It's unbelievable, it's dreamlike, but it's so real. Sotu seemed to be a little unbearable to continue to watch such a one-sided slaughter, he closed his eyes, blocked the sound of slaughter in his ears, and after a long time he still found that he couldn't hold back his gaze, he couldn't help but open him up, and after watching for a long time, watching the vain struggle of those warriors, he raised his head and glanced at the high sky.

The sky is still the same as always, but the sky in the future is probably going to change.

It was just three rushing back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, the warriors of the grassland tribe were completely rushed and killed into a plate of scattered sand, and the number of them also decreased by more than 200 people along with this process.

The rest of the warriors, clutching the weapons in their hands tightly, the iron weapons that used to make them feel extremely confident, but they could not give them the same sense of security as before, they were completely filled with fear, and they did not let themselves flee the battlefield immediately, they had already spent a great price, and there was no mood to continue fighting.

Harut looked at his soldiers, who were slaughtered so easily, and instantly woke up from his anger, this was the threat of death, the biting chill, instantly made him understand that the gap between the two sides was so huge, and he finally understood why Sotu surrendered instantly, it was not obvious, and now after the battle, he completely understood that every soldier in the hands of this young man had the combat power of the peak level.

This is a fucking army composed entirely of peak-level powerhouses!

Their level advantage completely crushed the advantage brought by the cavalry class, it was completely crushing, merciless, and there was no way to resist, and the steppe warriors couldn't even hurt the other party. How ironic is it that in a battle, the other side does not even have a single lightly wounded?

You know, this was not possible before, and it was only recorded in the rumored biographies of those who bragged about it, and any experienced person would scoff at it, because it was all a story. But the scenes in the story, when it comes to reality, are not fun at all. This subversive power, the sense of powerlessness that makes people unable to resist, is deeply reflected in Harut's heart.

It was as if his heart had completely stopped at this moment.

"My ancestor, can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Harut couldn't help but ask his ancestor a question, but without the auspices of the steppe sacrifice, it was impossible for him to talk to the ancestor Holy Spirit, so it was impossible for the Holy Spirit to answer him, and his questions were destined to be thought by himself.

These warriors, who were full of morale and almost imposing at the moment, completely lost all their momentum at this moment, and looked languishing. This is also inevitable.

With the sound of Forturu descending and not killing, after kneeling down and surrendering, the surrenderers immediately appeared, one followed by a second, a third, a fourth, and soon, most of the steppe warriors all knelt.

Surrender, for these steppe warriors, was originally something that they would not think about at all, but when the overwhelming strength appeared, the fear of death became more and more numerous, if it could bring trauma and even death to the enemy, it would not be so miserable, and the sacrifice might still have some meaning, but at this time, they actually had no way to hurt the enemy with their lives, even if it was a slight injury, so that the sacrifice became meaningless. Surrender naturally became the best option, and no one would sacrifice their lives for the sake of a meaningless battle. This is a futile insistence.

In the face of overwhelming power, this is the reality.

Soon, all the warriors of these steppe tribes surrendered, including Harut, who was about to clamor for Rollin's head to be cut off not long ago, and was escorted to kneel in front of Rollin.

"Raise your head and let me see what you look like. Rollin said with a smile.

The disgraced Harut raised his head and looked at it, his face was pale and full of defeat, such a defeat was undoubtedly unimaginable for him before, in this world, there are such strong armies, he can't believe it at all.

At this time, Harut did not know that Rollin was not from this world.

"From now on, you are my captive. I think you now also have a very clear understanding of the strength of my army. Rollin said with a faint smile, his demeanor was very relaxed, and his speech and demeanor had the elegance of a nobleman, which was a temperament that Harut could not learn.

Before summoning Harut, Luo Lin had a good communication with the level 10 'peak powerhouse' Sword Saint Sotu, and probably knew the distribution of forces in this world, as well as some forces and simple customs in this grassland.

The steppe admires the strong, and since Rollin defeated Harut's army, it means that this tribe has fallen under Rollin's name.

Luo Lin asked all kinds of questions very comprehensively, which made Suo Tu answer in horror, but also had a kind of doubt: why did Luo Lin and these people come from, why didn't they even know such a simple thing? You must know that they are all peak powerhouses.

In his heart, he couldn't help but have a guess, could it be that Luo Lin was not from this world, or rather, not from this plane?

As if he had predicted Sotu's guess, Luo Lin generously admitted: "This plane is of low grade, but the area is not small at all. ”

In response to Sotu's shocked gaze, Rollin continued: "Your guess is correct, I am not from this plane, I am from another plane, and I came here through random teleportation from the plane. In our plane, the upper limit of the level is legendary, that is, level 21, or even higher, I am just an inconspicuous small character in that plane, and the strongest person under my command is only level fifteen or sixteen, but in this plane, I have the power to control almost everything. ”

Hearing these words, Sotu's gaze became horrified, and he uttered the legend of the dimensional invaders:

"Are you a plane invader?Legend has it that every time a plane invader appears, it will bring a devastating, unprecedented catastrophe, isn't it...... You ......"

"Legends are legends after all, and people from other planes are also people, not demons, and they are no different from you. Luo Lin shook his head and said, "For the plane travelers, it is impossible to bring any devastating disasters as you said, this is mostly a rumor created by intention. ”

Sotu looked at Rollin with some disbelief, indeed, as Rollin said, he was not a demon who seemed to destroy the plane easily, but everything was still uncertain.