Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 322: Narrowly Surviving 2 Light travels faster than sound and is less disturbed than sound. Therefore, the young soldier clearly saw the anxiety, worry, and panic on the faces and eyes of his comrades not far away, but he never heard clearly what the other party was shouting. Was his escape just now an illusion? Was he already dead? Suddenly he felt an evil wind coming from behind him. The young soldier who suddenly woke up finally knew what his comrades were reminding him. It turned out that there was a wasp lurking in the corner and the blind spot of his sight that he didn't notice. It has been insidiously waiting for the opportunity, waiting for its own carelessness and relaxation, and then at the moment when its mind is shaken as it undergoes a huge transformation from death to life, it quietly sends out a fatal blow to seize the opportunity that it has gained several times. The life that remains after the turning point. You need to be vigilant at all times and be careful of enemy attacks. It seems that this warning has been passed down from the army. I have heard this warning since I was a child, but I still ignored it. I hope this guy Cheng Zi, for the sake of taking the blame and stealing the eggs for him, will not regard him as a model of negative education in the future and use him to teach those raw melons and eggs. If that is the case, I will lift the coffin. Oh, I was careless. Seeing helplessly that the young soldier beside him escaped from death, but then fell into a desperate situation again, another middle-aged bald soldier sighed sadly in his heart. Hopeless. Still too young and with too little experience. If it were him, he would have quickly approached his companions after escaping, and then the two of them would have worked together to stabilize the formation. Anyway, the wasp in front of him only stared at the living things and rushed to death. Until a few of his people died, his comrades in the wooden castle were still safe for the time being. Rather than being dispersed like this, it is better to gather them together to resist for a longer period of time. Of course, this was only figured out by the bald warriors after the third wave of battles began. If they had known earlier, these few people would not be exhausted or scarred now. Although I don’t understand why Tuwazi was able to escape from the siege of several wasps just now despite falling down and being unstable, I still sigh for this unsteady guy: Sure enough, he is still too young. With strong enemies on all sides, I had a chance to escape with my life, but I didn’t know how to be more careful and steady, but I still stood there carefree, smug and happy. I really thought I was a hero in the movie. How could I go back and meet him? Dad and his mother explained, he could have survived. The bald soldier, with a heavy heart and anguish in his heart, panic in his eyes, anxious look on his face, and shouting for Tuwazi to drive more, sighed secretly in his heart. This kid is finished. The bald warrior forced himself to look away. He couldn't bear to see his nephew's body dismembered and dead. He needed to concentrate on dealing with the swarm attacks around him. Feeling the magical circulation of spiritual power in his body, and feeling the continuous spiritual energy absorbed into his body from outside the body and attacked by his master, the bald warrior sighed: This spiritual power is really a good thing. Unfortunately, everyone learned it too late, and the threshold for cultivating spiritual power was too high. If it had been a few months later, when everyone had stabilized and the spiritual energy in their bodies had been converted and accumulated, the life-and-death crisis in front of us might not have been as stressful as it is now. The bald warrior, who was lamenting that fate had no time to wait for me, had just withdrawn his gaze and was about to concentrate on dealing with the swarm of bees around him that was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. A black shadow flashed across the corner of his eye, followed by a harsh sound. The neighing sound stung his eardrums. When both the wasp and himself were disturbed by their chirping, the bald warrior looked sideways. The wasp behind Tuwazi who was about to attack him was penetrated by a thick wooden arrow. The body plunged into the wall and hung on the arrow shaft. Following the arrow's trajectory, on the wooden wall, around several arrow towers, and in the sky, several fast figures pulled out the gorgeous escape light and were frantically harvesting the lives of the wasps near the arrow towers. . As for the arrow tower, because it lost the harassment of the wasps, it resumed its role and fired powerful arrows one after another. It was an arrow tower not far from them that helped Tuwazi, who was in a desperate situation, to escape from death again. When he was on the verge of death, he shot and killed the wasp that attacked him from behind. In the tall and isolated arrow tower, the bald warrior's good eyesight could clearly see two figures covered in blood busy. The one responsible for launching stood with one arm. The residual arm, which was simply bandaged, was dripping with blood. With his face pale but his expression still resolute, he holds the crossbow with one hand, eyes wide open, and after a few seconds of focus, a roaring crossbow arrow will be shot out at high speed, bringing death to the blackened wasps. Whenever an arrow is fired, a few seconds later there are several mournful cries, followed by a huge crash and scream, the swarm of bees falls, and the pressure around the "crowd" fighting on the high wall relaxes, and they are also With the support of his comrades and the gradually rising morale, he gained valuable strength and a chance to breathe. Using both arms, not caring about conserving the consumption of spiritual energy, the bald warrior reached out and grabbed an unlucky wasp. While roaring, he suddenly tore the half-demon into two halves, throwing half of it away and the other half into the distance. Tuwazi is still in a daze. He was awakened from the impact and felt the wasp's blood covering his head and face. This sticky and fishy touch made the young warrior completely wake up from the series of surprises and blows. A roar rang through his ears. The young soldier looked sideways and saw that it was Uncle Dog calling him. Reaching out to touch the bright red on his face, the young warrior, under the cover of the whizzing arrows around him, rushed toward his uncle like a furious orangutan. The two gathered together and fought with their backs facing each other. The swarm of bees became much sparser under the filter of thick wooden arrows fired densely around them. Even though it was still a bit airtight, compared to the previous attitude of fighting to the death and trying to build the last line of defense with one's life, the bloody battle in front of them could only be regarded as slow and not urgent. The core strength to hold on to their side emerged. Victory is coming. As long as we protect ourselves, attract good enemies, and persist until the end on the eve of the final victory, the victory will definitely be on the human side. The combination of Tuwazi and his uncle naturally attracted the attention of several other people. After thinking about it for a while, the other people easily figured out the key. They moved under the cover of arrows and formed a temporary small battle group two by two.