Supreme loyalty!

Xi Ling and the other Templar Knights were dumbfounded, completely unable to understand why the Great Shaman of the Giant Blade tribe would pledge allegiance to Leon.

You know, if it is out of respect for the temple, Xiling is far more qualified to accept the loyalty of the other party than Leon, but the object of the great shaman's allegiance is obviously only Leon personally!

Could it be that the heads of the underground orcs are not open-minded, and as long as they are given a little help, they will take the initiative to help?

"I am honored to lead the Giant Blade tribe all the way..."Leon was not polite, and there was no need to be modest at this time: "In the name of Opa, I vow to treat every one of my people kindly, under the witness of God, we are all brothers and sisters, sharing weal and woe, life and death!"

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became extremely solemn, and the expressions of Xiling and the Templar Knights also became extremely serious, this is an oath of the gods that cannot be broken.

"Opa is on top!"

The Great Shaman led the leaders of the Giant Blade tribe to their knees and paid a noble salute to Leon.

Leon helped them up one by one and said a few polite words, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

At this moment, the Giant Blade Tribe was equivalent to completely falling into the hands of Leon, which was something he had not thought of at all before entering the underworld, and it was also a huge gain.

Leon had no intention of exploring the mysterious prophecy of the Giant Blade Tribe, what he had to do now was to bring this tribe back to the surface, into his own territory!

"We're willing to abandon our camp here and follow you to the surface, but now that we're at war with the Bloody Tribe, they're not going to watch our tribe move away. The Great Shaman said worriedly, "They have twice as many warriors as we do, and more wizards. ”

"If we want to leave, they will definitely not be able to stop us, but..."Leon smiled calmly, and a fierce look flashed in his tiger eyes: "We can't just leave like this!"

"What do you mean?" the Great Shaman perked up.

"Now, it's time for us to fight back!" Leon replied without hesitation.

Fight back! Everyone looked at each other.

After the meeting in the Great Tent, Xiling invited Leon to her tent.

"Leon, I hope that the Giant Blade Tribe will choose to be loyal to the Temple, and they have been inspired by the Temple to come to the surface and return to Beamon!" said the Swan Priestess seriously, "I think Mentor Ens will definitely agree with me!"

The temple once ruled over the entire Beamon beast clan, but now the authority of the temple is much less than before under the division of the royal family, the military, and the wealthy families, and it barely stands alongside the royal power.

If there is an underworld beast clan returning to the Beamon Allegiance Temple, it will undoubtedly be an exciting event for the entire Beamon, and it can also greatly enhance the prestige of the Temple.

Although Xiling is young, she has a respected status in the Holy Mountain Temple, and she has been exposed to it for a long time, and her political sensitivity is not low at all.

It's just that she was still immature after all, so she moved the High Priest of Faennes out.

Leon was not disgusted, and said with a smile: "This is no problem, strictly speaking, I am also a member of the temple, of course I am willing to do my part for the temple, but the giant blade tribe can swear allegiance to the temple, everyone must be left to me!"

You take the name and prestige, and the people have to keep it for me! This is Leon's bottom line.

Xi Ling was very satisfied, although the minotaur warriors were brave and good at fighting, but such a tribe would not be taken seriously by the temple, and it was enough to get the name.

"No problem!"

......... Above the sky, the huge purple moon was only a bent one.

Darkness reigns over the earth, and this is the quietest time in the underworld, and many nocturnal monsters have chosen to lurk, and only those who are thriving in the darkness begin their final.

In the corners of the Kurosa Plain, in the grasslands near the mountains, thousands of tents of all sizes are dotted to form a huge camp.

It belongs to the Black Elf Blood Tribe.

With 17,000 clansmen and tens of thousands of vassal servant slaves, the Bloody Tribe controls a territory within a radius of hundreds of miles, and is also a fairly powerful tribe on the Hesa Plain.

The black elves are all female, and most of them have a talent for fighting, with the invading natural surname of nomads, and even between tribes of the same race, life-and-death wars often break out, fighting for territory, slaves, and mating tools.

And many of the beasts underground, they are the slaves that the black elves like, strong enough to be slaves and reproduction tools, which is why the bloody tribe constantly attacks the Giant Blade tribe.

Compared to the declining Giantblade Tribe, the Bloody Tribe has stronger strength, with more than 12,000 warriors capable of wielding bows and arrows, and dozens of wizards and two archwizards firmly control the power of the tribe.

In this steppe, no one can challenge the authority of the bloody tribes.

