Just when Wang Xu and Nilou flew down the mountain from the mountain to the pale green undead bat summoned by Zana, walking through the pale green bushes, hiding their figures. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Baker and Rebecca on the top of the mountain, according to Wang Xu's instructions, ordered their subordinates to raise the flags of their respective families, and in less than a minute, the top of the low mountain, which stretched for one kilometer, was all covered with blood-red flags.

Now, there was no need for spies to inform them, and the centaur warriors who had camped outside the dry gate northeast of Iris City all saw that the low hill covered with blood-red banners was two kilometers to the southeast.

The leader of the more than 10,000 centaur warriors, the centaur general Shappel, looked indifferently at the countless and waving red flags on the low mountain in the distance, and after looking at it for a minute, he asked a staff member beside him in a deep voice: "How many people are there on the mountain?"

After observing it repeatedly, and then counting it secretly in his heart, the staff replied in a deep voice: "About seven or eight thousand." ”

"Whose army is that, Silas?" Sharpeur frowned slightly, continued to look at the low mountain with the red flag waving, and asked the staff in a deep voice.

"That's impossible, our spies have been observing the situation of the Silas Legion," the staff shook his head and said, "The Silas Legion has crossed the Hizna River in the north, and it is at least five days' journey here, even if they travel overnight, they can't come back in three days, even if they can come back in three days, then, in that case, they are also a tired army at the end of the crossbow, and they are not vulnerable at all." ”

After a pause, the staff added: "General, we have also arranged a hunting team of a hundred people behind the Silas Legion, and it is impossible for any one person to tell the Silas Legion about the situation in Iris City at the moment." ”

"Since they are not from Silas, then who are they, the Elven Praetorian Guard, or the Rangers?" Centaur General Shapur asked with some puzzlement: "There seems to be no Elven Praetorian Guard and Ranger forces around here, it's strange!"

At this moment, the cavalry spy returned, entered the camp gate and went straight to Shappel, just in front of Shapple, it gasped, and said: "Report to the general, there is a group of elven heavy infantry on the mountain over there, the exact number is not yet known, but our leader is going to investigate, and there will be news back soon." ”

"Very good, um......" After a moment of silence, the centaur general Shapur ordered: "You go and convey my order to General Cesara, let him bring two thousand men over to see, if the number of enemies is not large, destroy them, if there are many enemies, then do not fight them for the time being, wait for me to bring people over, okay, you go." ”

"Yes, General. After saluting Shappel, the spy turned and walked away, informing Shapur's commander Cesar.

"General Sharpell......" The staff member looked worried, and asked Sharpel in a puzzled tone: "Is 2,000 too little?"

"Not a lot," Chapoel replied, "don't you see that the area on the top of that low mountain is not very vast, if it is a heavy infantry, then it is very crowded to stand on it with two thousand people, how can there be seven or eight thousand people, don't you see the purpose of their flag wavering, that is, they are bluffing, if they really have seven or eight thousand people, then they will come directly to fight us, why hide in the mountains, isn't it obvious, they are afraid!"

"The general is high, and his subordinates admire, but, general, why did you send General Cesara to lead the troops alone, it is ......" The staff did not finish speaking, it did not want to offend the commander Cesar.

"I know that Cesara is a bit reckless, but when the number of enemies is small, there is no need to be too cautious, just scatter them, and then, just pursue and slaughter, do this kind of thing, it is Cesara's best, just leave it to it. Hapoel whispered his calculations.

The staff wanted to remind Sharpel to be cautious, but when they saw the impatient expression on Sharpel's face, the staff gave up.

"I know what you're worried about, don't worry, we are centaur warriors, our 200-strong army is enough to kill 1,000 enemies, not to mention that Cesar brought out 2,000 people, even if the opponent has 10,000 people, it's not enough for Cesar to kill, you can rest assured." Centaur General Hapoel persuaded his staff again.

"Yes, General, I understand......" This time, the staff completely swallowed what they wanted to say.

At this moment, a legion of about 2,000 centaur warriors, led by a strong centaur general, rushed out of the camp, and the centaur general who took the lead was too strong, if the ordinary centaur warriors were already as strong as a ploughing ox, then this centaur general was as strong as a rhinoceros, two or three times larger than the ploughing ox block.

The centaur general who took the lead was the centurion Cisar who was known for his recklessness in Shappel's mouth.

"Rush, follow me, let's go kill those flag-waving garbage elves on the mountain!" Cesar howled as he charged frantically.

"Kill!" The two thousand centaur warriors who rushed out with Cesar, the commander of the thousand, roared at the same time, and the roar shook the sky.

Just as this group of 2,000 centaurs rushed towards Wang Xu, the leader of the centaur spies, with his fifteen spies, came to the river valley.

When the four hooves just stepped on the land in the river valley, the leader of the centaur scout felt a chill in his heart, a feeling as if he was being targeted by some powerful beast, and immediately shrouded in its heart, and in an instant, it understood that it had encountered a strong enemy, and it had been a spy for more than ten years, and it had a strong sixth sense of crisis, and it knew very well that its feelings would not be wrong.

The leader of the centaur scouts, who knew that he was in danger, did not recklessly order his subordinates to retreat, but shouted smartly: "I don't know who your Excellency is, but I am not here to be your enemy, I am General Shappel, who represents the centaur race, to tell you that we have a grudge against Francon, the lord of Iris City, and it is a personal grudge, and it has nothing to do with the elves, I hope that your Excellency will not interfere in this matter." ”

"Really?" a whisper came from nowhere, only to hear, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" a few soft sounds, the leader of the centaur scouts suddenly found that several rattans burst out of the ground, some of the rattans were purple, poisonous at first glance, and some of the rattans were cyan, thick and strong.

"The rattan is poisonous, be careful!" the centaur scout leader reminded his men, and in an instant, it regretted it, because, while its men were dodging the poisonous purple rattans, the basin-sized leaves on the cyan rattans slashed through the necks of its men like sharp blades, and in an instant, all of its men were in different places.

Just as the leader of the centaur scouts was about to beg for mercy, the leaves on the green rattan slashed through its hooves and cut off its arms, and before it realized what was happening, it suddenly fell to the ground, and a tall, thin, face-covered man in black appeared in front of him.

"Alright, let's talk......" This was a sarcastic remark that the centaur spy leader heard before he felt the pain in his heart, and that tone was to laugh at himself...... (To be continued.) )