found Alain Delon, Chu Ci opened his mouth with a sentence of "make a price", and directly confused the former.

As a result, after Chu Ci asked, he knew the military value of the Crossblade Ballista.

There are now five units in the entire continent, all of which are in the hands of the Lotel Holy Empire, and if one is destroyed, there will be one less, which was originally installed on the imperial city wall of the Lotel Holy Empire, and it would not have been possible to pull it to the battlefield if it were not forced by the war.

This thing was not made by Lotle, not even by the Terrans, but by the Elven Empire, which ruled the entire continent hundreds of years ago.

Four words, ingenious.

Eight words, ingenious and ingenious.

As we all know, the elves have a sick aesthetic, food and clothing, everything must be beautiful, it is said that the toilet is empty, and it is obsessive-compulsive, if you urinate without urinating a straight line, you are anxious, and it is easy to swing a knife from the palace.

It turns out that artwork can also be highly effective in killing.

The ballista weighs three tons, the bowstring is made of annihilated steel, and it takes at least three high-level warriors of war intent to tighten the winch, even if the rate of fire is low, it can be engraved with the wind secret magic runes of the ancient elf clan, which can maintain a high-speed rotation state in the air, and the cutting power is extremely amazing, and the high-speed rotating cross blade can easily split the twenty-inch black iron plate in two.

It is rumored that if it is used by the Wind Mentor level of the Ancient Elf Clan, the cross blade will return the same way after flying out of 2,000 yards, and it is impossible to know whether it is true or not.

Even if it can't fly back, the crossblade, which is more than three meters in diameter, will beep and shoot out a corridor of more than 1,000 meters of stumps, severed arms, and blood.

Chu Ci, who was watching the battle, was itching, and kept asking Si Teng and Sean if the Wolf Tooth Tribe could build such a big killing weapon.

Si Teng said that as long as the materials were complete, he could build a nuclear bomb, which made Chu Ci roll his eyes.

Duanshu said the truth, if the materials are enough, it can also create a planet-destroying oblivion bomb.

Wocha and Sean shook their heads after looking at it for a while, even if five or six hundred years have passed, the skills of the ancient elves are still ahead of the entire continent, they understand the principle, but if they want to imitate it, it is basically impossible, the material is one thing, the main thing is that it is engraved with secret runes that only the elves can understand.

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Chu Ci and Yan Entropy looked at each other, and the two greedy ghosts sneaked together.

After stepping into the teleportation circle of the Wild Hunting Wind Legion, Chu Ci directly found Alain Delon, who was slightly injured by bandages all over his body.

Seeing Chu Ci find him, Alain Delong's nerves all over his body tensed, because it was definitely not a good thing for the guy in front of him to take the initiative to find him, maybe he just fell in love with the Crossblade Ballista.

He had noticed just now that a group of hobs from the Wolf Tooth Tribe were whispering at the ballista, and a head-turning thing flew in mid-air and shot a ray of light that swept the ballista.

Chu Ci didn't want to rob the friendly army, he just wanted to have fun, and he was very polite.

In the past few days, Hamilton, Mangyan, and the old chief have been talking to him at every turn, which roughly means that they usually have nothing to drink more water and defeat the fire, go to the forest more at night, relax and relax, and think more about the good side of life.

Chu Ci politely made a request: "Will you give me two refreshments?"

"You mean the ballista... Alain Delon swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Or me?"

"Nonsense, of course, ballistas. ”

Hearing that the other party was not here to grab something, although Alain Delon hesitated, he finally reluctantly agreed, after all, the guy in front of him turned his face inhumanely, in case he didn't give the ballista two blows, the other party would easily take himself twice.

Chu Ci walked to the back of the Crossblade Ballista and kicked the three burly warriors away very roughly, and hehe Yile poured out a large number of burning bottles from the pendant space

, sprinkling the high concentration of alcohol on top of the crossblade.

Alain Delon and a group of Terran officers who operated the Crossblade Ballista were nervous, fearing that this rude fellow would damage the Crossblade Ballista.

After beckoning to Elsie, Chu Ci slapped the hammer on the face.

The crossblade spins quickly, but the rate of fire is slow.

Elsie ignited a rocket and fired it, passing by the crossblade of high-speed propaganda in mid-air.

With a "boom", the crossblade burst into a dazzling fire, and then countless sparks began to fly indiscriminately around.

The fiery crossblades swirled and unleashed flames, constantly cutting through a vacuum of hundreds of meters, and the surrounding Beamon warriors were also splashed with flames.

"Haha, different fireworks!" Chu Ci said to a few warriors with fighting intent next to him: "Sprinkle all of them with alcohol and burn them to death." ”

A group of warriors of war intent who operated the crossblade ballista looked at each other, and Alain Delon nodded helplessly when he saw Chu Ci looking at him impatiently.

A moment later, the crossblade, which was already extremely lethal in a straight line, flew into the crowd of charging Beamon orc warriors again with firelight.

In addition to the stumps and severed arms everywhere, there were black charred corpses, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, the orcs hugged their heads and scurried.

Alain Delon had a complicated complexion.

How dark does this have to be a person with a dark heart to think of this kind of flower work in an instant?

The battle lasted all night, with heavy losses on both sides.

The war behemoths and sacrificial elemental beasts of the Beamon army all suffered casualties, but the casualty rate was not high, because after the second half of the night, Lotter's heavy crossbows were almost all fired, and they were only trying to stop the orc charge, not to eliminate the main battle race or have some specific target.

