Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

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"you......"

The other horse-faced man's eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at his companion who had his throat bitten through and lost his life.

He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the bloodthirsty rock dog at the corner of his mouth. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

Chewing a piece of bloody meat bitten off from the bearded man in his mouth, he swallowed it with a "Gulu" sound. The rock dog's eyes with a faint green light looked at the horse-faced man.

"Hmph, you little bitch is quite capable. You can even pretend to be dead."

Being swept away by Yan Gou's gaze, the horse-faced man came back to his senses, sneered, raised his shotgun and aimed at Yan Gou.

Before, I was just shocked that there was still a rock dog who dared to resist, and even killed one of his companions.

But he didn't have any pity or fear. The total number of rock dogs he shot was as simple as squeezing an ant to death.

As for the bearded man, who cares if he lives or dies, there will be one less person to share the money with.

"bump"

Tongues of fire spurted out, and the bullets flew out of the barrel, hitting the rock and sending up a burst of sparks.

After so many years of fighting, the horse-faced man would not panic because of a missed shot. He loaded the gun skillfully without any panic, and then aimed again at the approaching rock dog.

The flames spurted out again, accompanied by a whimper and a muffled sound. He knew without looking that he must have hit the target.

The next second, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He instinctively raised the shotgun in his hand to resist, but the rock dog's mouth glowed with black light and bit the shotgun into pieces.

"Snapped"

The shotgun, which was broken into parts, fell from the horse-faced man's hand and fell to pieces on the ground. Also broken was the horse-faced man's warm heart.

A blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his heart, warm blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the flesh and blood inside was still squirming.

The originally beating heart was now only half-broken and still hanging there, bitten and bloody.

The horse-faced man looked down at his heart, which was almost pierced, and then looked at the rock dog chewing half of his heart in his mouth, with bright red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth to the ground, like a hell dog.

He couldn't even feel the pain anymore. He only felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker. His last thought before falling down was, how could I capsize in the gutter and die in the mouth of a dog?

Swallowing half of the heart that had been chewed to pieces in his mouth, his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

The rock dog's fur was dyed bright red by the blood spurted by the horse-faced man, and his eyes were filled with hatred that could make people suffocate.

He cast one last cold glance at the corpses of the bearded man and the horse-faced man, turned around and limped away.

Its left leg had been shot before, and the bullet was still embedded in it. The blood trickled out, leaving a bloody trace along the way, but it had no time to care about such things now.

Around them, gunshots continued to ring out, poachers were still rampant in the forest, doing whatever they wanted, and the screams of the Rock Dog clan resounded throughout the forest.

Just killing two poachers was not enough. His compatriots were still being hunted mercilessly.

It is going to kill all the other poachers in the forest who are hunting its compatriots.

Don't leave one

The limping figure disappeared into the forest, so lonely and determined...

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There was blood in his eyes. That day, almost the entire forest was dyed blood red, with the blood of the Rock Dog clan and the blood of poachers.

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nbsp;This is the hatred that the Mane Rock werewolves have been unable to forget for decades, and they cannot forget it. They will always remember it until they die.

The Mane Rock Werewolf roared fiercely at the human in front of him, and this human's few words brought back this unbearable memory.

It even felt that its left leg seemed to be aching again.

The bullet that was shot into the leg has remained there for decades. It reminds me all the time that the hatred of genocide must not be forgotten.

On that day, a total of 27 poachers were killed by themselves, and 26 of them were killed. Only one poacher discovered the situation in advance and fled the forest with a car of corpses.

It was the escape of this poacher that made the Mane Rock Werewolf paranoid that he had not avenged his tribe, making his mind become more and more twisted in hatred.

So in the end, as long as they are human beings, they are the targets of its attacks. Human beings are all murderers of their own people.

The hatred and killing intent in the eyes of the Maneyan werewolf were enough to make the baby stop crying, but Mo Hen seemed to ignore it, with a sarcastic smile on his lips and a sarcastic tone:

"Calling you useless is just flattering you. Decades have passed. Have you found the poacher who escaped? I'm afraid you haven't even seen his shadow."

"They used the corpses of your kind in exchange for a lot of money. They get away with it every day and live a comfortable life. If they look at you again, you will look like a dog or a ghost. You are just a cripple."

"Still huddled in the center of the forest all day long, not daring to go out at all, for fear of being discovered by humans."

"Your tribe must hate you very much. Why is it that only a loser like you survived? If it was someone else who survived, he should have taken revenge long ago."

"Roar"

His chest rose and fell, as if he couldn't bear the stimulation from Mo Hen. The mane rock werewolf's eyes turned blood red, he jumped up and flew towards Mo Hen.

Revealing madness, bloodlust, and hysteria.

A faint white shimmer appeared on the sharp claws, and a streak of light streaked in the air. The hair on the back of the maned rock werewolf stood up like a hedgehog, like steel spikes, shining with cold light.

Rending Claw

The speed was maximized, and only a black line could be seen flashing by. The Mane Rock Werewolf had already appeared in front of Mo Hen's eyes. A very direct claw, without any twists and turns, grabbed Mo Hen's throat.

The Mane Rock Werewolf knows very well that it is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and it has always pursued the goal of spending the least amount of effort.

The Mane Rock Werewolf has no formal training. It relies entirely on the fighting instincts learned in desperate fights with poachers and humans.

"bump"

As if it hit an indestructible iron plate, its sharp claws shattered on the spot and shattered into pieces.

The maned rock werewolf lowered his arms, letting the blood drop one by one on the ground, and stared coldly at a large blue lizard with blood-colored wings in front of him.

"Roar"

The roar of the dragon sounded from the mouth of the violent flying dragon, and its power made even the Mane Rock Werewolf, who had long disregarded life and death, tremble slightly.

The Tyrannosaurus's eyes were cold, and he directly used the Dragon Charge in his most powerful posture to crush him all the way.

The maned rock werewolf had no time to dodge or resist before it was swallowed up by the blue-purple dragon shadow.

With a flip of his wrist, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand. Mo Hen slowly walked towards the maned rock werewolf who had lost the ability to move.

"Actually, living is more painful than dying."

Amid the complex expressions of hatred, madness, relief and other complex expressions of the Maneyan werewolf, Mo Hen held the dagger and resolutely swung it down.

Blood splattered all over his face.