A group of Terran emissaries, including Archmage Donnie, were stunned and overwhelmed when they came out of the portal.

Because the Beamon regiment was less than a few kilometers away from them, twenty phalanxes of infantry marched rapidly in their direction.

It was obviously the spatial element fluctuations of the portal that caused the Beamon Sacrifice to be aware of it, and Commander Beamon had already made a move.

And the harpy-tusked wolf cavalry, with their efficient mobility, had begun to approach them.

Dozens of harpies, spears held alof, hovered in mid-air.

Hundreds of elite wolf cavalry scouts roamed hundreds of meters away from them to form an encirclement.

Except for the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe, among the emissaries, only Master Downey was calm.

After all, when he reached the holy level, his cultivation was already similar to half a god, as long as he wanted to escape, even if he took Hathaway with him, no one could stop him.

Nicholas, with an old face like a bitter gourd, recited three incantations in a row before summoning two elemental shields.

It's not that he's afraid of death, it's that he thinks he's letting the Bloodhoof Chief get a pit.

All eyes were on Alan.

Alan plucked out his ears and pretended not to see it, mainly because he didn't bother to explain.

Lompard and the others turned around and were about to run back to the teleportation array, but one by one tall figures walked out of the portal with a large pile of metal parts.

Samson, who walked out of the portal first, almost kicked Rompard away.

This was followed by the dwarves of the plains leading griffons and horned eagles.

Then there was a group of beast elves riding on the giant wolf.

Finally, there was Migard and the little old man Fandi, who walked out of the portal laughing and laughing, and Babylon the Great stood by their side.

Alan looked up at the sky, snapped his fingers, and said, "Shoot those birdmen down." ”

As soon as the words fell, sharp arrows flew into the air with the sound of breaking the air.

The beast elves riding on the giant wolf still maintained the posture of bending their bows and pulling arrows, preparing to shoot another wave of arrows if there were fish that slipped through the net.

Alan didn't watch the results of the battle, and said again: "All the horned eagle beasts in the aviation regiment rose into the air and became those wolf cavalry scouts. ”

Under the leadership of De Niro, a total of thirty dwarves of the plains rode on the body of the horned eagle beast and began to take to the air.

At this moment, like dumplings, a griffin with a sharp arrow stuck in his heart fell to the ground and fell into a pulp.

Tilda and a group of beast elves withdrew their bows and arrows, mounted on the giant wolf, and surrounded Alan.

A group of Terran emissaries gasped as they stared at the harpy corpses on the ground.

At an altitude of nearly 100 meters, these beast elves were like the most neat drummers, with the same movements, shot at the same time, and dozens of sharp arrows only pierced the air with a piercing sound of piercing the air, and then pierced through the target with great precision.

Yes, piercing rather than shooting, you can imagine the strength of these delicate-looking beast elves, and the strength of those specially made longbows.

None of the harpys hovering in the air survived, all of them were shot through the vital parts of the heart, and then fell into free fall into flesh.

The puddle of meat and mud was less than thirty meters away from everyone.

The faces of the people were shocked.

Whether it is the speed, accuracy, and shooting power, it is perfect and impeccable.

Nicholas took a deep look at the beast elves beside Alan, the kind of archers that could be called killers because their range was so long.

In a one-on-one battle, perhaps the beast elves have already shot three arrows, and a mage may not have time to release the simplest shield.

However, the screams attracted everyone's attention again.

In the distance, fires began to flash, and every time a horned eagle swooped over the heads of the wolf cavalry scouts, a row of transparent vials fell from the sky, and then both the wolf cavalry and their giant wolf mounts turned into balls of fire.

Lift-off, dive, throw.

With three moves in one go, the dwarves eliminated the fanged wolf cavalry scouts moving at high speed one by one.

Whether it is the amount of advance or the precision of the throw, the dwarves of the plains are like the grim reaper whistling in the air, and each dive will bring a ball of fire, and each fire will have a struggling wolf cavalry, and in the end, without incident, all of them will be charred corpses.

It took less than three minutes from the time the beast elves walked out of the portal, to the time when the beast elves shot all the harpies in the air with bows and arrows, and then after the dwarves eliminated all the wolf cavalry scouts wandering around the periphery.

In just three minutes, there was not a single living Beamon orc within a thousand yards around.

A group of human emissaries, including Master Donny, couldn't even utter a complete sentence except for being dumbfounded.

Whether it is a harpy or a fanged wolf cavalry scout, they are the elite troops of the Bimon orcs.

Moreover, the last time these two classes fought against the Terrans, they made the Holy See and ordinary soldiers suffer enough, unless the mage was present, or no class could restrain the Hipppies and the fanged wolf cavalry.

The harpy man flew in the air, even if the fighting warrior was present, it was useless, because he couldn't touch it at all, he could only stand on the ground and be shot by the spear, even if it was supported by a magician, the speed of the harpy man was too fast, and the single magic could rarely attack.

