On the prairie, the dust is bursting, and the war drums are shaking the sky. The first head-to-head battle between the two "evenly matched" races on the Great Plains.

The ogre army could not have imagined that the buffalo who ran away with their tails between their legs yesterday would mainly fight today, and it was in such a steppe, you know, the more flat land and the more spacious, the more conducive to the charge of the ogre warriors, although the minotaur charge is also very powerful, but in front of the ogre whose body is twice as large as the minotaur, the minotaur actually has no advantage in the plain war.

But today, the buffalo people still came to make an appointment, and it was above board and justifiable. The point is that there are still so few of them......

Several ogre leaders even got together to talk and laugh at the group of naïve and silly buffalo men. But while all the ogres laughed at their opponents, Mork frowned. With this ogre chieftain's understanding of the buffalo people, although their IQ is worrying, they will not launch another round of suicidal attacks immediately after the fiasco. There must be something strange in this, but Molk, who has never seen the blood of demons, can only know about it after observing it for a while. After all, this battle had to be fought, and the buffalo people sent war letters to their homes, and if they didn't fight, all the ogre warriors under their command would rebel against their orders. It's easy to suppress the ogres of a few tribes, but to suppress all the ogre tribes, Mork is still slightly worried. In addition, the buffalo people have been crushed and beaten by ogres for a long time, and it is still difficult to change everyone's concept for a while.

The two armies met in the steppe.

The first is the meeting of the head of the legion.

The cold weapon battles in the other world are not much different from the battles on Earth hundreds of years ago, and the generals fight a few rounds before the big war. Abdul-Jabbar hid behind a boulder not far away, observing such an "earth-shattering" battle.

On the grassland, in front of the two black oppressive positions, the leaders of the two sides rode their respective mounts and met in the middle of the grassland.

The Bison Man, riding a black Kodomon, three times their size...... Abdul-Jabbar had seen this beast on the orc battlefield before, but he didn't expect that both planets had similar products. And the ogre's mount......

Ogres also have mounts, which Abdul-Jabbar didn't expect, but there are terrifying and bloodthirsty creatures in front of him.

It was a monitor lizard-like animal, except that it had a sturdy and large body like a monitor lizard, but it didn't have the long tail of a monitor lizard. On their heads, there are also two huge horns. It's kind of like a demon lord's horn, but not that big. The length of the entire monitor lizard is estimated to be more than ten meters, and Jabbar even suspects that if this thing encounters a human knight or an orc werewolf, it can be swallowed in one bite......

"We meet again, old friend. ”

After the two armies are in formation, or not at all, the two equally rude races are lined up neatly, and they are not too scattered to complete the formation. Molk walked to the front and took the initiative to greet Bezotien.

However, in the next moment, the ogre leader was surprised to find that his old rival's body shape and appearance had changed amazingly. The brown fur had become bright and bright, an eerie green. And the thighs, which were no less than the thickness of the ogre's arm, became unusually strong and strong. Even the bulging muscles are somewhat deformed.

"Old chief, it's time for a contest to learn about the years of feud between us. ”

As Bezotien spoke, Mork carefully observed every detail of the buffalo chieftain, and even his voice seemed to change. No longer the rough and thick voice of the buffalo, but a mysterious abyssal force? Molk didn't know what it was, but instinctively fearful. Maybe the buffalo people are so bold to challenge the ogre army, and they are already ready behind it?

Molk didn't have time to think about it, because Berzotien seemed to be ready for a battle between men.

"The old rules?"

Molk lifted the warhammer and roared.

"Without further ado, let's get off the mount. ”

Bezotien replied with a low growl.

The two leaders walked to the center of the field, and from the air, they were just two small black dots.

And all the soldiers behind him were shouting restlessly, and the ogre didn't even have to fight to congratulate his leader for trampling the cow under his feet.

Bezotien shook his head soberly, sobering his head. In fact, since being contaminated by demonic blood, Bezotien has been in a state of confusion all day long, sometimes sober, sometimes brutal and bloodthirsty, and always has to find a target to vent in order to alleviate this symptom, and fighting is the best way to vent. It's also the case that the buffalo people collectively need war, they need a window to vent.

"Roar. ”

The drums of war sounded, and the leaders of the two tribes quickly collided together.

But the first blow shocked all the ogres. The Grand Chief of Molk was knocked out of the way by the little buffalo man, and his steps unconsciously fell backwards.

"What the hell did you eat?"

Molk looked at the bloodthirsty and furious minotaur in front of him in shock. In the eyes of the ogre leader, this should not be the power that a buffalo man should have, it must have been infused with some unknown mysterious power.

But Bezotien ignored it and continued to rush at a messy pace.

The roar seemed to tear the earth apart.

Soon, when the tomahawk slashed, Mork didn't even dare to meet it with his own weapon.

The two leaders came and went in the middle of the meadow, while Jabbar hid behind the rocks and watched their every move. The ogre leader Molk was gradually defeated. Just as Bedotion was about to slash at Molk's head with his battle axe, another ogre lieutenant stood in front of the buffalo chieftain.

Stopped the fatal blow with his crude weapon.

There was no glory left in the duel, and with a roar of Berzotien, the buffalo army swooped down on the ogre's position like a mad herd of bison......

The hunter becomes the prey.

In the face of the crazy buffalo people, the ogre was dumbfounded for a while, although with the barbarian army, the number of soldiers of the ogre legion still far exceeded the buffalo people, but this group of buffalo people was obviously not the original buffalo people, one by one as if they had been hit with hormones, roaring and rushing towards the ogre's position.

The ground trembled, and the ogre didn't even have time to cast a spell before he was knocked down and trampled by the mad buffalo. The barbarian soldiers were on top, but they were crushed by the crazy bison herd in waves, those dwarf humans, where were the opponents of the bison who drank the blood of the demons, on the scene, the bison people were like a torrent, destroying the barbarian army...... (To be continued.) )