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The moment Mu Fan was picked up by the dragon vulture, the situation in the base reversed.

Countless Moshan tribesmen who rushed into the fortress were stunned and panicked in sight, and the dragons and vultures fled like ants wherever they passed.

In the Forbidden Zone, having air supremacy is equivalent to having a repressive advantage.

In the dim morning sky, the dragon vulture, which was loosened by Lu Mengji, whirled wantonly, holding the corpse of the Moshan tribe in its thick jaw, and even when chewing, its blood-red eyes were still shining coldly, picking the next one under its feet. prey.

The Moshan orc who rushed to the front only felt a chill on the top of his head, and the sticky and smelly liquid fell on his head. The orc standing near him turned pale. He reached out and wiped it, and the pool was mixed with the saliva of the beast and the limbs of his tribe. The shards sizzled, followed by an exclamation, his body was already suspended in the air, and the body unconsciously - the spine had been bitten off by the dragon vulture that suddenly approached.

In the distance, Noah still grinned from ear to ear in surprise: "Who is he? How did he do it—this is a dragon vulture!"

Ming Ran stared at the sky, and said softly: "Do you remember, he said that his orcs are in the white pomelo forest."

The base was in chaos because of dragons and vultures, and Qing Jue, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly met those bright red pupils.

"Sacrifice, Master Mo Yu is back—"

Qing Jue's complexion was pale.

He turned his head slowly, and the orc was startled by his icy eyes.

At first, Qingjue thought that Lu Mengji was letting the dragon and vulture hunt wantonly, but when he squinted his eyes, he could still see the palms that were firmly shackled around the neck of the beast.Under the fortress, the orcs of the Moshan tribe huddled together. Wherever they flocked, tragedy would inevitably occur.The crowd was like headless chickens, even if they were lucky enough to escape with Longjiu's men, it was hard to guarantee that they would not be trampled to the ground by the clansmen.

The strongest base of the Moshan tribe fell apart in a flash.

Qing Jue's wrist suddenly began to tremble, like an unnatural convulsion: "Retreat, stop them."

"Sacrifice, how...how to stop?"

"Where are the golden core orcs? Tell them to roll over—"

"Master Sacrifice, but, but, this is the forbidden area..." The orc had never dared to refute Qing Jue, but at this moment his mind was in a state of confusion.In the Forbidden Zone, all monks are no different from ordinary people, unless they can find another dragon vulture—but the white pomelo forest has been burned, where can they find another one?

In the sacrificial residence, which is no different from other fortresses, there is a dead silence at this time.

It was Qingjue who frightened them more than dragon vultures.This priest who has been sitting in Moshan for 500 years like a god has never been like this.His entire body was convulsed, even though that admirable face was still there, it seemed that he had lost the favor of the beast god—as if the possession of the omnipotent beast god was slowly pulling away.

"Lord Mo Yu!" Someone suddenly spoke.

Looking along the door, the orc in a state of embarrassment walked towards Qingjue with a solemn expression.

"Qingjue." Mo Yu only said: "Let's go now, to the Holy Mountain."

The priest of the Moshan tribe didn't answer, and he didn't even turn his head, still staring at the direction where the dragon eagle flew past.

He didn't speak, but everyone knew that the road leading to the holy mountain was secret and narrow, and the "we" Mo Yu said did not refer to the Moshan clan, but to him and Qingjue.

"My lord, what about the base..." an orc boldly asked.

Mo Yu paused for a moment, then said in a warm voice: "I will give you the lock of the base, as long as the fire is lit, the dragon and vulture will be able to force them back. Remember, it can only be lit after the priest leaves, and after a stick of incense. "

"The holy mountain..."

Mo Yu's eyes were peaceful, as if he was just ordering trivial things: "The priest is not in good health. When we come out of the holy mountain, we will reward you according to our merits. Also," he left a last sentence: "I can't stop the dragon vulture. , Bring back that survivor’s witch doctor.”

