pinnacle evolution system

"Mothmen, difficult bugs, I hope they won't consume too many stones." Tao Xuanliang looked at the gradually darkening sky, his gaze as deep as a bottomless black pool.

His time is running out, but it is a pity that the descendants are too disappointing. He has made great contributions to the Baicao Pavilion all his life, but he has also offended many people. In order for the blood to continue smoothly, he is bound to win this trip to collect herbs. All roadblocks and those who dare to hinder him will be swept away.

"Come on, come on, let my old bones pull all of you old monsters off the horse." Tao Xuanliang's face was dull, but his heart was ready to fall.

Although the Healing Flower in the Dark Forest is the closest to the Western Capital, the Mothman Kingdom inhabiting it makes all major forces daunted.In addition to the large number of frightening mothmen, there is also a mothman monarch who has survived in the dark forest for many years. If it weren't for the cunning fox-like monarch mothman, the dark forest would have been destroyed by all the major forces in the western capital. Break through, you must know that the treasure in the dark forest is more than one kind of healing flower.

Tao Xuanliang is going to drag the moth-man monarch to hell together. As long as the monarch dies, the moth-man kingdom will definitely not be the opponent of Baicao Pavilion's elite troops. At that time, he will win the Dark Forest for Baicao Pavilion. They can easily obtain the spirit flower and even other precious medicinal materials, and they don't need to spend so much money and manpower anymore.

With such great achievements, even if Tao Xuanliang dies, his family will never fall down. If Baicao Pavilion doesn't want to chill people's hearts, it will never do the stupid thing of killing donkeys. Of course, the premise is that he can do that.

"The time is coming soon." Tao Xuanliang retracted his gaze, and lightly stroked the shiny and smooth dragon's head crutches with his palms as rough as dead wood. An imperceptible red light flashed in the hideous eyes of the dragon's head.

"Quick, quick, the mothman's small army is about to arrive, take out your magic tools and cheer up, the battle may come at any time." A man with the appearance of a captain commanded the people in front of him.

As the evening approached, the sky had already darkened, and the dim sunlight fell through the lush forest and fell on the ground covered with thick fallen leaves, leaving only a few drops of golden yellow.

At this moment, the real master of the dark forest has awakened, groups of mothmen began to emerge from their lairs in search of prey, and the entire forest was filled with the sound of their wings trembling, and the sounds gathered together formed a disgusting wave. Head-swelling sound waves.

The diet of the moth people is very extensive. They not only eat the sap and young leaves of trees, but sometimes they will attack the rest of the beasts when they are hungry. Fortunately, meat is not the staple food for them, otherwise the rest of the beasts in the dark forest and Carlos is long gone.

A small troop of mothmen smelled the smell of humans, and they immediately turned around and flew towards the direction the smell came from. To them, humans are a kind of creature with more delicious meat, and sometimes they can absorb enough juice to replace them. It's also good for a change of flavors.

"A small group of mothmen has been detected. The Baishu [-] detachment is ready to attack and defend alternately." A middle-aged man in a navy blue robe with golden ganoderma embroidered with gold thread on his chest raised his hand and shouted loudly .

As soon as the order was given, the two teams with a combined number of no more than twenty started to act immediately. They were wearing off-white slim uniforms, with wristbands painted with white art on their arms, and their faces were expressionless. They quickly stood up to the team The frontmost part acts as a ramming angle and continues to follow.

The whole team didn't stop, the team was still moving forward slowly, the hooves of the giant magic-horned ox used to pull the cart were very thick, and the ground they walked on was stepped on evenly, and the big troop followed closely behind. Slow, like an arrow with a clear direction, stubbornly unwilling to turn back.