Unlike the Spirits. The Fire Clan has multiple clans.

Each clan also has a different bloodline, and different bloodlines create a variety of different personalities. This difference in bloodline makes it difficult for the Fire Clan to fight for glory within the Fire Clan, which is why it is ruled by the Flame Clan.

The flaws in the personality of the various Fire clans lead to endless infighting and strife, which is the main factor in their willingness to be ruled by the Spirits.

In ancient times, the Martyrs ruled over the Fire Clan.

Yang Jiangong can be said to have deliberately 'sow discord', which caused a big wave in Ibek's heart.

"As you can see, the surface above the underworld already belongs to me, the territory of the kingdom of Lorkadan! I am not just here with a sword, I am willing to offer an olive branch of peaceful coexistence, and as long as the Spirits and Fire choose to be loyal to me, I will grant you dignity and freedom, and help you achieve glory and glory! Otherwise, in the name of the king, I will crush your armies, sack your cities, and turn all the Spirits and Fire into lowly slaves! ”

As a conqueror, Yang Jiangong's sonorous words were not righteous words, but he had already given the dwarves two choices, either surrender or be conquered, and there was no third way to choose.

"Despicable invaders, we will not give in!"

"Go back with your peace conditions and let us fight it out on the battlefield!"

Patriarch Askar and his elders immediately expressed their determination not to give in, and only Ibek stood there without saying a word with a gloomy face.

"These two reckless fools don't deserve to be the kings of the underground world at all."

Hear this thought from Ibek. Yang Jiangong knew that his goal had been achieved. Even if the Elder of the Spirits, who possessed the Crystal Ball of Dark Knowledge, refused the temptation, he would waver from side to side on the battlefield, or hint at his men to preserve their strength.

There is an old saying in the underworld. The three martyrs have one heart and are indestructible. The three martyrs have different intentions, and the copper and iron are broken.

Yang Jiangong returned to his own front. He nodded to his legion leader, Sius, and the deputy head of the Octopus, and then moved his gaze straight ahead.

"Go to war-" The two decisive words in Yang Jiangong's mouth immediately made this peaceful battlefield boil!

"Long live the kingdom of Lorkadan! For the legion! For victory! ――――”

The crossbowmen were in front, the spear phalanx was behind, and the sword and shield infantry protected the two wings of the battle array.

The pikemen are a very coordinated class. Coordination with teammates in battle is the key to survival and success, and individual heroism is a big no-no.

Therefore, in the spear phalanx, every soldier must do the order and prohibit.

Whoa, whoa!

Sharp tips. Rows of cold metal threads shone out. There was no superfluous expression on the soldier's face, only fortitude remained. The legion of the Spirits had moved, and the crossbowmen held down their positions and took out their crossbow arrows from their side. Raise the crossbow and aim.

"Shoot the arrows—"

Across the underground river. I don't know if it's Sius or who, but I just heard a heaven-shattering shout. Hundreds of arrows rained down on the enemy!

"It's time for us to fight back against the invaders!"

The patriarch Askar immediately went berserk, and kept ramming each other against the round shields and battle axes that would be searched.

The Fire Clan's mechanical chocobos galloped like fast horses, roaring like thunder, and arrows sliced through space like thunder.

When the first valiant soldier fell to the battlefield, blood flowed bright red, and the remaining glimmer of light reflected the dark sky of the entire underground world like blood.

The hot air brushed the cheeks of every soldier, and the general gave the order. Soldiers can only step into the smoke of war. Only victory! Can't throw in the towel! These are the words that are silently recited in the heart of every warrior.

No matter how many arrows passed through the gaps of the crossbowmen and fell into the phalanx of spears. Every soldier in the phalanx of spears was lined up neatly. Every soldier has a firm gaze!

There are many invaders, and in the increasingly murky underground river, there are even 30,000 fish-man pirates waiting for the moment when the battle will be decided.

Whether it is the Agni Clan or Yang Jiangong, they are very clear in their hearts. The combat effectiveness of the fish-man water thief on land can be described as scum, and the cunning deputy head of the octopus will only be willing to help the victor's side.

