The killing sound on the front line shook the sky, and Allen, who was watching the battle in the rear of Beamon, scolded his mother in the same place, mainly because of anger.

Originally, he didn't have the time to take his soldiers into this battle, because even if all the non-combatants were added together, there were less than a thousand people in the Bloodhoof Tribe.

It is simply impossible for a thousand people to control a large-scale battle of hundreds of thousands of people, and even their best equipment cannot make up for the huge disparity in numbers.

Just now, he mobilized almost all the second-line personnel of the Bloodhoof Tribe, ran out through the teleportation circle and began to grab the baggage of the Beamon orcs, originally thinking that he was not going to leave even a single hair for Beamon.

Who knew that after tossing for a long time, he returned to the camp through the teleportation array and almost died of anger.

What musty-smelling tattered tents, marching rations harder than stone, skinny saros and ponies, rusty iron weapons, damp arrows, and so on.

Moreover, there was a strange smell in the open space of the camp, and even Tu Tu, the little guy, walked around with a disgusted face.

Alan really can't understand how much the Beamon Beast Emperor has learned that the Bimon Orcs are so poor, and they still want to invade the Great Wasteland and counterattack the hinterland of the Terrans every day.

You have the fucking leisure to let 300,000 vanguard troops go home and farm the land than to come to the Great Wasteland to fight the Holy See.

Allen, who returned to the battlefield, directly asked all the giants not to toss back and forth, everyone transported it for a long time, and they moved a lot of rags, what kind of stuff are these, and the Bloodhoof Tribe is not a scrap yard for collecting rags.

Alan who nested a belly of fire thought about it, go to you. Damn, these tattered and heavy old men don't rob them anymore, your mother can burn them, I don't want you and don't want it.

Thinking of doing so, Alan waved his hand, and the giants retreated to the teleportation circle, and De Niro began to throw and burn with a group of dwarfs. Bottle, and within a moment, a fire raged behind Beamon.

At this time, it was already approaching evening in the Great Wilderness, and the flames of the skyrocketing reflected half of the sky, which also attracted everyone's attention.

The soldiers of the Holy See were dumbfounded, and so were the Beamons.

Simba almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, what kind of beast could do such a thing.

You said you don't want it, don't do it, what the are you burning me all in?

It's like a bunch of thieves coming into your house to steal something, and they don't even look down on your little stuff, and they burn it all for you before leaving.

At this time, the Beamon soldiers, whose military spirit and fighting spirit had finally recovered, fell to freezing point again.

Alan, whose whole family has been greeted countless times by hundreds of thousands of Beamons, looked up to the sky and laughed proudly: "Yes, you dare to come out to engage in aggression when you are so poor, you bastards are angry, and you dare to go to the wilderness with two pieces of dry food to play with me with empty gloves white wolf, rely on your mother, blind your dog's eyes." ”

Hachas, who was watching the battle, slipped silently from his hand and fell to the ground, he suddenly felt a little pity for the hundreds of thousands of Beamon orcs, and he really felt pity for these Beamon orcs in his heart.

The Great Wasteland was already windy all year round, and Rooney, a guy who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, used wooden spells to fuel it, and thousands of carriages of supplies ignited a raging fire.

Seeing that the fire could no longer be extinguished, Eren began to order all personnel to retreat, leaving only twenty-five steel puppets.

There was a very brief moment of calm on the battlefield.

The Papal soldiers looked at the sky-high flames, and all the Bimon soldiers who were fighting on the front line also turned to look at the raging fire in the rear.

The Beamon orcs were originally an irritable race, without the shroud of the sacrificial sober aura, and seeing the unscrupulous burning of the Bloodhoof tribe, many of the main battle races, the Beamon orcs had begun to go berserk on their own, and their eyes were blood-red.

Even the low-level Beamon orcs are on the verge of madness.

After the calm, those high-level orcs and main battle races who had entered the frenzy began to run to the rear, and they really couldn't stand such a great humiliation.

The wolf cavalry, including the wolf cavalry approaching the rear and the flanks, also shouted angrily and turned around and rushed towards the twenty-five steel puppets.

A very strange situation pervades the entire battlefield.

The largest number of Pig Orcs were confused to see the bear-man officers around them turn around and kill the rear, no matter how much the Harpy Herald in mid-air tried to persuade them, they didn't know whether to continue to rush forward or go back to rescue the baggage.

The ordinary wolf warriors saw the fanged wolf cavalry urging the war wolf to rush towards the twenty-five steel puppets, their eyes were full of confusion, and they didn't know what to do.

It's messed up, the whole battlefield is in chaos.

No matter how much the orc warlords and heralds tried to dissuade them, more and more of the orc warriors fighting on the front lines became angry.

They are angry at the vileness and shamelessness of the Bloodhoof tribe, they are angry at the bullying of the Bloodhoof tribe too much, they have too many reasons for their anger.

I thought I was walking on the Great Wasteland unimpeded, but I ended up being played by several elemental users and walking dogs.

Originally, because the other party would only use these indiscriminate methods, they were dizzy and suffered heavy losses due to ambushes again and again.

When he thought that he could finally fight the soldiers of the Holy See, the army lost contact with the baggage troops.

The most infuriating thing is that the enemy saw that he had robbed not so many supplies, and actually burned them all.

Standing under the steel puppet, Alan saw more and more Beamon orcs shouting and shouting and rushing over, plucked out his ears, and removed the alien space storage necklace around his neck.

After a flash of elemental light, the Iron Puppet vanished into thin air, leaving Eren alone in place.

After raising a middle finger, Alan turned around and took the eighth master's step, and walked slowly towards the teleportation circle with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that this mean, shameless, and nasty guy was about to run away, a wolf cavalry commander pulled out a dagger and stabbed it hard on the butt of the mount, speeding up the crotch. Run at the speed of the lower Wolf Warrior.

