The winter morning was slightly white mist, hazy as a veil, and after a night of fire, the sentinel camp of the Howling Moon Tribe was now full of holes, and the smell of burning permeated the entire camp for a long time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"My lord, the statistics have come out, and there are more than 700 enemy corpses that have been searched so far, and the captain-level enemies should all have died in assassination! More than 5,000 gold coins have been seized and found, and countless winter supplies have been found. ”

A Inkblade squad leader was reporting to Wang Xiaotian the results of last night's battle.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian has not slept all night, his eyes are slightly red, his clothes are a little scattered, the whole person is slightly tired, he is standing on the ruins of a camp, looking at the Xiaoyue main village in the distance, he is standing with his back to his back with a solemn expression, the ruins around him are everywhere, the enemy's blood is solidified and dried up, and his soldiers are respectfully reporting the results of the battle, under the mist of this early morning, Wang Xiaotian looks so conspicuous.

"What I want to know most now is on the mountain, where was the Xiaoyue tribe on fire last night!" Wang Xiaotian's face was still solemn, and he didn't see the joy of winning the battle, after a long time, he turned around and said to the team leader: "Where is our strategic weapon tribe in Gray Rock City? Let them have to reach the Startu Hills for me today!"

Wang Xiaotian looked at the figure of the team leader leaving in a hurry, and turned around to look at the main village with a solemn face.

In last night's battle, Wang Xiaotian not only arranged for the Dark Fire Scout to surprise attack the Sentinel Camp and create chaos, but he had only one most important arrangement for the Dark Fire - to burn the material reserves of the Xiaoyue Tribe!

This morning's statistics found that there was no young Master Harry in the sentry camp, which means that he was probably taken to the mountain, and the dark fire that followed was also estimated to have mixed into the main village of Xiaoyue.

It was true that the mountain was on fire last night, but there was still no news coming back, and their people couldn't go up the mountain, and the scouts on the mountain probably couldn't come out at this time, which made him very anxious.

This is already a critical point in time, once the winter reserves of the Howling Moon Tribe are burned, then they will only have a dead end in the mountains, and it is only a matter of time before they break through the Howling Moon Tribe, and if it is not burned, as long as the Howling Moon Tribe shrinks up the mountain, and the Graystone Alliance is consumed, and as soon as the troops of the Winter Wolf King arrive, the Graystone Alliance will face a situation of being flanked back and forth.

This is not why Wang Xiaotian is not anxious, although he has sent a large number of scouts to the side of the Startu Hill to reconnoitre, once there is a wind and grass he can leave to know, but this is not a long-term solution after all.

In this anxious mood, Wang Xiaotian spent an early morning, and just as he was tired and found a fairly complete house to sleep, there was movement outside.

The people of the Howling Moon Tribe are storming the Bloodhoof's defenses!

Hearing the news, Wang Xiaotian immediately perked up, and couldn't wait to rush out of the lounge, and asked as he ran: "How many enemies are there?"

"The number of enemies is about 500, it should be a tentative attack, and the two sides are currently facing each other at the front. The soldier immediately reciprocated.

The anxious Wang Xiaotian calmed down at the moment, he was not afraid of the Xiaoyue tribe attacking the defense line, what he was afraid of was that he would not impact, if he kept shrinking, then Wang Xiaotian would be in a dilemma.

"Where did you come from!Dare to offend the Howling Moon Tribe, don't you know that we are the subordinates of the Winter Wolf King?" When Wang Xiaotian arrived, he saw a young werewolf with gray and black hair roaring angrily.

And behind this werewolf is a werewolf guard of about five hundred people, hidden behind the Bloodhoof Army, Wang Xiaotian carefully looked at this team, these werewolves are wearing light armor, wearing helmets, and the sword blades in their hands are engraved with strange magic patterns flashing coldly, and most importantly, Wang Xiaotian noticed that behind these werewolf guards, a team of werewolf crossbowmen were holding longbows that exuded magic fluctuations.

This is a well-equipped orc army equipped with enchanted weapons, Wang Xiaotian judged in his heart.

"We belong to the king of the earth and conquest, not long ago the king of the winter wolf has declared war with our king, you have been surrounded, I advise you to lay down your arms and surrender!"

Behind the steel line formed by the bloodhoof, Baron shouted in a deep voice.

"That kid over there, I see that your movements and posture are obviously a group of cavalry, hahaha, the Howling Moon Cavalry has actually abandoned your wolf and become infantry at this moment, what capital do you have to attack our defense line, you better surrender! This is the battle of the coronation, I believe the king will not embarrass you. ”

Listening to Balon's shout, Wang Xiaotian was stunned, he suddenly remembered that the Xiaoyue tribe, named after Xiaoyue, is actually a subsidiary tribe of the King of Winter Wolves, and the best cavalry wolf pack tactics in the clan, the Xiaoyue Cavalry used to be a well-known cavalry team among the orcs, and it was this powerful wolf cavalry that the King of the Winter Wolf would give the Startu Hills to the Xiaoyue tribe.

At this moment, the Bloodhoof Army surrounded the Howling Moon Tribe, this short mountain road, neither the terrain nor the distance was enough for the Howling Moon Cavalry to charge, in this case, the strong cavalry did not dismount hand-to-hand combat.

"Despicable Minotaurs, you dare to underestimate the bravery of my Howling Moon Tribe! Attack, attack me!" After a while, the young werewolf's face turned red and he shouted angrily.

Kill!

The sound of killing shook the sky, and although the five hundred Howling Moon Cavalry dismounted, the momentum of the charge was not comparable to that of ordinary troops.

In the face of the five hundred werewolves who charged, Balon laughed and said in a low voice: "Prepare for throwing axes! Prepare for throwing guns! Crossbowmen! Don't take prisoners, kill me!"

Whoosh!

The first row of minotaurs with heavy shields retreated left and right, making way for a gap, and then, an overwhelming rain of arrows and throwing axes blasted towards the charging werewolves.

By the time the attack fell, the five-hundred-strong team had almost half of the Bloodhoof's heavily armored defenses removed.

At the same time, the shooter behind the young werewolf also suppressed it with long-range fire, and the whistling magic arrows rushed towards the warriors in the front row of the Bloodhoof Army.

What is desperate is that the warrior of the Bloodhoof Army just raised his shield, raised the giant shield in his hand, and easily blocked this wave of arrows, and to the young werewolf's stunned, some arrows finally hit the Bloodhoof warrior, but the terrifying rune armor flashed the rune brilliance, and the arrow was blocked.

"Second wave of attacks, prepare!

"Retreat!"

With a blue face, the young werewolf gritted his teeth and ordered, in the face of such a slaughter like cutting leeks, such a charge was just in vain, and he glanced at the bloodhoof army below with hatred, and the young werewolf's mood was heavy.

These full-body armor-clad minotaurs looked like steel monsters from afar, and most importantly, even if the Howling Moon warriors approached the defensive line, the young werewolves believed that even if they could break through this defense, they would suffer heavy losses.

Looking at the embarrassed evacuation of the Howling Moon Warriors, Wang Xiaotian thought for a moment, maybe his plan was successful, and the Scouts of the Dark Fire succeeded in burning their food stocks, otherwise they wouldn't have even sent out the Howling Moon Cavalry.