Chapter 906

"It will be a little painful in a while, endure it and it will pass. If you really can't endure it, it doesn't matter if you scream." Wei Yuan held a big axe and spoke softly to the beautiful Shaman in front of him, with a gentle attitude.

The little beautiful Shaman was determined: "I won't scream!"

"Good, then endure it." Wei Yuan swung the giant axe and chopped off a thin arm in the center of the little beautiful Shaman's back!

The little beautiful Shaman's face turned snow-white instantly, but she only muffled a hum.

Tianyu, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately poured water fused with sacrificial power on the wound, and three other Strength Shamans roared at the wound, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wei Yuan held the thin arm and said to the Strength Shamans: "Too much is as bad as too little. Before your strength reaches it, don't have too many flashy limbs. It will only take away the nutrients on your body, and it will take a lot of time and energy to temper. Before maturity, it will be a weakness that is difficult for you to defend."

"So useless branches should be pruned, and the main trunk will be stronger! Useless organs and arms are just decorations and will only drag down your combat power."

"What is beauty? Strength is beauty! Being able to fight is beauty!"

Wei Yuan swung his axe and chopped off a cluster of ribbons behind the shoulders of another little beautiful Shaman.

There are more than four thousand Strength Shamans in the Sharp Edge fortress, and there are a few little beautiful Shamans, and there are even more middle-aged and elderly beautiful Shamans.

Among the three hundred Strength Shamans under Wei Yuan, there are several little beautiful Shamans. Fortunately, these few little beautiful Shamans were all sent by Master Master Ronglong later, belonging to the type that is particularly enthusiastic and particularly easy to be moved. Therefore, after being reshaped by Wei Yuan's Shaman aesthetics, they agreed to Wei Yuan's hands-on work.

With a few little beautiful Shamans taking the lead, it was much smoother for Wei Yuan to prune other Strength Shamans. The little beautiful Shamans didn't scream, and they couldn't scream even more, so after a morning's work, a pile of strange limbs was piled up in a corner of the courtyard.

Strength Shamans belong to the variety that is particularly good at growing. Everything that is insufficient, such as brains, utensils, and weapons, will be supplemented by the flesh. However, because the flesh does not undertake the function of thinking, the flesh of the same size is stronger than the Mingwang Hall.

Wei Yuan cut off all kinds of strange parts of his Strength Shamans and pruned these Strength Shamans neatly, so that the newly created armor could be put on. Otherwise, this Strength Shaman has an extra hand on his back, and that Strength Shaman has a few clusters of flesh whiskers under his ribs, how can he wear armor?

A deeper reason is that if the Strength Shamans are not pruned neatly, the armor cannot be mass-produced at all.

Now among the three hundred Strength Shamans, more than half have undergone rough pruning, and they are lying on the ground dying at this moment. Seeing this, Wei Yuan displayed the best method to boost morale, opening the altar!

A moment later, the Strength Shamans forgot the pain on their bodies, howling and wanting to fight the Flame Demons to the death.

It's just that the injuries were not light, and many Strength Shamans tossed for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

At noon the next day, all three hundred Strength Shamans arrived, one by one jumping and jumping, most of the wounds had healed, and it was basically impossible to see any injuries.

The vitality of the Strength Shamans in the Sharp Edge fortress is particularly tenacious, like spring leeks, growing again after being cut. As the saying goes, the sickle cannot be cut, and the spring breeze blows again.

The Strength Shamans felt their bodies light at this time. They became bald and stronger.

Just as Wei Yuan was about to start the day's work, he suddenly felt a move in his heart, feeling a terrifying momentum rising from the far distance!

That place was originally far beyond the limit of spiritual sense perception, but that momentum was too huge and too terrifying, forming a storm with a diameter of thousands of miles, rudely breaking into Wei Yuan's perception.

A huge aura also appeared on the other side, and Lord Jiumu' voice was already a bit anxious, rumbling and spreading: "Damn it, it's only been thirty-odd years, why is there another Flame Storm? You guys fend for yourselves!"

Lord Jiumu unfolded his true body, like a huge dark cloud, rushing toward the storm in the distance.

Master Master Ronglong appeared beside Wei Yuan at some point, his face rarely solemn, saying: "Lord Jiumu has his own opponent. If no other Heavenly Shamans rush over in this battle, then he will likely be dragged to the end of the storm, unable to help us. We never expected that the Flame Storm that occurs once every two hundred years would come suddenly, and many preparations have not been made. This battle will be very difficult, and many Shamans will die. I still have an Evasive Wind Eel. If the battle situation is unfavorable, you can ride it and escape. You are different from us and have no obligation to die defending this place."

Wei Yuan said: "You also have no obligation to die defending this place."

Master Master Ronglong rarely showed a smile on his face, pointed to the numerous Strength Shamans in the fortress, and said: "I have an obligation to them."

Wei Yuan nodded, took a silver little insect the size of a thumb from Master Master Ronglong, and said: "When the situation is critical, I will escape."

Master Master Ronglong said: "You must escape! Facts have proven that we haven't found an effective way to resist Flame Demons for hundreds of thousands of years. On the contrary, the Flame Demons' tactics are becoming more and more targeted at us. Strength Shamans must change, and the hope of change is you. Even if the entire fortress dies in battle, as long as you can escape, then we still have hope."

Wei Yuan never expected Master Master Ronglong to say this, and could only sigh in his heart, saying: "I'll fight for a while first. Escaping without fighting is not my style."

"That's fine." Master Master Ronglong turned and left, his figure disappearing instantly.

War drums roared in the fortress, but they were almost drowned out by the terrifying storm. All the Strength Shamans were rushing to the city wall, and some Strength Shamans even carried large bags of rations. Hundreds of Strength Shamans opened the armory and tried their best to move the military equipment hoarded inside to the city wall. ===== CHAPTER 907 =====