The phrase "reward for merit" quickly rekindled hope among the orcs. A small and exquisite key was handed over to the elder, and several teams of orcs quickly rushed to the outskirts of the base.

On the back of the dragon vulture, Lu Mengji squinted, still searching the base.

Qingjue built every fort exactly the same, and the orcs of the Moshan clan who were captured by the dragon and vulture for interrogation didn't know where the priest lived.

When he arrived at a place, his eyes suddenly flashed like lightning: "Mo Yu——"

The satiated dragon vulture bent down, but at almost the same moment, a lion's roar sounded.

"Noah!" Mu Fan's eyes froze.The moment Lu Mengji opened his mouth, he grabbed the dragon vulture's reverse scales, and the dragon vulture was in pain, and flew towards the direction where it was calling for help.

On the side of the Moshan base, Noah's snow lion was surrounded by a group of orcs, protecting Ming Ran behind him.Seeing the appearance of the dragon vulture, both of them were surprised.

The face of the leader of the orcs of the Moshan tribe was ashen.As long as there is one more breath - he can catch these two people and hold Mu Fan hostage.But the orc simply cut himself a knife when the stinking mouth of the beast came at him.

The dagger was mixed with poison, and soon his expression became stiff and distorted, with a deadly falsehood: "You wait, so what about the dragon vulture? Wait for the elder—" The voice stopped abruptly.

Lu Mengji snorted coldly, obviously disdainful of the orc's so-called backhand.

Mu Fan jumped off Longjiu's back, and Lu Mengji followed him closely.Dragon Vulture originally wanted to lick the orc's corpse, but suddenly Lu Mengji slapped his head and turned his head. He was angry and wronged immediately, his scarlet eyes kept rolling.

"Yo," Lu Mengji said angrily, "I just caught this stupid bird, where can I catch it if it's poisoned to death?"

The dragon vulture half-understood what he had heard, but he didn't know what to say.

After finishing beating, Lu Mengji gave it a sweet date - touched the terrifying beast's terrifying forehead twice in an extremely perfunctory manner.Long Jiu was dazed by the touch, and there was a little bewilderment in his fierce eyes.

Snow Lion turned into Orc Noah again.The moment Mu Fan jumped off the Dragon Vulture, his pupils shrank slightly, and finally he was relieved because the young man was fine.At this time, Noah's hair was messed up, and his face was a little tired from the fierce struggle. When he thanked Mu Fan, he nodded reservedly. white peacock.

Lu Mengji narrowed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he went straight to Mu Fan's side, carelessly leaned on the young man's white neck, and rubbed it as if swearing sovereignty.

Noah finally looked away angrily.

Mu Fan turned his head back, and was looking into Lu Mengji's rather contented eyes. The man's left hand was casually hooked on his shoulder, obviously rubbing him with a feline look, but his expression was serious.

He frowned and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with your right hand?"

Lu Mengji paused for a moment, then said casually, "It hurts the muscles and bones, just wait for a few days to recuperate after work."

His eyes rubbed repeatedly on Mu Fan's face.In the three days in the white pomelo forest, the most terrifying thing was not the dragon vulture, not the poisonous fog, but the unknown after leaving Mufan—when the nuclear magnetic storm raged, he almost exhausted all his self-control to restrain himself from the storm The urge to look for Mu Fan.

At this time, Lu Mengji's right arm was wrapped in layers of bandages, and the wound was tightly covered by stitches, so he couldn't see clearly.

Mu Fan still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lu Mengji.

He made a mouth shape: Qingjue.

On that side, Ming Ran, who came out of the false alarm, finally regained his former clarity, and his eyes turned between the two of them.On the other side, Noah still looked at the sky, the earth, the snow, the orcs, but he didn't look at Lu Mengji, making Ming Ran wish he could kick him like this.

In the snow, Mu Fan walked towards the frightened group of Moshan orcs.Lu Mengji tacitly followed behind to drive away the dragon and vulture. Without ordering, the beast salivated at the food.

