Sauron kicks down a torch stuck in a tree stump, and a brutal battle looms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So far, Zoro has once again been amazed by the power of the Minotaurs' individual combat. When five hundred mighty Minotaur totem warriors in heavy armor rushed down from the high hillside and attacked the five hundred werewolf elites, most of whom were still asleep.

From the moment the head of the first werewolf elite rolled to the ground, the battle was basically a foregone conclusion.

See the fierce battles in which the figures are intertwined, and smell the bloody smell of hand-to-hand combat. The Ringwraith, the Witch King of Angmar, was very excited. If it weren't for the need for him by Sauron's side, the Witch King of Angmar would have rushed into the crowd and slaughtered him.

With the Ringwraith Witch King Angmar behind him, all Sauron had to do now was collect those sophisticated bows and crossbows, and find a way to control the riot.

The Minotaur Totem Warrior can smash the werewolf into a pulp at all costs, and nothing else, but Zoro really can't.

You must know that every bow and crossbow, every triangular black rhino, to the current Dragon Court, it is a treasure worth a thousand gold, and he must ensure that these trophies are intact.

The bloodshed and violence of war are vividly manifested at this moment.

Under the protection of the Ringwraith, Zoro shuttled through the werewolf camp, the screeching clash of blades, and the angry shouts of the minotaurs...... He witnessed the blood of the werewolf elite and saw a pair of eyes that would not blink until death.

Whether it was a minotaur or a werewolf who fell to the ground next to him, Zoro didn't care.

When the sky in the distance showed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the sky was slightly bright, the one-sided slaughter was declared over.

As the trump card of the Talon tribe, the triangular black rhinoceros lost five hundred heads at one time, which was a heavy loss even for the entire Talon tribe.

"Lord Zoro, I've found something here."

Hearing Barson's voice, Zoro stepped into the animal skin tent in front of him for the first time, but he didn't want to step into the tent at the moment when a dazzling light appeared, and a whole five boxes of gold coins appeared in his eyes.

"This ......" Sauron leaned down and grabbed a handful of gold coins, his eyes showing a hint of confusion.

Gold is not common in the orc tribe, and in the eyes of the orcs, a box of gold is not as precious as a hundred catties of refined iron.

Why do werewolves have so many gold coins? What do they want to do with these gold coins?

Sauron reversed a gold coin in his hand, with the head of a human pioneer of the Plains engraved on the obverse and a tall and lavish city-state building on the reverse.

"The coins of the human city-state...... These things belonged to the former human kingdom on the Zablan Plains, and since the three major tribes occupied the Zablan Plains, the Nine Great Shamans ordered the destruction of these filthy things. ”

It is clear that Barson recognizes the origin of the gold coins and points out that they should not exist in the orc tribe.

But Barson said that the gold coins were dirty stuff, and Sauron begged to differ. Gold is one of the rarest and most precious metals in metals.

Especially in the event of war, or any natural or man-made disaster, the preciousness of gold remains the same in any era of civilization.

"Hmph, no wonder these werewolves have human bows and crossbows in their hands."

A sneer tugged at Sauron's lips as he closed the boxes full of gold coins.

Since werewolves can secretly trade with human city-states and barbarians in the name of sweeping away raiders, why can't the Dragon Court? As a human being, with the help of amphibians, Zoro can be above board.

Oh yes, one was missing, and Ilivonne! Her father was a noble councillor of the human city-state.

Zoro patted Barson on the shoulder, glanced at the boxes out of the corner of his eye, and told it meaningfully, "Isn't the Bucknar Shaman Sacrifice looking for a reason to go to war with the werewolves?" Leave the four boxes for me to deal with, and bring one of them back as evidence. ”

Surely Zoro would not be stupid enough to hand over all the five chests of gold coins to Barson, that is a whole box of gold!

If it weren't for the overall situation, he wouldn't even be willing to give up a box.

Seeing that it was close to dawn and it was time to set out on his return journey, Zoro erased the traces of the Minotaur Totem Warrior's attack, and obscenely forged the leopard man's paw prints in the meadow, and then set fire to the entire camp of the werewolf elite.

