At this time, in the advance corps of Bimon, Rommel did not keep roaring and roaring like several other combat staff officers, but gave orders one after another with a sinking face.

"Send the Harpy again and watch the direction of the attacker."

"The infantry phalanx was spread out, the flanks were spread, and the formation was elongated to reduce losses."

"Send a fanged wolf cavalry scout squad and advance in a straight line and spread out distance."

"The wolf cavalry marched in an arc on both wings."

One by one, half-kneeling Harpy heralds flew towards the phalanxes of infantry.

After the order was conveyed to the various squads, the team of a hundred fanged wolf cavalry showed a straight line and rushed towards the position where Allen and the others had just been.

A quarter of an hour later, a harpy herald, half-kneeling beside Rommel with a bitter face.

"Tell you the beauty, the enemy... The enemy is nowhere to be found. ”

"It looks like the wild dwarves have finished crafting those teleportation crystal ores." Rommel gritted his teeth and said: "Mourinho, this damn traitor, even such an important strategic material was snatched by the enemy. ”

A fox staff officer climbed from under the ladder to the top of the giant elephant and looked at Rommel without saying a word.

"Report the loss."

Only then did the fox clan staff officer whisper: "A hundred fanged wolf cavalry scouts were killed, thirty-six hawks were killed, the first phalanx of infantry was killed one hundred and seventy-six Pig warriors, one Bell Bear man officer, and the second phalanx 。。。。。 ”

"That's enough." Rommel interrupted the fox staff officer angrily and asked uncertainly, "What is the total number of casualties?" ”

"In addition to the scout squad and the Harpys who had just been sent out, all the Pyg warriors were wounded, one thousand three hundred and forty-six, of which more than five hundred fighters were incapacitated and killed, two thousand eight hundred and seventy-two, five Bell Bearman officers were slightly wounded, and one Bearman officer was hit by a boulder and died on the spot."

Huronte's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't expect that in less than a quarter of an hour, his side would lose so much without even seeing the enemy.

"How could there be such a big loss?" Rommel looked incredulous.

The fox clan staff officer swallowed his saliva and said helplessly: "After those boulders are smashed, the liquid tied to them has strong adhesion and combustibility, and the Pig warriors are wearing wooden armor。。。。。。 ”

Glancing at the several infantry phalanxes that began to restore order, Rommel rubbed his eyebrows, and ordered again: "The forward, the left and right wings, the rear, and ten sacrifices each are at the outermost periphery of the phalanx, let all the sacrifices release the magic pets, the primary attack target is those portals, the wolf cavalry spreads out the two wings, once the sacrifice senses the fluctuations of the space element, all the demon pets pounce over, and the wolf cavalry on both wings traps the enemy." ”

A fox combat staff officer was reluctant to speak, but eventually gave the order to the Harpy herald.

Hiront glanced at Rommel and did not speak, but secretly admired Rommel's quick decisions and extremely sober analytical skills.

Enemies with teleportation can appear anywhere, and your target is so large that an enemy with weapons of mass destruction can run away, which is almost an unsolvable tactic.

However, if the Beamon Sacrifice is scattered around the periphery of the army, as long as there is a portal elemental fluctuation, the Beamon Sacrifice can sense it for the first time, and then use the Demon Pet to contain and destroy those portals, and the wolf cavalry can destroy the enemy in one fell swoop if it supports in time.

This tactic is very clever, but there is one shortcoming, that is, it does not take the life of the sacrifice very seriously.

You must know that among the Beamon orcs, sacrifices are as precious as Terran magicians.

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A group of human envoys gathered around Allen, with various expressions on their faces, but none of them dared to speak loudly, they were afraid of arguing with the man who was squatting on the ground and writing and drawing.

I have to say that the way of fighting just now made them completely shocked.

They finally knew why the Holy Mountain was so scrupling about a small barbarian tribe, and it seemed that there was a reason why the Holy Mountain had been slapped in the face and not fought back.

Because this guy not far away is too shady.

The impact of the scene just now on everyone was too shocking, and they had never heard of such a way of fighting.

Efficient, accurate, fast, and safe.

Get rid of the scouts, attack the large army, and then retreat without hesitation.

If he was the commander of the Beamon advance army, he would probably be mad on the spot.

However, they have some pity, because this tactic can only be used once.

