I have to say that the efficiency of the Snow Beast Elder is really too high.

At noon the second day after Yang Dashuan returned to the territory, the figures of the two ancient snow beasts with hair plucked all their hair appeared on the periphery of Maple Leaf Town. The shirtless ancient snow beasts were so scared that all the slaves were unable to attend. Xien roared and rushed over with a group of swamp giants. As a result, a Tam fell over his shoulder and hit the ground hard. It was not until a while before he realized who the other party was. [bsp;    "God, this is really too hot!" The young man who had just come down from the snow mountain complained to Tam.

This sentence caused a lot of slaves to look at each other frequently.

Mid-December is the coldest season on the wasteland. The temperature of dripping water making the two guys complain that it is too hot. This really makes the slaves wrapped in a thick cotton jacket feel a little unhappy. However, when he looked at the other person's figure, no matter how unhappy he was, he had to swallow his resentment back into his stomach.

Yang Dashuan came to the two young men in a horoscope step.

The young man carried a huge animal skin pocket on his shoulder, and there were blood stains on the bottom of the bag, dripping down, and he could ask a smell of fishy smell from afar.

"Dear Master, this is what the elder asked us to send to you." The young man from the ancient snow beast turned over his pocket of the animal skin, and a huge ice field brown bear fell out. Several slaves next to him were startled and looked over. The ice field brown bear had its neck twisted. The throat was torn open, and the sticky blood was still pouring out. "The elder said, I'll give you five hundred monsters at a time a year. This amount is too huge, so the elder asked us to catch one and send it once, so that we young people can see the world!"

Yang Dashuan nodded quite satisfied.

The Ice Field Brown Bear is a common high-level monster in the Kemesl Mountains. It has three-blade height when adults, and can flexibly use ice protection magic. Although it has no lethality, it is also a kind of difficult guy to mess with with its own strength. However, for ancient snow beasts, dealing with them is as easy as hitting a child.

The young man from the snow beast took out a shiny dagger from behind his waist, and passed the brown bear one by one. The dagger cut down along the wound behind the brown bear's neck. The young man's technique was extremely skillful, and he slashed the dagger to the bottom and opened directly to the brown bear's anus. He grabbed the cut-out bear skin with both hands and pulled it hard. The dagger shook and cut off the place where the flesh and flesh were connected. Suddenly, a complete bear skin was stripped down.

This scene made the slaves' eyes widen.

"Learn to the point!" Yang Dashuan shouted to the slaves.

"Master, this bear meat is a bit old. It has to be cooked for one or two days in advance, otherwise it will not be chewed." The young man from the snow beast narrowed his left eye and pressed the dagger in front of the bear's brain. With a slight knock on his left hand, the dagger pried open his head. After a while, a snow-white magic crystal was picked out. Yang Dashuan reached out to take it, and the brown bear's crystal core emitted a cold air in the palm of his hand, and the thick magic power kept rolling inside.

"There is also a Kegulas ice snake, which is also a high-level monster. I caught it yesterday and it is not dead yet."

The young man from the snow beast took the pocket of the skin on his companion's shoulder and flipped his hands. A piece of sticky flesh fell off. The ice snake's vitality was extremely tenacious. Even though all the internal organs were hollowed out, the slippery body was still twisting and mixed. According to the method of dealing with the brown bear, the dagger slashed along the wound and easily peeled off the snake's skin in a few seconds. The magic crystal was also taken out, and several slaves holding the magic crystal were trembling with cold.

"Why are they all ice-type monsters?" Yang Dashuan kicked the Kegulas Ice Snake who was still twitching on the ground.

Although both of these are advanced monsters, the ice-type magic crystal itself has insufficient lethality, which inevitably makes him feel a little disappointed.

The young snow beast smiled shyly and rubbed his thick palms. "Master, most of the people living on the snow mountain are ice-type monsters. There are many poison-type two-legged flying dragons at the foot of the mountain, but you know that those group-type monsters cannot afford to offend. However, ice-type monsters also have their advantages!"

The young man squatted down and twisted the peeled bear skin.

