Dozens of griffons and horned eagles flew through the air, and bags were burning. Bottles and animal skin bags rained down and threw them on the heads of the wolf cavalrymen on both wings, creating a sea of fire.

Simba shrank behind the head of the huge war elephant, his eyes looked helplessly at Huron who was slashing out one after another, he really didn't know what order to give, and the entire 300,000 vanguard army was all in chaos.

Not to mention that he had never seen this situation, he had never heard of it.

Everyone said that they gathered their own people and began to cut each other with machetes, why don't you talk count, how can there be such a fight in a war, isn't this bullying?

Huronte, who had not recovered from his old injuries, was hit by an arrow in his shoulder, even if he had a fighting spirit to protect his body, it would be useless, and after coughing up a mouthful of blood, the fighting energy in his body was close to exhaustion.

The rain of arrows finally stopped, and both Huron and Simba breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no sniping from those beast elves, the harpy could take to the air to convey the order.

Unfortunately, the end of one nightmare often represents the coming of another nightmare.

The elite warriors of the four major tribes of the barbarian tribe made a comeback with the humiliation and anger they had received again and again.

Dylan, the chief of the Nighthawk Tribe, wore a standard full-body armor, which was given to him by Babylon the Great after being eliminated before, and after inspiring the Barbarian War Ring, he jumped on the Sharptooth Wasteland and flew to Beamon's flank, and below him were a hundred elite warriors of the Nighthawk tribe leading the Battle Guardian Beast.

And Billy, the chief of the Blood Snake Tribe, also rushed down from the hillside on the south side, and behind him were more than a hundred poisonous sand blood snakes endemic to the wasteland and the elite warriors of the Blood Snake Tribe.

Behind the beast elves and the Holy Son Orpheus, groups of papal cavalry also appeared, and at the end of the horizon, you could also see the crowds of the papal infantry phalanx.

The embarrassed Simba drew his sword and looked at the barbarians who had already been ambushed and attacked the Chinese army, showing a relieved expression.

Simba estimated the losses, gritted his teeth and said to the Praetorian Guards beside him: "Inform all the combat units, Beamon Sacrifice is concentrated in the front army, the mind commands the war beasts, the flanks surround the front army into a charging formation, the rear army forms a flank, ready to meet the enemy, those baggage and baggage guards in the rear。。。。。。。 No matter what, let the Beamon Behemoth attack the Holy See Legion first, and finally deal with them. ”

Seeing that the decisive battle was coming, Simba, who was holding back the fire in his belly, the big blood vessels in his head jumped up and down, and he needed a massacre to wash away the anger and unwillingness of all orc warriors.

He was not afraid of an ambush by the barbarians, nor was he afraid of the rear baggage being cut, even if he lost the animal trainer and a few sacrifices.

As long as these enemies can appear in a dignified manner and fight head-on, he is really afraid of the endless harassment battles of these barbarians, and he is even more afraid of the orcs who will suddenly appear and be beaten by a group of enemies at some point.

It's a pity that he didn't distinguish a cruel fact, that is, whether it is the elite soldiers of the two major tribes that attacked the Chinese army, or the Holy See soldiers who rushed over in a hurry, they are them, and the Bloodhoof Tribe is the Bloodhoof Tribe, everyone fights their own way, and no one hinders anyone.

The allies began to charge, not delaying the Bloodhoof tribe from getting down to business.

The beast elves gathered their compound bows and followed Orpheus through the portal.

The griffons under De Niro's crotch scooped up the bloodied Thackeray and flew off into the distance, and the Iron Puppets began to recoil back from their massive size, turning their heads to destroy the supplies rather than continue to kill.

Just when all the sacrifices were concentrated in the front army, when all the Beamon orcs kept changing their formations and thought that they were going to fight a decisive battle head-on.

A crack in the front army was revealed in midair, and a golden giant sword floated out, and the surging dark power made the hearts of all the orcs of the front army shrouded in a strong uneasiness.

The tip of the golden greatsword pointed diagonally downward.

This is where the Scepter Priests gather.

Huron was shocked and said: "The god's name weapon, it is the golden sword of Chrysor, quickly, let the sacrifice dodge!" ”

Sacrifice is a rare thing, like the Terran magician, once they set foot on the battlefield, they are all protected, and seeing that the decisive battle is coming, the Orephine Giant Elephant Warriors and Bell Bear officers in the main battle race have long surrounded these thin old guys.

The priests tried to run, but they were surrounded by a bunch of big men.

The reason why the main battle race is called the main battle race is because of their huge size.

The advantage of being large is obvious, that is, it is resistant to beating and drying, but there is also an obvious disadvantage, that is, slow movement.

Just like a dwarf being surrounded by a bunch of giants in a hard-seated carriage, the priests are in this mood right now.

Therefore, the sacrificers were sad, crying father and mother, and wanted to push away the main battle race guarding them beside them, but unfortunately their waists were not as thick as other people's calves, and it was useless to jump up and hit people's knees.

Constant, hovering at an altitude of 100 meters, muttered to himself and wondered: "What are you waiting for, why don't you intercept it with a war song?" ”

The handsome old man was very gentlemanly, and after waiting for a long time to control the god's name weapon, he didn't see the sacrifices fight back, and after shaking his head in confusion, he waved his wand lightly.

In the next second, the earth-destroying elemental power descended on the heads of those panicked sacrifices.

