Beamon and the Terrans seem to be two naturally opposite races, they love each other, they hate each other, and finally kill each other.

Both races know that hundreds of years of peace are only for the ultimate showdown in the future.

Under the hypocritical smiling face, there is an obsession that wants to kill your whole family.

The Beamon Orcs have his reasons, the land in the north of the continent is barren, the climate is harsh, and there is the constant harassment of the Ice and Snow Goddess Sect in the rear, etc.

The human race also has a reason for their own, countless ancestors have exchanged their blood and lives for their rich land, how can they be willing to give up the southern side of the continent to others.

The human race has the largest population base in the entire continent, and its development in all aspects is also the fastest, especially the elemental user magician, whose comprehensive strength is far stronger than that of the Beamon sacrifice.

And the Beamon beast clan is almost the strongest race, and it is also the most powerful individual combat power, they have a huge number of huge war beasts, and they have hundreds of Beamon sacrifices that can assist hundreds or thousands, and how can they be willing to succumb to the barren north side of the continent.

Although the Terrans were divided into dozens of nations, large and small, everyone thought that when they faced a decisive battle with Beamon one day, everyone would unite together, but unfortunately they were wrong.

Because there's always stupidity. Forcing teammates, such as Sadido, such as the Bucks Federation.

Of course, this does not rule out that the Holy See has squeezed them too hard.

Looking at Beamon again, although the Beamon Beast Clan only has a population of eight million, every Beamon thinks that when they face a decisive battle with the Terrans one day, they will definitely defeat the Terrans under the leadership of the sacrifice, but unfortunately they are also wrong.

Because they ran into the Bloodhoof tribe led by the Children of Chaos.

The 300,000 Beamon vanguard army can almost be said to be unimpeded since entering the Great Wilderness.

With the opening of the way of the war beasts, the Beamon priests swayed the aura of war songs, and the wolf cavalry outflanked and cooperated, this simple and effective tactic really beat the two major legions of the Holy See and retreated, and even the elite warriors of the four major tribes of the barbarians could not stop the orc warriors in the slightest.

They were looking forward to a decisive battle with 80,000 barbarians and the four major legions, they were looking forward to the arrival of the large army in the rear as soon as possible, and they were looking forward to setting foot on the rich land in the south of the continent one day earlier.

Then, without waiting for the 300,000 vanguard army to be happy for a few days, the Bloodhoof tribe finally appeared.

The most powerful tribe in the Great Wasteland, the uncrowned king of this barbarian, the first violent gang on the continent, began to torture the nerves of every Beamon orc warrior in a variety of ways.

After less than a day's work of the 300,000 advance troops, many of them almost had their lungs exploding, and many of them found that sometimes the psychological blow was far more painful than the physical injury.

It wasn't because they were in front of the two legions of the Holy See shouting and shouting and killing, and it wasn't because the flanks were attacked by the elite warriors of the barbarians.

But...... Because the Bloodhoof tribe has robbed them of their baggage.

Hundreds of thousands of legions came out to fight and brawl, and they were actually robbed by others, which is something that no Bimon orc can accept.

When the Bloodhoof showed his fangs, the Beamon orcs thought that the magicians, the iron puppets, the tribal warriors armed to the teeth, would storm their center and bayonet red.

But they were wrong, they didn't think about fighting them at all, but buried themselves in grabbing their baggage.

Twenty-five steel puppets could obviously rush out of the rear to kill the front army, but they just opened a cordon, and then, like a dutiful guard, guarded Beamon's baggage, and did not let any Beamon warriors come within a kilometer of the baggage range, as if those baggage were originally from the Bloodhoof tribe.

"Robber!" This is the first thought that rises in the heart of every Beamon.

"Shameless bandit!" This is the second thought that rises in every Beamon's heart.

"It's over, even if you win the two legions of the Holy See, you won't have anything to eat after tonight." This is the third thought that rises in every Beamon's heart.

After the third thought came to mind, the morale of the Beamon orc warriors began to plummet.

As the supreme commander of the 300,000 vanguard army, Simba felt so tired in his heart, and his heart was particularly bitter and bitter.

He really didn't know what order to give.

Let the main battle race run to the rear to drive away the Bloodhoof tribe, and the fighting warriors in the Holy See legion in front will be left alone, once they can't stop those cavalry and fighting warriors, the Beamon legion will be cut and scattered, and if they fight separately, they will give the other party a chance to charge twice, and it is not impossible for the entire army to be wiped out if one is not careful.

Let the main battle race compete with the fighting warriors and cavalry in front, the baggage will have to be robbed by others, even if you win the Holy See legion, you may not even have a meal after tonight, after all, the children of chaos have a large number of teleportation crystals in their hands, and the giants are extremely happy to grab the baggage, and they carry the carriage and throw it into the teleportation circle, and their movements are extremely skillful.

If it weren't for Hyronte's constant persuasion, he would have wanted all the warriors to fence up the Bloodhoof tribe and chop it into pieces, no matter what Holy See legion he is, as long as he can find the Bloodhoof tribe to vent his evil spirit, it would be shameful enough to fight like this.

In fact, it's not just Simba who is bitter, but Huronte is also quite aggrieved.