"Master, the fur of ice-type monsters is much higher than that of any monster. You can use these furs as linings and embroider them in the armor. Didn't you tell our elder that you want to form an air force? This is what our elder specifically ordered. Look, this bear skin is warm and light, and can be comparable to any magic armor."

That's true.

Yang Dashuan nodded.

Jiang is so hot that the old guy can even think of these things. Joan of Arc and Alice looked at each other and gave thumbs up together.

The slaves shouted neatly and lifted the corpse of the monster into the house. The rest of the work was left to the swamp giants, and they had to pick the monster's flesh off the bones. As for the bones, they had to preserve them. When Old Duke came to the territory, they were given the magic props to them.

"I'll keep the account!" Alice took a quill pen and wrote down the receipt on the note, pulled it off, tear off the page and handed it to the young man from the snow beast.

The young man from Snow Beast squeezed his eyes, but he didn't recognize him, and he embarrassedly stuffed the bag into his pocket.

"Master, let's go back first. Every six or seven days from now on, the elders will send people down from the snow-capped mountains to deliver the monsters to you. If the number is small, don't worry. We will make up for it for you."

Hearing this, Alice nodded.

"Young guy who can talk!" Yang Dashuan smiled happily, and habitually wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder. As a result, he stretched out his hand and could only be close to the other person's thigh. "What are you anxious to go back? Finally, you can go down the mountain and play for a few days before leaving!"

Since the first time, Yang Dashuan fell in love with this guy.

The clean and neat way of doing things without any dragging it out. This is something that the swamp giants who like to snatch their feet all day cannot compare to. Since the old thing that elder Snow Beast refused to go down the mountain, we will send him down his tribe members to keep them all in the territory.

"Yes, stay for a few days! I'll let the kitchen make you a sumptuous dinner." Joan of Arc tied his apron and ran into the kitchen.

"No, the elder is waiting for us to go back." The young man was really true.

Yang Dashuan wanted to speak, but Alice grabbed him. Nizi waved and signaled to send the two tribesmen to a long journey. Seeing them walking away, she said in a low voice. "Their elders are obviously wary of us. If you leave these two guys in the territory without saying a word, maybe the next day, the group of ancient snow beasts will come to the door."

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes and looked at the two young men who had disappeared on the wasteland while shaking their butts.

If the slaves in their territory are as capable as ancient snow beasts, then what are you afraid of? Seeing Yang Dashuan being quite troubled, Alice gently hugged Yang Dashuan. "Rogge, I know you want these ancient snow beasts to serve you, but you are too anxious. Don't forget, how much these snow beasts have been harmed by humans! They can agree to your conditions and send us five hundred monsters every year, which is a huge concession!"

"But I'm not willing!" Yang Dashuan nodded and looked at the snow-capped mountain that was too high. "If I give me 30,000 snow beasts like this, I dare to kill directly into the troupe. I want Mr. Peter, the old bastard, to taste the power of my butcher knife! But I was very convinced, the old man refused to give up."

Alice smiled pretty. "The Snow Beast's hatred and suspicion for humans is stronger than any race on the Heke continent, and he cannot help us."

"Hmph, if I don't have a good time, they won't think it's better!" Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes. "I will spread the news that they live in the Kemesl Mountains throughout the continent!"

Alice knew that Yang Dashuan was absolutely in a hurry to say such words.

As the days get closer, the entire Maple Leaf Town has killed less than 6,000 people. No matter how much these guys are, they cannot deal with the public team that exceeds forty times their own. Lelen and Iverson are still in the swamp swamp in the air, and Iverson don’t know if they can come back when the public team enters the territory. Take a step back and say, what’s the use of Lelen and Iverson successfully bringing the swamp giant tribe to the wasteland?

But about five hundred swamp giants!

War is always just a matter for most people. No matter how strong an individual is, it cannot make waves in the thousands of troops. Yang Dashuan dares to bet that five hundred swamp giants were thrown into the 200,000-kilometre team, and even a quarter of the seeds could not hold on!

Even the Principality of Edfran cannot pass this level. How can Yang Dashuan resist the army of the three empires that have reached millions?
Chapter completed!