Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

"what is that?!"

He Chen lost his voice.

The hill in front of him turned around, and then he could see the whole picture.

Powerful crocodile!

This crocodile is covered with scars all over its body, and the large and small scars make it look very fierce.

In particular, there are three scratches on the left eye, which may have been left by some kind of elf, which makes it look even more fierce.

"Roar--"

The crocodile turned around and fixed its eyes on He Chen.

An overwhelming coercion came from the crocodile.

He Chen suddenly felt his hairs stand on end, the power of the waveguide began to operate spontaneously, and even the suppressed superpowers at a deeper level almost burst out uncontrollably.

The Maliyang Ruanruan he was holding even jumped out of his arms, raised his head and barked at the crocodile, his body flashed with lightning, he knew he was very brave.

"Okay, big crocodile!"

At this time, Yang who was beside He Chen suddenly made a sound.

All the coercion dissipated.

"How many times have I told you! Don't scare the brat casually! If you don't listen, you just don't listen!"

Yang Yizong jumped from one side of the river to the other, then walked up to the crocodile carelessly, and raised his right hand.

Then He Chen saw the crocodile whimpering in extreme grievance, and lowered his head slightly.

"Boom!"

Dali crocodile was hit on the head by Yang, just like an ignorant child was hit on the head by his parents when he was young.

He Chen was dumbfounded.

He and Ruanruan looked at each other in disbelief.

He Chen just saw the crocodile outside the Haoyang Tribe, and thought that the Haoyang Tribe was under attack!

From this point of view, the Haoyang tribe is protected by the powerful crocodile.

There is such a large crocodile sitting at the door, and the elves dare not approach it when they are waiting.

It's like the effect of Grandpa Baidie's field.

After teaching the crocodile, Yang waved to them to let them pass, so He Chen picked up the sheep, jumped across the river, and walked towards the Haoyang tribe.

The closer He Chen got to the crocodile, the more frightened He Chen felt.

It is different from the elves like Arbor before.

This crocodile is probably at least at the elite level, but that kind of ferocity is unmatched by the king-level Arbor.

The king-level Arbo monster is just big.

And this powerful crocodile, although not big, looks like a veteran who has experienced many battles.

Ferocious, violent.

Every look was full of murderous intent, looking at He Chen's vitals.

Although he knew that the crocodile would not hurt him, He Chen still played cleverly.

Damn, I can't afford to be provoked.

"Boom!"

"How many times have I said, be nice to the cub, if you get rid of this problem, you will be brought into the tribe."

Yang hit the crocodile hard again.

Dali Crocodile felt aggrieved, and simply looked up at the sky instead of He Chen.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just don't get used to it."

He Chen saw that the child was extremely wronged, like a wronged boy.

It would be more like if it wasn't so big, not so scarred, not so murderous, um, and don't have that sharp tooth.

"I snatched this kid from a pack of big wolfhounds when I was a kid and raised him. He followed me in fights everywhere when he was young. When he grew up, he followed me in fights everywhere."

Yang touched the body of the powerful crocodile. The two-meter-long man only touched his waist. He sighed: "It's been a hundred years..."

The powerful crocodile lowered his head and rubbed the sun gently. He didn't feel fierce at all.

Like a pair of brothers, one is the elder brother and the other is the younger brother.

As for Yang's age, He Chen was not surprised either.

All kinds of prehistoric berries and elf meat have strong energy, coupled with the nourishment of their special ability, their life span is much longer than that of ordinary people.

"Let's go and take you to the tribe."

Yang asked the crocodile to continue guarding here, and then led He Chen to the direction of the tribe.

After passing the crocodile, He Chen looked at the Haoyang tribe.

The Haoyang tribe is huge.

A large area on the grassland is filled with buildings of the Haoyang tribe, including various

He Chen felt that the Haoyang tribe would have to have people to occupy such a large area.

Ten thousand people.

A number that He Chen envied.

The closer he was to the Haoyang tribe, the more He Chen could feel a sense of prosperity.

Prehistoric prosperity.

Some elves jumped back and forth among the buildings full of primitive taste, and the people of Haoyang also shuttled back and forth between the tribes, appearing extremely orderly.

It's just that He Chen guessed that the Haoyang hunting team had gone hunting, so most of the houses were empty.

"Yang Wu, you're back!"

"Sun Witch, look at the elven egg that I, Mu, gave me!"

Some old people, women and children around greeted each other.

"Yang Wu, the Yunjiao tribe came to our pasture two days ago to hunt, but we drove them away. Then most of the shamans in Chongyan died. It is said that it was because of the invasion of the Great Sword Ghost tribe. In addition..."

Suddenly, a man with a slender figure appeared out of nowhere.

It's just that the man covered his face with something like a mask, and only his eyes could be seen.

Kakashi, it's you!

And as soon as this man saw Yang, he started talking a lot.

He Chen felt very much like the secretary in his previous life.

"This is Kama, a lone ranger."

Yang is helpless.

"Lone Ranger?"

He Chen was surprised.

How does this look like a member of the Haoyang tribe?

And this lone ranger clearly has a clear attitude towards your Haoyang tribe.

"Correct."

Yang became more and more helpless: "I can't drive you away."

"As long as I can't beat you, I won't leave!"

Balabala's sickle suddenly stopped on the side, her eyes full of fighting spirit.

But Yang yawned: "He came out of nowhere, he said that he has been challenging the witches of various tribes, and he has been picked out several times."

Yang didn't say the next words, but He Chen could guess that this man had died in Yang's place.

Although Yang's wave guide power is not particularly strong, He Chen estimates that he can barely use his released ability to fight Yang for a few rounds after having experienced many battles.

But once you get close, you will die.

"By the way, this bastard is also a witch, do you want to try picking him?"

Yang looked annoyed at the fighting spirit on Siam's face.

"witch?"

Scythe's burning eyes immediately turned to He Chen.

"Fight!"

He immediately pulled out a stone knife behind his back.

He Chen was dumbfounded.

Then something happened that made He Chen even more speechless.

"Shh-"

Kaname put his fingers into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle.

"Roar!!"

There was a growl in the distance in the jungle.

A figure flew out.

An elf!

This elf has red wings and a blue body. It flies in the air and gradually approaches Haoyang.

Xiaolan, a crocodile outside the Haoyang Tribe, had already sat down and closed her eyes to rest, but she sensed the approach of this elf and opened one eye, and after a few glances, she didn't care.

Violent salamander!

He Chen was surprised.

The storm salamander is a very powerful half-length elf, and it can be seen that this storm salamander was bred very well by the sickle.

Sickle pointed the knife at He Chen impassionedly:

"Let's go! Unknown witch from an unknown tribe, let's fight my violent salamander! Where is your monster?"

He Chen looked at the thin and weak Meili Yang.

He Chen: "???"