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The Beamon orcs, who had already become a mess, had no time to care about the acid-eroded giant crow Moto on their heads.

After jumping off the acid-etched giant crow, Meng Rui slashed to death a bear man beside him with a single sword, and immediately activated a teleportation crystal with his fighting energy.

Hathaway and the three sorcerers walked out, summoned shields, and pulled up the four portals again, and Monray continued to slash at the orc warriors who came to stop them.

After the four mages set up a teleportation array, they also began to summon a single spell to attack the orc warriors who protected the baggage.

Meng Rui took four bundles of herbs from the storage ring, lit them, threw them outside the teleportation array, and took Hathaway and the others into the portal.

Nearly a thousand fierce beasts rushed in the direction of burning herbs behind Beamon.

Wherever you go, no one can stop you.

first experienced the red flames, and then was rammed by nearly a thousand fierce beasts.

The army of the Bimon orcs was already in disarray, with countless casualties.

The beasts were very fast, and after discerning the direction of the burning herbs with their keen sense of smell, they rushed to the rear of Beamon's army and burrowed into the teleportation array again.

The roar of the beasts was gone, and the ground no longer trembled, as if the beasts had never been there.

The fire in the Beamon orc army is getting smaller and smaller, but the charred corpses and severed limbs everywhere prove what kind of catastrophe the orcs have just experienced.

And just when the Beamon orcs thought that this terrible nightmare was finally over, the death knell had just sounded.

All the wild beasts in the Beast Forest rushed out again, out of the teleportation circle behind Beamon.

This time, although the beasts were still blindfolded, they changed their wet skins and put on steel armor full of sharp and sharp iron pieces.

If the charge of the beasts just now only knocked the orcs' bodies away and broke their ribs.

Then this time, the long sharp pieces of iron on the beasts are about to dismember their bodies.

The howl rang out again in the orc army.

Even many Terran generals who were accustomed to seeing life and death were retching.

The Bimon orcs all thought that on the battlefield, the most tragic way to die was just to be dismembered by a knife.

But they were wrong, the Bloodhoof Tribe, with the bloody reality, let them know how cruel it was to fight in the era of cold weapons.

The Beamon warriors were burned to the ground by the flames.

The Beamon warriors were trampled into a pool of blood by the fierce beasts.

The Beamon warriors, cut to pieces by those sharp pieces of iron.

The smell of blood, mixed with a strong scorching stench, blew along the south wind into the Terran camp.

Many Terran soldiers began to bend over and vomit, and the strong smell of blood, if they took a sip, as if they would experience the despair of the orcs at this time.

At this time, the hundreds of thousands of Terran troops, especially the soldiers standing on the front line, will no longer shout battle, fight, and charge.

The Terran soldiers were covered with a deep layer of fear in their hearts.

The Terran generals were extremely shocked to think about the several tactics of the Bloodhoof tribe that were so efficient and so lethal.

It's over, it's finally over, and on the entire battlefield, except for the screams of the Beamon orcs, those fierce beasts wearing iron and steel armor, after the second collective charge, ran back to the teleportation array in front of the Terran soldiers again.

But no one dared to act rashly, neither the Bimon orc warriors who were still standing on the battlefield intact, nor the Terran soldiers who were unscathed.

Because they don't know what the Bloodhoof Tribe is going to do next.

The Beamon orcs did not dare to move.

All the Terran soldiers also did not dare to move.

They waited for the Bloodhoof tribe to wave the butcher's knife again, or for the bloodhoof tribe to allow the Terran generals to counterattack and continue to expand the results.

Everyone knows that this battle has been carried out to such an extent that the Bimon orcs have only one way to retreat.

But even now, even after half an hour, Hachas did not dare to give the order to attack.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if the Bloodhoof tribe sent out another Titan Air Regiment, or nearly a thousand fierce beasts, if the Terran soldiers were to stop them on the battlefield.

He didn't know what the other party's commander, the Blood Lion Prince, was looking at now, but he knew that if the Terran soldiers were burned. bottle, or if you are hit by a thousand fierce beasts, you can only apologize with death.

"Great Lord! Lord of the Wasteland! Montal. Lun! ”

"Great Lord! Lord of the Wasteland! Montal. Lun! ”

"Great Lord! Lord of the Wasteland! Montal. Lun! ”

In the camp of the barbarian warriors, bursts of cheers erupted.

