The 300,000-strong army of the beast clan has set up a ten-mile military tent in a row, and the huge army is endless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the dark night, although there was a campfire to light up the sky, Ye Xiaofei lost his way in order to avoid a team of patrols, and he was so anxious that he originally went out of the east gate and went straight to the Broken Dragon Cliff.

"What's the situation? Why is the Orc camp so big? Ye Xiaofei hesitated for a moment, looked up at the sky, like a lost long-distance fishing boat, hoping to be guided: tonight the dark clouds and the stars did not appear, which cut off his hope. Immediately, with hesitation, he continued to lurk forward.

The Orc Horde. Deputy Commander of the Orc Expeditionary Force, Commander-in-Chief of the Siege, Sagre Yele was slightly angry, it was not difficult to sit up, no one dared to look at the murderous silver pupils, and dozens of wild and difficult to train orc generals were as quiet as a cicada, bowing their heads, staring at their toes, expecting to disappear in place, so as not to burn themselves in anger.

The lessons of the past are just around the corner.

On the ground, scarlet blood and turquoise blood flowed, and the two kinds of blood were intertwined, entangled, and shocking. Two corpses, one human, with glaring eyes, but a heartless body, the heart that was supposed to keep him alive, was thrown to the ground at will. The residual temperature remains. The other is the body of an orc, a tiger with a tiger head and a tiger brain, a majestic body, but missing half a head, and died on the spot, with a trace of death in his eyes, revealing unspoken words: It's not that our army is too incompetent, only that the enemy is too strong.

Sagre Yeru, a middle-aged and elderly man, two meters tall, black ** steel heavy armor, light weight, can crush a civilian, but on him, it looks as light as a feather. A low-level powerhouse, physically strong. Tearing a monster alive with your bare hands is as easy as killing a chicken. The only bare head is a wolf head with silver-white hair and silver horizontal pupils, he is the king of the wolf clan and the current patriarch.

Ye Xiaofei was attracted by a scream from a distance, and when he heard the sound, he looked for it, and after just one glance, it was difficult to move his feet, and even kept trying to get close to the big tent of the beast clan, in the big tent, in addition to the dead human, there were seven human beings kneeling there tremblingly, silently bowing their heads, not daring to speak.

Last night, these people were still by his side, struggling about how not to be demoted to infantry, but tonight, they appeared here as a prisoner, life and death were unpredictable,

As soon as Ye Xiaofei saw them, the knights of the Praetorian Iron Lion or the First Regiment of the First Cavalry Division of the Guards Legion, his heart was terrified, his feet were like being filled with lead, and it was difficult to move, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind: How is the cavalry team responsible for luring? Fluttershy, how's it going? If she was ambushed, where would she be imprisoned?

When it was closer, Ye Xiaofei recognized that the human who was killed tragically was the deputy commander of the Iron Lion of the Praetorian Guard, and last night, he repeatedly told him to be careful in everything.

However, the deputy commander was ambushed and died in the beast camp, like a nightmare, so he didn't dare to think about it.

"Realm Spirit, come out." Ye Xiaofei thought to himself: "I'll get closer, you can translate to me what nonsense the beast clan is talking about." ”

Ye Xiaofei, who was as calm as ice, panicked, forgetting that he was carrying thirty-one magic crystal cannons, and the hope of 100,000 soldiers in the Broken Dragon Cliff, and similarly, he turned a blind eye to the big tent of the masters. Little did he know that if he was found, it would only add another captive to the tent, or a corpse that had lost his heart.

In front of the landslide, Ye Xiaofei could smile pitifully, and even mock: What are you afraid of? I'll talk about it when it's buried!

The dragon's reverse scales can't be touched, just like the tiger's buttocks, which can't be touched. Ye Xiaofei's reverse scales are his reverse scales, but they fall on the body of an elf: Ye Xiaodie!

"Hey!" The realm spirit sighed, and the words of persuasion came to her mouth, turning into a helpless sigh, she knew Ye Xiaofei, and at some point, she understood him better than Ye Xiaofei, so what kind of beast clan tent is like Longtan Tiger's Den, nine deaths and one life, and so on, the persuasion is pale and powerless. She was even more worried: if Ye Xiaodie was really ambushed, how to stop Ye Xiaofei who drew his sword.

"Bastard, roar," Sagru yelled in a low rage, like a volcano about to erupt, and the orcs of the Great Tent cowered as if they were walking on thin ice.

Burst! Sagre Yelu clawed down, and the human who knelt on the ground didn't have time to wail, half of his head shattered like tofu, and milky white brains and unyielding blood splashed everywhere.

Kill in anger, without hesitation, without any reason. Orcs are so ferocious.

Ye Xiaofei was angry, and his subordinates were dying, but they could only watch, and they didn't even dare to denounce it. A fire of humiliation burned brightly, and a voice kept wandering in his heart: "If you don't kill this beast, you will be ashamed of the soldiers of the three armies if you live in vain." ”

"Ye Xiaofei, don't go crazy." The realm spirit burst into a shout, which suddenly woke up the lost Ye Xiaofei, breathed a sigh of relief, and warned: "Put away your angry gaze, none of these beast generals, none of you can fight, either the spirit level or the subtle level, you will find death at a time." ”

Ye Xiaofei slowly let go of his fist, his overexerted fingers were white, his palms were almost scratched by his fingers, and his released hands trembled slightly, as if mocking his incompetence.

"I'll take revenge on you!"

The interrogation in the tent was bloody, and another headless corpse appeared, and a human with feces and urine incontinence wept bitterly, and his mental defense was shattered.

