Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Shi Yun was about to die. The last time his soul recovered was like a last gasp, and the poison that had not been eliminated from his body was still constantly devouring his soul.

He lay on the fur that was as soft as a cloud, staring at the treetops, thinking back on his life. It was so short and ridiculous. Apart from being arrogant and domineering and attracting trouble, he had never done anything serious.

Before he died, no one really worried about him except Lang Jin, not even his father.

When Shi Yun's body became a little lighter, he heard a slight sound of branches breaking. His heart skipped a beat. He wanted to move his head to look back, but he couldn't muster any strength. He didn't know whether he was about to face danger or something else, and he was no longer able to resist.

He still stared straight at the small patch of blue sky that appeared through the gap between the dense treetops, waiting for the person to approach him.

When he saw Langjin, Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he was afraid of death, and the possibility of living longer was a plus.

Lang Jin leaned over and looked at the cub who had been with him since he was three years old and raised him like his own son. He stretched out his rough fingers and touched his sallow face.

Before he was injured, Shi Yun was as white as a glutinous rice dumpling, and his facial features, which had not yet fully developed, looked not like Lang Zhan but like his mother, but he had a pair of blue eyes of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan.

Lang Jin has complicated feelings for Shi Yun. Having kept him by his side for such a long time, they have somehow developed feelings for each other. But Shi Yun happens to be Lang Zhan's son, and is the midpoint between the Silver Moon Wolf Clan and the White Lion Clan to achieve a balance.

Once this middle point disappears, given his relationship with Lang Zhan, he will be in great danger.

Lang Zhan also didn't want Shi Yun to die, so he spent a lot of manpower and resources, but they did not find the Soul Gathering Tree in the Misty Forest.

Lang Zhan had no choice but to give up. He had thought about having more cubs with Shi Yi to increase their own protection, but no matter how hard they tried, they still only had one cub, Shi Yun.

He once suspected that Shi Yi didn't want to give birth to his cubs anymore and took other measures.

Lang Zhan secretly tried looking for other females, but to no avail.

Only then did he give up.

Shiyun felt Langjin's touch, tilted his heavy head, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Lang Jin stopped him from talking any further, "Yun, I plan to look for Lang Rui. You probably don't know him, but he is the biological son of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan leader and is now the Lord of Black Stone City. He also entered the ancestral land and came out safely. If there is anyone in this world who can save you, it must be him."

"You must say that he is definitely unwilling to save you. Don't worry about that. I have something in my hand. He will definitely be willing to exchange it. But you have to come with me. While they are all focused on attacking the city, we will leave quietly."

Langjin carried Shiyun on his back using animal skins, hid behind an uninhabited forest, and disappeared into the sea of ​​trees.

Another orc who was exploring slid down from the tree in a hurry. He was in such a hurry that he jumped down when he was still some distance from the ground. He almost fell down. Before he could stand firmly, he rushed out, "City Lord, God's Messenger, they, they, their witchcraft is too powerful."

"Witchcraft?!" Zhao raised his eyebrows. Who else on the continent could match the witchcraft of the Beast Temple?

In large-scale wars, the power of witches will not play a big role.

"Yes, witchcraft, a black mass shot up into the sky, fell down, and then the beasts fell in large numbers."

Zhao stroked the scepter in his hand, "Oh? Are you sure it's not a supernatural power?"

The orc shook his head firmly, "It's not a superpower." This kind of large-scale superpower activation should be able to be sensed even at a distance.

Now he has no feeling at all.

Zhao seemed to understand this as well, "Let's go and take a look."

He came to the edge of the forest, his robe fluttering without wind, and his whole body slowly floated up. When he reached the best viewing angle, he stopped.

At this moment, a patch of chaotic colors could be seen from afar on the battlefield. That patch was the beasts that had fallen before, and there were more or less winged sticks stuck on their bodies.

Blood flowed from the sticks, and the beasts that fell in front were trampled to pieces by the beasts rushing from behind.

Lang Rui silently counted the distance of the second batch of incoming beasts in his mind. Just when they were within the shooting range, Lang Rui made a preparatory gesture to the herald officer who was standing on the high tower and holding the flag.

The summons officer waved the colorful flag in his hand, and a series of sharp whistling sounds were heard, and arrows with bottles on them flew out.

It rained down on the herd of wild beasts, the bottles shattered under the force, and the animal oil inside spurted out, splashing all over the heads and faces of the wild beasts below.

The thick-skinned beast did not suffer any harm and did not even stop.

Zhao in the distance sneered, what kind of witchcraft was this, it was just in name only. Just as he was about to go down, suddenly, from the city wall, arrows with fire flew out.

There is no need for accuracy when shooting arrows so densely. One only needs to follow the captain's requirements. When the angle is called out, one can subconsciously find the correct angle thanks to their usual well-trained skills. Then they can draw the bow, light the fire, and shoot the arrow.

The rocket fell into the group of wild beasts that had just been doused in animal oil. Flames instantly jumped up and spread rapidly. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the smell of meat and screams filled the air.

The orcs on the city wall couldn't help but sniff, their eyes full of heartache.

Just now, the first batch fell to the ground and were trampled into meat paste by other beasts. Now this batch has turned into charcoal.

Zhao Mei's heart was pounding. This kind of attack method was the first time he had seen it.

Before they even touched the wall, half of the beast had already fallen.

The beasts behind seemed to have the intention to retreat and wanted to turn back, but they were stopped by the beasts that did not know the truth. The beasts that turned around were trampled by the beasts behind them, and then another group of them fell down.

The orcs on the walled city followed Hathor's festival, sweeping away their previous heartache and showing happy smiles. They had only one thought in their minds: when would the city lord give the order to open the city gates so that they could go out and pick up the meat.

The returning beasts could not stop the tall beasts with red eyes behind them, such as yaks, antelopes, wild horses, etc.

"Moo-"

"Chirp—"

The chaotic cries of wild beasts were about to rush to the bottom of the city wall. Something was thrown out from the wall, and then a green light flashed on the wall.

Zhao finally saw the use of supernatural powers, but why was it green light?

The green light represents that the attribute of the supernatural power is wood.

As we all know, the wood element is the weakest and most useless of all superpowers.

Before he could finish his disdainful thoughts, he saw that about ten meters away from the city wall, one thorn tree after another was visibly rising up. They grew against the wind, and the vines gradually grew from the thickness of a finger to the thickness of a bowl. At this time, the wild beasts had already rushed to the front, and due to the effect of the impact, the killer had no time to kill them. They pounced one after another, and all of them were nailed to the cold sharp thorns of the thorn trees.

Blood spurted out like a rain of arrows, flowing all over the ground.

Everyone on the city wall gasped, and some even blurted out, "What a pity! This blood would be enough to last for a long time if we season it with salt."

The cold and silent Lang Rui's eyes twitched. When did the tribesmen become so strange? !