To be able to die with these brothers. That's a good thing, isn't it? It's just that the only regret is that his beautiful and beloved fiancée, Yali, is going to suffer for the rest of her life, and it is a little ridiculous to remember that he promised her that he would come back with honors and medals to marry her before he set out. It's just the first battle, it's ironic, isn't it?

But the imaginary pain didn't happen as expected, and the strange Chadamiro couldn't help but open his eyes again.

A tall yellow-armored archer spread his arms in front of him, holding the two carrion in front of him with his own body.

The yellow-armored archer did not scream because of the corrosion of his body, but said with a calm but firm face: "Commander-in-chief, go!" ”

Chadamiro lost his voice and exclaimed, "Nilinya?!" ”

The archer, Nilinya, was his lieutenant, and he was always at odds with each other, and he always disagreed with him, regardless of his face, and was always unpleasant. However, Nirinya's abilities were not bad, and his father insisted that he stay with him, and he was extremely resentful. But what Chadamiro never expected now was that it was this subordinate who Qingri was regarded as a thorn in his side, and at the moment of life and death, he used his flesh and blood to block the most deadly attack for himself.

Seeing his brother on the battlefield, the original thorn in his side is undoubtedly his most loyal brother, thinking of his hatred and exclusion on weekdays, Chadamiro wanted to slap himself a few times, but he had no way to make up for it. Little by little, Nilinya's body disappeared into the bloody mouth of the rotting blood.

"No!" Chadamiro shouted and raised his bow and arrows, but his spiritual power had not yet recovered, and the frozen arrows could not be sent as he wished.

"Let's go! Commander-in-chief, allow me to go against you one more time, for this is the last time. Lord Tsardamiro, you should be more mature! Nilinya spoke, and the whole person finally disappeared into the mouth of the rotten blood.

"Let it go, you bastards!" Tsardamiro frantically struck the two Bloodthirsty Raccoons with the sharp strings of his bow and arrows, but it was clear that this was in vain. One of the carrions had not yet digested his prey, but he cleverly split the piece of meat and wrapped it around Tsadamiro's right arm, so that he could not escape.

Sharp pain, sharp pain in the heart! Not from the arm. It was the center of the Tsadamiro that he finally understood what Xifa always emphasized: "The battlefield changes rapidly!" ”

Before, I thought he was a fearful person, but now Chadamiro can finally understand the reason why Xifa is so cautious.

This is war, brutal war, once you accidentally lose on the battlefield. The loss of land may not only be your own life, but also the countless precious lives of your subordinates.

But it was too late for him to understand this truth, and the price he paid was enough for him to regret for the rest of his life.

"Ahh Tsardamiro shifted his longbow from his right hand to his left, but this time the target of the attack was not the Bloodburner, but his own arm.

"Whew!" This famous bow of the family drinks blood, and its strings are also very sharp, but this time it is not drinking the blood of the enemy, but its own master's land. In the end, it fulfilled its mission well, and Chadamiro's right arm was severed.

Rotten Blood looked at him in amazement. After all, there are not many people who have such courage.

Spiritual power had begun to recover rapidly, and Tsardamiro took one last look at the scene of the carnage, and then ran down the hill without saying a word. There was never a look back.

After all, there were more human soldiers on the mountain, and some archers and barbarian orcs who were lucky enough to escape were escorted by Chadamiro's side, and stumbled down the mountain against those crazy flying demonic beasts in the sky. Although temporarily out of the threat of the Rotten Blood. But it was torn apart by countless flying claws, and the body was incomplete, and the situation was tragic and abnormal.

Because it is necessary to know something about this newborn monster. In order to deal with it, everyone must watch the whole massacre ruthlessly through the "Far Shadow and Close Pitch", although the picture is extremely bloody and unbearable.

"Immediately dispatch a lightning bolt to rescue Lord Tadamiro as quickly as possible!" Trado said flatly. As for the lightning mount that Chadamiro was riding, it had already been dismembered under the siege of the flying beasts.

The captain of the Guards Beast Tamer said with a slight embarrassment: "But Chief of Staff, our lightning bolt does not have enough power to load the barbarians and orc warriors......"

"Give them up!" Trado closed his eyes and made a difficult decision.

Chen Lin was silent, because he was still inexperienced. Before the battle began, he had temporarily given command to a more experienced and efficient Terrado.

He also understands Trado's dilemma, and it is true that it is painful to give up his allies on the battlefield, but this is war, and in order to avoid greater sacrifices, sometimes it is always necessary to make some cruel choices.

Several of the animal trainers obeyed, and Trado sighed in despair, from the moment he saw the Rotten Blood, he had long understood that there was no suspense about the outcome of this battle, and that those warriors would not be able to escape.

It's just that the Warcraft is too smart, and it actually knows how to hide the rare soft mutant monster in the body of the flying Warcraft, so that it can underestimate the enemy, which plays a strange role. They succeeded, and they won a great victory, the only thing they lost was a few carrions.

Of course, the appearance of the Rotten Blood Raccoon was an unexpected factor, but one thing that could not be suddenly made was that this class of disorganized and undisciplined demonic beasts without a leader could come up with such a brilliant plan?

This is the question of Chen Lin and Trado, and it is also the big question in the minds of all the other generals.

An inexplicable coldness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Trado seemed to think of something, but he couldn't believe his guess, or even think about it.

The sound of war drums and trumpets sounded again, but not as impassioned as before, it was the sound of retreat. Trado reluctantly ordered the implementation of the fifth plan, never expecting that this plan of last resort would be used so early. But he was helpless, losing the barbarian soldiers on the top of the mountain, and the monster didn't need to force into the canyon at all, just climb over the Aijiamunda mountain to attack the humans from all directions. Anyone with a little brain knows that this battle for the defense of the canyon is bound to be lost. If they continue to hold on, they will only end up in total annihilation without backup.

"Rumble Rumble......

A dull and rapid rushing sound came from afar, and the main force of the demonic beast was also approaching at this time. From the last barrier in front of the Aijia Monda Mountains, the peaks poured down, and the dust in the sky that was deliberately affected by the earth-based demonic beasts suddenly dispersed, and everyone was stunned to find that the demonic beasts that were originally chaotic and mixed together had become orderly at some point, and the various clan legions were clearly distinguished, and they were distributed in various positions of the large team with a reasonable layout.

(End of chapter)