The natives who were lying in the distance calmed down in an instant because they found that the originally noisy maple was at the front. If it weren't for the most fragile bottom line of fear in their hearts that maintained their clear consciousness, perhaps these wandering robbers would rush to this territory full of food without hesitation.

There was a sudden wail and shouting of killing sounds on the wasteland where only breathing sounded.

The natives raised their heads and looked at Maple Leaf Town in confusion. At some point, there was already fighting. The extremely hungry natives were like a flood, rushing the rock-like centaur back.

The centaurs obviously couldn't hold on.

"Boss, are we going too? We have to do it quickly! We can grab as much as we can, don't grab all the food for them at that time!" From time to time, young and unsustainable natives in the wasteland were murmuring in a low voice, and hunger made them forget the potential danger.

Some natives also said nothing, picked up a stone from the ground and left it to their waists, and rushed up.

Today, Maple Leaf Town is like an isolated island, surrounded by these indigenous people from all directions. The war here has attracted the attention of all indigenous people and is quietly spreading to the periphery.

In the snow, a few partridges with their wings flew into the sky with their stiff wings. The "quack" shouts made some impulsive natives stop. Looking forward, more than a dozen big guys carrying maces walked out of the entrance of the town with their muscles shaking their bodies. The unbuilt city wall completely highlighted the height of these giants. Every step they took, the entire ground was trembling.

Although the natives knew that there were so many god-like warriors in this town, after seeing it with their own eyes, fear still spread. The appearance of these giants was like a basin of cold water on the heads of all the natives, and they were poured into a cold heart!

Yang Dashuan put away the ‘Galileo far-sighted tube’.

The fear of the indigenous people was clearly imprinted in Yang Dashuan's mind, and the indigenous people who were preparing to charge with him couldn't help but turn back.

"How is it?" Alice tiptoed, and she only saw the natives on the outside retreating, and the others were not clearly seen.

"All back, these guys have to be at least peaceful for a day!" Yang Dashuan pinched his chin and kept smacking his lips.

This is not a matter.

Two days ago, the centaurs were able to suppress these natives. When more than three hundred centaurs rushed out of the town, these natives were so scared that they escaped ten kilometers away. However, after two days, these extremely hungry guys dared to attack the territory desperately. Even the appearance of the swamp giant only temporarily dispelled the idea of ​​these natives, and they only retreated less than half a kilometer away.

If we spend another day, wouldn’t these natives be in a mess?

"Or we'll take people out!" Joan of Arc frowned and said. "I'm really tired of this feeling. Even when I sleep, I feel like I smell the stench of these natives. And look, there are more and more of them, maybe tomorrow it will reach 40,000!"

"No!" Alice always held the opposite opinion of Joan of Arc. "Even if we go out, we can't drive these robbers away! The snow in this winter came early and heavy, and the natives had no place to find food at all. In addition, our territory is here in the entire extinct wasteland, so they can't drive them away at all! Even if they are driven away, they will come back sooner or later, just like the centaurs expelled them two days ago."

Yang Dashuan pursed his mouth.

Joan of Arc and Alice had both correct opinions and ideas. Just after one night last night, the natives gathered on the periphery doubled. And if this situation is not stopped quickly, it may lead all the natives on the entire wasteland. No one knows how many natives there are in the extinction wasteland.

And just as Alice said, it was sealed by heavy snow for nearly three months, and the entire wasteland that could fill the stomach was basically swallowed by the natives. Looking around the entire Gru area, all that could be seen was the melting ice, snow, rocks and sand. If they could not be driven away at once, they would only delay the threat for a few days. And in a few days, this threat would expand again, and even overturn the territory.

This result is unacceptable to Yang Dashuan!

"Then let's be afraid of them so that they dare not come to our place again!" Joan of Arc beat his fist hard. "It's really not possible, just kill all these damn natives!"

"Can you kill them all?" Alice pursed her mouth. "Didn't you see that their hard bones can even make the weapon curling blades created by the dwarves make the strong centaurs raise their hands a little harder! Their number has exceeded 20,000. If we cannot expel them in a short time, this number will increase exponentially and even become our nightmare!"

The two girls discussed the discussion more and more intensely, and they blushed.

Yang Dashuan played with the "Galileo far-sighted tube" in his hand, and said nothing.

The battle outside the moat has completely ended, and the addition of the swamp giant and ogre slaves has caused the entire battle situation to tilt in an instant, striking heavy blows to these guys' just burning blood.

The mace, which was larger than their bodies, was easily swung by the swamp giants, and could directly take away the lives of three or four natives with one stick. Under this huge force, the inverted hook on the mace could tie these bear goblins into sieves. Even if they did not turn into meat under the mace, they would be tied into a human-shaped water bottle. Soon the bodies were built up, and about one thousand natives were killed in just five minutes, and at least four or five hundred were trampled on each other while running away. The entire outskirts of Maple Leaf Town became a small meat mincing farm, emitting a disgusting fishy smell everywhere.

Sheen took the swamp giants to chase these scattered natives, but remembered the half-filled piece of Rosa beast's thigh flesh in the bowl, touched his half-full belly and turned back.

When he saw that the swamp giant turned around, the Hulk Troll Gao Fei, who originally wanted to take this opportunity to make a great contribution, suddenly felt a stir in his heart. He looked at the natives who were wandering on the wasteland in the distance, and the darkness made his scalp numb. After weighing his life, Gao Fei still decisively insisted on retreating with the ogres.

Yang Dashuan picked up the ‘Galileo far-sighted tube’.

Seeing that the people from Maple Leaf Town did not chase them out, the scattered natives stopped at the same time after a rush. Coupled with the summoning of some indigenous tribe leaders, these bear goblins and ogres turned around.

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but frowned. After experiencing the expulsion just now, the number of these natives not only did not decrease significantly, but instead increased more than before.

Just as I was thinking, the Motorola 2000 in my arms shook. I picked it up and heard that it was Old John.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Yang Dashuan greeted happily. "Does the second batch of slaves have to be sent here? Wait for now, I'm in a little trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Old John was obviously stunned.

"Winter is almost over, and the natives on the extinct wasteland are beginning to become restless. They have eaten all their food and are gathering outside my territory. There are almost 20,000 or 30,000!" Yang Dashuan smiled and said, "Dad, the group of slaves you gave me last time is really not a good deal. What I want is to be a knight of the Air Force Thunder Flying Team, not a group of coolies. This time I send it to me, you have to let Charlie keep it a good job!"

The other end agreed repeatedly.

Joan of Arc and Alice also came up, listening to the conversation between the old and the young with their ears. Yang Dashuan grinned, and his hands wrapped around him, holding both girls in his arms. The girls were startled and screamed.

"You boy's life is pretty!" Old John spat hard on the other end, with an envious tone. "Tell you, don't be too happy too early. The military funds that the three empires secretly funded the Principal of Edfran have arrived, and they will have to be transported to Gothic City in three or four days! I make an appointment, when the batch of supplies are sent to Gothic City, Grand Duke Peter's army will have to kill to the wasteland!"
Chapter completed!