Under the cover of the shields of the sentinels in front, the warriors of the Storm Tribe carefully completed the assembly and sent the wounded to the rear camp, and some of the brave warriors had already begun to hide behind the fence, drawing their bows to shoot at the opposing coalition forces, but the distance was too far and there was not much success.

After about ten rounds of arrow rain, the falling arrows began to thin and finally stopped, and the coalition forces were already 100 meters away from the camp.

There was no more noise overhead, and Swo swallowed, stealing a glance through the gap in his shield at the coalition forces preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat outside the camp. Then, Swo pushed away the shield guard in front of him, drew his sword, and pointed forward, "Follow me!" The voice sounded a little shaky because of nervousness or excitement.

With that, Swo was the first to rush forward. He clearly knew that he needed to rush to the front to boost morale at this time. Because of the psychological pressure brought about by the confrontation with the big leader, the blow of the rain of spears and arrows just now, the morale of the Storm Tribe camp was crumbling for a while, but fortunately, seeing the leader of Swo taking the lead in the charge, the warriors recovered from the brink of demoralization, and their eyes were blood-red when they witnessed the death of their comrades, and they rushed forward with the ferocity of the tribesmen on the surface. The strong killing intent suddenly erupted, and it seemed that every pore erupted with these murderous aura with blood and battle intent. Everyone is no longer a hunter in the mountains and forests, and at this moment, the beast-like instinct in the human body erupts like a volcano. Thousands of murderous auras twisted together, intertwined into a wave with blood and ferocity, setting off unprecedented heights and entangled in the air. The two teams, two different momentums, each did not back down, colliding together, and even the wind was chaotic.

Riding on a horse, Lexa felt the cool breeze of dawn blowing in front of her, she could feel the smell of moist water vapor and earth in the cool breeze, and she could feel the team below releasing a strong murderous aura and battle intent, which seemed to have spread to every corner. The team is just like when hunting in the past, but it doesn't have such a strong momentum when hunting, after all, when hunting, it is often necessary to control the aura to restrain the momentum, but at this time, on the battlefield, both sides are almost full of momentum. The sound of knives and swords, axes and spears, fists and feet and flesh is endless, and every sound shocks the soul.

The Storm Tribe camp was getting closer and closer, and Lincoln, who was at the forefront, pulled out the sword in his hand and knocked it down, blocking the arrows that were being shot, and with the help of his feet, he jumped in the air and smashed the whole person on a person holding a shield. The person holding the shield probably didn't expect someone to fall from the sky, "Click! After a sound of broken bones, the screams of the people below could not be heard, their necks were crooked, they fell to the ground on their backs, and they suddenly lost their breath. Lincoln's sudden appearance stunned the surrounding enemies. There were at least four or five people around here who were hiding from the rain of arrows, and they didn't expect someone to jump from the sky, and probably didn't expect to encounter such a crazy thing, although they were surprised, they also quickly adjusted, and rushed towards Lincoln with their weapons. Lincoln's long knife was raised horizontally, his back was like a strong bow shot out, and he slashed forward with the long knife, with the ferocity of the first warrior of the Firefox tribe, as if he was going to split the camp, and the fierce momentum made the people around him move slightly.

"Boom!" The person who carried the knife hard, the weapon came out of his hand, and the person flew out directly. Lincoln didn't look at the man and struck into the crowd. The strong and fierce warrior couldn't count how many of his opponents were, he didn't have the time, and at this time, he couldn't be distracted, and all his energy was focused on this fight. Among the tribesmen whose civilization has degenerated, survival is like this, if you don't break through the barriers in front of you, you will face death, primitive and cruel.

On another battlefield, the Grand Commander of Lexa rode his horse as if to turn into a storm, sweeping through his horse, waving his sword, reflecting the snow-white sunlight, and then being masked by the purple-red blood. The Valkyrie riding the horse struck like a swift wind, the long sword pierced the air, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, each of her blows seemed to have a thousand powers, the power was like a hurricane, every sword had someone cut down, and every time the horse collided, someone was knocked out of the battle circle. The swords and axes around him poured down like a torrential rain, and Lexa, who was in the lead, was immersed in a delicate state, all her senses were raised, and she could even clearly feel the movement of the opponent's blade cutting around him, feel the behavior of the opponent's fierce eyes in the next moment, and feel which way the opponent's blade would be slashing. The more she fights, the more proficient she becomes. As a product of the invention of the genius scientist Becca a hundred years ago, Tinder preserves the consciousness of the great commanders of the past, at first, Lexa, who had just defeated all her opponents and became the great commander, only received the knowledge and skills taught by the great commanders of the past generations in her dreams, which is also the reason why she, like Swo, who has never had experience before, can command this battle of 3,000 people with weight. And now, as the battle continues, she gradually integrates the skills that Tinder has passed down to her. Behind the tranquility, there is always blood and killing, which is the most primitive rule. Lexa hates killing, but for the peace and stability of the Twelve Tribes, she has to choose to kill again and again, and this killing is more about revenge and catharsis after losing her loved ones.

Lincoln was followed by other powerful warriors who crossed the wall and joined the war. Blood and carnage spread rapidly, blood stained the dawn red, and the wind blew with a chilling murderous aura. The other creatures around them were far away, fleeing as if they were desperate to escape from this place.

As a well-known warrior near the Stormwind Tribe, the brave Swo led his cronies to slay through the coalition forces in front of him. Standing on a high place, Swo, the leader of the Stormwind Tribe, gasped for breath and stared around with his eyes wide open, as he could see everything in his sight. The tragic loss stimulated his ferocity, and at the same time, his reason gradually faded, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and then he let out a roar: "Kill me!" ”。 Before the sound died down, the Svo people jumped down from a high place and hurried in the direction of the battlefield, bringing up the sound of the wind like a muffled thunderstorm, like a beating war drum. Behind Svo, the other Stormwind warriors followed their leader and slew them back.

No longer considering the gains and losses of victory or defeat, Swo clearly understands that after this battle, the hard-hit Stormwind Tribe has no possibility of rising, and in this game of the twelve major tribes, their Stormwind Tribe has been out. At this moment, he has only one thought in his heart, kill Lexa! Kill that woman! Do you really think that the leaders of other tribes are fools? This great leader, who is bent on managing forces and gathering wanderers, is not satisfied with being the nominal leader of the 12 tribes, she wants to unify the 12 tribes in the true sense! What about the noble black blood chosen by the goddess, labor and management will drag her to hell together! The Storm Tribe is over, and her White Tower City doesn't have a good time!

"Lexar!" , Swo roared and rushed towards her, but was stopped by a spear sticking out diagonally, and Indra, the captain of the Captain of the Guard, held a spear in front of him, "Challenge Lexa? Are you worthy? Your opponent is me! ”

"And me!" Covered in blood, Lincoln slashed at Swar from behind......

To Swo's despair and anger, Lexa didn't look at herself the whole time.

It seemed that he was tired of killing, and it seemed that he saw that the coalition forces had the upper hand, and Lexa rode to the high ground that was separated from the battlefield, and did not participate in the battle again, but just looked at the battlefield ahead.

"Herod~~", the left and right wings of the Storm Tribe appeared at the same time as the figure of a horse warrior, the leader of Anya of the Firefox Tribe led the cavalry to complete the outflanking, and the remnants of the Storm Tribe are already in danger.

"Whew!" Lexa rode past as Svo felt himself fly off the ground, and in his last sight, a somewhat familiar headless corpse slowly fell to the ground......

"Swo is dead, those who descend will not die", before his consciousness dissipated, Swo who heard this sentence was inexplicably a little relieved, at least the Storm Tribe could be saved......