Chapter 65: Rushing to the Battlefield

"When...... While...... When!"

The bell of the enemy's attack resounded through the originally silent Xingyue Canyon, and the entire Xingyue tribe began to act in an orderly manner like a chariot with full horsepower.

On the other side, the little fox Hu Muqing got the key from the wild cow father, and just entered the pharmacy to get some herbs to treat the injuries on his body for his war demon pet, but unexpectedly, the bell of the enemy attack suddenly rang, which shocked her face.

She immediately put down the herbs in her hand and rushed out of the room, and at a glance she saw the billowing wolf smoke in the sky in the distance, and let out an exclamation: "Ah, it's not good, it's the enemy attacking the wolf smoke, and there are a large number of enemies coming to attack......"

"Who is attacking us?Is it the 'Fallen Elves' or the 'Hellnight Clans'? Is it the Ogre of the Raven Mountains?No, I need to rush to the battlefield immediately, the people need the help of the shamans......"

Hu Muqing didn't have time to care about the matter at hand, so he hurriedly picked up the sacrificial staff and prepared to go down the mountain to the square to help everyone protect the city wall.

She knew very well in her heart how much the orc warriors, who were easily carried away by anger and went berserk, needed the help of shamans at this moment. Shamanic sacrifices play a huge role in large-scale warfare, helping orc warriors to control the negative effects of passive madness, and exert their long potential and combat effectiveness.

Ordinary orc warriors can't go berserk on their own, once they are stimulated by the anger and blood in their hearts, they will passively go berserk, and then fight to the death, killing everyone they can see, if there is no 'mind cleansing magic' released by shamanic sacrifices, control their minds, cleanse their manic hearts, and help them identify friend and foe...... For the orcs, it will be a catastrophe.

Ten thousand years ago, an orc who could not go berserk on his own could not be called a warrior at all, at most a strong militia.

Only orc warriors whose strength has reached the level of a Level 1 Star Warrior and can independently go berserk and distinguish between friend and foe can be recognized as brave warriors by the tribe and allowed to join the ranks of the army.

Other orcs who don't meet the requirements, no matter how strong you are, can't become army soldiers.

However, the 10,000-year-long race war has exhausted the foundation of the 'tribe and alliance', and has also caused countless powerful orc elite warriors to be lost, without the replenishment of follow-up strength, without the blessing of the god of war Ula, the strength of the 'tribe and alliance' and the alliance has plummeted, and it has fallen to the threshold of lowering the collection of orc warriors, so that a large number of ordinary orc warriors have also become powerful warriors.

This is the sadness of the imminent decline of a race, and the helplessness of a race's dying struggle.

There are very few orc warriors in the Xingyue tribe who can go berserk on their own, and there are less than a hundred people who can really be called the main warriors. Among them, there are about 50 Wolf wolf cavalry, and there are only about 30 Boer minotaurs who defend the city, and most of them only have the strength of level 1-2 star warriors.

The only high-ranking warriors are Father Bull and Grand Commander Wanyan Lie, both of whom are at the level of Level 6 Star Warriors.

It is difficult to win a war with less than 100 main soldiers, and the price paid to win a war is extremely tragic.

And this is the time when the status of the shaman is extremely important.

A war shaman priest can make ordinary warriors go berserk through shaman magic, stimulate the genes of ancient madness in their bodies, and become a powerful warrior. In this way, the number of orc warriors who can go berserk on their own will skyrocket to more than 1,500, and the balance of victory in battle will be a little more weighty.

The trumpets of war have sounded, and the brave minotaur warriors have climbed the walls and taken up their rudimentary weapons to resist the invasion......

"They need me!"

Without any hesitation, the little fox Hu Muqing had a resolute look on his face, his body flexibly avoided the mountain boulders, and bravely rushed to the forefront of the battlefield that was about to break out.

............

The warning bell issued by the sentinel not only stimulated the little fox, but also deeply stimulated Lin Hu, the leader of the former 'Howling Moon Tribe'.

Lin Hu was originally going to send the red potion that Wang Tiedan confessed to the little fox Hu Muqing, but when he heard the bell of the enemy attack alert, he immediately stopped, and this burly bald man was stunned for a while.

"This ...... Is this the bell of an enemy attack?"

The deafening bell was like opening the floodgates of memory, and a dark memory that had been suppressed in the depths of my mind suddenly poured out.

The majestic rain accompanied by thunder and lightning pierced the night, and the fire in the tribe soared into the sky...... The old man and the infant died tragically under the butcher's knife of the evil enemy, the heartbreaking and mournful screams came one after another, the miserable cries before the temporary, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood,

With the storm in the dark night, it drifted around......

