Chapter 121 First War

Outside the wind and barbarians, thousands of cows roared one after another.

In front of these cows, there are hundreds of purple magic cows with bullheads, and more than a dozen have all turned into human forms, leaving only a pair of horns on their heads to show their race.

"More than 3,000 below the demon elixir period, more than 200 in the demon elixir period, and more than ten in the demon infant period."

With a sweep of spiritual knowledge, he saw the strength of the purple magic cow clearly, and Chang Heng's pupils contracted and quietly retreated to the crowd.

"Hey." Chang Heng heard the obscene laughter of archaeologists, and he turned around the crowd with his waist and gradually came to the end of the crowd.

"You run fast." Chang Heng sent a voice to archaeologists.

"We are with each other. I didn't expect that the popular public enemy who killed the world with blood in those years was as timid as me." The archaeologist's face remained unchanged, looking around as if looking for someone, and secretly sent a voice to Chang Heng.

"Sure enough." Chang Heng was a little surprised and didn't know how he recognized himself.

"Strange? Not surprising. I have a hobby, which is to study everything I am interested in. You are so famous, of course, within the scope of my research. The archaeologists still didn't look at Chang Heng, but just said.

"What have you researched?" It's okay to be recognized. At worst, it's just a change of identity. Chang Heng is interested in how archaeological experts recognize him.

"A person's face, voice, and actions can be changed, but only one thing is that habits are difficult to change. Even if you want to hide it, in my eyes, there are still flaws everywhere. After seeing your PK video with the temples, I am sure that you are killing the world with blood. The archaeologist said proudly.

"So what do you want to do?" Chang Heng's tone does not fluctuate at all.

"Don't worry. If you want to do something, you will have done it long ago. You don't have to do it today. As I just said, it's just making friends." Chang Heng was slightly relieved by the words of the archaeologists.

"I'd love to make friends." Chang Heng also expressed goodwill.

"Of course, if it's convenient, it's best to do me a small favor occasionally." Finally, the archaeologist finally said his plan.

"Help? What's busy?" Chang Heng asked curiously.

"I am an archaeological expert. As the name implies, I like to take risks and explore some strange things. If I need your help one day, please don't refuse. Of course, it won't be in vain." Archaeological experts said.

"This is fine." Chang Heng thought for a moment and agreed.

"Ha, there is an invincible helper. It seems that the place I want to go can be increased again in the future." The archaeological expert said excitedly.

"Purple Demon King, why did you attack my tribe?" An old voice echoed over the windbarians. Obviously, the witch of the windbarians tribe finally came forward.

Dozens of barbarians gathered under the village gate of some warriors and faced the purple magic cow head-on. Wu Lao just asked questions, and I was still sitting at the altar.

"Tianwu Chijun, what does your clan kill my child?" In front of the purple magic cow, a tall man with a head with two horns, eyes like copper bells and dark skin. After hearing Wu Lao's question, a fierce light flashed in his eyes and asked fiercely.

"My tribe killed your people? Is there any evidence? Wu Chijun asked.

"My people have seen it with their own eyes, is this evidence?" The Purple Devil roared.

"That's just one side of your words, I can't admit it." Tianwu Chijun said.

So you are going to cover up the murderer? Tianwu Chijun, I, the Purple Demon King, have said so. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, I will step on your barbarian tribe and slaughter your whole family. The gloomy voice of the Purple Demon King spread throughout the wind and barbarians, and suddenly the whole tribe was **.

"Sent people to other tribes for help." During the dialogue between the two, several ethnic groups have sent people to avoid the blockade of the purple magic cow and rushed to other tribes to ask for help.

"Purple Demon King, it seems that it can't be good today. Well, let me see what you can do. If you dare to say that you want to flatten my barbarian tribe. There was a trace of annoy in Tianwu Chijun's voice. The Purple Demon King opened his mouth to flatten the barbarian tribe and slaughtered his whole clan, which also made him angry.

"Everyone obeys the order and attack." The Purple Demon King seemed to be waiting for this sentence. As soon as Tianwu Chijun's words fell, the Purple Demon King gave an order to attack.

All the purple magic cows roared at the same time, and the roar shocked the sky, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye came like waves and rushed to the village gate. As soon as the first team of barbarian tribal warriors were touched by this sound wave, they burst into pieces and turned into pieces of meat.

"Da Damn it. Purple Devil, you are looking for death. Tianwu Red Army was furious. The owners of the Fengbarians obeyed the order, killed the invaders, and made this group of stupid cows into food.

