"If you make them surrender, I promise you in the name of the family that I will not kill you, and I will even heal your back wound.

The medical level of the temple should be much better than that of your grassland, and you have every chance to try it. ”

Devil, he must be the devil.

The little courage that Dang Sen had just made up his mind to seek his full name was instantly shattered by these fluttering words, and he could no longer gather it.

On the one hand, he died senselessly, in this reckless mountain that was not many kilometers away from his hometown prairie, rotting like a piece of stinky meat, becoming the meat of wild beasts, and finally turning into a handful of fertile soil, allowing unknown weeds to grow more vigorously in the coming year.

On the one hand, they will continue to live, even if they live without dignity, but they can live healthily, continue to breathe this fresh air, and perhaps one day return to the grassland in their lifetime.

The two diametrically opposed endings collided violently in his mind, and the last time he faced such a tangled dilemma was the moment when he bought Ah Xun to poison his two-year-old brother's potion.

Dang Sen's will to survive has never been stronger, as long as he does not die, his flame of life in the Hall of Eternal Life will not be extinguished, and his five-year-old half-brother will need to go through a series of cruel tests and rituals if he wants to inherit the throne in the future.

He almost blurted out the words he wanted to ask forgiveness, but he stopped, for he didn't know if he could trust the knight or how he could guarantee that he would.

Looking at the steppe people below who were resisting weaker and weaker, Philip suddenly heard a somewhat strange common word of the road, which came from the stinky meat below.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you? Shouldn't you tell us who you are?"

"The Great Prince of the Holy Beast Tribe, Dang Sen. ”

"Philip O. Snape, the fourth in line to the Lion family in Gokan City, Brad the Lion is my biological grandfather.

So, what I say is a kind of guarantee. ”

Dang Sen instantly believed that the other party's skills, conversation, appearance, and even the legendary unicorn mount all showed the other party's noble identity.

It is impossible for a nobleman of this status to lie about the family's reputation.

"Can it really heal my wounds?" he was a little unsure, because his legs were cold and numb, and no matter how hard he tried, he didn't react at all.

"Of course, I have a sense of proportion. It may not be possible to walk as fast as before, but it is still okay to walk slowly on your own, and your awakening level should not be low, and your recovery ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. ”

Dang Sen closed his eyes, leaving him not much to choose, and every word of this devil tilted the balance in his heart to the other side.

Philip waited for a long time, and from the moment the coward spoke, he knew that sooner or later the other party would give in.

Without the slightest intention of looking down on the other party, before the moment when the sword and axe were facing the test of life and death, no one knew whether they were real warriors or not.

And the more noble the person, the more afraid of death, including himself.

Dang Sen opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "Just let them surrender?"

Philip smiled, the two of them didn't talk loudly, they were 500 meters above the ground at the moment, and it was impossible to hear the specific content below.

Dang Sen was waiting for an answer, and he could see that with his arrest, the resistance of the fighters below was getting weaker and weaker, and the fighting spirit was crumbling little by little.

If it continues, his use value will become smaller and smaller, and who knows if the devil above will change his mind.

Just then, he suddenly heard the clear voice say, "I've changed my mind!"

"You don't keep your word!" Dang Sen shouted angrily.

"No, don't get me wrong. Our deal has been set up and this is not going to change.

I didn't mean this when I changed my mind. ”

Dang Sen was visibly relieved, he felt what despair was at that moment just now.

"I don't need them to surrender, order your subordinates to retreat, the whole army to retreat, run as fast as possible, and retreat to Hongyue Pass for me. ”

"Do you want to disperse Daxun's army?" I have to say that although Dang Sen was cowardly, he was very smart, and he instantly figured out the other party's intentions.

Even if the subordinates below surrendered, he didn't have enough time and manpower to manage them, and letting these people rout was simply an extra 100,000 charging army, which was extremely ruthless.

"No, no, Daxun is the incarnation of the god Langdo, if he collides with his holy car, it is a great crime to exterminate the race. Dang Sen resisted incoherently.

Philip pursed the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly, and said: "If he dies, he won't, if he doesn't die, it will be you and your people who will die."

Minger told you to stay here, and you thought he was taking care of you?

For me, there is no point in killing you, if you are obedient, I will even consider sparing these people of yours, and maybe one day you can return to the grassland and fight for your place.

If your status is really that honorable. ”

"Daxun will not die. Dangshen's eyes were black, and his whole body was trembling.