The wolf ran wild under the pain.

Closer, closer and closer, looking at the arrogant back, the wolf cavalry commander was stunned, holding up the machete and roaring incessantly.

Ai Ethics ignored him and just buried his head and walked forward.

It's a pity that it's less than half a meter, only less than half a meter, and the glowing scimitar is only half a meter away from Allen's back.

Alan's entire body had been buried in the portal.

The wolf cavalry commander jumped off the giant wolf, crouched on the ground and hugged his head and cried, half a meter, only half a meter, even if it was just a little faster, he could cut this despicable fellow under the knife.

More and more wolf cavalry surrounded the front of the teleportation circle, unwilling.

A Lion Tiger Praetorian Guard looked at the wolf cavalry commander with pity, perhaps this incident just now would become the biggest regret of the other party's life.

Many warriors tried to rush into the teleportation circle, but were eventually stopped by a group of liger praetorian guards, who knew that once they entered the teleportation circle, they would be greeted by a dense rain of arrows.

Seeing that the teleportation circle was about to close, a thick arm suddenly stretched out, and grabbed the wolf cavalry commander who was squatting on the ground and grabbed him into the portal.

With just one breath, the wolf cavalry commander flew out again, his head twisted into a strange shape, and he couldn't blink his eyes.

As a result, the portal that was about to close lit up again, and it seemed that the other party had activated the teleportation circle again.

They thought that the enemy would rush out, even if it was the barbarian warriors armed to the teeth, even the iron puppets that could not be resisted, even the giants of great strength.

As long as there are enemies, they need to find an outlet, find an opportunity to vent.

They want to cut people, or be cut off.

Although I know that the chance of being cut is relatively large.

It's a pity that Eren still let them down, and it wasn't people who came out of the teleportation circle, but things.

It's the orc supplies that were brought back to the tribe by the giants.

One by one helps burn. The bottle wagon was thrown out of the teleportation circle, as if it were garbage.

The orc warriors' eyes widened.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Although they didn't understand why the other party had changed their minds, at least the food for the evening had settled.

It's a pity that reality has disappointed them again.

Alan poked his head out with a torch and scolded: "Rely on your mother, you dare to come out and run the rivers and lakes when you are so fucking poor, wasting Lao Tzu's time." ”

After scolding, Eren threw the torch out and retracted into the portal.

The next second, it encounters the burning of flames. The bottles exploded without incident, one after the other.

These orc warriors gathered at the door of the teleportation circle, covered in fire and wailing, they could no longer care about rescuing the burning baggage, and fell to the ground and rolled on the ground to try to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

It's a pity to burn. The high concentration of alcohol in the bottle has too strong adhesion and sputtering force.

The baggage behind the Beamon orcs ushered in the second baptism of the fire god Kasus.

On the other side of the closed teleportation circle, Alan stood in the open space of the camp and cursed.

The giants were fine, but De Niro and a group of dwarves not only had to endure the strange smell around them, but they were also sprayed on the head by Allen.

"You idiots, you can grab all that shit, it's a weird smell in the camp now, it's a fucking waste of Lao Tzu's time and those teleportation crystals."

Samson blinked innocently, didn't you just let us rob it just now, boss.

De Niro was also quite innocent, and it had nothing to do with him, but he came to see the excitement, and he was also sprayed.

Cleos squatted down and said with a bitter face: "Boss, we didn't expect these Bhamon orcs to be so poor, so we grabbed it in a hurry, and we didn't look carefully at what was inside." ”

Samson nodded approvingly.

No one expected that the entire 300,000 Beamon vanguard army would actually pull such a lot of rags out to fight.

The dry food was moldy, the marching tents were leaky, the ironware was rusty, and the arrows were wooden。。。。。。

There is not a single thing in the thousands of carriages that can be seen.

And it is very economical than the Orcs, the people use dwarf horse-drawn carts, and they use Pig-faced people to pull carts.

The only few hundred saro beasts and ponies that are ready to be raised for meat are still thin and skinny, and it is estimated that the Bloodhoof tribe wants to slaughter and eat meat, at least for another year and a half, and there is no fat on their bodies.

A gloomy Alan called Old Duff and told him to start cleaning the ground with water magic, the smell was so unpleasant.

At this time, Simba, who was constantly giving orders in the front army, became more and more bitter in his mouth.

Without the aura of sacrifice, the Pigs were almost difficult to fight against an ordinary Terran infantryman.

The wolf cavalry roamed around the perimeter and was constantly suppressed by the archers of the Holy See.

The wolf infantry fell into a bitter battle again, and the opposing magician threw away his magic as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he did not have a spell that could stop the opponent.

The few liger and tiger guards were entangled by the opposing party's vindictive warriors again.

After a brief period of chaos just now, those self-frenzied main battle races completely disrupted their offensive rhythm, and those who pit their teammates were all superb.

And I don't know what happened in the rear, but the fire that had just become slightly smaller began to burn again.

A harpy with a blackened face landed next to Simba and said with a constipated face: "Report, the rear baggage was snatched by the robbers and thrown out again." ”

"What?" Simba's eyes widened.

"And then ... Then it was burned again. ”

Simba didn't react, and his brain began to get a little confused.

He had already prepared for the worst of all the losses, but he was still curious about what the other party was doing with this extra move.

The eagle-man analyzed it very accurately, and he stopped talking for a long time before saying: "I guess, it is estimated that the other party doesn't like our materials and takes up space, so he threw them out and burned them all." ”

Simba's wounded heart, which had long been wounded, finally couldn't bear the blow, his eyes were black and he almost fell, and he began to pant for breath while sitting on the head of the war elephant.

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