Hussere, who was originally stunned, was wreaking havoc back and forth in the gray elf settlement without restraint.

The chiefs and players, who were so shocked that they forgot where they were, panicked when they saw him dragging a dense group of gray elves towards them.

They shouted loudly to each other to remind their companions to prepare for battle, and the players holding shields set up their shields to prepare for the impact of the gray elves.

The chief also held up the small buckler on his left arm and shouted to remind the players around him to make way for a passage so that the monkey could rush out.

But what he didn't expect was that the players who were crowding and blocking the several-meter-wide entrance would not have time to make room.

Hussere, who had already rushed in front of them, jumped into the air and flipped directly over their heads. After landing, he rolled and stood up.

He thrust the two huge swords that were still dripping with blood into the ground, and showed no intention of evacuating. Instead, he shouted to the chief who turned to look at him: "Dang the pig! Give it to the goose!"

When he saw that Hussere had broken away from the Gray Elf tribe and was about to lead the players to retreat and set fire, the chief almost lost his legs and knelt down!

The monkey has no intention of retreating at all, he just came out to rest for a while and fill his stomach after getting tired of killing people, right?

"Bros!"

"Fight with me!"

"Help the monkey gain time to recover his strength!"

The chief's scalp was numb as he saw the monkey escaping. The gray elves, who thought he couldn't bear it any longer, swarmed over him. He could only bite the bullet and yelled: "The people behind will give the monkey the meat they brought!"

Several players who helped Hussere carry the meat buns quickly took off their bags and backpacks and threw them to him.

Hussere didn't care whether he was buried on the ground or not, and sat down on the spot.

He took off the bloody iron gloves and lifted off the bloody metal grille visor.

He opened his luggage and backpack, grabbed the thick-cut steak, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

A bag full of 25 kilograms of meat was swallowed whole without even chewing.

Because he was worried that the food would be too full and affect his movements, Hussere didn't even dare to eat more. He just filled the food storage and satiety levels to 50% and 75% respectively.

He put on his visor, put on his iron gloves, stood up, pulled out two giant swords and a heavy sword, accelerated, and somersaulted over the heads of the chiefs and the others into the Gray Elf tribe. It took less than five minutes in total.

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But in just these five minutes, the chiefs and others who struggled to resist the gray elves were already covered in injuries and their faces were covered in blood.

When the man was in the air, Husserey wielded his two swords and slashed Mount Huashan with one force.

It directly smashed into the group of gray elves and opened two blood paths, and then followed up with a dual-wielding windmill!

The blade of the giant sword almost grazed the noses of the guarding chief and several players, and swept away the blood on their faces!

But it also instantly cleared out the group of gray elves within a radius of six meters in front of the tribe's gate, leaving only half of the corpses on the ground and half of the gray elves that were not dead yet and could only scream and scream miserably.

He rushed back and forth to the left and right of the gate, clearing out the gray spirits nearby for the chief and others.

Hussere once again crossed his swords, twirling and flying, and crashed into the group of gray elves, plowing a bloody path.

In just five minutes, the chieftain frantically slashed at the incoming gray spirits, and was so tired that he almost threw away his curved-edged sword.

Looking at that figure that looked like a perpetual motion machine with some disbelief.

The chief spat, wiped the blood on his face with his free left hand, and roared: "The injured are moved to the back to bandage their wounds! The uninjured are pushed to the front to replace them! Send someone to remove the scout team and those at the back.

Call the remote logistics team! Today we have to stop these dogs... and so on!"

Although the chief did not clearly state what he wanted to do, the players who already understood what he wanted to do, whether they were injured or not, all raised their arms and roared with great morale.

Although the walls of the gray elf settlement are just randomly piled up by the gray elfs.

However, it is filled with sharpened sticks and broken bone spurs, and it is not that simple to get over it.

Therefore, as long as the chief and the others block the several-meter-wide gap at the gate, they can block an entire tribe of gray elves inside.

Players even used the corpses of gray spirits to build a half-human-high corpse wall at the gate.

The lower three lanes are specially used to defend against sneak attacks by the short gray elves. Anyway, the monkeys can do somersaults and don't care about the half-human-height obstacle.

The scout team and the long-range logistics team hurriedly arrived, standing on the carriage, using projectiles to pour damage crazily into the gap several meters wide, and for a while they actually blocked the frightened Gray Elves.

I don’t know whether it was because the monkeys attracted hatred, or because I was frightened by the hundreds of players staring at the gate. Not many gray spirits attacked the gate, which greatly reduced the pressure on the players.

Next, it was time for Hussere's personal show. A group of players who blocked the gate looked at him as a monkey, chasing an entire tribe of gray spirits from the east to the west, and then from the south to the north, spinning in circles.

Crazy strangulation of the remaining gray spirits.

There were originally only about a hundred or so big gray spirits, but Hussere kept finding opportunities to attack and kill them in the process. Soon, only twenty or thirty were left, and they retreated to the tribe in panic, surrounded by an extra tall and strong one.

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Although there are still a large number of little gray spirits left, it is obvious that the gray spirit tribe is almost finished by Hussere.

In the middle, Hussere rushed out to replenish the meat supply, and ate all the thick-cut meat steak he brought this time. He estimated that the accumulated energy would be enough to kill all the remaining gray spirits.

"Flower Snake! Bring your scout team and roam outside the tribe to kill the gray elves who have escaped!"

"Gan Tofu! You lead the long-range team to guard the exit for me. The rest of the combat team will go in with me and kill all those gray spirits!"

Seeing that the originally dense group of gray elves gradually became sparse, the players' emotions gradually began to become more exciting, and the chief also shouted excitedly and ordered: "Don't let me let any of them go!"

"Ouch!!!"

The players howled like ghosts and wolves, and without hesitation followed the chief and rushed towards the gray elf tribe like wolves.

This is a Gray Elf tribe that has never been opened up before. It has not even succeeded in clearing up the battles organized by the camp. How many good things must be hidden in it?

The gray spirits have been scared to death by Hussere and they don't dare to get close to him at all.

Seeing him was like seeing a ghost. He cried for his father and mother and ran away in all directions. Husseree had to chase them everywhere with two big swords.
Chapter completed!