Great Elder Wren's brow furrowed even deeper, and he silently glanced at Grand Chief Manstein.

Manstein just smiled slightly, and didn't seem to mind.

Great Elder Wren shook his head slightly, the Bloodhoof Tribe is really terrifying, and in the Great Wasteland, it has such prestige unknowingly.

The title of Great Lord is unique in the Savage Ancient Plains.

Only by leading the barbarians to defeat foreign enemies, only by leading the barbarians to obtain supreme feats, and only by becoming the first warrior of the wasteland, and the three innate conditions are indispensable, will he be called the great lord of the wasteland and the guardian saint of the savage ancient plain.

The Great Lord is not a title that can be given casually by the Great Chieftain Tribe, most of them are spontaneously called by the warriors in the Savage Ancient Plains.

Theoretically, the Great Lord did not have much power, and no one had inherited the title for hundreds of years.

But the chieftain of the Bloodhoof tribe did it, defeating the invading enemies one after another, selecting qualified children from each tribe to teach fighting spirit and magic knowledge, daring to break the old shackles, erecting the first statue of the god of war in Kakaru in the wasteland, the tribes under his command won all battles, the Bloodhoof camp has also become a place of pilgrimage for all tribes, almost every tribe has received the blessing of Bloodhoof, etc., etc., etc., it can be said that in just half a year, Alan has achieved feats that countless ancestors of the barbarians cannot match.

Barbarian warriors especially revere the strong, and Allen's high-quality idol is exactly what all barbarian warriors yearn for, such a person is not called the Great Lord of the Wasteland, who can still do it?

It is believed that after this battle, even if the Great Chief Tribe is reluctant, the name of the Great Lord will be given to the Bloodhoof Chieftain.

In the midst of a thousand calls, Alan walked out of the portal in a daze, and he didn't know what a bunch of big guys were calling around.

Seeing that all the Terran generals and the top of the Great Chieftain tribe were looking at him, Eren beckoned to Hachas.

Hachas ran in front of Allen at a speed of 100 meters, like a small clerk waiting for the leader to speak.

"Why haven't you attacked yet? How long did Monray tell you to wait? ”

Hachas said excitedly: "Half an hour, Lord Allen, can you launch a counterattack now?" ”

"Wait another half hour, the flame will burn longer than I expected." Alan pointed to the Beamon army that seemed to have experienced the end of the world, and said with a sneer: "The game of the brave, it's over!" ”

After saying that, Alan shouted into the portal behind him, "Decapitation, begin!" ”

As soon as Allen's words fell, twenty-five steel puppets walked out of the teleportation circle, taking neat steps, with the trembling of the ground, the puppets stood in two rows, the six-pointed star magic runes on their bodies shone brightly, and a piercing friction sound sounded, and the puppets pulled out the jagged machete from behind their backs, and sharpened them on the shield of their left arm extremely fiercely.

For this appearance, Alan trained them all afternoon.

After the Iron Puppet came out, it was a hundred elite warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Wearing dragon scale full-body armor, holding a standard weapon, and carrying a steel tower shield.

The warriors stood behind the puppet, silent and angry.

Followed by fifty beast elves wearing light armor and riding on the body of the dark giant wolf, each beast elf carried thirty magic arrows and armor-breaking heavy arrows on their backs, and boasted of an improved version of the three edges. Army thorns.

The beast elves spread out on the wings of the warriors.

The ground shuddered again.

Led by Samson and Cleios, the giants came out with catapults and siege engines, kicked the Terran soldiers to improvise sandbags to defend against the orc cavalry, and carefully placed the catapults and siege engines on the ground.

The four elemental users, escorted by the old blind man, Babylon the Great, Thackeray, and Cologne, walked out.

In the barbarian camp, the earth-shattering voice erupted again, and they shouted the name of the Bloodhoof tribe and called Allen's name, looking excited.

Many chieftains with barbarian battle rings, with the blessing of incomparable battle intent, involuntarily inspired the battle rings, and they were eager to follow behind the Bloodhoof Chieftain and go into battle to kill the enemy.

Allen raised the lookout and said lightly: "The big shots of Beamon, sure enough, they all ran to the Chinese army. ”

Throwing the lookout to the ground fiercely, Eren roared angrily: "Prince Blood Lion, Beamon Sacrifice, Sacrificial Demon Pet, War Behemoth, Lion Tiger Praetorian Guard, Fox Clan Staff, these are your targets!" Remember, no one can touch Huronte, he belongs to the four elders, and I will capture him alive! ”

With that, Eren stepped aside.