"Yes, everyone in this world will die, and he is no exception. Think about it, you're a smart person and should be able to make the right decisions. ”

The devil, the devil, he's a devil.

Dang Sen muttered to himself, but before a minute, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you lie to me, even if I die, I won't let you go." ”

Then he shouted at the bottom: "Warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe, listen to my orders and retreat. ”

Looking at the steppe warriors who were a little confused, he continued to shout: "Leave me alone, retreat, run back, the god Rondo will bless me." ”

Obviously he played a little clever and left himself leeway, but Philip didn't care, as long as these steppe people began to break and flee, the end was doomed.

No one can stop the 100,000 defeated army from fleeing, not even gods.

The steppe warriors, who were already at a loss for what to do in the sky, gradually stopped resisting and began to retreat.

At Philip's signal, Bruce and the others chased after them, not emphasizing killing, but dispersing, dispersing, and letting the panic drive the group of steppe people to run for their lives.

Dang Sen's order only affected the steppe warriors in front, and those behind were still crowded forward in a daze, but suddenly found that the comrades in front of them suddenly stirred, and then collapsed backwards like a reversed wave.

As long as Philip opened the head, he asked Murphy and the warriors of the Rimbo tribe to shout in unison in the steppe language: "The eldest prince has been arrested!"

"Defeated at the front!"

"Run! Ward's coming. ”

In the blink of an eye, the already somewhat uneasy military spirit completely collapsed, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of people...... A massive rout began.

A rout of 100,000 people is a very terrible thing, especially in such a limited space, fear and panic can make the warrior become a coward, the wise man stupid, and the gentle person into a vicious and vicious person.

The people in the back were still squeezing forward, but the people in front were running backwards, and the officers at all levels could control only a handful of people around them, and everyone was in a mess.

From time to time, rows of men and beasts fell, like a wave in a great tide, and soon this wave was drowned by the more turbulent tide, and no trace could be seen.

At least two or three thousand people were trampled to death in this way, and fell silently in the course of the rout.

There are also people who pull out their scimitars and slash at their comrades in front, just to make themselves faster and can't outrun the enemy, as long as they run past their comrades.

Bruce and Chand chased after them, their armor and weapons almost covered with sticky blood, unrecognizable pieces of flesh and slurry stuffed with heavy boots, and they walked with a grunt.

Later, when they were all tired of killing, this kind of unresisting enemy was tasteless to kill, just mechanically following behind, looking at the corpses all over the ground.

They looked at the silver figure in the sky, looked at each other, and didn't know how to describe how they felt inside.

It was another 200,000 people, and it was not even an hour and a half, and the sky was still bright, so it was a dramatic rout.

Even the speed of the steppe people's rout and escape made them unable to catch up with them who could only rely on their legs to chase after them in armor, so they could only kill the steppe people who fell behind, but they soon seemed to lose interest.

However, the warriors of the Lubo clan liked it very much, and they called it a quick and ruthless attack.

Seven or eight kilometers is not a long distance, and soon you see the campsite of Minger Base Camp.

Even if the horns were blown in the camp, and the horses and spears were erected, it still did not stop the spirit-numbed rout.

They shouted to move away from the horses and open the gates of the camp, but the steppe people on the other side turned a deaf ear to this, and only blew their trumpets to order them to stop.

The security of the barracks made the people in front of them subconsciously want to slow down, but the people behind were still frantically crowding forward, and the eldest prince of his tribe could still be heard screaming in despair overhead.

The steppe people in the front row finally bumped into the wooden horses, some were pierced through the chest, some were trying to get into the gap in the middle, and everyone was shouting to open the camp gate, they wanted to enter.

However, behind the camp wall made of logs was not the warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe, but the army of the Mirror Lake Tribe, the second largest in the southern grasslands, and their little prince Tanlu was standing on the wall at the moment, pointing at this side.

"Open the gates!"

A hoarse cry rang out in front of the camp gate, and the warriors of the arrogant Holy Beast Tribe never imagined that one day they would be so humble in begging others.

And the object of the invocation is none other than their former enemy.

But what greeted them was not rescue, not opening the camp gates, and not persuasion, but merciless slaughter.

Tan Lu, the little prince of the Mirror Lake tribe, was the only aristocratic survivor of the battle on the river beach a few days ago, and if he hadn't been slightly injured and was the first to be sent across the river by his own guards, he would have become a pile of broken stinky meat like the other two of his kind.