Looking at the tragic battlefield in the distance, the corners of Wang Xiaotian's eyes kept beating. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Where is this fighting! The group of orcs on the other side is purely sending them to death. This is like the "queue to shoot" when gunpowder first appeared in later generations, this world has the existence of magicians, and there should be a concept of heavy firepower, but this group of orcs still continues to attack the camp with a touch of tragedy, which is difficult for Wang Xiaotian to understand.

"What's wrong with these orcs, looking at their appearance, it doesn't look like they've been controlled by some bloodthirsty technique!" Wang Xiaotian asked with a hint of doubt and a hint of shock.

The battlefield in the distance was indeed tragic, and the orcs on the opposite side charged forward with bone shields or iron shields, and in the face of the whistling rain of arrows, these shields could not protect them, although they knew that there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of them, this group of orcs still charged as always.

What puzzled Wang Xiaotian the most was that this kind of meaningless war of attrition had been fought so far, and the orcs on the opposite side had not dispatched any special troops, at most, some silver powerhouses had come up and were killed by cannons.

"I don't know, these people are crazy," Clay smacked his mouth, not knowing how to explain it.

And in the place where Wang Xiaotian couldn't see, a group of mysterious orc sacrifices covered with strange veins were holding some strange rituals, and every orc who sacrificed on the battlefield, the blood and essence they exuded were gathered together through this group of strange altars.

"Blood sacrifice?"

In a corner of the Startu hills, Daddy looked at the tragic battlefield and shook his head with some emotion.

"In the Great Wilderness, there are some demonic beast communities, when they are cornered by the hunters, they will choose to sacrifice part of the tribe in exchange for the continuation of the tribe, although the process is very bloody, but this is the way to survive in the Great Wilderness......"

Daddy's voice was desolate and helpless, and he glanced at the place where the mysterious sacrifices were located.

"Tsk, it's really a big deal, the blood sacrifices of dozens of tribes, piles of corpses, I'm afraid that I will kill until I am soft," Daddy's voice slowly faded into the darkness, and his words echoed faintly in the shadows, "Hehe, it's really cautious, there are actually four golden guards near the altar, hmm...... There are two old guys over there who are about to enter the path of indomitability...... It's hard, little Kyle, some of you have to fight!"

"Hehe, old Wren, we don't care so much, you can swing around if you want! My knife can't be unsheathed yet, my knife is waiting for that despicable Soler!"

On the other side, in the dark shadows, the same old voice echoed, and the voice seemed to be very familiar with Daddy, probably an old fellow.

Unbeknownst to Wang Xiaotian, while they were slaughtering, Kyle's adoptive father, the lame father, lingered around the mysterious altar for a long time before finally slowly retreating.

By the time the sun was scattered across the land after this eerie massacre, which had lasted for a day and a night, the follow-up troops on both sides had arrived.

When the first rays of dawn shone brightly, the people on the side of the Greystone camp who had experienced a day and a night of slaughter were a little shocked.

Under the frantic increase of the orc army regardless of losses, even the bloodhoof heavy armor troops who attacked to clean up the corpses were numb, and they fought to the end, just mechanically waving the rune blades in their hands, and the crossbowmen on the camp tent didn't even need to aim in the end, as long as they fired a volley at the crowd, the ones who brushed the brush would fall in a row.

It is hard to imagine that before the curtain of the Battle of Statu was opened, such a tentative first battle was fought so tragically.

"The Inkblade Force and the New Weapons Unit have arrived in Stathu!"

When Kereh's light cavalry saw the arrival of the convoy escorted by the ink blade from a distance, Wang Xiaotian's heart could drop slightly.

"Tell Toure to arrange the new weapons for me at once! The enemy probably won't give us a chance to breathe, and seeing that their initial temptations are all fucking miserable, I think it's going to be a tough battle next! Don't be overturned by his pawns without seeing the King of the Winter Wolves!"

Wang Xiaotian scolded and said.

When the first batch of inkblade troops and new weapons arrived, without the slightest trimming, a group of goblins with a group of rough soldiers began to nervously haunt the Stattu camp.

At present, under Wang Xiaotian's hands, the ink blade and blood hoof can be called elite, these are the first two troops to be formed, and at the same time, this is also the army that Wang Xiaotian has completely realized the initial rune armament.

Like Inkblade, their scouts include the Darkfire Scout Team equipped with the Darkfire suit, as well as Bill, one of the Three Heroes of Inkblade, who leads the Rune Team, and in terms of warriors, Red's Wild Bite is a special suit, and his soldiers are also equipped with loose rune weapons, and in terms of marksmen, Tucci, the owner of "The Last Whisper", and the marksman team of "Red Hurricane......

It can be said that when the ink blade arrived in Statu, Wang Xiaotian had a trace of confidence in his hands, even if it was placed in a war meat grinder like the Northland, the ink blade was considered elite.

And the bloody hoof...... The point that best reflects their strength is that they have basically achieved bronze training in the "Brilliant Arena", which means that Bloodhoof is a team of pure professionals, and the tough Minotaurs are armed with various sharp runes, not to mention their combat power.

"Time...... I didn't expect the war to come so quickly!" Wang Xiaotian sighed secretly in his heart, looking at the hurried camp, he still had some regret in his heart.

After early spring, they reached a trade deal with most of the human merchants in Greystone, and obtained a large amount of gold and food.

As long as there is enough time, Wang Xiaotian is sure to convert these gold coins into rune combat power, at least he can realize the rune culture of the whole army for the tribal alliance of more than 7,000 people!

And with a little more time, he can even bring the elite of the Seven Thousand Tribal Alliance into the "Arena of Glory" and create a batch of bronze warriors.

It's a pity that time doesn't wait for me!" Wang Xiaotian sighed silently.

On the other side, there was also a lot of commotion in the Central Wilderness.

First, Kyle used the cannon unit to inflict a severe blow on the vanguard tribe of the Noximi tribe, and this terrible firepower greatly shocked the nearby tribal scouts at the time, and the news soon spread to several tribes in the central region.

Rumble Cannon: The preliminary model of the rune cannon is the relatively old cannon in the Rune Continent, and the "Merlin Gunner" among the yodelers uses this ancient cannon, the pitch-black cannon barrel is made of special rune steel, and only the barrel of this characteristic can withstand the terrible explosive power of the rune cannonball.

This is a small cannon that can be easily carried by orcs, the pitch-black barrel is attached with a variety of strange runes, the back of the barrel is a metal handshake, and a cannonball loading port, lightweight, cheap is its biggest feature, only need to attach a few "destruction", "physical penetration" related rune stones can be made.

The approximate cost is about fifty gold coins, and the most important thing about the rumbling primitive cannon is its barrel, which is indeed cheap in other aspects, so Wang Xiaotian thought of forming such a cost-effective unit at the first moment of winter.