." Zhu Yao first gnawed it with his front teeth, then took the exposed pulp in his mouth, and sucked the sour juice inside, feeling special.

Santa imitated Zhu Yao's movements and asked inarticulately, "Who do you think can win?"

"We win."

Zhu Yao said firmly.

Santa laughed: "Your head, you shouldn't have followed the old priest and sent you to the War Priests. Maybe it's the Battle Cry Alliance that wins now."

"It's not that easy." Zhu Yao shook his head, "I'm only a few years old, and those stubborn old people won't listen to my advice. And the overall strength is too bad. The average person in the alliance has wooden spears and stone tools, and blood skulls have been equipped with iron plate armor. ,Disaster!"

"Blood skulls are not invincible." Santa threw away the shriveled fruit in his hand, "Their warriors are unparalleled in violence, but there are very few priests and totem gods. In fact, we had the upper hand in the middle and early stages of the war, but we lost..."

He sighed, "That's weird."

"It's nothing more than the unequal distribution of benefits, people's hearts are not aligned, and their energy is not directed in one direction." Zhu Yao curled his lips in disdain. Conceived with ghosts, not in the same mind, blinded a good set of cards in vain.

If you meet an Italian-style pig teammate, hiss~

Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.

"Maybe!" Santa said: "Anyway, the more I fought, the more I felt aggrieved. I felt something was wrong, and I couldn't tell what was wrong."

"Oh, that's right." Santa suddenly changed the subject and asked meanly: "What do overseas women taste like? Have you tasted it?"

"...I've only passed sixteen seasons, and I haven't reached the legal marriage age yet." Zhu Yao said helplessly.

Santa snorted: "It's over! Laws and rules are used by the strong to restrain the weak. We are strong, so we don't need to follow those things."

"It must be followed!" Zhu Yao said firmly: "Laws and rules are used to bind everyone. Leaders need to follow them first and stick to them. What the people above do, the people below will learn. Leaders take the lead in destroying Rules, can you expect the people below to abide by them too?"

"Only wisdom and virtue can convince everyone."

"Where do you come from with so much reason? The old priest taught you?" Santa touched his head and grinned: "People's hearts are not reliable, and strength is king. All disobedient ones will be killed, so there are so many twists and turns! "

"Then what if... your subordinate is better than you?"

"Uh……"

Santa was speechless, frowning in thought.

Seeing this, Zhu Yao smiled and said: "The great chief of the Warcry Clan, I remember that he is very old, right? I heard that his body is out of shape, and he is no longer as brave as he was when he was young. But why can everyone in the Zhancry Clan Convinced? The truth of this requires us to study and learn more."

At this point, Zhu Yao realized that he had committed the occupational disease of preaching again, and handed Santa a sour fruit, without saying a word, watching the Wutu people's battle quietly.

The ferocity of the green-skinned barbarians is only temporary and has no stamina.After the effect of the medicine wore off, the combat power of the green-skinned barbarians declined rapidly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the three strange individuals screamed and ordered everyone to retreat.

The strange individuals of the Fortress tribe were extremely excited, how could they miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and waved their arms, driving the Fortress tribe to stick to the green-skinned tribe.

The situation is reversed!

The green-skinned Wutu people's retreat quickly turned into a flight all over the mountains and plains. The fortress Wutu people fought against the wind and fought against the wind.

Zhu Yao dropped the fruit and smiled at Santa.

The opportunity is here.

The two bypassed the Wutu people in the battle, sneaked into the fortress tribe secretly, and held their breath almost at the same time.

It stinks!

There was no one in the tribe, and the two dumped the two cans of animal fat they had brought into the place with the most buildings, threw down the torch, and stepped aside.

When they saw that the fire was getting bigger and bigger and rising into the sky, the two sneaked out of the tribe again, and no one from the fortress Wutu appeared during the whole process.

Soon the fire spread, and the entire fortress tribe was reduced to a sea of ​​flames.

All the fortress Wutu people who were chasing and killing the green-skin tribe turned back and stared blankly at the burning homeland, howled miserably, rushed back to the tribe like crazy, but were stopped by the fire, standing outside in a circle, helpless scream.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yao was greatly touched. Do people in Wutu also have the concept of home?

He looked down at the indifferent long horn, and thought, "How to use this habit?"

The escaped green-skinned Wutu people ran for a while, but found that the Fortress Wutu people were not chasing them. Looking back, they saw the raging fire of the Fortress tribe, and screamed happily.

They gleefully screamed, and the other green-skinned barbarians around them also screamed strangely, which completely angered the Fortress barbarians, and started a new round of hunting.

The three of Zhu Yao hung behind the battlefield, collecting the corpses of both sides, occasionally killing a small group of people, and unconsciously reaping a lot of rewards, upgrading the evil cave to a level.

lv12（823/912）→lv13（12/1368）

"This battle is really muddled." Santa knocked out a barbarian in the fortress, and said with emotion: "They didn't know who was the final winner and who controlled everything until they died."

"This is a conspiracy!" Zhu Yao was also very emotional, and a little excited and scared.

Excited is the first conspiracy I devised, which caused two tribes with a combined total of nearly a thousand people to be killed in blood, and both sides were injured.

It is also because of this that he is terrified. Although he is a low-intelligence barbarian, he devours tigers and wolves and secretly burns his family's vicious scheme, resulting in the death of hundreds of people. This is something he could not have imagined in his previous life.

Life is so fragile.

The fighting continued until night fell, and the green-skinned barbarian was stunned when he ran home, only to find that his own house had been burned down by the fire, which must have been done by the turtle sons of the Fortress tribe.

Fortunately, the big stone pot is not afraid of fire, and the soup inside is just a little less due to evaporation.

In desperation, the three strange individuals no longer cared about cherishing the green soup, and poured it hard on every member of the tribe. The green skins who were exhausted and sluggish instantly became excited, their stature swelled, and they slammed back, killing the fortress that was chasing. The Wutu people killed a man and turned his back on his back.

The tide of battle is reversed.

The two sides were able to kill each other, but they didn't realize that the clouds were thick tonight and the temperature began to drop rapidly.

Winter is coming!