Under the attack of the god's weapon, whether it was a sacrifice or a warrior of the main battle race who guarded them, they suffered the double blow of physical power and magical elements.

The golden sword composed of the magic elements of the different space, with a length of up to thirty-five meters and a width of nearly ten meters, was as if an invisible huge knight had swung it vigorously, and the golden giant sword with the power of wind and thunder slashed to the ground, and then began to produce countless magic explosions.

The wind began to howl, flying sand and rocks.

The flames began to burn, scorching corpses everywhere.

The poisonous gas began to spread, and the black fog was heavy.

This is the power of the weapon of the god name of the other space, with three completely different elemental strike powers, a wide range, strong attack power, and long-lasting endurance, specializing in all kinds of bad old man sacrifices.

Conslett squinted his eyes for a while, and after seeing that there was only a huge pit with a diameter of nearly 100 meters left in the place where the sacrifices were originally gathered, he nodded with satisfaction.

Using her magic to pull up a portal, Constant slipped inside.

The handsome old man is not like Thackeray and Orpheus, who don't take teleportation crystals seriously, he would rather consume the magic in his body than waste these precious teleportation crystals.

When he came, it was silent, no one noticed the handsome face in the sky, and before leaving, he threw down a giant sword from another space, leaving a huge pit, and all the Beamons seemed to have never existed, without the slightest breath of life.

After the elemental impact, Simba and Huron stared blankly at the crater hundreds of yards away on the left, their bodies trembling.

There used to be twenty scepter priests, there was originally a team of Bell Bear officers and ten Orephine giant elephant warriors, but now there is nothing left, only a huge pit of black smoke, and there is no scum left.

Huron jumped onto the giant war elephant and patted Simba on the shoulder, finally pulling the other man's thoughts back to reality.

"Ready。。。。。 Respond to the enemy, the Papal soldiers rushed over. ”

Simba turned his head sluggishly, saw the papal cavalry holding their spears high, and nodded indifferently.

Who knew that there was another fluctuation of magic elements in the rear, and there was the direction of the baggage troops.

Simba was already numb, and the two of them subconsciously raised their lookouts.

In the lookout was a young face, with a strange smile on it, dangerous and arrogant.

Like the stars holding the moon, the Children of Chaos, protected by a group of barbarian warriors in crimson armor, walked out of the portal with great arrogance.

Whether it's Simba or Huronte, they won't forget that face until they die.

Huronte, in particular, was a young face that had appeared countless times in his nightmares.

Gritting his teeth, Hyronte clenched his fists and persuaded him: "The whole army is ready to meet the enemy, it is better to give up the baggage troops for the time being, there are too few enemies in the rear, don't worry about being flanked by the head and tail, and then turn back to deal with them after solving the soldiers of the Holy See." ”

Simba was silent for a while, nodded helplessly and began to order.

Alan held a hammer and led the tribal warriors to surround the teleportation circle.

With his right hand blocking the dazzling sunlight, Alan always felt that there was a familiar figure in front of the army, but it was too far away to see clearly.

"No matter, let's do ours." Eren whistled, and a group of warriors drew their heavy weapons and began to move forward.

The high-spirited Cologne shouted at the top of his voice: "Pull up the cordon, advance five hundred yards, don't make contact with their main force, and stop in place when the wolf cavalry is blocked, and wait for the support of the Titan Air Regiment." ”

Babylon the Great threw the horned python to the ground and roared, "For the glory of the chief, follow me, brothers." ”

"For the glory of the chief, the god of war is above."

The horned python, which had turned into a fighting posture, spat out the snake hyacinth and made a voice: "Kill these dogs!" ”

Alan rolled his eyes, the broken snake was now swearing with one mouth, and Hathaway and Giselle blamed themselves every day for teaching the horned python badly.

After the horned python spewed out a mouthful of poisonous mist, the warriors buckled their armor and began to charge.

The Iron Puppet, which had been standing still, moved again, and began to advance as a cover for the warriors' wings.

The tribal warriors, like the tigers entering the flock, did not show the slightest mercy in the face of the Pig-faced people who had long given up resistance.

Now that you have set foot on our homeland, don't blame us for being ruthless.

After buckling their armor, a hundred elite warriors of the tribe formed two rows and began to slowly move forward.

Behind them, there was a wide path of blood.

In front of them were the frightened eyes and trembling body of the pig-faced man.

The muffled sound of heavy weapons smashing against flesh and the howl of the Beamon Pig pig-faced man weave together a tragic symphony.

Alan shouted into the teleportation circle behind him, "Samson, tell the brothers to carry things for me." ”

As soon as the words fell, giants who were not much smaller than the steel puppets rushed out, and began to disperse with joy on their faces.

Wooden arrows, dried dried meat, spare iron armor, bundles of improvised tents, cartloads of charcoal, etc., all carried the wagons and ponies back to the portal.

The quality of the two brothers, Samson and Cleos, became lower and lower, and they ran away with the baggage, and kicked over buckets of water by the way.

By this time, the wolf cavalry and pig-faced men of the vanguard army had already made contact with the Holy See cavalry.

But this has nothing to do with Alan and the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Holy See fights the Holy See, and they rob them.

With so much baggage, relying on more than twenty giants, it will not be able to finish it at all.

The front is in full swing, and the back is also in full swing to grab supplies.

Simba, who was holding the lookout, was dripping blood in his heart while ordering to change formation.

I rely on you. Mom, it's up to you. Mom, I don't play like this.