Seeing the enemy retreating, Leon's armor-piercing arrows immediately extended outward, chasing and shooting down seven or eight black elves.

The maximum range of the Adamantite Longbow can reach hundreds of paces, and in the hands of Leon, the power of the special armor-piercing arrow is even stronger, and the masters of the black elves are not opponents at all, and ordinary longbowmen can only be used as targets.

The black elves retreated faster, and the dense woods behind them became their best cover, and no matter how strong Leon's arrows were, it was impossible to shoot those hiding behind the trees.

"Charge!"

After shooting a black elf archer who fell last, Leon jumped from a stone wall dozens of feet high and landed firmly on the ground.

Behind him, the heavy gates slammed up, and hundreds of minotaur warriors rushed out with a roar, leading by Leon, towards the retreating Black Elf army.

This greatly surprised the black elves, who originally planned to temporarily avoid Leon's edge and apply to the tribe to send a master to support, but they never expected that the minotaur who had been pressed and beaten by them would go out of the city to fight.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The loud battle song soared into the sky, and the fierce warriors' eyes burned with fire, and they stepped barefoot on the icy earth, raised their battle axes and pike spears, and charged forward with all their strength without fear!

The Black Elves were surprised and then angry, and they may have been afraid of Leon's amazing archery skills and unwilling to pay too many casualties, but that didn't mean they were afraid of the Minotaur warriors.

Thousands of longbowmen, even scattered in the woods, with their superb archery skills and combat sense, were enough to intercept and shoot the Minotaur warriors in the distance from the woods to the mouth of the valley.

"Free Diffuse!"

A Black Elf commander screamed, and many longbowmen emerged from their shelters and drew their longbows.

"Shuttle gun projection!"

Leon shouted angrily, raising his longbow as he ran, and stabbed the black elf commander through the throat with an arrow.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless arrows were shot out of the woods, and at the same time hundreds of pike guns were whistling and thrown into the woods, and the arrows and pike guns met in the air, and each fell into a different camp, immediately setting off a bloody rain.

Dozens of minotaur warriors were hit by arrows, blood splattered, and their muscular bodies crashed to the ground with a dull sound, but none of the warriors screamed in grief.

More warriors stepped on their corpses and continued to charge, and the bravery and fearlessness of the Beamon Orcs were on full display in these underground minotaurs.

The Black Elves were shot down by a dozen of them with shuttle spears, and their losses were undoubtedly much smaller than those of the Minotaur warriors.

The Black Elves drew their longbows again, their ability to shoot accurately and quickly was a talent for them, and although Leon led the Minotaur warriors over a distance of hundreds of paces, they were confident that they could form a complete suppression before the enemy approached.

But at this moment, several figures suddenly appeared in the woods, and the staggered sword qi was like an incomparably sharp scythe, ruthlessly sweeping the black elves who were blocking the front to the ground.

Templar Knights!

At the same time as Leon attacked, Lex and the others, who were lurking on the left, launched a surprise attack at the same time.

Five powerful Templar Knights surged forward like humanoid killing machines, ignoring the arrows that came from around them, and their swords were directed at the heart of the Black Elf army.

This unexpected situation caused confusion among the dark elves, as the Templars were attacking in the same direction as the wizard's position.

None of the Black Elves could stop the Templars' pace, no one could withstand their attacks, and even the spells released by the Black Elf wizards could not destroy the protection of the soul armor when they landed on them.

If the Black Elves were given enough time, they would be able to kill five Templars alive with their sheer numerical superiority.

But in front of the woods, the minotaur warriors led by Leon were charging fiercely, and he himself had changed into a red-blooded heavy sword and put on a posture of melee combat.

The wizards of the Black Elves, like the shamans of the Orcs, belong to the nobles who hold power in the tribe, and the senior wizards in the army are often the supreme commanders, and when the lives of the wizards are threatened, the Black Elves fall into a state of complete chaos.

"Retreat!"

Some of the black elves also wanted to intercept the minotaur with their longbows, while others hurriedly retreated to protect the wizards, and several commanders gave orders to retreat in desperation.

If the wizard dies, even if they win the final victory, they will return to the tribe and will be severely punished, a price they absolutely cannot afford.

When the Minotaur warriors rushed into the woods, the Black Elves' defenses collapsed, but hundreds of Black Elves remained, using daggers and short swords to cover the wizard's retreat.

Their longbows were sharp, and their daggers were just as sharp, but in close combat, these sturdy black elves were no match for the minotaur warriors.