Jana and Monri walked up to the warriors.

The heroic Princess Cana has a small voice, but everyone listens attentively, including the generals of the human race.

"The steel puppet opens the way, the beast elves cover the outer perimeter, once the rear is surrounded, the warriors disperse, be sure to leave a retreat route, no matter how many targets are killed, after a quarter of an hour, the barbarian warriors and Terran soldiers of other tribes will launch a general attack!"

The big fat man Meng Rui added: "Heavy click to kill the target that the boss just said, time is limited, don't waste it on ordinary Beamon warriors, the giants use siege equipment to suppress remotely, bombard both sides of the warriors, and separate the support troops on the opposite side, only a quarter of an hour, the boss said, to take the head of the other party's commander and sacrifice, and pay tribute to the heroic souls of those heroic barbarians!" ”

Manstein, who was next to him, hesitated and wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Hachas.

Hachas whispered: "This is a big gamble, in a quarter of an hour, your barbarian warriors rushed to the right flank, our human generals rushed to the left flank, a quarter of an hour later, encircle and charge, if you carry out a big counterattack now, it will be like the last time the Beamon vanguard retreated, it will be impossible to annihilate too many Beamon orcs, let the Bloodhoof tribe let it go." ”

Manstein looked at Allen, who had a resolute face, and nodded slightly.

After Jana and Monray briefly finished talking about the battle plan, they stepped aside and looked at Allen.

Alan roared, "What are you wearing? ”

The warriors shouted neatly: "The dragon scales are all armored, and there is no fear of sacrifice!" ”

"What is your faith?"

The warriors shouted again in unison: "The glory of the great god Kakalu, fearless of the enemy!" ”

"What do you carry on your shoulders?"

"Defend your homeland!"

Alan held the sledgehammer high and shouted with a hideous face: "For the glory of Kakaru's god of war!" ”

After shouting, Alan rushed out first.

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe!" Twenty-five steel puppets, moving their steel bodies and holding up their jagged machetes, rushed towards the army of Beamon orcs with the blessing of wind magic.

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe!" All the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe followed.

"For the glory of the boss!" The giants smashed their hands into the catapult's hammer and began to suppress it remotely.

The four elemental users floating in mid-air raised their shields and began to search for Huron with their elemental gaze.

At this time, in the middle of the army of Beamon's army, Huron was still embarrassed, looking at the Prince of Blood Lion with green smoke all over his body, and shouted anxiously: "Retreat, while it is still too late, retreat, retreat immediately, gather the living forces of the whole army to shrink the defense, such a bad situation, the soldiers cannot meet it at all." ”

The Blood Lion Prince looked at the Beamon warriors who had become a pot of porridge, gritted his teeth, and nodded slightly.

Just as he was about to give the order, he suddenly saw twenty-five steel puppets and more than a hundred heavily armed warriors.

The Blood Lion Prince gritted his teeth and asked, "That's the Bloodhoof Tribe?!" ”

Huron nodded gloomily.

"Kill them all! Kill them all and retreat! The Blood Lion Prince reached out and grabbed a harpy herald next to him, and shouted angrily: "Notify the whole army, notify all the sacrifices, notify all the main battle races, notify all the lion and tiger praetorian guards, kill all the Bloodhoof tribes for me!" ”

Hurant sighed, the Blood Lion Prince had lost the last shred of his senses, and anyone could see that the Bloodhoof Tribe was using his body as bait to separate the human soldiers and form a circle.

A bloodhoof tribe, with only a few hundred people, has used all the tactics that can be used, even if they are all killed, it will not do much benefit to the entire war, let alone reverse the current unfavorable situation.

He could see it, and the Blood Lion Prince couldn't see it.

It's a pity that the Blood Lion Prince, who has lost his mind, participated in this gamble without hesitation.

The stakes, hundreds of thousands of Beamon warriors, are the only possibility that they can retreat on a large scale.

Huron looked at the burning black earth dragon on his body, and thought sadly, did he still have to be a deserter for the third time?

Children of Chaos! Children of Chaos! Hyronte's eyes were fixed on the figure holding the hammer aloft, and his face was sad.