On the main battlefield of the Wangzhang Army, the three totem warriors showed their magical powers. The figure behind them was the giant wolf warrior. Their five fingers skyrocketed, and each claw strike could bring out a sharp airflow, tearing the human body apart like a sword.

The phantom behind the scenes is the totem warrior of the eagle. The shoulders are swinging like wings. Every move is unparalleled, bringing a series of afterimages.

The totem warrior with the phantom behind him was a mad lion, with a roar like thunder. Every punch and kick would definitely be accompanied by a sound wave attack like a thunderous explosion, shaking the ordinary soldier over.

The three of them joined forces to siege, and no matter what the Hantes or the Quites soldiers were around, they could not get into their hands. When they got closer, they would either be torn to pieces or beaten away by a punch, and the latter would roar like an idiot.

At the center of their siege, the totem warrior with a giant elephant behind him resisted with his powerful strength and thick cuticles like armor.

The totem warrior is a powerful man who has absorbed some of the essence of ancient beasts and can exert the power of ancient beasts. Obviously, the same is true for these four totem warriors.

But after all, it was three to one, and the Giant Elephant Warrior was at an absolute disadvantage in the battle. He saw the Crazy Lion Warrior facing him head-on. Every time he collided, the sound wave attacks made him tremble all over.

He roared angrily: "Flying Eagle, Night Wolf, and Rage Lion, can you join forces to siege me like this? Is it considered a warrior's behavior?" He called out so hard that he didn't know whether it was a name or a nickname, but it obviously refers to the three totem warriors in front of him.

The flying eagle was the fastest and kept wandering around the battlefield. Although it took the least action, it was the most threat to the giant elephant warrior. Hearing what the giant elephant warrior said, he laughed: "Old stupid elephant, you are still so stupid. We have fought so many times. Don't you understand? This is a battle of race, where is life and death, and where is there any glorious self-esteem?

The three of us fight you together. We are asking for a complete victory and not let anyone be injured."

Ye Lang snorted coldly and rushed over, his claws brought out bursts of torn airflow and collided with the giant elephant warrior with a pair of iron fists. His hands were numb and he stepped back, but the giant elephant warrior's fists were also covered with wounds.

The angry lion on the other side stopped the giant elephant warrior to catch up with it again. He shouted and roared directly that the giant elephant warrior paused and his mind was dizzy.

He sneered, "Stop talking nonsense to him. His Highness the Great Prince is watching, hurry up and deal with him!"

I saw the three of them forming a ball, punching, legs and claws. In a round of fast attack, the power was surging together, like a meat grinder, and they all rushed towards the giant elephant warriors.

With the strength of the three of them, even a piece of iron ingot was cracked by the joint strike. Although the giant elephant warrior was thick in skin and flesh, his body was already full of holes after a series of battles. The three of them shook the claws, legs, and fist sea together with the greatest force to hit him, and he couldn't stop it.

The vest was blocked by Ye Lang's claws in front of him, and the flying eagle kicked him. After staggering, he was about to turn around to resist the flying eagle's lower leg, the fist of the angry lion had already hit his stomach.

With a puff! Under a series of fierce attacks, the giant elephant warrior spitted a mouthful of blood up to the sky. He knelt on the ground with a pale face.

The flying eagle smiled sinisterly and said, "Old stupid elephant. The Quite tribe is already in name only. Why do you have to be so stubborn? The prince said. If you are willing to devote yourself to his acceptance, he is willing to ignore past grudges and give you the position of general, and let you rule the land and command one by yourself."

The giant elephant warrior smiled and said, "The hatred between me, Quit and Hante, cannot be washed clean even if the entire lake water of Lake Mediya is consumed. Do you want me to be his subordinate? Yes, just let him exchange King Hante's head."

"Looking for death." The angry lion glared at his eyes and pointed at the surroundings and said, "Looking around, do you think you still have a chance of winning? If you don't surrender, you will just die in vain."

Just when the four totem warriors fought, the Hante cavalry had completely suppressed the Quites. More than hundreds of Quites died in the battle in just a few minutes, and the remaining Quites were surrounded and the space for activity became smaller and smaller.

The giant elephant warrior laughed bitterly and stood up. He saw his eyes red, his mouth opened and hissed. The roar was like a giant elephant roaring, rumbling, giving people a sense of boundless power.

And with his long hiss, the joints, bones and muscles in his body vibrated violently, as if they were back to their vigor, and their combat power returned to its top-level state again.

However, this move is obviously a forbidden move with great side effects. It is impossible to use it if it is not a critical moment of life and death.

"There are only the Quites who died in battle, and no surrendered Quites."

"I have understood your strength for a long time, but before we came, we were ready for death. Children, are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid! No fear!"

"Not afraid! No fear!"

"Not afraid! No fear!"

A tsunami suddenly broke out in the Quite army, and a striking and violent aura soared into the sky. This generous and tragic song and fanatical belief overwhelmed the Hante's momentum.

Zhao Qingling, who was outside the battlefield, changed his face when he saw this scene. Although the strength of the four major legions must be far greater than the Quite army in front of him, there was absolutely no such temperament of being generous in his death.

"The generous and tragic men, these Quite warriors, are indeed heroes."

Prince Tova on the other side didn't have this idea. He sneered repeatedly: "If they do this, the father will be angry."

Sure enough, just a moment after Prince Tova said this, a shocking roar of cows sounded, and a phantom of a giant bull emitting white light all over his body sounded from behind the King's Army.

"Very good, Sak, since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish."

The one who spoke was Monarudao, the Hante tribe's eldest prince. This Hante tribe's eldest prince was actually a totem warrior, and he looked more powerful and unfathomable than the other four totem warriors present.

However, Zhao Qingling was not surprised at all. She had known for a long time that the kings of the Hante tribe and several princes were totem warriors. Because barbarians like them had no etiquette or family rules.

A prince basically has dozens or hundreds of wives, and he can't count even if he has many sons and daughters, and it's not worth it at all. If he doesn't become a totem warrior, he will not even be qualified to compete for the throne.

It can be said that the battle for the throne of the Hante tribe is cruel and bloody. Just becoming a totem warrior will eliminate 99% of the people. (To be continued)
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