Chapter 269: Killing Instinct
Zhu Minglang felt lingering fear.
In fact, all this happened in just a few seconds. Zhu Minglang would never have thought that such a king-level dragon shepherd like himself would almost have an accident in the trap of several dragons!
Sure enough, in this nature, no matter what level of creatures they are in, they should maintain a heart of awe. They are weak but overflowing. There are reasons why they are powerful and why all the monsters around here dare not come and go!
The huge wooden door reopened a gap, and Zhu Minglang walked in slowly.
He was still immersed in the horror of the three mourning dragons, but those Lihuagou guards near the wooden village gate looked at Zhu Minglang like monsters!
There are also many strong people in Lihuagou, including mortals and dragon shepherds, but even if they form a team and make a careful layout, it is extremely difficult to kill a mourning dragon.
This visitor killed three ambush dragons before everyone could react!
What a powerful guest! !
It should be warmly received! !
"He killed three mourning dragons, he killed three mourning dragons!"
I don't know who in the village shouted this first, and then the people around the village gathered around one after another, as if they were treating a hero!
Zhu Minglang was also dizzy.
Seeing these people's excited and incredible reactions, it wasn't that I was careless and almost capsized in the gutter, but that these mourning dragons were indeed extremely difficult to deal with, and it was extremely difficult to kill them!
"This is our new city lord of Runyu City. He came here to help you after seeing your rescue letter from Lihuagou." Hu Bailing also hurriedly introduced to the people in the first village of Lihuagou.
"Warrior Zhu, thank you so much. If you hadn't come, we wouldn't even have known that there were three phantom dragons ambushing in front of our gate. You saved a team of our patrol team the next day!" At this time , an uncle with a wrinkled face came, held Zhu Minglang's hand, and kept expressing his thanks.
Zhu Minglang glanced to the side, and found that there was a patrol team consisting of twenty young men and women, and the young man in the fur hat who was questioned at the gate of the village was also there.
"These mourning dragons are indeed terrifying," Zhu Minglang said.
Obviously, these people in the first village of Lihuagou didn't know that Sanglong was right in front of their gate.
And every day at dawn, they would send a team of people to patrol the mountains and cliffs near the stockade. Sanglong seemed to have mastered the patrol rules of their stockade, and planned to ambush this team.
Unfortunately, Zhu Minglang and his party came to visit when night fell...
What is horrifying is that these mourning dragons did not attack when the group of people passed by. They obviously realized that there were many high-level people in this group, and they might all be killed if they attacked rashly.
They choose to appear when the wooden door is opened and there are only one or two people left outside. The goal is very clear, that is, to kill the last one in the team!
Such meticulous thinking, such skillful hunting cooperation, is more terrifying than some well-trained killers!
Even some simple-minded and inexperienced humans seem a little stupid in the face of their wisdom.
"Sanglong is a natural catcher. They are born to kill. According to the statement from the Holy See, Sanglong used to serve the dragon of death.
The blood of slaughter flows in their bones. Most other creatures are born in the world for survival, evolution, and reproduction, while the death of dragons is only for killing. Any living thing is a prey in their eyes. Even if they die together, they will die. He rushed forward without hesitation. " said the middle-aged uncle with a wrinkled face.
Including humans, the first instinct is to survive.
Sanglong's first instinct is to kill.
How could this kind of dragon not make all spirits in this world frightened? No wonder those people in Runyu City sighed and showed deep fear when they heard about the death of the dragon.
Zhu Minglang had experienced it himself.
They do whatever it takes to kill themselves.
Even in the face of Shenmu Qingshenglong and Bingchen Bailong whose cultivation base is higher than theirs, they will not hesitate.
This kind of killing instinct is already against the survival laws of nature, but the wisdom of the mourning dragon is still very high, and it is a herd creature.
From Zhu Minglang's point of view, if this Lihuagou is weaker and has a lower awareness of prevention, it will not take long for tens of thousands of people in the entire Lihuagou to become corpses!
"The death of the dragon in the past doesn't seem to be so scary." Hu Bailing frowned and said.
"This generation of mourning dragons is stronger than in the past. They seem to have evolved even weirder hunting skills. Have you seen the ghosts? They never existed before." The uncle said.
"Besides, there are mourning dragons with other abilities, such as the foul night mourning dragon. Their breath will spread in the water source, turning all drinkable water into a kind of venom. Once someone drinks this water, Not only can't maintain life, but also become delirious, and do some things to assist Sanglong to kill people." Said the young man with the beast hair hat.
"Pollution of water sources, demagoguery?" Nan Yusuo asked in surprise.
These two kinds of abilities rarely appear on demon spirits and demon spirits. What kind of bloodline are these mourning dragons, and why do they inherit such terrible power.
pollute water sources.
This ability is simply vicious to the extreme.
No living being can do without water. No matter how powerful a living thing is, it must drink enough water within three days, otherwise it will be difficult to display its divine power.
In other words, as long as this village accidentally breaks into a dirty night mourning dragon, the whole village will be in a desperate situation.
In this way, Zhu Minglang also understood the behavior of the young man in the animal hair hat to close the door, and indeed he could not risk the lives of the entire village.
"This is just the Zanglong ability we have learned, and there are other terrifying killing talents. It is said that not only appeared in our Lihuagou, but also some towns and villages in the brown land have suffered." Said a very tall young man on the patrol team .
"Do you know the approximate quantity?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Uncle Pleated, the young man in the fur hat, and others all shook their heads.
They can't tell exactly how many mourning dragons there are. The first village in Lihuagou is already the best defense, and they also lost more than a thousand people. unconfirmed.
"Our situation here is better. At least we have kept the water source and we have enough food. The other villages...we can't help them." Uncle Fold said.
"Patriarch, patriarch!" At this moment, a man in a leather jacket hurried over.
Uncle Fold turned around, looked at the man's pale face, and subconsciously showed a dignified expression, it seemed that there was bad news again!
"Brothers who brought water to the second village, I'm afraid something happened. Geng Fengnong's Xinying flew back covered in blood." The man said.
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