The reason why he was able to take the Beamon Legion by surprise just now was precisely because the enemy was too careless and did not send a sacrifice to participate in the battle at the first time.

If the priest had sensed the fluctuations of the portal elemental and forced the demon pet to force it up as soon as possible, instead of sending the harpy and fanged wolf cavalry, those giants and dwarves would not have succeeded in launching a series of attacks.

But even so, everyone had to look at Alan with admiration at this time, and even with a little fear in their eyes.

After all, a barbarian tribe that walks the route of elite soldiers and has powerful elemental power, with the help of teleportation crystals, it is really possible to hit whoever you want in the face, and you can't catch him.

And this guy is also a complete outlaw, after all, not everyone dares to attack a legion of 100,000 people with dozens of people, and he has successfully withdrawn safely after consuming the opponent's living force.

They have more or less heard of the path to fame of this tribe of barbarians of less than a thousand people.

A group of stragglers abandoned by the Great Chieftain tribe and 80,000 barbarians, a down-and-out nobleman hunted down by Huront.

is such a combination, which has gone to the road of unstoppable rise in the way of war and warfare.

A group of barbarians who couldn't afford to eat, first encircled a group of Hammerfort dwarves who could not afford to eat, and then fooled the giants of the plains who couldn't afford to eat even more.

After the grassroots armed forces were gathered, Allen, the most wanted criminal of the Holy See, gathered a group of raccoon dogs.

Wandering mage, the most wanted criminal of the previous generation of the Holy See, a dark magus pursued by the Earth Walking Dragon Legion, heretics, etc.

Then it was out of control, and these guys who were going to come from a bad background swept across the Great Wasteland to claim hegemony, and then began to slap the Holy See in the face one after another, and finally intervened in the battle between the Holy Light Castle and the orcs, etc., etc.

They had heard of the rise of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and had always defeated their enemies with zero casualties.

For this rumor, everyone took it as a joke at first.

It wasn't until today that they knew it wasn't a joke, because the scene just happened right in front of their eyes.

They didn't know how many troops the Bimon Orcs had lost, but the sky-high flames and the clear sound of explosions that could be heard from miles away were unforgettable.

When they walked through the portal and returned to the Bloodhoof Tribe, it was as if they had a strange dream.

In the dream, they were less than a few kilometers away from Beamon's army of 100,000, and then the Bloodhoof Chief wiped out the few thousands of soldiers of the other side with a raised hand, and finally everyone returned to the Bloodhoof camp safely, and the Beamon orcs did not even see their faces, and all they saw were burned to char or smashed into pulp.

At this time, everyone lowered their voices and whispered, they were no longer at a loss or frightened just now, but their eyes were fixed on Allen's figure, looking forward to the next time they walked into the portal.

Even Lompard, who has always had prejudices against Allen, has unconsciously changed his mentality.

This guy is not only a hob meat, but also an outlaw.

The scariest thing is that this guy has too many advantages that others don't have.

If you use one word to describe Allen, two words will immediately come to Rompad's mind, and that is --- danger!

Orpheus and Hathaway had just told him that Alan had begun to deploy the second battle plan.

He thought that the deployment of the battle plan would be the chatter of some old men or military staff officers who seemed to be particularly wise.

He thought that the subject of everyone's discussion would be harassment tactics, delaying the time for the Holy See legions to assemble a large army, and calculating the gains and losses.

He thought that he would have to wait for a long, long time at least before the next active attack, and he hesitated.

It's a pity that they were all wrong.

The so-called deployment of the second battle plan was just that Alan squatted on the ground, took a few breaths, wrote and drew on the ground casually, and then stood up and led them into the portal again.

After everyone walked out of the portal, they clearly felt that they were already on the periphery of the Savage Ancient Plains, at least dozens of kilometers away from the place where they had just fought.

This time, in addition to a group of human messengers, there was only a large group of old men who came out of the portal.

The tall giants didn't follow, neither did the beast elves who shot well, not even the dwarves of the plains who were leading their mounts, only a large group of bad old men.

There was a chill in everyone's hearts, because these old men were all fucking magicians.

A bunch of magicians without the protection of warriors.

But the old men walked out of the portal as if they were on an outing, laughing and laughing, and did not seem to worry about their own safety at all.

