I have to say that this scene is too weird, the 300,000 Beamon vanguard army is like the sea water without the end, the strong orc warriors shout the advancing orc war song, and then a portal suddenly appears in front.

Then a human ran out, with a smile on his face, leading a fierce beast, as if he had come for sightseeing.

Orpheus walked out of the portal with that trademark smile on his face.

Huronte's eyes widened, he couldn't have imagined that even the Holy Son had run to the front line.

Could it be that the Great Pope is hanging, why did even the Holy Son Orpheus run out as bait?

Simba snorted coldly, thirty eagles flew into the air, two hundred elite wolf cavalry on both wings of the Chinese army began to charge, and the four priests beside him were also ready to sway the war song, but the distance was too far, they could only be ready at any time, and the fart was useless.

Orpheus closed the portal, jumped on top of the Darkmoon Leopard, and turned around and ran.

He has been like a thief more than a holy son.

As the royal mount of the tribal chief Giselle, this Dark Moon Leopard can be said to be the fastest fierce beast in the Bloodhoof Tribe and even the Great Wasteland, like a black streamer, it ran out of nearly a hundred yards in the blink of an eye, and the eagle man and wolf cavalry couldn't catch up at all.

"It is Orpheus, the holy son of the Holy See of the Terran Race, and the blood son of the Great Pope." Huron said through gritted teeth.

"Holy Son? Mourinho attacked the fortress of the Holy Light in order to capture him. Simba sneered and said to the herald beside him: "The speed of the march remains the same, tell the harpy and the wolf cavalry that there is no need to chase anymore, the other party is obviously a decoy, and the scouts of the fanged wolf cavalry expand the range to be vigilant, and immediately shrink the defense when they encounter the enemy." ”

Huron is a little strange, dignified Holy Son, can he just play such a low-end tactic, no matter how stupid the Orcs are, they will not be able to follow you into the ambush circle together.

Unexpectedly, after distancing himself from the Beamon Legion, Orpheus suddenly stopped, jumped off the body of the Dark Moon Leopard, and began to chant a spell as if no one was around.

Simba's face changed drastically, and he motioned for the two war priests beside him to release the war song.

A war priest in his seventies and eighties next to him sighed and said, "The distance is too far, unless the twelve main priests are present, they can't fight back." ”

At this time, Orpheus had already finished chanting the incantation, and dozens of fist-sized holy light bullets flew over without a head or a brain, and most of them were coming for Huronte.

The guards next to Simba hurriedly raised their shields to defend.

There was a clanging sound, and a slightly slower bear-man officer was slapped in the face, and his entire face was shattered, and he fell backwards on his back, and he couldn't see that he could survive.

"Catch him for me, I'm going to cut off his hands and pull out his tongue, so that he will never be able to cast a spell again in his life!" Simba roared, and the eagles who had just returned flew out helplessly.

Orpheus leisurely jumped on the Dark Moon Leopard and sprang out again, a group of harpies hovering in the air stupidly, chasing and returning.

Huron sighed and said, "If you can't catch up, let the harpys come back, the Bloodhoof Tribe has an air force composed of griffins and horned eagles, don't wear down the physical strength of these harpies." ”

Simba reluctantly gave the order again, but seeing that the harpy was no longer chasing, Orpheus jumped off the Dark Moon Leopard again and began to chant a spell.

Simba's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at Huron and asked, "You。。。。。 Are you sure this is the Holy Son of the Terran Holy See? ”

Hyronte nodded helplessly, he didn't really want to admit it.

Simba gritted his teeth and said, "You Terran Holy Sons, are all like this... Is it cheap? ”

Huron rolled his eyes, you ask me, I ask who to go, how did the son Orpheus, who used to be gentle and gentlemanly, become so inferior now.

As soon as Simba finished speaking, he slashed a cross with a golden light.

Hyront exclaimed, "Holy Light Cross Slash, quickly let the sacrifice summon the demon pet." ”

There is no need for Hiront to remind them, the two priests have already released demon pets, an ice hammer demon wolf, and an eroded multi-legged giant worm.

