In addition to the second army in the middle and the chicken blood, the Flame Dragoon Legion and the Wild Hunting Wind Legion on both sides are also like crazy, all the fighting warriors have gone to the battlefield, and they don't protect those magicians and big shots, and they actually fight with Beamon's ordinary soldiers, you must know that before this, these Douqi warriors will generally look for specific opponents, such as Beamon's main battle race, attack and kill Beamon sacrifices or fight against the sacrifices' pets. Updates are fast and ad-free.

And the wind of the wild hunt actually transported a scarce number of birdwing ballistas to the front line.

This kind of bird-wing ballista is not only scarce in number, but also made by the skilled craftsmen and goblins of the powerful Elven Empire thousands of years ago, after thousands of years, there are only about ten left, and they are all in the hands of the Duchy of Lotre.

This time, five units were transported, and the Duchy of Lotel could not be said to have made a bloody investment.

This long-distance ballista, weighing up to three hundred and twenty pounds, is made of spring steel and requires at least three Hercules to tighten it with a winch, although the rate of fire is low and not conducive to carrying, but it uses torque as a starting device, and depicts the wind magic of the ancient elves, which can be described as the only weapon for harvesting human lives on the battlefield, especially against the enemies who are piled up, once launched, the high-speed circling cross blade, let alone cutting the flesh, is dozens of inches of steel plate can be cut.

However, the Crossblades fired by the Birdwing Ballista are all imitations, and do not rotate for a long time after being fired, nor do they automatically fly back to the Ballista in the same way.

Even though the crossblades used to fire strikes were replicas, the Birdwing Ballista was genuine, and although it was cumbersome to transport and slow to load and fire, every time it was fired, no matter whether the Orcs wore armor or not, they would create a straight open area of hundreds of meters full of stumps and severed arms.

And if this thing is destroyed, there will be one less, and the wind of wild hunting has taken out all this ancient long-range siege weapon, which shows that it really has a desperate heart.

Allen, who was watching the battle, was itching, and Fan Di, the little old man beside him who kept inking, hoped to let the other party get two sets out.

It's a pity that both the little old man Fan Di and the wild dwarf elder Migaard shook their heads helplessly.

Although the era is long, it can be seen how powerful the ancient elves are, and even the two masters who stand at the pinnacle of the industry can't imitate it.

At the same time that Alan was amazed, a negative thought also popped up in his mind.

After stepping into the portal of the Wild Hunt Wind Legion, Alan directly found Commander Lompard, who was lightly injured in the line of fire with a bandage all over his body.

Seeing Alan find him, Lompard's nerves tensed all over his body, because this guy in front of him was a robber, maybe he had fallen in love with a birdwing ballista.

Alan didn't want to rob the friendly army's things, if he did, he wouldn't say anything about his reputation, and he would offend the Duchy of Lotter, after all, this thing belongs to the treasure of Lotter's town.

Alan, this guy always thought he had a good reputation.

"Did you have a good time?"

Hearing that the other party was not here to grab something, although Lompard hesitated, he finally reluctantly agreed, after all, the guy in front of him turned his face.

Allen, who was led to the front line by Lompard, walked behind the birdwing ballista, kicked the two burly Terran Hercules very roughly, and poured out a large amount of burning from the alien space necklace. After opening the cap of the bottle, the high-concentration alcohol inside was sprinkled on top of the cross blade.

Lompard and a group of Terran officers operating the Birdwing Ballista were nervous, fearing that this rude fellow would damage the Birdwing Ballista.

Alan moved quickly, and without waiting for the people around him to come up to stop him, he beckoned to Tilda and smashed his fist into the hammer.

The crossblade spins quickly, but the rate of fire is slow.

Tilda ignited a rocket and fired it, passing by the crossblade of high-speed propaganda in mid-air.

With a "boom", the crossblade burst into a dazzling fire, and then countless sparks began to fly indiscriminately around.