"Listen to the order." Regardless of men and women, except the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, basically everyone can be a warrior. In the crisis of extermination, even the whole clan can become a warrior. Under the order of Wu Laotian and Wu Chijun, some soldiers couldn't wait to pick up their weapons, stepped on the mounts and rushed to the purple magic cow.

"Let's get out of the way. We can't participate in this large-scale battle."

Many players dodged, and their tone was full of excitement. This kind of battle is rare at ordinary times.

Although the number of purple magic cows is small, they are all strong, and the lowest is also the foundation-building period, which can control the demon wind. Although the strength of the barbarians is low, they are large in number. Some things can cause qualitative changes, and it is also possible to kill each other by quantity.

All the purple demon cows fell to the ground and turned into their original shape. The purple demon king in the front was ten feet tall, nearly 30 feet long, and a pair of black shining horns were five feet long. At his head, all the purple magic cows in the rear were arranged in fan shape, and rushed forward at the same time with the roar of the Purple Demon King.

The hooves sound like thunder, and the earth trembles. The purple demon king, the size of a hill, rushed towards him, giving people the feeling that there was no way to escape. What's more, there were thousands of purple devil cows that were not much smaller than him.

Some players were so cold that they couldn't help shouting and running towards the distance.

"Open the defense." A central mediation saw thousands of bone charms thrown into the sky. Suddenly, the sky was colorful, and thousands of bone charms exploded, forming a colorful barrier and stopping in front of the purple magic cattle herd.

"Bomb."

The Purple Demon King hit this barrier fiercely, and the barrier that gathered thousands of bone charms only trembled slightly and blocked it.

"Blocked."

"It's actually blocked."

The players' voices came one after another, and a touch of joke flashed in the huge eyes of the Purple Devil, and suddenly a roar.

"Roar."

With the roar of the Purple Demon King, all the purple magic cows behind them roared to the sky at the same time.

"Roar..."

A substantial sound wave violently hit the front barrier, which seemed to be extremely strong and seemed to resist the attack of the purple magic cow. After only a moment, it burst and turned into powder and floated down.

"Archer, shoot."

Taking advantage of the moment of bone charm blocking, tens of thousands of archers of the Fengman tribe have all been in place. With the order of the elders, these archers with big arms and round waists and infinite strength exhaled at the same time, bent their bows and arrows. As they let go, bone arrows made of strange animal bones painted with strange charms were thrown into the sky and flew towards the purple magic cow.

At this moment, it shows the difference between witch warriors and demons. Tens of thousands of archers play bows and archery almost at the same time, and in the face of these bone arrows, the purple magic cows have different reactions. Some sprayed large demon winds to block bone arrows, some summoned countless thunder and lightning to blow away bone arrows, and some simply sprayed out demon elixir to crush all the bone arrows in front of them.

"shoot again."

The archers' eyes were sharp, and their hands holding strong bows were motionless, but under the order of the elders, they opened their long bows again and again and shot the bone arrows out.

Each bone arrow is polished by the bones of powerful beasts and engraved with spells. These bone arrows are extremely powerful, each with the full blow of Wuwujing and the attack of tens of thousands of Wuwujing's strength. Even if the Purple Demon King blocks the damage according to the strong defense, he can't care about his subordinates. In a moment, several purple magic cows were shot down and fell to the ground.

"Good."

Players cheered one after another, and some were even ready to come over to dig out the inner elixir of several fallen purple magic cows.

"The heart of the purple magic cow can extract blood. This kind of thing can change the bloodline and sell it for a large price. Why don't you go?" The archaeologist asked.

"That's also fate." Chang Heng was unmoved. Now that the war has just started, I want to take advantage of it, which is tantamount to looking for death.

The archers used powerful bows. The power required to pull the bow was amazing. After shooting ten rounds of arrows, they were unable to shoot again and retreated one after another, and the soldiers came on the stage.

The warriors of the Fengman tribe sat firmly on the mount. Although these mounts are not as big as the purple magic cow, they are not weak and are not scared by the momentum of the purple magic cow. These soldiers held spears and knives, with strong momentum on their bodies, forming a ball in the air, unexpectedly forming a huge tornado with a diameter of ten miles.

"Kill." Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted at the same time and raised their weapons to split forward. The tornado composed of tens of thousands of momentum suddenly trembled and rushed to the purple demon cattle like a real dragon.

"It's spectacular." Archaeological experts said.

"This is the beginning of the real game." Chang Heng said so.