I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

The Tar people are the kings living on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

They are the most mysterious sheep people among the ancient tribe, living in seclusion.

The Tahr sheep has a body as strong as that of a cow, and its facial features are extremely similar to those of a cow, but there are also some differences.

Aloof and domineering, with the flowing mane on its neck as majestic as a lion, the Tahr sheep has agile limbs, hard hooves, and strong jumping ability, and its fighting power far exceeds that of a bull.

They can climb and jump on cliffs at will, and can easily walk along a small path next to a dangerous cliff.

Its thick hair and hard skin give it strong defensive capabilities.

Its powerful hind legs, terrifyingly lethal "chain kicks", and thick, hard and sharp horns make it a nightmare for many wild beasts.

The pupil of the Tahr is a horizontal rectangle with a visual range of 340°, just like the eye of a devil, leaving the enemy nowhere to hide.

They are natural born warriors.

To the prehistoric behemoths of Mount Garo, the power of the Tahr people was as unattainable as the towering snow-capped mountains.

A thousand years ago, the Tar tribe rescued a small bear tribe.

Unexpectedly, the bear tribe was very ambitious and turned against the Taer tribe. They took advantage of the Taer tribe's lack of vigilance and poisoned them to death.

"They put poison in the water... I escaped because I was sick and didn't drink water for several days."

"My mother, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, all died. My father was poisoned and he carried me across five mountains overnight to send me to our close relatives, the cattle tribe."

"Then, he fell in a pool of blood, and the bear-man took away his soul."

Lingling said sadly.

Sheep and cows are close relatives, so he is quite similar to cows.

Therefore, it was able to hide among the cattle for thousands of years.

Now, he finally freed his father's tortured soul with his own hands.

The antelope hung its head. Its huge and majestic body looked so lonely at this moment, like a homeless lamb.

He Fuxi stroked his horns soothingly.

"Your father has finally rested in peace. Next, you have to take care of yourself."

"For myself?" Ling Ling was a little confused.

"Yes, for yourself." He Fuxi said firmly.

"Kill Darcy and return to the top of Mount Garo!"

The confidant ran into the cave in panic.

"Master Patriarch! Our army has been badly defeated..."

He was stunned when he saw Darcy busy packing his things.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Darcy frowned:

"What else can we do? The Soul Prison has collapsed! Hurry up and gather all the remaining warriors in the tribe to escort me away from this place!"

The confidant widened his eyes:

"Sir! You absolutely cannot do that! Right now, the bear army on the frontline has suffered a crushing defeat, all the soldiers have been captured, and the Bashe tribe and the Long Arm tribe have already attacked! Moreover, those rebellious tribes and the slaves who escaped from the Soul Prison are wreaking revenge on our territory!"

He didn't care about the hierarchy and grabbed Darcy's arm tightly:

"If you leave and take the remaining warriors with you, what will happen to the tribe members? The Giant Bear Tribe will be slaughtered!"

Darcy shook his hand away impatiently:

"If we can escape, how can it be considered that the Giant Bear Tribe has been slaughtered? It's just that a few useless tribesmen died! We can have as many of these low-level bear people as we want in the future, no matter what they do!"

As he said that, Darcy picked up his things and was about to go out.

After taking two steps, he turned back.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at his confidant who was stunned on the spot:

"Su Ri, you know me best...you...wouldn't betray me, would you?"

I felt a chill in my heart, running from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"What, what?" He trembled and said, "My lord, what do you mean by this? Do you doubt that I will vote--"

puff.

Darcy withdrew his bloody palm and licked the corner of his mouth.

"I certainly don't suspect you of defecting to the enemy."

Looking at the subordinate in front of him with a big hole in his chest, he fell down softly.

He felt a surge of satisfaction.

"I just... hope you can stay in the Giant Bear Tribe for me and wait for me... to come back and kill them!"

Mount Garo, the top of the mountains.

A team of over ten thousand bearmen escorted Darcy at full speed.

"Hurry!" Darcy was extremely anxious: "As long as we cross that mountain, we will reach the border of Tianchuan Mountain Range and be safe!"

The loyal guards stayed by his side.

Behind me, on the top of a distant mountain, something was standing and looking out.

After looking back several times, Zhongwei hesitated and said:

"Sir, I always feel that someone is following us on that mountain."

Darcy looked back and swore.

"Useless thing! There are five mountains between us, what are you afraid of? Even if that lady has wings, it is impossible for her to cross the five mountains before we reach Tianchuan!"

He didn't care at all and continued to shout at the team to speed up.

Zhongwei, however, could never feel at ease.

He had led troops for many years and had an unusually keen sense of danger.

Now, even though there were many mountains between us and even the most ferocious beast couldn't teleport here, his heart was still beating fast.

It was as if that sight was not in the distance, but right in front of him, staring at him intently.

"My lord, no!"

The loyal guard caught up with Darcy and said anxiously:

"Please believe me! That orc is very dangerous! I request that you leave some warriors here to kill him as soon as he arrives!"

Darcy didn't take it seriously at first, but the loyal guard insisted.

He was afraid of death, and thought that if he could reach the Tianchuan Mountains safely, it wouldn't matter whether these warriors stayed or not.

So he agreed to Zhongwei's proposal.

His escort was divided into five groups, and every time they passed a hill, a group would be left behind as intercepting soldiers.

To ensure that when the man catches up, he can be ambushed and killed.

So, on this day, all the orcs and animals wandering in the Garo Mountains witnessed an assassination that took place over a thousand-mile raid.

A monster that looked like a cow, a sheep, and a lion ran through the jungle, through the valley, through the wilderness, and through the dark caves.

He also passed through the impenetrable wall of bear warriors that blocked the road.

If you see a god, kill the god; if you see a Buddha, kill the Buddha.

scoff.

The bears only felt a flash before their eyes.

The wind-like sheep-man, holding a sharp blade in hand, tore a bloody road among them.

Then, he walked through the sea of ​​corpses and blood, without looking back, and pointed straight into the distance.

One mountain, two mountains, three mountains...

Zhongwei turned around and was shocked by the one-sided killing in the distance. He shouted in horror:

"Sir! He, he, he's coming!"

"He's too fast, he can't be stopped, he can't be stopped at all."

"The three groups of warriors we left behind didn't even have the chance to raise their hands before they were killed by him in the blink of an eye!"

Zhongwei was trembling all over, his teeth chattering:

"He...he has reached the foot of the mountain, heading towards us!"

And how could Darcy not know?

Running thousands of miles and climbing five mountains, this legendary story he had heard from his ancestors since he was a child was very familiar to him.

A familiar scene, a mountaintop he had dreamed of countless times, and what he had coveted day and night...

power.

"Quick! Quick!"

Darcy yelled madly, his eyes full of madness.

He led the remaining 4,000 warriors, and the snow-capped peak of Mount Garo was just a step away.

"Set up the formation! Set up the formation! Warriors, listen up!" he roared.

"Even if you die here, you must stop him! Stop him!"

Four thousand brave warriors surrounded Darcy, as tight and indestructible as a city wall.

And the King of Snow Mountains has appeared on the horizon.