"This night is finally over......"

Wang Xiaotian, with messy hair, red eyes, and a haggard look, said how many tribal alliances said the voice of the entire Statu hills, and the corpses were all over the field, and the smell of blood in the sky did not dissipate for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fierce battle lasted for a whole day and night, and the two sides were engaged in the background of long-range bombardment at the beginning of the war.

How long did the bloody battle last, how long did Wang Xiaotian stand at the front, looking at the bloody battlefield, he, the otaku in his previous life, felt the cruelty of the war most directly, although he had already felt it in the previous "frost-shrouded battle", but it was more human nobles who were desperate that time, and this time, looking at the familiar faces falling in a pool of blood, Wang Xiaotian's heart was dripping blood.

"My lord, this wave of enemy attacks has stopped, according to the laws of the battlefield in front of them, at least wait for a while before there will be the next wave of attacks, you can rest for a while. ”

Toure, who was covered in blood, carried his rune blade coagulated with dark black blood, and comforted him with some concern, after all, in Toure's opinion, although Wang Xiaotian was wise, he was too "weak".

"It's okay," waving his hand, Wang Xiaotian glanced at Toure with some emotion, judging from Toure's blood-stained armor and tragic aura, even as the commander of Graystone City, it can be imagined how tragic the war was.

"Let me stand for a while, I can't help you anymore, when it comes to this, all I can do is let the soldiers know that I am still with them!"

Wang Xiaotian's words were full of heaviness, compared to the soldiers who sacrificed their lives, he could indeed do only that.

"Tell the rear, if the front line really can't hold on, fire with all your might, shoot all the ammunition at once, remember all of it, and give this group a big gift! ”

A categorical voice came, Wang Xiaotian's eyes were resolute, to be honest, his mood was heavy at the moment.

Not to mention that just the alliance of two tribes pushed the war to such a tragic point, in Wang Xiaotian's intelligence, at least one top tribe Evan did not appear on the battlefield.

This Evan tribe, known as one of the strongest tribes in the Central Wilderness, gave Wang Xiaotian a lot of pressure, as the so-called "unknown is the most terrifying", after seeing the strength of the alliance of the two tribes, Wang Xiaotian had to stay behind.

What's more critical is that there is also a Winter Wolf King who has not appeared for a long time, you must know that a king who has come out of the deep wilderness is definitely a strong enemy, and the Winter Wolf King who has not yet appeared has made Wang Xiaotian like a mountain pressing on the top.

"My lord, we can fight again!"

Listening to Wang Xiaotian's retreat, the somewhat reckless Baron couldn't help but refute that at this moment, the gold-level Baron was also in an embarrassment, and in the previous war, he and Toure carried almost all the powerhouses on the opposite side.

"That's enough, save a little vitality!

As a last resort, Wang Xiaotian is really reluctant to retreat, but the enemy is too strong, and such a top tribe is almost sacrificing his life to attack, which makes it difficult for Wang Xiaotian to understand, and once Wang Xiaotian withdraws from the Statu Hills, it will be almost impossible to recapture it in the future.

When the gate of the Eastern Wilderness is opened, Wang Xiaotian's Gray Stone City will face the pressure from the depths of the Great Wilderness at any time, according to the law of the Great Wilderness "the more you go inside, the stronger the strength", the strength of the King of the Winter Wolf may be ridiculously strong, and the Gray Stone City established by Wang Xiaotian will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Hey, if the war can drag on for a few more months......"

Wang Xiaotian looked into the distance with an unwilling face, sitting on rune technology, as long as there was enough time, coupled with Wang Xiaotian's trade with human merchants, he was confident that he would turn the tide of the battle at the moment within a few months, and he could turn capital into power with maximum efficiency, which was Wang Xiaotian's biggest role.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in war, and the famous generals who hate the battlefield are no longer known for a moment, accidents and misfortunes are always accompanied by the losers, and heaven and hell are often a little bit different.

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During the short period of battlefield break, the Noximi and Sig tribes on the other side did not have the same heavy mood as Wang Xiaotian.

The six-headed Noximi Behemoth and the mysterious sacrificial mist of the Sig tribe confronted each other silently, seemingly calm as water, but in fact the dark tide was surging, and several figures with thick majesty were engaged in fierce exchanges.

"What's wrong with the Avon tribe? Why can't you get in touch?" said an angry voice.

"We're fighting life and death, where is he Evan tribe?

There was a ruthlessness in the old man's voice, and an old man dressed as a priest was on crutches and scolded in a dissatisfied tone.

"The Evan tribe doesn't know what's going on, but not long ago, the black wind of their tribe crossed ......the border," a voice said faintly, and as soon as the words came out, several voices immediately fell silent.

"Even the Black Wind has been dispatched...... Soler looks like he's in big trouble, and almost all of the Evan tribe has been drained to that damn place, and it seems that we can't count on the Avon tribe. ”

The first voice echoed calmly.

"The blood sacrifice some time ago plus this day and night of bloody battles, we are ready...... We can draw our essence at any time and defeat the conquering king in one fell swoop. The old priest's eyes flashed, and he said in a dark manner.

"Now pull out...... We only have one chance, we have to be cautious, if we fail, once the ghost place riots, I don't know if the heritage of the Evan tribe can be suppressed. The faint voice hesitated.

A few people had another fierce exchange, although they didn't know what they were communicating, but under the sacrificial fog of the Sig tribe, on a strange altar, several orcs were chanting incantations, and a blood-colored breath continued to gather on the altar.

Terrible throbbing came from the altar, the altar that gradually turned red as if it was giving birth to some peerless beast, the void around the altar was distorted, several sacrifices chanted hoarsely, and on the battlefield where rivers of blood flowed, the breath invisible to the naked eye was inexplicably directed to the altar.

The strange fog covered all this, and in the mist, in some hidden corners, the terrifying strong man hibernated, they looked at the blood-colored altar in awe, the strength reached their level, they already understood what the altar was for, and naturally understood how powerful the power it was bringing, that was the true essence of their tribe.