The fiery cross blade, swirling and swaying flames, constantly cutting through a vacuum of hundreds of meters, and the surrounding Beamon warriors were also splashed on their bodies by the burst of flames.

"Haha!" Alan kicked and flipped and pretended to be full of fire. The iron box of the bottle shouted: "Scatter them all on the crossblade for me to shoot rockets!" ”

A group of Hercules operating the birdwing ballista looked at each other, and Lompard nodded helplessly when he saw Alan looking at him impatiently.

A moment later, the crossblade, which was already extremely lethal in a straight line, flew into the crowd of charging Beamon orc warriors again with firelight.

In addition to the stumps and severed arms everywhere, there were countless black charred corpses.

The battle lasted all night, with heavy losses on both sides.

The war behemoths and sacrificial pets of the Chinese army of Beamon were killed and wounded, but the casualty rate was not high, because after the second half of the night, the heavy crossbows of the second side army were almost all fired, and they seemed to be only trying to stop the orc charge, not to eliminate the high-end armed forces.

Many grassroots soldiers died in battle, but they were still within the tolerance of the Blood Lion Prince, and the Lion Tiger Praetorian Guard, who was the storming team, also killed several in battle.

The casualties of the two armies of Beamon were very heavy, the two sacrificial demon pets were cut in half by the bird-wing crossbow, the Bell Bears in the main battle race suffered nearly a hundred casualties, and the fanged wolf cavalry was defeated by a squadron.

However, the loss of the Terran was even greater, because the sacrifices teamed up to release the elemental shielding array, and the Terran magicians were useless, and the large-scale battle song aura of the Beamon sacrifice could not be swayed, especially the sacrificial demon pet, which could only rely on physical strength to carry out physical attacks.

So the battle of this night almost turned into a decent battle of conventional armed forces.

Without the support of magicians, the Terran soldiers were congenitally at a disadvantage, the Wild Hunting Wind Legion killed more than 20,000 people, the cavalry was wiped out, and in addition to the crossbowmen, more than half of the other troops were also killed.

Five birdwing ballistas, two of which were damaged, and one was robbed, and Lompard's whole person looked bad.

Because in addition to being snatched by the Beamon Orephin Elephant Man under the cover of the demon pet, another one was smashed by Alan Yi with too much excitement, and the other was ignited with a flame arrow in advance and burned directly.

Lompard suddenly remembered the title of Alan Son of Chaos, and where there is him, there is doom.

On the other side, the Flame Dragoons and a motley army suffered the fewest casualties, due to the intervention of the Papal Winged Knights.

In addition to their powerful mobility, these winged knights can also hover in the air, and because they use the Shadow Spell, they will not be affected by the Elemental Shielding Circle, but unfortunately they are all single attack spells.

But even so, they sniped a lot of Beamon's main battle race in the air.

The next day, when the sun rose, the biggest legion battle since the beginning of the war finally came to an end.

The three-way army of the Terran tribe merged into one and did not retreat.

Beamon continued to divide into three armies, preparing to encircle the Terran army in a closed circle.

However, the Beamon orc warriors, under the command of the Blood Lion Prince, did not rush forward, but fanned forward with their cautious posture, and did not charge again.

When the Beamon orcs thought that the Terrans were tired of fighting and began to treat the wounded, the Terran legions charged again, and this time the barbarians joined the battle with the Battle Guardian Beasts.

In terms of high-intensity and continuous combat, the orcs have a great advantage over the human race, but unfortunately after the barbarians intervened, this advantage was equalized.

Nearly a thousand battle guardian beasts, 13,000 barbarians, including the elite warriors of the four major tribes and other tribes as the vanguard, began to attack the Beamon army, and the Terran legion sent all the archers and other long-range suppression troops to cover, including the winged knights and others to follow.

The bloody battle began again, and it lasted another day tragically.

This time the losses were even heavier.