A long stalemate did not benefit the Martyrs at all. That inherent racial pride made them unwilling to hide in a castle cast of steel like a shrunken turtle, and the word coward seemed to be a taboo for the martyrs, and no one of the martyrs was even willing to bear such a title.

"This is an honorable war, and if we can repel the invaders, it will be an epic legend! No matter where we go in the future, today we will throw out the blood left in our veins by our ancestors!! ”

Askar, cast a look. Later, he personally led 800 fierce warriors with violent personalities to form a triangular assault formation and take the lead in rushing to the battlefield. And the deputy head of the octopus was very interesting to let the 30,000 water thieves sink to the surface of the water, away from the river beach.

"Elder Rayborn, go and disrupt the enemy's formation! When the time comes, I swear by the names of my ancestors that I will blow the horn of an all-out attack! ”

The words of the patriarch Askar came from afar.

But compared to the stone patriarch Aska's oath of protection, the other Fierce Elder Ibek, his assassin's face was extremely gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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"The phalanx of spears meets the enemy! Crossbowmen stand back and stand by! ”

Yang Jiangong shouted an order to Sius. At the moment the enemy has dispatched only a third of its forces.

Mobilize a phalanx of spears formed by a thousand young troops of Lorkadan to resist the eight hundred fierce warriors. Yang Jiangong wanted to keep the two most elite forces, and his purpose was to keep an eye on the enemy's army.

"Listen to me! Take ten steps forward and form a defensive formation in place! ”

Sius, the commander of the Youth Army, was in the phalanx of spears, and his sonorous voice resounded in the ears of every soldier.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

After a distance of ten paces. The soldiers in the front row squatted on the ground, and the soldiers in the second row only had to put their spears on the shoulders of the people in front of them. The spears of the soldiers in the third and fourth rows came out of the gaps.

It was only a brief moment, and in front of the phalanx, a dense spear barrier consisting of four to six rows of spearmen was quickly formed. Theoretically, unless the enemy has a similar or longer weapon. Otherwise, it will not be possible to break through. But theory is only theory after all, for example, high-level weapons such as martyr warriors and strong combat effectiveness are often not in theory.

"Warriors of the Spirits, follow me! We have the blood of the Dragon Slayer in our veins, and the enemy's delusional attempt to stop the Dragon Slayer with a 'hedgehog' is the most ridiculous joke I've ever seen! - Kill! ”

Patriarch Askar is crazy. Even the eight hundred Spirits of the same bloodline as it went crazy. The fierce warriors wrapped in hundreds of steels are like barrels of ignited gasoline, and their bodies are full of amazing explosive power!

On the battlefield of cold weapons. When two soldiers meet. There were no loud noises, no sparks, just scattered limbs and blood, and roars of rage.

The sound of commands, the sound of the wind, the roar, the mechanical sound of the bow and crossbow, the dull sound of the blade entering the body, and even the "pop" of flesh and bone being cut......

Gather in the light of the magma of this underground world. It's like a crazy and slightly desperate rock 'n' roll.

"Kill!"

Follow.

Elder Ray Byrne also moved.

He also took with him eight hundred warriors of the Martyrs. Began to attack the left flank of the spear formation of the Youth Army. Ray Byrne ran at the front, and with an axe, the front row of super-long spears shattered to the ground like mud. Even the occasional spear piercing his armor would do nothing but leave a few insignificant scratches.

The performance of the eight hundred Warriors of the Martyrs was like a replica of Ray Byrne, with a momentum that barely paused. Inserted into the spear battle array! This scene is like a sharp knife cutting a large piece of cream cake.

The vanguard of the triangular assault formation crushed three hundred pikemen in a single shot. Then, as these fierce warriors advanced with iron bumps, they quickly pulled out a viscous blood path behind them.

The battle that took place in front of them made many recruits begin to feel that the iron-blooded training they had received in the training ground yesterday was like a child's game, simple and naïve. They had never waded through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. "These Tooth Spirits are armed to the point that they can't resist at all!"

"Listen to the order, the second echelon will go up, and the wings will be closed!"

Yang Jiangong's purpose is very simple, he wants to completely seal the hole that was torn open by the martyrs. Like a pocket, load them into the center of the spear battle array, and drag these powerful dwarves to death with their lives.