He is a dignified captain of the Holy See, and the reason why he defected is not because the holy mountain does not cover him, isn't it because he wants to vent his anger, isn't it just for revenge.

He is a crazy man with a lot of obsessions, and he tells himself every day that Beamon is not a threat to the entire continent, and that the Children of Chaos are a threat to all races on the continent.

He thought that after he endured humiliation and defected to Beamon, as long as he killed the Children of Chaos, hundreds or thousands of years later, history would correct his name, and time would tell the world that the Children of Chaos was the most evil existence on this continent, maybe he would change from a human traitor to the savior of all races, and even the story of his defection to Beamon might become a good story.

As a result, he didn't know if it was a good story, anyway, he thought he was a joke now.

He followed the 100,000 Beamon advance army into the Great Wasteland as the personal staff of the commander Rommel, just to avenge his hatred and wash away the shame of the outpost, and then there was no more.

He saw the son of the former enemy, the son of Chaolun, but unfortunately even he Huront and 100,000 advance troops were led by the son of chaos to the bloodhoof tribe, and they were beaten back to the Shabak Imperial City, and they were sucked and held their breath.

Hiront learned from the pain, and once again followed the 300,000 Beamon vanguard into the Great Wasteland, still ready to wash away the shame of the outpost, and then, there was no more.

The chaos he saw again, but it was a pity that people were now leading a group of giants in high spirits to grab supplies, baggage, and everything they could under the noses of the Beamon orcs.

After that, Hiront couldn't stop it, not only him, but Simba, the supreme commander, to ordinary soldiers, couldn't stop it.

The main battle race and elite soldiers are all in the front, and the entire 300,000 Beamon vanguard army, just a simple change in the formation of the former army to the rear army takes about an hour, not to mention that it is still under siege.

Unable to vent his anger, he gritted his teeth and finally drew his sword, ready to lead the way to the enemy, he could not tolerate his dignity being trampled on at will.

So he raised his sword and urged the Earth Dragon to rush forward.

Yes, that's right, it's ahead.

Because he knew that he couldn't do anything about the Bloodhoof tribe on his own, so he might as well bully the legionnaires who bullied the Holy See.

A few families are happy and some are sad, both are the supreme commanders, and the opposite of Simba's humiliation is the Allied commander-in-chief, Hachas.

Hachas, who was holding a lookout and sitting in the middle of the infantry, had a variety of expressions on his face.

He sent out all the cavalry of the Flame Knights, and the elite barbarian warriors under the command of the barbarian chief Manstein also arrived as promised and began to attack the flank of the orc legion, and the legion infantry also followed closely behind the cavalry to join the battle.

Everything was as planned, the timing was just right, and the ambush location was not too far off.

And the most gratifying thing is that the opponent's beast trainers have all been wiped out, and most of the sacrifices have been lost, and even those war beasts have no one to command.

But Hachas just felt very awkward, because he saw from the lookout that his allies, the Bloodhoof Tribe, were grabbing supplies there.

The battle ahead is in full swing.

The rear grab is in full swing.

Hachas always felt that he had been betrayed, and a group of staff officers were also sad, and they were not elated by the start of the fight.

It's not that Alan cheated them or lied to them.

Alan did tell him before, the Bloodhoof Tribe was responsible for exterminating those Beamon sacrifices and beast tamers, and then the rest was left to rely on the two legions of the Holy See to confront the Beamon orcs.

And the Bloodhoof tribe really did it, even Hachas thought that Allen's battle plan was a fantasy before, but it turned out that people did it very easily, and the high-end power of the orcs was almost over.

But the Bloodhoof Tribe hadn't mentioned to Hachas before about robbing the baggage.

Originally, Hachath thought that the Bloodhoof tribe was a living Lei Feng, attracting orc firepower and allowing the Holy See legions to ambush the orcs.

Later, Hachas realized that the Holy See legion was the living Lei Feng, attracting the orc army so that the Bloodhoof tribe could grab the baggage in the rear.

Regardless, though, the scales of victory are finally starting to tilt.

The morale of the Beamon orcs plummeted, and every orc warrior knew that if this battle was won, it was also lost, and if it was lost, it was still lost.

If you win, you won't have anything to eat, if you lose, you won't have anything to eat.

One can imagine how much the morale of the Beamon orcs has dropped.

The Bloodhoof Tribe has a large number of teleportation crystals, which every Beamon orc has seen with their own eyes, so when facing the enemy, whenever they wave their weapons and delay for a moment, they will inexplicably think in their hearts: It's over, eat a mouthful of dry food, and wave the weapon again to delay for a while, and they will think in their hearts: It's over, drink a sip of water.

As a result, the more anxious the Bhamon orc warriors became, and the more anxious they became, the more they were grabbed by the Holy See soldiers and beaten on the head.

With such a mentality, even if the number of Orcs is two or three times greater than that of the two major legions of the Holy See, it will not be able to raise too much fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

Even many orc warriors began to complain in their hearts about the Supreme Commander Simba: You can't even keep your baggage, let Lao Tzu work hard, this is still a hairy fight, hurry back to the Shabak Imperial City to wash and sleep.