Leon stood on the rocks and looked down at the camp of the Bloody Horde, his dark eyes as if they had merged with the darkness around him, but the chill that flashed through him was shivering.

The thick darkness could not block his vision, and after gaining the power of darkness, Leon had an indescribable closeness and familiarity with this underground world, as if he was born and grew up here.

Behind him, in the dense mountains and forests, a series of fierce figures quietly appeared, and they were hundreds of heavily armed Minotaur warriors.

The black elves of the Bloody Tribe would never have dreamed that the enemy they despised and despised would quietly appear near the camp under the cover of night.

From the memories of the archsorcerer, Leon understood how careless and proud these black elves were.

They were the overlords of the grasslands, and before today, they had never lost a battle against other tribes, and they never thought that anyone would dare to attack them, so much so that there was not a single scout on the perimeter except for the necessary patrols in the camp.

Although the army of the Bloody Horde had suffered a defeat at the mouth of the valley earlier, it was clear that this did not wary the haughty black elves, and the quiet camp did not see the atmosphere of war in the slightest.

"How did you find here?" asked Xiling.

The Swan Maiden Priest was amazed in his heart, Leon's plan to launch a surprise attack on the Bloody Tribe at the end of the moon was crazy, but what was shocking was that he actually led six thousand Minotaur warriors and all the Thunder Beast warriors to familiarize themselves with the Bloody Tribe camp in the dark night!

It's a miracle, could it be that the magic map in his hand can automatically show where the enemy's camp is?

"It's a secret," Leon smiled faintly.

Looking at the mysterious smile on his face, the girl suddenly felt a little itchy at the root of her teeth, and wanted to hit Leon's head with the scepter in her hand.

The more time she spends with Leon, the more she discovers that Leon has a certain attraction that makes people want to get closer to him and discover the secrets within.

Unbeknownst to the young priestess, her curiosity about Leon was the beginning of some kind of dangerous omen.

Leon didn't notice the strange appearance of the girl next to him, he looked up at the hook-like purple moon, took a deep breath, and Huo Ran raised the red blood heavy sword.

"Attack!"

Thousands of warriors rushed out of the forest like a torrent, their weapons and panting, and they rushed down the hill as fast as they could, led by Leon and the Templars, towards the Bloody Horde camp.

This is a raid in the night, a counterattack by the Giant Blade tribe against the black elves.

For this battle, the Giant Blade tribe almost poured out, all the warriors and shamans participated, and only a few old and weak remained in the valley camp.

It can be said that this battle is a battle of fate for the Giant Blade tribe, if it is victorious, then Shame and Leon return to Beamon, if it fails, then the entire tribe really falls into the abyss of no return.

Without Leon's determination and confidence, the Giant Blade Force, led by the Great Shaman, would never have made such a crazy move.

But the trust in Leon made them throw themselves into this battle without hesitation.

And it turned out that Leon's judgment must have been right, the black elves were not aware of their actions, and the mighty bloody tribe was sleeping, unaware of the blades lit up around them.

The minotaur warriors clenched their weapons tightly, and after rushing down the hillside, they broke out and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Every warrior gritted their teeth to prevent themselves from screaming and roaring because of the burning battle intent, only the neat footsteps made the earth tremble slightly, until..."Kill!"

Leon's roar was like a trumpet of war, exploding over the empty plains.

"Kill!"

The Minotaur warriors who rushed to the front stopped, and they used the flint to ignite the grease bound by the tip of the pike as fast as they could, and then threw the pike gun towards the camp of the Bloody Horde with all their might!

Hundreds of flaming pike spears drew brilliant trajectories in the air, and the bright flames suddenly dispelled the darkness, and they came into the sky above the bloody tribe in unexpected ways.

Poof!

The first thing the pike shot at was a tent, and the sharp tip of the spear broke through the skin sewn into the coarse cloth of animal skins, and the burning grease immediately caused disaster.

The Black Elves like to keep their dwellings tidy and warm, and they tend to spread thick carpets and couches in their tents, but when these things are ignited, they can form a fire that is difficult to extinguish!

One wave of projection, second wave projection, third wave projection... The shuttle guns flying in the air seem endless.

If it's just one or two tents on fire, it's nothing, but when thousands of muskets rain down on the camp, dozens or even hundreds of tents catch fire at the same time... In the end, it has finally befallen the heads of the bloody tribes!

The terrible thing is that at this time, most of the black elves are still asleep, and they are not prepared for this catastrophe in the slightest!

(To be continued)