"The Howling Moon Tribe is finished, it's completely finished...... The night before, they raided our sentry camp and set fire to our granaries by unknown means! Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"This morning, those minotaurs are like crazy, and under our pressure, they began to attack our garrison frantically! Their enchanted arrows are like a rainstorm, and they have terrible magic weapons, which directly cut through our camp! The tribesmen fought to the end, but they couldn't hold on, our swords couldn't cut through their armor, but their axes easily split our warriors in half......"

"The blood stained the whole station red, and our good sons fell down one by one like mowing grass, it was so miserable......"

A young werewolf of the Howling Moon cried heartbreakingly, and he pointed to the embarrassed group of refugees behind him, crying aggrieved and angry.

"Our Great Elder, a gold-level powerhouse, was entangled by seven or eight silver-level warriors, all of them used at least second-level enchanted weapons, terrifying magic skills didn't need money to smash up, and what was even more despicable was that there was also a gold-level minotaur who rushed to besiege our Great Elder...... The Great Elder finally rushed out with us with the last bit of fighting energy, and he himself had fallen into a coma. ”

"We're not cowards! We're not bastards! It's just that this battle was so bad, don't you know, the enchanted weapons of the minotaurs don't need to be smashed down like money, have you ever seen arrows whistling like nature's tornadoes, hundreds of them were smashed down, and our garrison was almost moved to the ground!"

A handful of snot and a handful of tears, this proud werewolf's heart was completely hit by the tragedy of the river of blood at this moment.

Especially this werewolf is still the next patriarch of the Xiaoyue tribe, his name is Guta, he is a silver-level warrior at a young age, unlike Ha who uses the secret medicine pile, he is a real silver, in the central wilderness, Guta is a well-known young warrior.

Now, this young werewolf, the battle armor on his body has been cut to pieces, this is thanks to his identity as a young patriarch, and the battle armor is also an enchanted weapon, otherwise he would have been hacked to death. The long sword in his hand was directly missing a few cuts, and his whole body was completely stained red with blood, how tragic and tragic it was.

The blood-red eyes of Guta, who had dull hair and gnashed teeth, were full of hatred, but if you look closely, in the deepest depths of hatred, there is the deepest fear. He was afraid, and when he thought of the overwhelming "Demon Trial" and the terrifying scene of seven or eight god-destroying crossbows roaring at the "Ultimate Hour", he was a little afraid.

"My lord, I'm Harry of the Flame Wolves, and my grandfather was Elder Thorn of the Guardian Alliance!"

Suddenly, a figure burst out of the crowd and fell at Andrew's feet, he hugged Andrew's thigh and wailed.

"I beg you, send me back to the tribe, I have money, I have a lot of treasures! My father and grandfather will give you lots and lots of things! I don't want to stay here, I want to leave here!"

Harry yelled nervously, holding Andrew's hand and not daring to relax, his eyes full of fear, fear, and despair.

He was a pampered young master, and just today, he saw several warriors of the Howling Moon tribe guarding him being hacked to death by expressionless minotaurs in front of him, and the splatters of blood and stunned heads made Harry unforgettable.

Andrew frowned, looking at the blood-stained and broken Ancient Tower, and then at the human-skinned Harry, who looked terrified like a woman, he snorted angrily and kicked Harry away.

"Rubbish!"

Andrew, as a direct subordinate of the Winter Wolf King, is also a branch of the royal family, the rising star of the Winter Wolf Guard, he cares about a mere Harry, and the most despised by the martial orcs is this kind of cowardly and incompetent waste, for Harry, Andrew is disdainful and disgusted, and for the Guta who fought to the end, Andrew also had mixed feelings.

According to what Guta said, they have done their best, and seeing that even the young patriarch Guta is covered in blood, and it is so miserable that Andrew can't ask them much.

It's just that in this way, Andrew's task is afraid that it will be difficult to complete.

"Alas, Guta, don't cry, true warriors dare to face the dismal defeat! Take your people, let's go to the Baker tribe first, wait for me to understand the situation again, and prepare to retake the Statu hills!"

Andrew glanced at the nearby Statu Hills with some murderous looks, and finally sighed a little dejectedly, waved his hand, and signaled the troops to retreat.

"One step away......"

Don't look at what Andrew said very arrogantly, but he knew in his heart that this retreat, perhaps, his mission would fail.

The king of the earth and the conquest opposite him was very different, and after declaring war on the king of the winter wolf, he did not try to reconcile and dodge at the first time, but chose to occupy the active position, which was enough to see that the new king was decisive and decisive, and according to Guta's words, Andrew learned that his enemies had a large number of enchanted weapons, and the terrifying firepower was desperate.

Andrew also felt a headache in the face of such an enemy who occupied the favorable terrain and minimized the maneuver and rush advantage that the Winter Wolf Guard was best at. What's more, they also have countless enchanted weapons.

Andrew had even imagined that when his Winter Wolf Guard charged, their enemies would only need to be bombarded by countless enchanted weapons in the Stathu Hills, and they would be beaten to pieces before they could touch the enemy.

Glancing heavily at the Statu hills, Andrew took a deep breath and left with the big tribe without looking back, heading towards the nearest tribe of Baker.

......

Not far away, on the other side of the Statu hills, Wang Xiaotian was also arranging various fortifications in full swing.

The remnant sun was low, silver and red as blood, standing at the station of the Xiaoyue tribe, facing the sunset where the residual heat was still there, Wang Xiaotian sighed lightly.

In front of him, the stone buildings that used to be made of black stone everywhere were now gone, and under the strategic blow that spared no effort, this place had almost been reduced to ruins. On the ruined stone walls of the Howling Moon Tribe, broken swords and swords were scattered everywhere, and the warriors with ink blades and bloody hooves were packing up the corpses in twos and threes, and on the ground, the dried dark red blood stains exuded a pungent smell of blood.

Looking at this lonely scene, Wang Xiaotian felt very uncomfortable, he didn't want to do this, but there was no way, the winter wolf guard came too quickly. He originally wanted to use milder means to take down the Xiaoyue tribe, but when the battle came to this point, he couldn't retreat, so he had to attack the Xiaoyue tribe.

"Bury those warriors of the Howling Moon Tribe who died in the battle for heroic resistance!"

Waving his hand, Wang Xiaotian said in a low voice, for these soldiers who still refused to retreat from the west until the last moment, Wang Xiaotian could only express his inner regret by burying them.