Even Donnie lost his composure just now, and his face was shocked.

And as the vice president of the Wizards' Association, Nicholas's face is even more unsightly.

Isn't this a joke, a large group of mages who have no warriors to protect them closely, just exposed to the empty wasteland, if there is any accident, how much elemental power will the entire human race be weakened.

This is an absolute fatal blow to the morale of all Terran allies.

Conslet, Lacey the Old Butler, Rooney, Doff the Elder, plus Hathaway and the five High Magiers of the Princess Guard, as well as her three Wizard brothers.

There are fourteen magicians, and the lowest cultivation level is all high-level magicians.

Perhaps only the Holy See has such a big hand, and no force dares to send so many magicians to the war at one time.

Donnie estimated that if the Beamon Beast Emperor knew that so many magicians were gathered here, and there was no warrior to protect him, he would have taken all the lives of the 100,000 advance army.

As long as so many high-level mages and magicians can be killed, it will be absolutely worthless, and it is more strategically significant than defeating a large Terran army.

Donnie and Nicholas tried to persuade Alan, but were held back by Hathaway.

Faced with the confusion of his mentor and the vice president of the Continental Magic Association, Hathaway did not explain, but shook her head slightly, and ran to Allen's side.

Alan looked at the mages standing in a row, and handed them the portable teleportation crystals in his arms.

Cana stood beside Allen, holding a piece of animal skin, and said like a conscientious combat staff officer: "The five magicians of the Guardian Regiment and Elder Duff have a casting distance of eight hundred yards, the three magicians have a casting distance of one thousand two hundred yards, Elder Rooney and Elder Lacey have a distance of one thousand and three hundred yards, and Master Conslet has two thousand three hundred yards. ”

After hearing this set of data, Donnie took a deep look at Conslet, and his brow furrowed inadvertently.

A group of human emissaries were also shocked.

The Magister is only fifteen hundred yards, could it be that this Dark Grand Magus has already advanced to the Holy Rank Mage? Only the Holy Rank can extend its cast range indefinitely.

Alan didn't bother to talk to them, and took out a large black bucket from the alien space necklace, which was more than half a person tall.

Cana took out fourteen transparent small bottles from her arms and handed them to everyone, pointed to the big bucket and said: "Masters, please fill up, drink after all the mana is consumed, remember, you are only allowed to cast spells once, after casting spells, activate the teleportation array and return to the bloodhoof camp." ”

Alan Zhengse said: "Safety first!" ”

Everyone nodded their heads and smiled and said that they were relieved and reassured.

Downey noticed a phenomenon that surprised him, that is, his three apprentices as magicians did not show any dissatisfaction or suspicion towards Allen, who gave orders, as if they trusted each other unconditionally, as if they were to a superior person.

This phenomenon is something he really can't believe, the three apprentices were all accepted by him ten years ago, at that time these three people were already well-known in the mainland, although they were not masters of the extreme way, but they were also famous figures, how did they become so obedient within a few days of arriving in the Bloodhoof Tribe?

Not to mention the five high-level magicians and a few magicians who work for the Bloodhoof Tribe, but his three magician apprentices, who do not belong to the princess guard group and are not under the command of Hathaway, why do they obey the orders of a barbarian tribal chieftain?

You must know that after reaching the cultivation of a magician, you will be treated as a guest wherever you go on the mainland.

But in the Bloodhoof Tribe, Donnie didn't feel that the three magicians had received any preferential treatment, but under Allen's mobilization, he didn't send any warriors to protect him and prepared to cast spells, and he was facing tens of thousands of Beamon troops.

However, when the large black bucket flowed liquid, he didn't have the heart to investigate the reason at all, because he sensed an incomparably pure magic essence, which came from the bucket that was more than half a person tall.

Like an old man who had a stroke, Donnie pointed to the big bucket and asked tremblingly, "That... That one.. It won't be ... ”

Hathaway felt that her mentor's current appearance was really detrimental to the prestige of the Holy Order Archmage, so she had no choice but to quietly explain: "Yes, mentor, it is dragon blood, which can instantly restore the magic power in the body." ”

"I know it's dragon's blood, I know it can restore mana, the problem is, the problem is 。。。。。" Donnie didn't say a word for a long time.

Even Nicholas was as blind-eyed as he saw the old king next door hiding in his own kitchen.