When he saw five hundred minotaur totem warriors riding five hundred triangular black rhinos, loaded with nearly six hundred precision bows and crossbows, Zoro had a harvest smile on his face.

What else can I say, this gift from Barson is so perfect!

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When Sauron was returning to the camp with five hundred minotaur totem warriors and five hundred triangular black rhinos.

On the side of the camp, a rare scene of fighting is being staged.

Kobolds, deerheads, ratmen, thousands of marauders came from all directions. 100 legionary infantry, protecting more than 10,000 humans, could only form a loose shield array, unable to resist the sneak attack of the raiders.

Zoro never imagined that at the same time that he partnered with the Minotaur to place the werewolves, the leopard people also placed him with him.

A few leopard figures haunted the grass with a low profile, gathering more than 3,000 raiders, and it was their masterpiece.

When the commander Leon could no longer resist and was about to give up on these populations, Zoro led five hundred minotaur totem warriors to return, and the time and direction were just right, which was really a blessing in misfortune!

"Damn, cut off their back roads, and don't let any of them go!"

The scene in front of him was the last thing Sauron wanted to see, and he suppressed an unbearable anger. He personally carried a bow and crossbow to drive away a triangular rhino under his crotch, and took the lead in running on the plain.

Thundered! Thundered!

When the raiders spotted the five hundred 'tanks' galloping from behind them, and the crossbows in the hands of the minotaurs, the loosely disciplined raiders immediately broke out into serious commotion.

"Infantrymen, reinforcements have arrived, stick to your post until the last moment, and you are not allowed to move a single distance! The violator is beheaded in front of the battle! ”

Leon's military orders reached the ears of every infantryman, and the more time it came, the more it was necessary to hold down the position.

It stands to reason that if the legionary infantry formed a tortoiseshell formation, even the minotaurs would be difficult to shake, let alone these raiders whose combat effectiveness was like slag.

But the number of 100 legionary infantry was too small, and the reason why a loose defense was formed, the purpose of the guard commander Leon was mainly to suppress the panic and riots of more than 10,000 civilians. Prevent them from running out and getting out of control!

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"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender do not kill !!"

Blocking the raiders' way to escape, Sauron was the first to let out a loud roar to prevent them from putting up a desperate resistance.

"Barson, order the formation to close and shoot all the resisters."

The copper arrowhead captured from the werewolf elite is very vicious, when the arrow pierces the body, the barbs on the wings will firmly hook the closed wound and it will be difficult to pull out, and the blood tank will draw a large amount of enemy blood like a vampire bat.

If you are shot at the point by an arrow like this, you are basically dead.

Even if you shoot other parts of your body, you will lose your fighting power due to short-term pain and blood loss.

Five hundred minotaur totem warriors slaughtered these raiders, but they were not at all merciful, not thinking that the corpses of the raiders would pollute the surrounding environment.

The sound of arrows piercing flesh and the howls of the wounded falling to the ground was endless, but the bow and crossbow in the Minotaur knight's hand showed no sign of stopping.

The first time Barson used this sophisticated and powerful long-range weapon, he was simply addicted to playing, and one arrow after another **** out of his hand. Piercing the heads of one raider after another, the technique is not ordinarily precise.

As Barson shot the fleeing raiders, he secretly looked into Sauron's eyes, becoming more awe-inspiring.

Last night, if it hadn't been for Sauron's last-minute obstruction, I'm afraid it would have been a dead body that couldn't speak.

As the so-called great grace does not say thank you, at this moment, Barson regards Sauron as a true friend, a friend worthy of the awe of the Minotaurs.

In the blink of an eye, nearly five hundred rioting raiders fell in the open meadow in front of them, and these kobolds, deerheads, and nezumen only realized that they had become turtles in urns.

"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender do not kill !!"

Sauron drove his mount to his crotch and rushed to the raider's approach, glaring angrily.

The frightened raiders laid down their crude and rudimentary weapons one after another, and then shrank into a ball in fear.

"Grab them!"

If it had been yesterday, Barson might have resented Sauron's condescending orders to it.

