Chapter 137: Bring a friend to give some gifts

The entrance to the city is narrow and built according to the mountain valley, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

As the throat barrier of the beast clan in the east, it has a unique geographical advantage, even if the human army swept the beast clan three times, they all died under the city of Smai.

Fifty years ago, the city was built and has never been breached.

The Golden Retriever was well aware of the advantages of Smyew City, and even more aware that the advantage of the Mammoth Corpse Chariot was in the flat wasteland, not in this kind of mountain city.

He only had 300 Rhine warriors, and the idea of attacking the city was undoubtedly a dream.

All of the Smai strongholds in the wasteland have now been cleared.

He didn't attack, but he wanted to make Smai never dare to step into the wasteland at will.

Three hundred Rhine warriors appeared in front of the corpse chariot with sharp knives.

At the narrow gate of Smyew City, Pig's heavily armored soldiers carried three-pronged spears and black iron round shields on their backs, shouting loud slogans and swarming out.

Golden Retriever Rhine's expression has never changed, and tens of thousands of Pigs are just a group of rookies in his eyes.

He wants to show Smai, who is obsessed with building a Pigg army, what a real warrior looks like.

"Charge!", Golden Retriever Rhine calmly pointed forward, and the three hundred Rhine warriors behind him marched forward step by step.

Walking forward, it was like a giant Rhine slamming on the ground.

Pig has heavy armor and a round shield, but he has not yet touched the ice edge, and has shown his timidity.

Although it was still crowded forward, it was slow.

Li Zhen stayed at the farthest distance, knowing in his heart that these Pigs had been defeated.

They didn't have the rhythm to fight at all, and although the Rhine was only three hundred, it seemed to have tens of thousands of legions.

Kill!

The sound was like thunder, and the huge broad-backed long knife with a slanted shadow slashed horizontally at the front of the round shield.

For!

The collision of steel and steel, the round shield was intact, but the Pig warrior under the round shield sat directly on the ground with a butt, and the round shield was scattered, buzzing and shaking.

Burst!

A line of blood pierced through the light curtain on the wasteland.

Kill, kill, kill!

The Rhine warriors roared loudly, like an infusion of divine power, and raised their swords in unison, and together they moved forward, slashing and kicking, like a flood, and rushed into the Pig's army.

Touch!

The bright red blood with a terrible howl made the city of Smye, which had just passed the 50th anniversary celebration, have a touch of war.

With each slash, there was a long roar from the sky, and the rumbling roar seemed to swear the hegemony of these Rhine.

Royal family!

Orc warriors!

Li Zhen was secretly stunned, he finally understood why the other party was able to become the Thirteen Bandits of the Wasteland.

After these Rhines faded from the apparent tranquility, they completely turned into killing demons, even regardless of whether the enemy in front of them was an orc or not.

With one sword, just one sword, a glossy Pig head will roll down the wasteland.

Blood flowed on the ground, dry blood stains shining in the sunlight.

Tens of thousands of pigs, as the Golden Retriever Rhine said, are just a bunch of papier-mâché things.

The round shield was scattered on the ground without the slightest damage, and the spear returned to its original shape after bending, and the cold light on the blade was clear to the bone.

Nolan didn't have the slightest discount on armaments, and now they were all scattered at the gates of the city.

Pige is weak and has been tested by two dynasties.

They simply can't be real slashing fighters, unless they're cannon fodder.

Now Lao Li finally understands why the Orcs will divide Pigs into the camp of daring death.

Pig retreated, or rather, he fled for his life, scattering his weapons and running desperately towards the gates.

For these fierce Rhine warriors, there is no courage to fight at all.

With a single roar, he was frightened and poured back into the fortified fortress like a wild bee.

The composure in the Golden Retriever's eyes had never changed, it seemed to him that this was not a battle at all, and his blood was not yet boiling.

But the purpose has been achieved.

The group of Smai stopped thinking about stepping into the wasteland half a step.

He wants to firmly control everything in the west of the wasteland, which is the basis for him to divide the interests from Li Zhenshu.

The arm of the Rhine warrior was bleeding, but his expression did not change, and as a qualified warrior, the bleeding was only a minor injury.

The losses are minimal, so to speak, almost nothing.

Nolan stood at the top of Smyew City, looking at the blonde-haired Rhine from afar, and the hard-working Pigg Army collapsed in an instant.

This was something she had never expected, and she thought that with her armor and weapons, she would be able to bring this delicate race to life.

It seems that she was wrong!

Pigs are born with inferior roots, they can't be warriors at all, and they have the physique and strength to be coolies by nature.

That Rhine is very majestic!

Nolan was a little envious, and he was very disappointed in his heart, without the protection of the warriors, even if Smai could produce more sacrifices, he would not be able to run rampant in the beast clan.

This confrontation meant that Smai completely lost control of the wasteland.

Very unwilling, but there was no way, her eyes gradually fell on the heavy armored chariots that looked like Tiffin giant elephants in the distance, and she faintly felt a hint of something wrong.

"Your Excellency Nolan, on behalf of my friend, I would like to give Smye City a great gift!"

As the voice of the Golden Retriever fell, the long nose of the mammoth chariot straightened forward, poof, poof, poof!

Black projectiles rained down on the top of Smyer.

"Attack!", a hint of surprise flashed in Nolan's eyes, these Rhines really wanted to attack Smyew City.

But soon it felt that something was wrong, and these black projectiles fell directly on the city wall of Smai, and did not explode, but cracked into more than a dozen mud spots.

Even if the attack is on Pig, it only carries a slight impact, and it is not fatal.

What is it?

Black bubbles bubble out of the mud spots, a few differentiated.

"What is this?", Nolan was about to ask, and in an instant, a billowing stench came from the wall, a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Gift!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of black mud pellets crossed the wide city wall and landed directly on the shops, ground, and even Nolan's mansion in Smai City.

Stench.

The foul smell spreads like fermented sudge.

The soldiers on the city wall vomited in nausea, and several Smai choked on the stench.

Nolan's expression was pale, this was not an invasion at all.

Humiliate!

Who the hell is going to attack Smye City so nakedly.

This taste!

Nolan suddenly thought, the black mud lake, those earthworms.

Li Zhenshu, that abominable dark human!

After a few thoughts, the stench around her roared, and countless black mud pellets fell from the sky.

Conspiracy!

Li Zhenshu's conspiracy!

Nolan understood that it was all the work of the dark humans, how could those huge mammoth chariots appear on the wasteland for no reason.

Except for Li Zhenshu, who else has such a study of corpses.

Without his support, how would Golden Retriever Rhine dare to attack the No. 1 transit station.

Agreement?

She didn't expect Li Zhenshu's revenge to be so quick and direct, leaving no room for anything.

She knew Li Zhenshu's personality, that person would never dare to offend her, and behind her was a powerful beast clan.

Encroach on wasteland resources, establish their own strongholds, and even openly demand half of the market's profits.

In her opinion, there will never be a problem.

Looking at the stench around him and the invective of the merchants, Smye City will immediately become the laughing stock of the wasteland.

No city-state has ever been baptized by this rancid smell.

Nolan looked at the sky quietly, her eyes had never been so clear.

There was not a hint of anger in sight.

"Maybe we've been silent for too long!", Nolan said quietly, his voice audible only to him.