Fierce warriors slash with tomahawks and slash with hand axes, and they have long been familiar with the tactics of their agile opponents in their long battles with the Black Elves.

One black elf after another fell under the tomahawk, blood and severed limbs flying, the smell of blood filling the woods, and the roars of the minotaur warriors mingled with the elves' dying screams.

After more than ten minutes of bloody fighting, hundreds of black elves were all wiped out, and a wizard who could not retreat, although he had the desperate protection of his entourage, was finally shot in the head by Leon with a goblin fire gun under the siege of the Templar knights.

"Victory!"

As the minotaur warriors swept through the woods and cut off the heads of the last of the recalcitrant ones, the bloodied warriors raised their weapons and let out a cry of victory.

Leon, the Templars, and Cerene, who appeared later, were greeted into the valley camp as heroes by the fanatical minotaur warriors.

This hearty battle made them raise their eyebrows, and swept away the grievances of being pressed and beaten by the black elves for a long time!

Above the sky, a purple moon bent like a hook, and the wild land was dark and silent.

The underground world does not rise and the moon rises, and the cycle of the purple moon that never falls is the alternation of night and night, and in the darkest time, you can't see your fingers.

With a bonfire raging in the valley, the Giant Blade Tribe welcomes distinguished guests from the Impon Kingdom of the Overland World with the utmost warmth and respect.

Divine Blessing Warriors, Temple Priests, Templar Knights... The Underground Beasts no longer owned the temple thousands of years ago, but the faith condensed in the blood has never been abandoned, and they have special respect for the messengers who represent the gods.

This valley camp is not very large, but it is the last home of the Giant Blade tribe, and there are less than 8,000 people left in the entire tribe so far, almost no old and weak, and the vast majority of warriors can raise their weapons and go into battle.

"Bless the warriors, knights, and priests, thank you for helping us repel our enemies!"

In the big tent in the center of the camp, the great shaman of the Giant Blade tribe solemnly expressed his gratitude, and his eyes fell on Leon's body: "The Giant Blade tribe is always looking forward to the protection of the beast god, as well as the great will!"

Before Leon's appearance, the situation of the Giant Blade tribe was not good, it lost most of its people, many warriors and shamans died in constant battles, and retreated to the valley to the point of exhaustion.

Lacking food, weapons, and high-end warriors and shamans, thousands of warriors were huddled in the valley to be pressed and beaten by the black elves, and their clansmen died every day... So when the prophesied Divine Blessing Samurai appeared, they pinned all their hopes on Leon.

And Leon defeated the Black Elves as soon as he struck, leading the Minotaur warriors to an unprecedented victory, which brought his prestige in the tribe to its peak!

The high priest's trusting gaze was undoubtedly a huge pressure on Leon.

This is not the Glorious Continent, the enemy is the powerful Black Elf clan, except for the hundreds of thunder beast warriors stationed at the entrance of the passage, Lei Ang does not have any backup force, what does he rely on to carry the hope of the Giant Blade Tribe?

But while under pressure, Leon's heart swelled with unstoppable thoughts.

The Giant Blade Tribe, with more than 6,000 fierce minotaur warriors, dozens of warriors and five shamans, if this force is in the bag, it will be a great help to improve the strength of the Sal Leader.

These minotaur warriors have all experienced battles with the Black Elves, they are familiar with the way the Elves fight, and once they return to the ground, they will inevitably play a huge role in the war against the Elves.

What made Leon even more excited was that the Giant Blade Tribe was a branch of the Underground Beast Clan, and there were many other Beast Clans in a similar situation to them, if these powers could be used by him... For the first time, Leon saw the glimmer of hope against the southern elves, and he never gave up on his promise, working hard all the time for the elves to invade and fight back to retake his homeland.

"Great Elder, would you like to take your clan to the surface world?" Leon asked in a deep voice, "Return to the arms of the Beamon Beast Clan, my territory can provide you with a new home of refuge!"

The Great Shaman and several of the leaders of the tribe looked at each other, he stared at Leon and asked, "Is this your will?"

This unusual respect and respect made Xiling and the Templar knights on the side secretly surprised.

You must know that there are thousands of years of separation between the Underground Beasts and the Ground Beamon, and very few Underground Races are willing to come to live on the surface, but listen to the meaning of this great shaman, as long as Leon speaks, they will agree.

The Great Shaman even used the word "will"!

"I respect your choice..."Leon smiled slightly, "But I think this is the best choice for the Giant Blade Tribe!"

The Great Shaman lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your will is our code of conduct, and I offer you the highest loyalty on behalf of the Giant Blade Tribe!"

(To be continued)