In Yang Jiangong's eyes, even if it is a brute bull, it has a moment of exhaustion. Only then will the most elite 500 overseer infantry be mobilized to deliver the most ruthless blow to the opponent.

When the newly added pikemen on both sides surrounded it, it was like a giant pincer clamping this raging Fire Clan force, trying to completely squash it!

……………………

Yang Jiangong didn't know when he was and joined the battlefield. Maybe it was when three hundred pikemen were crushed by the fierce warriors, or maybe at the beginning of the war, but these were now completely unimportant.

All he could do was to personally lead the ranged infantry, shouting orders to the crossbowmen, and frantically pouring the few arrows left on the opposing archers, suppressing the opponent's long-range firepower for his own battle formation.

With the blood and corpses of the soldiers under their feet, many of the ranged infantry began to tremble as their hands became disengaged from the continuous fire. The neat long-range coverage has long since turned into a scattered and disorganized straight line scattering. The mechanical sound of the bow and crossbow was heard, and an arrow shot away, sinking into the eyebrows of a Fire Clan archer in the blink of an eye, and the crack in the enemy's head immediately burst with white brain fluid.

And the Fire Clan archers, who shrugged their shoulders and kept fighting back, began to jump off the land walking mechanical birds, using their steel mounts as temporary cover. It is only when an arrow is shot into the chest that many people will understand that there is still a fear that can firmly occupy the heart of a person, and at the moment when life is about to disappear, they will even cry out in tears, "I don't want to die yet-"

-- When the two armies face each other, once a hand-to-hand fight breaks out, blood flows down every minute and every second.

The corpses of the soldiers were strewn on the ground, and many of them were wounded. But this is not the main thing, the main thing is the fear that comes from the hearts of the soldiers. In the face of eight hundred invincible iron lumps, these are just young soldiers who have just been honed on the training ground, and the fear of death has reached the point of being irrepressible at this moment.

Although the 2,000 pikemen had completed the encirclement of the 800 warriors led by Askar, Sius's command was still heard, "Kill—don't retreat!" ”

But the eight hundred fierce warriors led by Ray Byrne came madly and heavily, tearing apart the phalanx and shattering flesh and blood.

Fenrir, the deputy commander of the Youth Army, staggered to follow the ranks at this moment, surrounded by a tumultuous and chaotic shouting and screaming, and the violent waves from under the battle axes of the fierce warriors kicked up the dust and corpses around him.

"General, we can't stand it anymore!"

Fenrir was still a young deputy head after all, and he suddenly woke up startled, but fear was like a demon, draining his resistance from all his strength. The bravery and ferocity of the Elder Ray Byrne completely shattered his will to fight, and the dignified deputy commander of the Youth Army, Fenrir, was so unbearable that the other young soldiers could be imagined.

"You cowardly bastard, if you dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will cut you immediately!" Sius dragged Fenrir along, the blood-dripping blade pressed against his throat. Fenrir's fear made him angry, and the youth army of Lorkadan could not eat eight hundred barbarian warriors of the underworld.

Perhaps it was the Radiant Emperor, King Lorcadan himself watching, how could Sius have ever received such an insult? What kind of face did this give him to see His Majesty.

The phalanx of spears became more and more chaotic, and the death-fearing youth army continued to retreat, and the scene became more and more uncontrollable. The formation of 800 Fire Clan warriors was like a rolling millstone, crushing all the young armies that stood in front of them—everyone understood at this moment that once they retreated, the entire army would be defeated.

"Overseer - Perform the duty of Overseer!"

Yang Jiangong roared, he ordered five hundred youth army sword and shield infantrymen to press forward, and then raised the butcher knife in his hand to those retreating young army robes!

"The one who takes a step back - kill!"

"Fear the former - kill!"

Every sword fell from the robe's body, and behind the cruel and dazzling blood, every legionary infantry hid a bloody heart.

At the same time, Yang Jiangong still had 1,500 youth troops around him who had not yet gone to the battlefield, and he was staring at the Martyr Elder Ibek and the more than a thousand Martyr Warriors around him. (To be continued......)