The bells of the enemy attack sounded the horns of battle, awakening the hatred that had been sealed in the dust.

The bald man couldn't help but shed tears of sadness, the hideous scar on his face trembled violently, he couldn't forget this dark memory, and he couldn't refuse any chance to avenge his people.

So he gave up the task given to him by the adults, ran in three steps and two steps, and hurried back to the stone house on the hillside.

When Lin Hu returned to the stone house, the 33 brave Wolf werewolves had already put on leather armor and were sharpening the sharp scimitars at their waists in front of the whetstone. Seeing the leader coming back, the group immediately stopped what they were doing, and looked at Lin Hu in unison, waiting for the order to rush to the battlefield.

Lin Hu strode to the middle of the brothers, with a grim expression, and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, we are very honored and proud to follow the great Iron Egg Lord to break through all obstacles and escape from the second layer of the underground slave world, and we are lucky to join the 'Star and Moon Tribe' and become a new member of this big family......

The 33 werewolves who had endured hardship clenched the sharp scimitar in their hands, and looked at the leader with unwavering eyes.

"But our good days have just begun, but the enemy has come to the door, and war has once again befallen the suffering orcs...... At this critical juncture for the survival of this tribe, we should stand up bravely, unite as one, help the people of the same lineage, and jointly resist the aggression of the evil race, at this moment we should fight side by side with them, kill all the enemies who dare to invade us, we are the great 'descendants of Ulla', we are born to be the orc Beamon warriors who despise life and death, we should fight bloodily, for the 'tribe and alliance', and for our own 'Howling Moon Tribe' who was slaughtered by the enemy!!"

Lin Hu's sonorous and powerful voice was like a horn of revenge.

With the increasingly thick billowing wolf smoke in the sky, a group of 33 wolf werewolves raised the scimitars in their hands, revealing sharp fangs in their mouths and screaming in unison with hideous faces.

"Ulla!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"We want revenge!"

Wan Gang, who was full of beard, was the most excited, desperately pulling the thick 'Pure Gold Necklace' around his neck, and the handle of the knife in his right hand kept slapping the 'Pure Bronze Armor', shouting vigorously: "Brothers, it's time for them to see the courage of our group of strangers, we are not bad seeds, we are wolf cavalry who will never retreat if they move forward bravely!!"

Whew!

The 33 Mithril 'Bloodthirsty Scimitars' sliced through the air, making a hissing sound that tore through the air.

"The werewolves of our Howling Moon Tribe are not bad seeds!"

"Yes, we are Beamon warriors who defy life and death!"

"We want revenge, we want to kill all these evil races that have fallen into darkness!"

Lin Hu looked at the clansmen of the 'beast blood boiling', nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and secretly said proudly in his heart: "My brothers are all good. ”

"Sniff ......"

The sound of chattering teeth broke the atmosphere of boiling beast blood and full of fighting spirit.

Everyone looked for prestige, only to see Wu Liang shrunk and hide in the corner of the wall shivering, like a huge meat bun dodging Doug's sensitive nose, for fear that his meat bun would hit 'Doug' - there is no return.

Cut--!

A group of 33 werewolves let out a chorus of contempt.

Through a period of contact, what is the character of Wu Liang, the chief steward of the bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena, everyone knows clearly, this Nima is a sycophant who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no other skills, and his sycophant kung fu is first-class in the world. If it weren't for a little bit of living fire elemental magic, it would have been slaughtered by everyone as a fat pig a long time ago.

Lin Hu turned around and glanced at Wu Liang, who was hiding in the corner of the wall and shivering, and secretly said in his heart: "This dead fat man is too timid, and it is estimated that he will be held back when he goes to the battlefield...... But adults still need someone to guard here, and you can't go to the battlefield for everyone, you have to leave someone to guard...... In that case, let's leave him here to watch the door. ”

After making up his mind, Lin Hu instructed Wu Liangdao: "Dead fat man, Lord Tie Dan is cultivating in retreat, you will guard here, don't let anyone disturb the adult, if the adult comes out, tell him, there is an enemy invasion, we will go to the battlefield first." ”

As soon as Wu Liang heard that there was no need to go to the battlefield to die, his hanging heart immediately sent it down, wiped his cold sweat, nodded and replied: "Master, please rest assured, I will definitely stick here, and I will not let anyone disturb the cultivation of adults, so you can go with confidence!"

Leaving Wu Liang to guard the gate for the adults, Lin Hu led a group of werewolves to the battlefield with high momentum.