And the fanged wolf cavalry is no worse than the harpy, they have a crotch. The giant wolves are very fast, often wandering outside the battlefield, coming and going like the wind, and they can also use their efficient mobility to poison water sources, destroy baggage, intercept and kill small-scale enemies, etc., which is really unguardable.

But these two elite troops of Beamon, nearly two hundred people, were all hung up in less than three minutes.

No matter how high the harpy flies, it can't be as high as the arrows of the beast elves.

No matter how fast the fanged wolf cavalry was, it was no faster than the plains dwarves riding on the horned eagles.

As the vice president of the Wizards' Association, Nicholas rarely participated in battles in his life, and even if he did, he did so safely cast spells under the heavy protection of the rear, and it was the first time he was so close to the enemy.

Seeing that it was safe for the time being, Nicholas hurriedly ran to Allen's side and persuaded: "Beamon's army is almost here, let's enter the portal and go back to the camp, Lord Allen." ”

Alan ignored him, squinted at the Beamon infantry phalanx a few kilometers away, and turned around and shouted, "Calculate the distance." ”

The little old man Fan Di put down the hawkeye tube and shouted at the top of his voice: "The distance in a straight line is three kilometers, after the assembly is completed, shorten it by one kilometer, and within the effective range, the second burns. projectiles deal maximum area damage. ”

A group of human envoys looked at each other, although Fan Di used the lingua franca of the road, but these people couldn't even understand a word.

Hathaway and Ronningt and Orpheus didn't bother to explain, and stood behind Allen to watch the show.

Alan nodded to Migade, who ran to Samson's side, scrambled onto his shoulder and shouted, "Assemble!" ”

A group of giants moved, carefully placing the parts in their arms, shoulders, and arms on the ground, and then pouted their butts and began to work.

The sound of gear grinding came, and after a few breaths, the eight-meter-tall giant catapult was assembled.

The human emissaries' eyes were about to pop out, and they thought that the giants were holding weapons, but they didn't expect them to be parts of catapults.

And it was the first time they had seen a catapult that could be assembled.

At this time, the dense Beamon infantry phalanx had appeared in the horizon, and in addition to Donnie and Nicholas and Lompard, several Terran emissaries were trembling a little with their legs, looking like they were ready to turn around and run back to the portal at any time.

"Boss, assemble it." Migaard held a small red flag and shouted at the top of his voice.

Alan nodded.

"Put!" Migaard's excited little tongue trembled, his shouts were a little trilled, and with a wave of his little hand, the flag fell.

In the next second, eight of them were tied and burned. The boulder of the bottle flew into the air with a graceful arc.

"After adjusting the coordinates, put it again."

Eight more boulders.

"After adjusting the coordinates, put it again."

"After adjusting the coordinates, put it again."

"After adjusting the coordinates, put it again."

The cooperation between the giants of the plains and the eight wild dwarves is very tacit, like a machine, adjusting the coordinates, loading, and smashing the hammer, without a trace of superfluous movements.

When Migaard waved the small red flag for the fourth time, the first wave of boulders hit the leftmost Beamon orc infantry phalanx, followed by the second, third, and fourth waves.

Whenever there was a slight tremor on the ground, a burst of fire erupted from the Beamon infantry phalanx, as if it was about to devour heaven and earth.

The four infantry phalanxes, after being bombarded by boulders, ushered in the baptism of flames.

"Is the commander of the Beamon orcs the guy riding on the Beamon Elephant?" Alan looked at Mourinho.

Mourinho nodded and said, "Yes, Rommel the Fox of the Battlefield." ”

Alan glanced at Tilda, who squinted and measured the distance, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Observe the route of the march, calculate the coordinates of the tribe closest to which they are marching, return to the camp to repair, and prepare for a second attack." After Allen finished speaking, he walked back to the teleportation array behind him without raising his head.

The beast elves also followed, followed by the plain dwarves leading their mounts, and finally a group of giants, after disassembling the catapults, they walked into the teleportation array in turn.

Leaving behind a group of Terran emissaries who had fallen into a stupor.

"This... Is this fire magic? Nicholas looked at the chaotic Beamon infantry phalanx with his mouth wide open, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Your Excellency." Lompard had already put away his arrogant face, looked at Orpheus and muttered, "Alan just now. . . Lord Allen said that the second transmission means, no, it won't be... ”

Orpheus nodded and explained to the group, "The Bloodhoof camp has a large number of teleportation crystals, and there are unactivated teleportation arrays at intervals in the Great Wasteland, and if my guess is correct, Lord Alan will lead his warriors to the next location to ambush him. ”

With that, Orpheus and Ronningt walked through the portal.

"Young people nowadays are really ruthless." Downey beckoned to Hathaway.

Hathaway walked over and whispered to Donny.

I saw Donnie gasp, walked to the portal with his wand, and said back before entering: "Everyone, let's go and see the old man, it's the first time I've seen such a war. ”

A group of people followed with complicated expressions.