Chief don't slap in the face

The Great Prophet pointed the jade staff forward.

call!

A fireball formed out of thin air, shot out with a whoosh, and hit a mountain ghost that was escaping the fastest.

boom!

The mountain ghost's upper body was blown apart, and pieces of burning meat fell like hailstones, emitting a burnt smell.

The mountain ghosts gave a sudden pause, and then remembered the horror of the Great Prophet, then turned and ran into the tunnel to attack the enemy, but within a few minutes, they collapsed again.

The Great Prophet could hear a heavy blow, and he walked quickly to the tunnel, only to see a three-meter-tall headless war spirit swinging a big sword wildly.

These red-haired mountain ghosts have all evolved through dozens of generations. They are all about two meters tall and weigh close to three hundred stones. When the big sword is swung, several tattered corpses will fly out.

For a while, blood rained all over the sky, and stumps and broken arms fell apart.

Under the pressure of death, the situation was out of control.

"Psychic?"

The Great Prophet frowned, and it was useless to force these mountain ghosts to attack with death. Under that kind of killing, the mountain ghosts had long been terrified. Blow the bone flute.

The mountain ghosts quickly retreated into the wide cave as if they had been pardoned.

The murderous Xia Ye rushed in, and saw the thin mountain ghost with a hunched waist standing on a big rock. In front of it was the red-haired mountain ghost who was rearranging to wait for the enemy.

"Humans, why are you attacking my homeland?"

The Great Prophet spoke.

"You can speak human language?"

Xia Ye was startled. In the cognition of the tribal people, although they looked down on the savages, at least the savages still carried the word 'human', and the status of mountain ghosts and ground ghosts was the same as that of wild beasts. Everyone treated them like rats and bugs.

Seeing that the beast could talk now, Xia Ye was of course surprised.

"It's just language, what's the difficulty?"

The corner of the Great Prophet's mouth twitched, with a look of disdain: "I can also speak 27 kinds of savage tribal languages, and two kinds of murloc languages."

"So you are a salted fish?"

Xia Ye laughed, trying to provoke this guy, but it's a pity that the Great Prophet didn't understand this stalk.

"Since you're here, you're all going to die here and be made into bacon and hung in the cave to dry!"

The Grand Prophet grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Where is the great chief of this tribe?"

Since there is a great prophet, there must be a great chief. Generally speaking, this is a standard configuration for a tribe.

"Our king is resting!"

The Great Prophet disdained: "You don't need the King to deal with you!"

"Arrogant guy, what's your name?"

Xia Ye was stalling for time, as soon as the white smoke cleared, the female soldiers could come to support.

"Humans, it's an honor, you can actually know the name of the great prophet of the great dragon tribe!"

The Great Prophet raised his chin and looked down at Xia Ye condescendingly: "My name is..."

"and many more!"

Xia Ye raised his hand and squatted on the ground: "The shoelace is untied, let me tie it!"

"You humans are really troublesome!"

The Great Prophet was impatient, but he endured it. After all, this was the first time he showed his existence to humans. He felt that when he came to the barren land in the future, this scene would be the first step for the mountain ghost civilization to step into the world. , was recorded in the annals of history.

"Okay, go ahead!"

Xia Ye got up.

"Ahem, my name is..."

The Great Prophet cleared his throat, building momentum, but was interrupted the moment he spoke.

"and many more!"

Xia Ye squatted down again: "It's not fastened, well, tell me!"

For the third time, the Great Prophet just uttered the word 'Joe' when Xia Ye coughed violently, out of breath.

"You...cough...continue!"

Xia Ye signaled the Great Prophet not to stop.

"Are you finished? Do you think I can't see that you are stalling for time?"

To become a great prophet, even a mountain ghost has an online IQ.

"Hehe, you are amazing!"

Xia Ye flattered him, but he was really uncomfortable, not to mention the burning pain in his throat, and some weakness in his limbs, which was obviously a symptom of poisoning.

"Hmph, count you acquainted!"

The Great Prophet enjoyed this compliment very much, so he showed off even more: "You were able to gain the advantage before because of this headless battle spirit."

The terrain in the tunnel is narrow, and the mountain ghost's advantage in numbers cannot be brought into play, and the headless can be guarded by one man, and there is no way for anyone to open it.

If the headless is a human being, he will be injured and his combat power will be weakened if he is hit by the mountain ghost continuously. But the headless is an undead hero, who has no pain feeling. If he is poked with a bone knife and spear, as long as he can't kill him with one blow, he will Keep fighting.

"I discovered the problem in time and rearranged my troops. Now, how do you beat me?"

The Great Prophet was very proud, and spread his hands to show Xia Ye his army.

More than 500 red-haired mountain ghosts lined up in front of him, armed with sharp weapons, and with ferocious expressions, they did look a bit domineering.

"I retreat now, will you let me go?"

Xia Ye asked.

"Haha, it's too late!"