Sagre Yale Iceberg showed a smile on his face, licked the blood on his paws, and asked hideously, "Tell me, you can live." ”

"What kind of troops are you, and who are the commanders? How many people are there? Where are the main forces hiding? ”

Sagre Yeru asked a few questions in a row, he was very anxious, the two legions that went out in the morning have not been heard from so far, and they have disappeared into thin air within the one-day march of the beast army. The commander's instincts told him that something must have happened to these two legions. And the headless corpse of the Tiger Clan lying on the ground was the liaison officer responsible for liaising with the two orc legions, and when he found him, this guy was playing with women and drinking flower wine, so he died in the tent for unknown reasons.

The captured knight's mind appeared Ye Xiaofei's figure, his eyes became hot, blazing, turning into an incomparable fanaticism for Ye Xiaofei personally, he was terrified to the extreme, and was ignited by the fire of fanatical worship, and suddenly pounced on the deputy commander Sagre Yelu, and roared loudly: "Huha! Long live the Marquis! ”

The whole tent was shaken, a lowly captive of mankind, how many tens of millions of them captured and killed? But, this human being with feces and urine incontinence has attack power! Attack the Orc Vice-Commander Sagru Yaru.

The attack with bare hands was insignificant, but it shocked all the orcs, and they wondered in their hearts: Aren't all human beings sheep? The sheep that launched the attack, is it still Mianyang?

Burst!

Three rays of cold light slashed the knight who was fighting back with his bare hands, and before Sagre Yele's claws could be withdrawn, his angry howl had already surged to his throat.

"Phew! Long live the Marquis, kill! ”

The five remaining humans launched a mortal counterattack, and the same figure appeared in the fanatical eyes: the heroic Marquis!

"Bold!" "Presumptuous!" "It's the other way around!" "Roar, roar—"

The big tent was in chaos, and the five knights who fearlessly fought back were bleeding one after another, and they were directly torn apart by the hands of the angry orcs, and shattered into countless petals.

Ye Xiaofei was extremely angry and indifferent, took advantage of the chaos, slowly withdrew from the vicinity of the big tent, turned around, with tears in his eyes, only felt that his throat was bitter, and he couldn't say a word, even 'I will definitely avenge you, rest in peace!' Warrior. I can't even say it.

Seeing the orc tent and the handsome banner, he realized that he was going in the wrong direction and was turning away.

Woowoo――――――

The orc camp, the sound of the assembly stirred in all directions, and Sagruyeru was angry and raised an army, and stepped through the city of Saggs.

Ye Xiaofei glanced back at the endless beast camp from afar, and plunged into the mountains: Tonight, it is a bloody night.

A team of half-orcs holding white flags rushed in front of Ye Xiaofei, their faces full of panic, their steps were in a hurry, they were so frightened that they crawled and crawled, and they all shouted the same sentence in their mouths: The commander is dead, the commander is dead, the army is over, the army is over.

The last half-orc looked back in panic, they ran for a long time, it was impossible for the terrible humans to follow again, and this was near the orc army, how could those terrible humans dare to follow? It's just a habitual glance back. The orc's eyes darkened, and his eyes were horrified at the sight of a cruel human striking his ugly head with a stick.

"Damn, orcs are so alert?" Ye Xiaofei hurriedly supported the fainted half-orcs, and was relieved to see those half-orcs who didn't know what to do and still forgot to flee for their lives: they were not discovered.

Carrying the half-orcs, evading the seven or eight patrols, and crossing the three mountains, Ye Xiaofei breathed a sigh of relief until he couldn't see the fire of the orc camp.

"Guara Guaguala! Get in the water! ”

The half-orc who was woken up by Ye Xiaofei's scoop of water screamed again and again, and then looked at Ye Xiaofei with a look of hell, a human who suddenly appeared.

"What do you guys do?"

"What are you talking about?"

Ye Xiaofei realized that he could know what the other party was saying through the translation of the realm spirit, but the words he said were nonsense in the ears of the orcs.

"Realm Spirit, do you speak the language of beasts?"

"Yes, but for a fee." Realm Spirit Dao.

"Ask him, what does he do? Why so panicked. Belong to that unit. ”

After promising to return his freedom, Ye Xiaofei learned a trace of the situation.

Indeed, in the morning, the human cavalry had been swaggering in front of the orc tent. The orcs once said wildly: There is no combat power in the land of the Norson Kingdom.

This is a slap in the face! The orcs didn't have much credibility, and they fell directly into glass slag: didn't it mean that they had no combat power? Is this cavalry team in front of him, a division, a team of orcs? (The cavalry runs, dragging branches behind them.) ）

The enraged orcs sent wolf cavalry known as the 'Scimitar of Death' to chase them down.

The Terrans were instantly defeated and fled all the way.

Immediately, the angry orcs concluded that this cavalry team was very likely to destroy the defenders of Dragon's Tooth City, as well as the human legion that killed two thousand and a half orcs, and dispatched an orc legion and a half-orc legion to pursue all the way along the cavalry track, with the intention of destroying the opponent's legion in one fell swoop.

This half-orc who returned to the orc camp with a white flag will bring good news: the ambush of the Broken Dragon Cliff, a second-line orc legion, a servant half-orc legion, including nearly a thousand wolf cavalry that makes people talk about it, broke the Broken Dragon Cliff. There were many dead and wounded. Even the Legion Banner was lost.

A wave of ecstasy surged over Ye Xiaofei's heart, and he didn't even remember when the orc captives left. However, when they calmed down, a chill surged through their hearts: the orc army, which had never suffered such a heavy blow, would redeem their defeat with a monstrous rage, the Dragon Cliff. My heart was beating wildly, and I didn't care if it was exposed, and there was an orc patrol, spreading my feet and running wildly.