Chapter 987

The two animal armies are facing each other, and the scorpion beast does not stop. Under the leadership of Santa zachari, it quickly spreads towards the direction of the jungle. The dark and oppressive one is like a devil crawling from hell, trying to make trouble in the world.

"Roar!"

The white tiger in the silver armor roared. Before the scorpion army attacked, he ordered all the animals to rush up.

All of a sudden, the animal roared in the air and howled into the sky. Even the clouds in the sky were faintly shocked.

When the orcs of silver armor rushed into the desert, the barren desert suddenly became three colors.

Black in front, yellow in the middle, white on the edge.

Black and white quickly drew close to each other, devouring the yellow sand. Black and white crossed each other, and the silver armored beast that entered the black area soon covered with black spots.

But they are fearless and braver. The only masks are a big mouth. It's very difficult for scorpions to start from this place. It's not as convenient as those small wild scorpions.

But the iron armour is smooth and slippery, so it's hard for the wild scorpion to crawl. Step on the crisscross of the armour with your feet. You'll be caught and broken in all kinds of fierce actions of the ORC. There are scorpions climbing on the orc's body and falling off again and again.

Vincent was the first to take a leap on the back of the scorpion. When he landed, his claws cut off the tail of the scorpion.

He killed a corpse strewn road in the scorpion tide, showing the invincible style of general. Mitchell was against him, which stopped the flow of corpse river.

Mitchell and Vincent used to be able to play up and down, or both. Vincent was poisoned by his scorpion, and he was bitten on top of his head.

This time, when Vincent was wearing armor, his scorpion tail was hard to please him, while Vincent was braver, and he could not bear three or two moves.

"Shasha" Mitchell called several three pattern beast helpers to stabilize the war situation.

The animals in armor and the scorpions who are honest with each other are like a cold weapon with a knife, a gun, a sword, a staff and so on. It's not a hot weapon with a machine gun and a cannon. After all, the higher the scorpion's rank is, the harder the shell is. It's OK to block a few iron claws.

But it is clear which is better or worse.

San zachari looked coldly at the war situation around him and climbed towards Curtis with his scorpion tail high.

Catch the king first.

Curtis stood quietly in the clean sand, watching Santa zachari climb.

He is very afraid of Santa zachari. It's not easy to keep his life in his hands, let alone kill him. However, when he watched the six feet of the giant scorpion swing rapidly, his speed could not go up all the time, and his eyes could not help but show irony.

Moore jumped from the tree and joined the battle as San zachari attacked Curtis.

It's a day and a night. The smell of blood in the air is so strong that it can almost condense into substance. It seems like blood dripping in the lungs when inhaled.

The black spots in the desert are obviously sparse, but the number of herds is almost the same.

It's just that San zachari still has the upper hand. On the contrary, Curtis and Moore are OK, but they are a bit embarrassed to avoid flashing. Moore is covered with blood, like a skinned blood man circling around the scorpion, I don't know how to maintain such a strong fighting ability and quick escape speed.

Curtis and Moore are in a fashion of snake venom and can't kill them. At this time, Santa zachari has recovered its peak strength. Naturally, they don't plan to fight hard, but are delaying time.