As for what kind of vindictive rank Huron is, Alan doesn't care.

As long as Dina follows him, the Sword Master will come in vain.

It's a pity that Huronte, who had suffered a loss a long time ago, how could he get his wish and go to fight against Allen, a man who killed the Beamon bear man with brute force, without the blessing of fighting spirit? Hyronte's combat IQ is not that low.

More and more infantrymen with stilts and shields were in front of Huront.

However, Allen is not in a hurry to pursue Hurent,

Although he didn't know how to use a halberd, Rock Hammer was a good blacksmith, and the weapons he designed were very versatile, which did not prevent him from using this thing as a club.

The hard texture of the painted dragon halberd flashed with a black glow, and the tiger wielded by Allen was vigorous, and he didn't have to attack anyone at all, anyway, there were all enemies in front of him, and one knock was one, like a whack-a-mole, more than one meter and eight meters tall, Allen had long hands and feet, and the dragon halberd in his hand was also long, constantly generating income for the healing priests under Wood.

The infantry of the Earth Dragon Legion interpreted the word cannon fodder very well, their faces were numb, and they mechanically stabbed their spears at Allen, not even paying attention to distance and control, just stabbing and stabbing and stabbing again as usual in training.

As one of the three major heretic crusades, the Dragons are the one that has participated in the most battles, and also has the highest mortality rate.

The Legion of the Earth Wandering Dragons has the largest number of grassroots soldiers, and most of the expeditions are based on alien races, so they are often the first to engage the enemy.

But any race that can be mixed up in the St. Cassis Continent is not a soft persimmon.

The Holy See is also very smart, so he fights a group of races that are seriously out of touch with mainstream society, and the dragon clan and the giant clan with other strong individual strengths, they don't mess with them, and they pick soft persimmons to pinch to death.

However, other alien races with a large population base are not vegetarians.

Especially for the races with a large population base such as barbarians, Beamon orcs, druids and elves, the Holy See and these guys have been torn apart for thousands of years, and they have not completely beaten others, and every time they win, they have won, but they have also injured the enemy by 1,000 and suffered 999.9 self-damage.

Let's talk about the two races of barbarians and Beamon orcs.

The Holy See said that it killed 1,000 enemies and damaged 800 self-inflicted losses, not that the casualties were really large, but that after a battle, people's beliefs remained unchanged, and whoever converted to believe and who didn't say it, the Holy See couldn't get anything, mainly because these three races were really poor and superb, and after a battle, the Holy See couldn't even earn a fraction of it.

The barbarians of the wasteland are naturally powerful, half-petrified, extremely brave, and have a very strong endurance, from day to night, without intermission.

Not to mention the Orcs, many powerful races are still above the barbarians, and the cooperation of other orcs is not something that can be done by a few crusading legions of the Holy See.

The druids can transform into giant eagles and grizzly bears and other large beasts, can fly and walk, never fight head-on with the Holy See, and have the essence of guerrilla warfare, turning into giant eagles to sneak attack baggage troops, and turning into black bears in the middle of the night to scare middle and high-level commanders into nightmares, etc., perhaps they think that fighting guerrilla is the right way to open the battle.

Elves are good at shooting, hiding in the complex terrain and dark forests, whistling arrows say that if you shoot in your mouth, you will not shoot in your eyes, and the arrows will hit the target, and one shot will be accurate.

In recent years, once there is friction with these races, the Earth Walking Dragon Legion is definitely the first to fight, and once it is in battle, the most casualties are the grassroots infantry in the legion.

Since Hyront came to power, the lives of grassroots infantry have been even less valuable.

As the leader of the Earth Dragons, Huron likes to use his life to fill in a victory, and countless victories have been piled up from the bones of these grassroots infantrymen.

After fighting with the barbarians, the Earth Walking Dragon Legion used the lives of the grassroots infantry to consume the barbarians' physical strength, and the magicians and high-level fighting warriors finally intervened in the battle to play a decisive role.

Fighting with the Beamon Beast Clan, or using grassroots infantry to consume the opponent's physical strength.

To teach the druids a lesson, it is also to use the grassroots infantry as a live target and bait.

Clean up the elves in the forest, not to mention, everyone knows that a grassroots infantry is equivalent to an arrow, the value of the two is equal, unless the elf is not killed by an arrow and has to make up for an arrow, then congratulations to such an unlucky infantryman, his value has doubled, worth two arrows, of course, there are also eight lifetimes of blood mold, at the same time was shot in the face by several elves... arrows.

And Allen, who has changed to a sword, falls down every time he turns to draw a dragon halberd, and then a steady stream of infantry runs forward, as if they are in line to be beaten.

Alan did not have a trace of pride, he could see the numbness on the faces of these legionary infantrymen, the resignation, and even the despair and helplessness.

But Alan is also very powerless, he knows that except for the squad leaders and middle-level commanders of those noble children, the grassroots troops of the three major legions of the Holy See are basically civilian children, but as long as the family can uncover the pot, no one will go to the Holy See to be cannon fodder, because their end is either to kill the alien race, or to be killed by the alien race.

Perhaps the most intelligent race on the continent of San Cassis is humans, but the worst physical fitness is also humans.

Therefore, the cannon fodder infantry of the three major legions only ask where the opponent is, and never ask who the opponent is, anyway, none of them can beat it.

The difference was only in being trampled to death by a Beamon orc or being shot by an elf with an arrow.

So when they faced Allen, who was like Lu Fengxian who went down to earth, they just numbly stabbed out the spear, and if they were lucky, they could take it back and stab it again, and if they were unlucky, they were directly stabbed by Allen.

With Huronte's strength, he could have stopped Eren from slaughtering his soldiers like this, but he didn't.

Because Huron believed in the law of the jungle, he believed that only the strong could stand to the end, and he needed his corps from top to bottom, constantly screening and then constantly changing blood, only in this way could the Earth Walking Dragon Legion be invincible and retain the strongest, perhaps the luckiest grassroots infantry.

This is the ruthlessness of Huronte, the cruelty of the Earth Walking Dragon Legion, and the helplessness of these grassroots infantry.

Alan couldn't remember how many infantry he had flown or how many ribs he had broken.

The crossbow team stretched out their bows and strings outside the gate, a small number of cavalry surrounded the castle, the giant shieldmen were in the middle of the Huront, and the largest number of infantry, as if ordered by their superiors, ignored the rest of the castle and rushed to the death of Allen.

Except for the rock hammer that is fighting Magellan, Alan is the only one left in the castle to fight non-stop.

Dina and the two barbarians stood in front of the old butler.

Thackeray was born into a top aristocracy, and he was unwilling to slaughter these unlucky infantrymen who had no choice but to obey orders.

The dwarf winter melon that had just thrown a few large nets outside the castle was also forced by the crossbowmen to dare not take their heads.

Withered was holding a handleless broken blade in one hand and staring dryly, unable to help at all.

Huronte, who was heavily protected, looked at Allen, who was getting angrier and angrier more and more, playfully and sadly, and clapped his palms lightly.

Two beggars dressed as ascetics, their faces bowed expressionlessly.