The Battle of the Iron Castle changed the fate of many people, including the three major forces, the orcs, the Holy Court, and the barbarians of the wasteland.

After the defeat of the Iron Fort, the 20,000 Beamon Border Army, which acted as a barrier, withdrew and returned to the Beamon Frontier from the Great Wasteland, waiting for revenge from the Holy Court and the Terrans.

The 150,000 Eastern Crusade Army all returned to the Iron Fort area and was not disbanded, but they did not go to the Great Wasteland again, and their attitude was unknown, but the possibility of going to the Orcs in the short term was very low.

Because it's too much of a toss-up, morale is not high.

Slipping around Dada to the Great Wasteland, ready to kill the barbarians, but the tower was stolen, and he ran back in a hurry, and found that the stealer of the tower actually let the wild monsters dry up the blood, and everyone worked together to kill the enemy who stole the tower with the blood, and then went back to defend the tower.

Tossing such a big circle, everyone is tired.

The other is that the Iron Castle really has no loss, and it is true that the cardinal archbishop is hanging, but this old man is a bare-bones commander, and the orcs are more than 10,000 people, and the Holy Court is secretly happy.

Another is that the Eastern Crusade Army does not dare to act rashly, because the Iron Fort is not iron at all now, and the gate and city wall are all let the wild monsters escape, if Beamon does another frog jumping tactic, he does not need to attack the city, and he can go through the Iron Fort and go straight to the hinterland of the human race by humming a little song hand in hand.

A tragic battle that should have been recorded in history ended like this, and whether there will be another large-scale battle can only depend on the attitude of the Holy Court.

The battle between the Wolf Tooth Tribe and Beamon in the Iron Fort took place in the Iron Fort, and the Iron Fort is close to the Great Wasteland, such a big thing, it is definitely impossible to hide it from the Great Chief Tribe, and Chu Ci didn't want to hide it, it was just a big deal to take his brothers out to fight.

Barbarians, if they don't pick quarrels and provoke troubles and fights, do they want to engage in economic construction at home?

And Chu Ci doesn't care.

Lao Tzu has hard fists, but he likes to go out and make trouble, and your big chief tribe can't control it.

The battle was fought, the advantage was taken, the victory was returned, everyone celebrated, and the matter passed like this, and everything was business as usual in the camp.

But Chu Ci didn't know at all how much of a sensation this battle they didn't take seriously at all caused on the mainland.

Especially since the Great Chieftain Tribe, who had been the first to receive the news recently, Alfred arrived at the camp early in the morning with the barbarian Great Prophet Wollaston.

The two of them rode the giant wolf of the wasteland and came in the starry night.

When these two people first arrived, Chu Ci was doing psychological work for a large group of wind elves in the camp.

"Sisters, each was his master before, you want to shoot me, and my dignified old men are too lazy to care, so let's shake hands and be good friends, and in the future, I will take care of you eating and drinking, and you will be my little secretary... No, it's a bodyguard, how about it. ”

Chu Ci was talking and talking, and the harazi was about to flow out.

After going out, a group of girls with peach hips A4 waist followed behind them, who dared to BB a word, a row of arrows rained over and made the other party a hedgehog, just don't have too much face, this is more than leading a cigarette every day with slanted eyes.

Chu Ci's mouth was dry, and the wind elves didn't pay attention to him at all, didn't even look at him, just sat on the ground with their hands on their knees, indifferent.

"Damn, if you can't give a word, what are you dragging, if it weren't for your good figure, Lao Tzu would have killed you a long time ago. ”

Yan Entropy counted the number of wind elves and teased, "Do you have that physical strength?"

"I say yes is a modifier, not a verb. ”

Entropy: "Oh. ”

"Give you one last chance, don't say I didn't remind you, there is only one chance, after this village, then I will wait for you in the next village. ”

Wind Elf: "... ”

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Ci rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I'll come back in an hour, give you time to think about it, and say that I'm in a hurry to force Liang to become a prostitute." ”

Yan Entropy's face was full of helplessness: "You are so idle." ”

"You know. ”

After Chu Ci and Yan Entropy left, the wind elves raised their heads, and their faces were no longer the numb expression, but with... A little helpless.

The blood-soaked barbarians on the battlefield were truly brave and impressive.

But who knows that after getting off the battlefield, this guy is like a talker, a trip for a while, a trip for a while, all kinds of threats over and over again, the expression is particularly hideous, especially scary, intermittently and flowing, as a result, the thunder is loud, there is no rain, every time he says cruel words, and then every time... They all left in disgrace, and after a while, they came again, and they began to talk cruelly again, and finally they left in disgrace, as if they were convulsive.

Originally, the wind elves were quite afraid of Chu Ci, whether it was the wind elves or other elves, they all had a beauty that was different from ordinary people, and once they fell into the hands of the enemy, the end would be like a nightmare.

The wind elves already had the consciousness of being prisoners of war, and they were prepared for the worst, who knew that it was not the case at all, what should the people in the camp do, they sent food and drink at regular times, and brought clothes, and from time to time a girl who called herself Dudu Girl brought a quirky child to talk to them, and no one hurt them at all.

The Wind Elves began to wonder if the self-proclaimed chieftain would end up hurting them in anger.

Of course, Chu Ci wouldn't hurt them, because he didn't persuade them to surrender at all, but to look at the long legs, if this group of wind elves really submitted, he wouldn't be able to swagger over to see his legs.