But now it's just going to do it without thinking. And this is the personality charm of Zoro as a legendary commander.

All the Minotaur Totem Warriors dismounted from their mounts, carrying totem poles on their shoulders, and surrounded the less than two thousand raiders, completely eliminating the possibility of their resistance.

"Leon, report our losses!"

Looking at the blood on the grass, Sauron frowned, if a commander could do anything, he really wanted to cut down all these raiders.

"General. We lost sixteen infantrymen, and three hundred strong men, and more than eight hundred women. ”

After listening to Leon's loss report, Zoro's face became even more gloomy, as if it had been carved out of wood.

He held the short sword in his hand and walked in front of these raiders step by step, and his loud voice revealed a touch of icy coldness, "From now on, I will count three times, and all those who are the leaders will stand up for me." Otherwise, all die! ”

As soon as Zoro's voice fell, not only did all the minotaurs raise the totem pole in their hands, but more than 100 legionary infantry also raised their butcher knives in their hands at the same time!

“1――2――”

Under Sauron's stern gaze, before the last sound could be counted, two figures emerged from among the raiders, an old deer-headed man and a seemingly clever nezumi.

Kobolds are a bunch of small, filthy creatures, threatened with death, and none of the kobold leaders are willing to stand up except for pushing and barking at each other.

"Isn't there any one of these things who is willing to sacrifice his life for the race?"

You know, even those rat people who are shorter than kobolds have such courage and courage.

Zoro watched the kobolds' reactions coldly, and after listening to Barson's explanation, he was not surprised.

Looking at the minotaurs' contemptuous eyes for the kobolds, you can know that even among the orcs, the kobolds are the most unworthy of a garbage race.

Kobolds have no fixed tribes at all, and they usually live in clans, in dark, damp underground or dense bushes.

Plundering and killing each other among kobold clans in order to compete for territory and resources is a common occurrence in the eyes of other orcs.

If kobolds have any other advantages, they can adapt to almost any type of climate and harsh environment, except for their rapid reproduction.

But this kind of survival ability against the sky has not brought a trace of prosperity to the kobold race.

Even some orc tribes even domesticate kobolds as playthings for torture and fun in peacetime, and become cannon fodder in front of the battle in wartime.

In addition to this, kobolds also serve as communal laborers in many orc tribes.

Poor people must have something to hate, and the miserable situation of kobolds has a lot to do with their filthy and ugly nature.

For such a garbage breed, Zoro didn't bother to say more, and directly ordered five hundred minotaur totem warriors to smash all these ugly things into pulp.

"Warriors, these ugly things have defiled the sacred and glorious race of orcs. Lift up your totem poles and destroy these lowly reptiles, not a single one is left! ”

Under Barson's roar, five hundred minotaur warriors quickly killed red-eyed.

Kobolds are less than half the height of normal humans, and compared to the powerful and strong minotaurs, they are like babies and giants, not to mention that these kobolds are also some amateur warriors.

The Minotaur Totem Warrior descends with a totem pole and lands in the center of the dense kobolds, often killing several. Even if you don't use a totem pole, you can trample on the head of a kobold with any heavy hoof.

Carrying a totem pole on his shoulder, he surrounded less than two thousand raiders, completely eliminating the possibility of their resistance

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It's a carnival of war and killing, a feast of thrill and sights!

The hideous blood and the dirt beneath his feet were mixed together, and the killing fields became more and more muddy because of the blood and shredded flesh.

The kobolds barely put up any resistance, except for screaming and brazenly pushing their companions.

Even if there is sporadic resistance, in the eyes of the Minotaur Totem Warrior, it is some superfluous struggle.

In just a while, more than 600 kobolds were all reduced to fertilizer on the grass. At this time, a pungent smell of blood quickly wafted around.

The five hundred minotaur totem warriors seemed to be killing more and more, and when they finished dealing with these kobolds, they immediately gathered around the deer-headed and nezumirs, just waiting for Sauron's order to slaughter the garbage in the eyes of these minotaurs and the locusts that roamed the Zabulan Plains! (To be continued.) )