According to Leo's idea, it is best to summon a legion with powerful surprise attack capabilities, take advantage of the chaos of the orc's hasty withdrawal to attack, destroy these orc reinforcements in one fell swoop, and relieve the pressure on the Dawning Fortress. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, Leo's heart was still slightly dissatisfied with Prince Grantham's conservative tactics, the Holy Griffin Empire was obviously famous for its fierce knight legions, but now it was stationed in such a dawn fortress, and he made himself so passive. Therefore, Leo planned to summon a legion of his own, use guerrilla tactics to fight those orcs, constantly consume the living strength of the orcs, and try to weaken the strength of the orc empire.

If Leo could tell Prince Grantham what he thought in person, then Prince Grantham would definitely tell Leo with a wry smile that the orcs were far superior to humans in terms of physical fitness and talent, and that this wasteland was as familiar to the orcs as their backyard, and no matter how strong the human cavalry was, they would not be able to fight with the orcs here.

Communication is often the best means to eliminate contradictions and misunderstandings. Unfortunately, many people don't know how to communicate with others, adding a lot of unnecessary misunderstandings and contradictions to their lives.

Leo calculated all his current god pleasure points, in addition to the original 10,000 points, the destroyed Eight Banners Legion alone brought him nearly 20,000 points, although he summoned more than a dozen bipedal wyverns, but these bipedal wyverns also brought Leo a large number of god pleasure points in the battle with the eagle man. Even if you don't count the pleasure points that are still growing now, Leo still has nearly 30,000 points in his hand, which is enough for Leo to summon.

A smile appeared on his handsome face, Leo was very satisfied with the gains he had gained from traveling thousands of miles to the frontier to participate in this war, and if he could successfully complete this epic battle, he estimated that his godly pleasure would be enough to summon a legion that swept across the entire continent.

But the most important thing now is to be able to summon a powerful army to kill the orcs while they are in chaos. Leo no longer hesitated, and immediately silently said in his heart: Summoning the Legion!

When the huge roulette wheel in the Arena of the Gods stopped, Leo saw a phantom of a cavalryman wearing a long feathered fur hat and a leather robe bent bow and shooting arrows. Leo keenly noticed that the outline of the figure's face was slightly flattened, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to the ancient Hun figures restored by the previous archaeological college.

"Could it be the Hun cavalry? This is a powerful army that conquered most of the steppes of Eurasia in ancient times, and the Huns also established the Xiongnu Empire, which was once prosperous. If it's really a Hun cavalry, then it's perfect!" Leo felt a hint of joy and anticipation in his heart.

Soon, a hint from the Arena of the Gods followed: congratulations to the host for drawing the right part of the Huns, the legion is fully organized to 50,000 horses, and due to the summoning restrictions, the host can only get 10,000 horses. It is really the Hun cavalry, although it is only one-fifth of the right part of the Huns, but 10,000 Hun cavalry is also a strength that should not be underestimated.

However, in addition to the joy, Leo had a faint terrifying thought in his heart: almost every time he summoned a legion that was very suitable for Leo's current situation, could it be that those gods really had to pay attention to him all the time? Did they really give themselves so much help in vain just because they were bored? What did they want to achieve through themselves?

Leo didn't dare to declare these thoughts, and could only bury them deep in his heart, but his heart was like being pressed against a boulder, making him feel a little breathless, and a dark cloud kept lingering in his mind.

Now the gods are swordsmen, he is just a fish lying on the chopping board, just a pawn for the entertainment of the gods, he has no choice at all. Leo didn't even dare to take off the Arena of the Gods pendant on his chest, for fear that if the gods thought he had the intention of getting out of control, they would kill him alive.

The more he enjoyed the magic brought by the Arena of the Gods, the more Leo was filled with awe and fear of this Arena of the Gods. The Arena of the Gods is no longer his hole cards in the Otherworld, but more like a shackle that shackles him, allowing him to live in the shadow of the gods at all times.

Leo's face twitched a few times, and he barely made a wry smile, the joy brought by the Hun cavalry had already been driven out of the clouds by his speculation. But no matter what he thought, at least now the Arena of the Gods is still his reliance on providing a place to live, and the current Leo is completely unable to get rid of the Arena of the Gods.

Outside the fortress, those pig and dog orcs retreated in groups to their own tribe's main formation, but their retreat speed was not fast, if it weren't for the sound of the horn of retreat in the rear, they would have immediately gone up to break the high wall of the human race, slaughter the weak humans inside, and loot and loot along the way.

Legend has been passed down for thousands of years in the Orc Empire that humans are the best slaves of the Orcs, and they always like to collect valuable things to hide at home, as long as they kill them, those treasures will be taken for them. Such legends continue to inspire generations of orcs, making them always aggressive and aggressive towards humans.

Unlike those pigmen and canines who were dissatisfied, the Swordhorn clan, which had suffered heavy losses, immediately jumped and quickly evacuated after hearing the sound of the horn, becoming the first racial legion to regroup.

Just when the orcs were grinning that humans would never dare to pursue, a thunderous sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar.

"Hmph! These centaurs are so hateful, they didn't show up when they should have appeared, and now that the battle is over, they are so cunning!" Pig Leader Drew Blackhoof grumbled.

The Dogland Chief, Doug Greypaw, pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sound of hooves, as if sensing something different, and he glanced at Moro Sharp Horn, the leader of the Antelope Clan, in surprise, and saw the same look of surprise in the other man's eyes.

"Oh no! That's not the Centaur Army, gather the children to line up and get ready for battle!" Doug Greypaw immediately realized that something was unusual, whether the other side was friend or foe, he had to prepare for battle anyway.

"Hmph, what are you so nervous about?Do humans still dare to chase it out?If that's the case, Uncle Drew will let them taste the power of our pig clan!" Drew Blackhoof said with a nonchalant look on his face.