During the separate interrogation, Mu Fan only asked three questions.The location of Qingjue, the energy center of the base, and the maps of other bases.

Soon, six identical answers were handed over to him.

The Moshan tribe has a total of three bases in the forbidden area. This one is a purely military base with many fortresses. Except for sacrifices, only adult orcs who have been "given" to cultivate live.

The energy base is two kilometers southeast.One of them gave an additional message in order to survive. The key Mo Yu handed over to the elder was in the energy center of the base.

"Go to the energy center."

Ming Ran's eyes were a little blank, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't say much in the end.When he left the base, he looked at the fortress that imprisoned him, and his eyes were cold for a moment.Turning to one side, he found that Mu Fan was looking at him.

"I want to stay here." Ming Ran whispered.

Noah said quickly: "No. You follow Mu Fan and the others, and I stay. There are nearly a thousand Moshan orcs in the base. If something happens to you—"

Mu Fan interrupted: "Ming Ran, I hope you can come."

Ming Ran paused, and finally nodded.

He didn't ask Mu Fan again why he was going to the energy center, but Noah frowned and thought. He remembered that when he was in the fortress, Mu Fan stared at the steaming eaves for a long time, and there was an inexplicable creepy scene at the energy center. breath.

It seemed that among the few people, only Lu Mengji knew about Mu Fan's plan.

To the southeast of the base, the snow field is open and bright under the sun, the mist is dispersed, and the first morning after the snow stops is clear and clear.The dragon vulture flapped its bone wings in mid-air, circled and then landed.

"Someone has gone in." Lu Mengji said, pointing behind him again: "In that direction, there are more than fifty people walking towards the Moshan base."

Ming Ran's eyes lit up: "It's the hunting team of the clan!"

Mu Fan said: "Tell them to come too, don't get close to the base."

Lu Mengji nodded and pointed at Noah: "You, come up. Follow me to call someone."

Noah climbed onto the dragon vulture without saying a word, and the fierce beast grunted, and two streams of white smoke came out of its nostrils.

Longjiu's back was thick and sticky, and the man who ordered him to come up was sitting not far away, looking at him lazily with his legs crossed.Noah remained silent, imitating the landing dream machine, and stuck the dragon eagle's spine with his legs.But then the fierce beast fluttered its wings and soared into the air - the unsuspecting patriarch of the orc survivors lay down in a pile.

Not only in the Forbidden Zone, but even in the entire North Zone, and even Pandora, there were very few orcs with flying experience.And the fear of heights is common to almost all land creatures.

Lu Mengji raised his eyebrows in disdain, snapped his fingers, pinched the beast's neck, and swooped down.

When Noah raised his head again, his expression was complicated and envious.As an orc, he couldn't be more aware of the "demonstration" in front of him, but he also clearly knew the gap between him and himself.

In the snow field, the hunting team of the bereaved clan was terrified when the dragon vulture broke through the mist. Countless spears were thrown at the first beast that ravaged the white pomelo forest, all in vain.

The beast at the head roared loudly: "It's the dragon vulture! Back off! I'll block it, you go back—the patriarch?! Wait, it's the patriarch!"

When Noah landed, both legs were soft.After his brief explanation, as expected, more than 50 orc warriors cast admiring glances at Lu Mengji.

Being able to walk out of the white pomelo forest alive, taming dragons and vultures, and disrupting the Moshan base—any of these things made the orcs dare not even think about it.All of a sudden, fifty pairs of silver-gray vertical pupils looked at Lu Mengji, eagerly waiting for this indomitable warrior to speak.

"," Lu Mengji said briefly, "Thank you for helping me take care of Afan."

"You're welcome, you and Mr. Mu are..."

Lu Mengji raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the dragon vulture under his seat let out a high-pitched neigh, and the raised bone wings covered the sky and covered the sun, rolling up countless snowflakes, which made people feel no resistance at all.

He said, "Mu Fan is my lover."