Under the command of the priest, the two demon pets began to release a single attack spell to intercept it.

Huron also slashed out a fighting aura, which barely stopped the fierce Holy Light Cross Slash.

By the time everyone looked up again, Orpheus was already riding on the back of the Darkmoon Leopard, leaving them with a dashing and lonely back.

Simba's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he said angrily, "Isn't there a way to catch him?" ”

Huron spread his hands and persuaded us, "He obviously wants to seduce us, it's better, it's better to ignore him." ”

Seeing Orpheus stop a thousand yards away, Simba shouted to the harpy beside him: "Separate a team of wolf cavalry from the Chinese army, and give me a non-stop pursuit, even if I leave the marching route, now I will see how he can cast a spell." ”

After the harpy man got the order, he flew to the position of the Chinese army, and a team of two hundred fanged wolf cavalry scout cavalry began to chase Orpheus from the flank, but everyone knew in their hearts that the giant wolf under the wolf cavalry's crotch, in terms of speed, spread out and run, it is estimated that he can't even see Orpheus's tail lights, and he can only eat ashes.

Seeing Orpheus riding on the Dark Moon Phantom Leopard again and escaping, Simba snorted coldly: "What Holy Son, the ignorant junior of Banmen with an axe, are we as brainless as Beamon and the barbarians?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a portal suddenly appeared five or six hundred yards away on the right, and a werewolf held a magic wand, not to mention a row of thorny arrows.

Fortunately, the sacrifices were already on guard this time, and they intercepted it in advance in the face of this kind of wood-based spell that was not too powerful, but there were no casualties.

However, I was still shocked that I was able to cast a spell from such a distance and hit Party B, at least I was a magician.

It's just that no one thought that Gui was a magician, not only fighting alone as a bait, but also doing so disregarding his identity.

Simba gritted his teeth and said to the harpy next to him: "Divide another team of scouts, chase me after him, chase him all the time, chase him to death." ”

As a druid, and also a druid who has turned into a werewolf form, Rooney is like a husky, and he begins to keep a distance around the flanks of the vanguard and scatter joyful circles, taking time to put a few wood-based instant spells while circling, and a group of priests are tireless.

The problem is that the priests are all old and bad old men, and they will run to the middle army for a while, and they will run to the flanks for a while, and they don't need Rooney to sneak attack them, these old guys are tired and almost have a cerebral hemorrhage.

However, Simba is still very qualified as a legion commander.

He constantly warned himself to be patient, and never let the entire vanguard army deviate from the original route of march.

And Huron also persuaded: "It's just a few elemental users, it's just a constant harassment, a distance of about a thousand yards, they don't dare to release large-scale spells at all, and a single magic attack can't cause much damage, just endure it." ”

As soon as Hurent's voice fell, a portal suddenly appeared out of thin air five hundred yards on the flank, and a water magician with an obscene face ran out, without saying a word, raising his hand was a rainstorm technique, and after he finished letting go, he didn't let go of the fart, and drilled back into the portal.

This guy's water magic not only has no attack power, but also has no accuracy, and after flying three or four hundred yards, it looks like a water gun.

Old Duff didn't have any strategic goals, just the idle eggs came out to join in the fun, and there happened to be an extra portal, so he came out to snort twice, and when he returned to the camp, he let the handsome old man scold, and Alan also gave him a squirt.

"Isn't that over?" Simba swore that once he caught these shameless guys, no matter what kind of son or druid, he would have to pull their tendons and skin them, it was really infuriating.

As a great traitor to the Terran race, Huron felt a little embarrassed at this time, and said with a forced smile: "Water magician, there is no attack power, as long as everyone is careful, it will be fine." ”

Although Simba knew that what Huron said was right, he still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, because the other party was too shameless, and if he had the ability, he would come out to fight openly, so it was as interesting as walking a dog.