However, the grassroots warriors Pig-faced and Wolf Cavalry have hung a lot, but they are all within the range of Prince Lionheart's bearing, and compared to the number of Terran legions killed in battle, he is very satisfied with them.

There was only one unit with the heaviest casualties, the mixed legion on the far left, the three sacrificial elemental beasts were cut in half by the crossblade flying crossbow, the bear people in the main battle race suffered more than thirty casualties, and three giant elephant warriors were also hung, and the fanged wolf cavalry was defeated by three squadrons.

The Terran Legion's side suffered even more, because the priests teamed up to release the Elemental Shielding Circle, and the Terran Elementalist was useless, and the war beasts and priest pets with the aura of war songs slaughtered in all directions.

So the battle of this night almost turned into a decent battle of conventional armed forces.

Without the support of the elemental division, the Terran soldiers were congenitally at a disadvantage, the Terran army killed more than 20,000 people, the cavalry hung more than 3,000, except for the archers, more than half of the other arms were killed or wounded, and a 10,000-person giant shield infantry regiment made the war beasts trampled on the formation.

In addition, the incomparably precious five Crossblade Ballistae, two of which were damaged, and then one was robbed, and now Alain Delon is not good, and his hair is falling out one by one.

One of the damaged two was broken by Chu Ci, and the other was broken by Yan Entropy.

Alain Delon understands that whoever touches this wolf-toothed chief is unlucky.

On the third day, when the sun first rose, the biggest battle since the beginning of the war finally ended.

The three armies of the Terrans are united and will not retreat.

Beamon continued to divide into three armies, preparing to encircle the Terran army in a closed circle.

However, the Beamon orc warriors, under the command of Prince Lionheart, did not rush forward, but fanned forward with their cautious defensive formation.

When the Beamon orcs thought that the Terrans were tired and began to treat the wounded, the Terran legions charged again, and this time the hosts struck, and the Wasteland Barbarians entered the battlefield with the Alien Beasts.

In terms of high-intensity and continuous combat, the orcs have a greater advantage than the human race, but unfortunately after the barbarians intervened, this advantage was basically leveled.

Nearly a thousand domesticated

The alien beasts, plus five thousand barbarians, led the Terran soldiers to charge again.

Alain Delon sent all ranged suppression classes to cover.

The bloody battle kicked off again, and it lasted another day tragically.

This time the losses were even heavier.

The barbarians died in countless battles, and many heroic barbarian warriors fell on this hot land that gave birth to them.

The Moon Bear Tribe, under the leadership of the previous generation of chieftain Page, resisted a large number of war beasts of Beamon, losing more than half of them, and Page's Beamon beasts were also beaten half to death.

The brave Paige single-handedly killed two giant elephant warriors, scarred.

This bloody battle lasted only half a day, but the casualties on both sides were even heavier.

Miller was the first to notice that something was wrong.

The Terrans and Barbarians are so fearless in their pursuit of death to launch a charge, definitely to buy time, as for why they are buying time, it is unknown.

To Miller's concern, the Wolftooth Tribe has been nowhere to be seen.

After nightfall, the two sides finally died down, and the barbarians retreated, retreating into the Terran army.

The orcs also began to shrink their forces, and the two sides faced off thousands of yards apart.

If last night's battle losses were still within the acceptable range of Prince Lionheart, but another day of bloody fighting after dawn made him a little worried.

The death rate of the major legions had exceeded his estimates, and the level of such losses was entirely due to the final Armageddon between the two clans.

He never thought that the barbarians he had never seen before would be so fierce.

If Beamon only suffered heavy losses, then the major Terran legions basically could not go to the battlefield anymore because their morale was too low.

Two nights, one day, the Bimon orcs did not take a step back.

On the other hand, the Terran soldiers, the bigger they are, the more timid they are.

They don't know why they don't wait for their allies to come and launch this death-like charge.

The Terran forces were not superior in the first place, there was no Bimondo, the individual combat effectiveness was even worse, and the elemental division could not support it, and after a day and two nights of fighting, the losses of the Terran were far higher than those of the Orcs.

The morale was extremely low, and they gradually lost their fighting spirit, especially after the rumors spread that the traces of alien creatures appeared in the rear of the Terran race, many grassroots soldiers in the legion panicked.

came out to fight, just to defend the south of the continent, and there were alien creatures in the hinterland, so what a hairy egg?

As the Supreme Commander, Alain Delon knew that this was buying time for the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

Originally, the Grand Pope said that it would be good to fight for three days, but now that it looks like two days, it was a bit of a struggle, and now the losses have completely exceeded his estimates.

There is no such thing as the last man killed in war, it is complete nonsense, especially in large-scale battles, when one of the sides loses usually even a third, there will be a large-scale rout or surrender.

History has proven countless times that the Terrans are simply not fit to fight other races in the open terrain of a flat river, and now, another bloody lesson.

At this time, the Great Pope was also very remorseful, and regretted that he easily listened to Chu Ci's proposal.

The original battle plan was to stretch the battle line, fight while retreating, and at the same time, converge with the soldiers who rushed to support from the rear.

After lengthening the battle line, first, it can ensure the sufficiency of troops, but can cover the retreat to the iron fort at any time.

Now, if you stick to one place and don't give an inch, you will be like this bear, and you will suffer so many casualties that if you retreat immediately, it will easily shake the morale of all the staff troops.

Although tens of thousands of pig-faced warriors and wolf cavalry corpses were left on the battlefield, the morale of the other side was still high, while the morale and fighting spirit of their own side plummeted.

If there is no turnaround, this war between the two clans will basically be lost.