In fact, for this group of wind elves, it is not impossible to submit to the wolftooth tribe.

They have lived in the Beamon military camp since they were children, and they are not vases in ivory towers, and they have personally experienced what the cruel law of the jungle is since they were young.

Beamon has always waged war against other small forces in the surrounding area except for the south side, and the wind elves often participate in battles with the army, and it is not uncommon for them to be captured, so they know how terrible the fate of being captured by the enemy is.

But after the initial panic, the wind elves found that this group of murderous thugs on the battlefield was not at all what they imagined, and those strong bear-like warriors would not even look at them more.

And the food in the camp is very good, there is meat, vegetarian, fruit and wine, Dudu Nu saw that the prison was in the open air, and asked Qi Shengnan to take a group of barbarian old ladies to set up a tent for them.

Little George and a group of other cubs are addicted to cameo magic archers and often come over to ask for some archery skills.

Of course, the wind elves didn't bother with the cubs at all.

But what the wind elves never expected was that this group of barbarian children were actually very polite, although they were disappointed, they didn't do anything out of the orc, but they would smile and ask some questions about the situation on the orc's side, and their mouths were very sweet, and they called them sisters when they saw people.

You must know that whether it is on the side of the Terrans or on the side of Beamon, the barbarians are barbarians, incomparably cruel and bloody barbarians.

If this group of little cubs is idle and painful, then Dudu Nu and a group of barbarian old ladies are idle milk sour, and if they have nothing to do, they come over to ask if the food is to the taste, whether it is cold at night, whether the chief is harassing them or not, and they are not doing their jobs.

Chu Ci has already criticized this group of old ladies, and he hates it so much.

Lao Tzu originally came to see the long legs and looked good, TMD, you have nothing to do here, and you are sending clothes and quilts, all of them are covered, and Lao Tzu is still looking at it.

In any case, the wind elves were a little confused, thinking that the life of a prisoner of war was unexpected.

。。 It's quite exciting, the only fly in the ointment is that the barbarian chieftain always comes over and chatters.

If you want to say that you are really ruthless, you will whip twice, and we will make a look of enduring humiliation and bear the burden and find a step down, and as a result, you are a broken mouth, and your mouth is very ruthless, chattering, and you don't do anything, how do you let us talk to you about submission?

So I don't know if Chu is depressed, and the wind elves are also depressed.

When Chu Ci saw the two wasteland bosses in the camp, he was in a bad mood.

Because these two people delayed him for a while to look at his legs.

"You're here?"

Chu Ci sat on the steps, his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not nose.

Alfred and Wollaston, the two bigwigs of the wasteland, had long been accustomed to it, and if Chu Ci was polite, they were both afraid that a group of warriors would suddenly rush out and dismantle them all.

Although they don't have much contact, they know that the wolftooth chief is a wilted bad species, and when he smiles, he must be uneasy and kind, and the bad words represent ... He doesn't like you, but if he doesn't like you, he won't want to kill you, anyway, it's better than being uneasy.

Alfred didn't know how to speak, but when he saw a group of wind elves in the distance, he asked tentatively: "Twice chief, those foreign tribes, are they elves?"

The two of you are very strange, you idle eggs go to the door of the human house to fight, so why did you catch a group of elves?

"Oh, you said the big guys... Wind elf. ”

"Elves, or wind elves?!"

The two gods looked at each other, both a little shocked.

They had heard of the great name of the wind elves, but they didn't expect the Wolf Tooth Tribe to capture such a group of long-range killers.

The Great Wasteland is close to the border of Beamon, and in the early years, when the barbarians and the human race fought, the orcs also came to fight the autumn wind, and the wind elves also participated in the war, so these barbarians of the older generation have a particularly deep memory.

Alfred asked in a trance, "The wind elves are the guards of the Beamon Royal City, what are they doing in the Iron Castle?"

"Hell knows, there's a guy named Celebrity Star who brought it. ”

Alfred took another big breath: "Beamon star Wentworth Miller?!"

"What kind of ghost star of the famous general, just like that bear, let me capture it alive, but let it go in the end, let them fight among themselves. ”

The two old men were shocked.

"You caught the star of the famous general?"

"Yes, my nose is bruised and my face is swollen. Chu Cile said: "You also know, I thought you were an old god who danced every day to fool the tribal warriors, and your knowledge was quite extensive." ”

In fact, Chu Ci really underestimated this old guy.

Although he was the No. 1 god stick in the wasteland, Alfred was also the number one hob meat called by the wasteland back then.

More than ten years ago, there was a border friction between Beamon and the barbarians of the wasteland, and the orc lion and tiger guards dispatched a force of 3,000 people to prepare to teach the barbarians a lesson, so they attacked two small tribes close to the border.

Originally, these two small tribes were about to be wiped out, and Alfred rode the Wasteland Wolf to support, but he went alone, because the other tribes did not have so many Wasteland Wolf mounts, and they couldn't catch up with the trip.

Alfred was very bullish, and went directly to the front line, and danced under the noses of the orcs to encourage the army, which was better than the aura of the orc priests, and the two small tribes that had been beaten and half-crippled saw that the old god stick was coming, and they fought back as if they had beaten a wave of chicken blood.

Alfred, who finished dancing at that time, was also in a mess, killing eight lion and tiger princes with a pair of iron fists, but the barbarians are not as fond of bragging B as Chu Ci, after all, after so long, except for the older generation, there are few people in the younger generation who know about it.