The barbarians died countless in battle, and many heroic barbarian warriors fell on this hot land that gave birth to him and raised him.

The Blood Serpent Tribe was almost wiped out among the four tribes, and Chief Billy was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

The lion tribe, under the leadership of the previous chieftain Johnny, resisted the Beamon War Behemoth, losing more than half of it, and Johnny's battle guardian beast, the Beamon Behemoth, was also beaten half to death.

The Nighthawk Tribe cooperates with the Holy See Winged Knight to kill the Beamon main battle race.

Female barbarian warriors led by Giselle hovered the flanks of the battlefield to support and rescue the wounded.

After nightfall, the two sides finally died down, and the barbarians retreated, retreating into the Terran legions.

Beamon also began to shrink his forces, abandoning the strategy of encircling the three-way army.

The two sides were thousands of yards apart and faced off from afar.

If it is said that in last night's battle, Beamon's loss was still within the acceptable range of the Blood Lion Prince, but after a day of bloody fighting after dawn, the death rate of the major legions has exceeded his estimate, and this level of loss should only appear during the final decisive battle between the two clans.

If Beamon only suffered heavy losses, then the morale of the major armies of the Terran race, in addition to heavy losses, was even lower.

One night, one day, a whole day of bloody battles, the Bimon orcs did not take a step back.

The grassroots soldiers of the Terran race, I don't know why the top-level commanders let them carry out a counter-charge in this strategically meaningless place, and even pay such a big price, is it just to protect the Great Chief Tribe?

The grassroots soldiers couldn't figure it out, and they couldn't guess it.

The Terran army was originally not as strong as Bimon, and the individual combat effectiveness was even worse, and the magicians could not support it, and after a day and a night of fighting, the losses of the Terran were far higher than that of Bimon.

Morale was extremely low, almost everyone lost their fighting spirit, and outside their homeland, in this empty wild ancient plain, they resisted the enemy outside the country, but there was no hope of victory.

And the Great Pope, who rushed to the front line from the Holy Light Castle, has long lost his previous calm appearance.

He originally wanted to buy three days for the Bloodhoof Tribe, even if it was only two days as Alan said, but after only one day, the losses far exceeded his expectations, and the major legions could not hold out for two days at all.

The time, place, and people are favorable, and none of them occupy them, and the Terran soldiers are not suitable for a decisive battle with the orcs in the open terrain of a horse and a flat river.

At this time, the archpope was very remorseful, and regretted that he easily listened to Allen's proposal.

If it were to fight a defensive battle in the Holy Light Castle as originally planned, even if the losses were so large and the death rate was so high, at least it would be able to destroy a lot of orcs' living forces, and the rear support would be endless, but now?

The orcs have only lost some of their main battle races, a few priests, and a few demon pets.

Although tens of thousands of Pig warriors and wolf cavalry corpses were left on the battlefield, the morale of the other side was still high, while the morale and fighting spirit of their own side plummeted.

In the military tent, Hachas suggested in a hoarse voice: "After leaving the two legions broken, return to the Holy Light Castle, now, it's still too late!" ”

The Grand Pope opened his mouth, and Alan's nasty face came to mind,

At this time, the Great Pope thought of the Son of Chaos who defeated the Iron Cavalry Legion with zero casualties, the Bloodhoof Chief who defeated 100,000 Beamon's advance army in half a day, and the hob meat that cut off Beamon's baggage in the rear of the enemy army, and finally shook his head slightly.

Hachas sighed and asked, "How long will it take!" ”

"One day!" The Great Pope gritted his teeth and said, "A day later, I will personally go to the front line to supervise the battle, and the two dragons of the Holy Mountain will also assist you in the defense!" ”

Hachas did not speak, nodded silently and left the tent.

There was no word for a night, and there was no further contact between the two sides, not even the scouts were sent.

On the second day, the soldiers of the two tribes took up arms again, formed battle formations, and prepared for battle.