Even if a single spell can destroy ten people, Beamon will catch people in the past, and the other party will run again, run until no one is chasing him, and then turn back and harass with spells, and this time it will be delayed for nearly a quarter of an hour.

There are 300,000 people in the vanguard legion, even if the magic power in the opponent's body is unlimited, if you want to destroy the 300,000 Beamon orcs, you don't know that it will be the year of the monkey.

But Simba is very troublesome, very troublesome, extremely troublesome.

It's like you have a million dollars in your pocket, and suddenly a thief comes out, stealing two or three dollars from you today, and stealing ten or eight dollars from you tomorrow, although you know that even if you let him steal 100 yuan a day, he will steal for more than 30 years, but you are very troubled, and you can't catch him when it's over.

Simba is in this mood now, one is the Holy Son of the Holy See, the future big boss of the largest religious organization of the human race, and the other is a druid magister, don't these two people even want faces, this is too bottomless.

Now it's not just Simba and Huron who are troubled, but even the other Beamon orcs are also troubled.

If you can't catch up and can't catch up, you can't hit it, so you have to watch the other party's back, and you can't tell when you will turn back and give you a while, it's sad enough to think about it.

"It's all those damn teleportation crystals." Simba saw with his own eyes that more than a hundred yards beside him, a Praetorian Tiger Prince was caught off guard, and was pierced through his heart by a blow of the finger of the withered vine of the wood instantaneous magic.

By his mother, three more dollars were stolen.

Hyronte sighed helplessly, he was also a traitor, he was a man and a mount, and he went to Beamon penniless.

Look at Mourinho again, it's just a fucking living Lei Feng, not to mention sending a large group of high-end technical talents to the Bloodhoof tribe in disguise, not to mention the wild dwarves, and taking a lot of teleportation crystals as gifts, and finally giving dozens of marksman beast elves free shipping by the way.

Not to mention the wild dwarves and beast elves, mainly those teleportation crystals, used in the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe, are really disgusting, and the teleportation crystals have made the Bloodhoof tribe play with flowers.

Although it is not common to say that the teleportation crystal is not common, it is a magic prop after all, and the Beamon Sacrifice is the same elemental user as the magician, which means that as long as the teleportation crystal activates the portal, the Beamon Sacrifice can be detected in advance.

The problem is that no one expected that the Bloodhoof Tribe would take such a precious teleportation crystal seriously and throw it all over the wasteland, what kind of loser must be to do such a thing?

Taking a step back, you can't always arrange the precious sacrifices in the legion on the periphery of the legion, and you can't let the sacrifices move in front like the scouts, if that's the case, wouldn't it be as nonsense as the Terrans forcing the magicians to pull out their knives and cut at close range with the enemy.

And the Bloodhoof tribe is too thief, after activating the portal, a random magician throws two magicals, and then drills back from the portal, grabs the teleportation crystal on the ground before leaving, and then closes the portal at the other end when he gets there, even if he is beaten here, there is no place to find someone to reason, and the other party took away the nearby teleportation crystal before leaving, you say that it takes a frenzied person to come up with such a shady solution.

The 300,000 Beamon vanguard army is now considered to have fallen into eight lifetimes of blood mold, and a holy son, Orpheus, riding on the Dark Moon Leopard, with a group of scouts wandering around, has nothing to do, and turns around to reward the two of them with magic to help him, afraid that people will not chase him.

Plus a druid magister who transformed into a werewolf form, began to run around the wings of the vanguard, like Orpheus, nothing to reward two magic, like a dog, the most annoying thing is that sometimes he runs too far, and squats on the ground and howls at the sky.

The most disturbing thing is that as the vanguard army goes deeper and deeper, there are more and more teleportation crystals buried in the ground, and two mages will come out in a while, throw a magic and run, and after a while, a group of beast elves will run out。。。。。。。。。

The 300,000 Beamon vanguard army has no thoughts now, so they want to hurry up and cross the Great Wilderness, this battle is really too sinful for Nima, and it is still aggrieved.