Heinrich was a person who was accustomed to seeing the world in his life, and he never thought that anything could make him calm and change drastically. And all this is broken today. Even before that, Heinrich was already uneasy. After seeing the southern barbarians silently scattering in both directions, Heinrich's instincts told him that none of this was so simple. This reason is very simple, since the southern barbarian alliance army has assembled on a large scale in the Red Blood Great Plains, then their decision is to defend the border of the Red Blood Great Plains.

Even if they weren't the kind of elite troops who could fight to the last soldier, it was completely unreasonable that they had their homeland behind them, and they suddenly collapsed when they still had the strength to fight. Time on the battlefield is always a race against time, even if it is just an inconspicuous moment, it may forever change the direction of strategy, this is the cruelty of the battlefield.

Because the people in the United Front Work Department did not understand Heinrich's thoughts and were all in opposition to Heinrich, Heinrich's fierce orders were not carried out at the first time, and the most critical moment was missed. By the time this mutation suddenly occurs, even if you want to make a remedy, it will be too late.

What appeared from behind the southern barbarian alliance was not any reinforcements, these uninvited guests who came quietly were all demonic beasts. Even from afar, Heinrich could see something out of the ordinary. Most of these demonic beasts, Heinrich recognized, are not high-level or super-level demonic beasts, almost all of them are demonic beasts between the second and fourth orders, such as the Iron Devouring Rat, the Blue Fire Dog, and the Blue-eyed Bull. To be honest, Warcraft is just like that, half of the trained Beamon warriors are not afraid of low-level Monsters, and middle-level Demonic Beasts are nothing to the main station race among the Beamon Orcs. But what made Heinrich's heart go straight to the anus was that these monsters were not one or two, but a large group that could not be counted!

If anyone could look down from the mid-air of the Great Plains of Red Blood right now. You will find the low-level and middle-level demonic beasts that have appeared all over the mountains and fields from nowhere behind the southern barbarian alliance. As if they had been driven by an invisible force, they rushed straight through the gap split by the southern barbarian alliance and rushed towards the opposite Bimonnan expeditionary army.

As long as you are a qualified commander, you must know that the most feared thing on the battlefield is the unexpected. Even a wise man who has no last resort does not dare to say that he can count any wind and grass on the battlefield clearly. The sudden appearance of such a large-scale beast tide behind the southern barbarian alliance was definitely something that everyone in the United Front Work Department did not expect.

Moreover, there are at least hundreds of thousands of beast tides surging, and the kind of shock brought to people is incomprehensible. The Beamon warriors who were chasing down the Southern Barbarian Coalition were in a very bad situation right now, and their arrays were very scattered. When the vast majority of Beamon warriors saw this picture, their first reaction was to be directly stunned.

They are accustomed to fighting humanoid intelligent creatures, but they lack experience in fighting monsters. If it was one or two, they wouldn't take it seriously at all. But now they are facing too many demonic beasts, as if a flash flood has erupted. That momentum, no one who is not there will never be able to understand how terrifying it is.

This tide of beasts of unknown origin is also very strange, although they passed through the middle of the southern barbarian alliance, but they did not poison the people of the southern barbarian alliance, they did not even look at the southern barbarian alliance on the shore, their target was the soldiers of the southern expeditionary army in front of them. This huge beast tide directly overwhelmed thousands of Beamon warriors in the first moment! The screams instantly resounded through this red-blooded plain.

Even if the Beamon warriors at the forefront tried their best to stabilize their position, they couldn't stop this terrifying beast tide at all, and they were shocked and retreated. They took the best courage of their own to fight it. But after all, he couldn't escape the last catastrophe. It's not that they're not brave enough to fight, it's that these menacing monsters are not something they can compete with, there are so many of them that almost every Beamon warrior has to deal with several monsters at the same time. How could they cope with the fact that they didn't have three heads and six arms? In just a short moment, at least a thousand Beamon warriors were directly thrown to the ground, and then they were eaten by a group of red-eyed demonic beasts. Now all this is happening in front of us. It was definitely the hardest predicament that the Bimonan Expeditionary Army had ever encountered!

And this huge tide of beasts has not stopped in the slightest, and the wave of demonic beasts rolling behind them is still advancing at an almost crazy speed, and they do not have the organizational discipline of an army. But there is a madness that no army can match. No one can explain clearly where these countless demonic beasts came from, some people have heard that some intelligent races among the southern barbarians are good at the art of driving beasts, but they only drive one or two beasts at most, how can they drive such a huge tide of beasts?

However, it is absolutely impossible to say that this beast tide that came out of nowhere has nothing to do with the southern barbarian coalition army, they have stopped escaping after making way for this beast tide in a hurry, and they all crossed their hands and watched coldly, not worried at all, obviously they already knew that this would happen. Seeing the soldiers of the Bimonan Expeditionary Army being overwhelmed by this beast tide, they couldn't have been happier.

"Haha, these grandsons didn't expect that, did they? Are they really able to fight the Red Blood Plains? It's so naïve!" a thick, pale green-skinned jungler was staring at the spectacular picture from a high slope. Seeing those Beamon orcs screaming at the ravages of the beast tide, he couldn't close his mouth with laughter.

This ugly-looking bushman with a scar on his left cheek that runs through the entire face is called Giggs, and in addition to being the chief of a large jungler tribe, he is now an important part of the high-ranking gate of the southern barbarian alliance, and one of the major decision-makers.

Seeing the chaotic picture on the Great Plains of Red Blood, Giggs felt that he had let out a vicious breath. In the past two days, the main force of the southern barbarian alliance army has been defeated and retreated helplessly by the Beamon South Expeditionary Army, and Giggs has long been eager to peel off the skin and bones of these Beamon orcs, and today his wish has finally come true, and it is more in place than he has in the phenomenon.

"How do these Bimon orcs know the secrets of our southern barbarians!?" Rooney, a Gaul leader next to Giggs, also grinned and said with a smile: "These Beamon fools have always thought that they are above us, and no matter what convenience, they have an indescribable superiority. After today, I'm going to see if they're crying or laughing!"

"You two don't say such meaningless cool words. This method makes the two of you think about it, and you can't think of it for the rest of your life. The other Thracian leader, Wharton, pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "We have a chance to turn defeat into victory, and that is thanks to our wise Lord Honoramayes." Only a wise man like him would be able to come up with such a precise plan. I never thought I'd smile and wipe the feces of the monster on my body, but I was lucky enough to be able to see all this, even if it was smeared with stinky feces, I would admit it!"

The group of Nanban on the hillside is all the members of the Southern Barbarian Alliance's high-ranking Mente, Wharton said. Everyone's eyes were on another figure who had been doing nothing. It was a very unique back, with a very distinctive Spartan helmet on his head, a golden spear in his right hand, and a large red cloak behind him fluttering with the wind of the bloody plains, and the sound of hunting. In addition to this helmet and cape, he wore only a pair of tight leather pants and a pair of animal leather boots. The muscles on his back are very well developed, shimmering like bronze, like a metal carving by a master's hand, giving people a sense of immediacy standing up to the sky.

"Yes! If it weren't for Lord Honoramayes, who had traveled thousands of miles to help. Save us from the fire of the water, I am afraid that we really can no longer hold the Great Plains of Red Blood, this kindness, I Giggs will never forget! As long as you speak, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I Giggs will not frown. Giggs also nodded again and again, the so-called drinking water thinks of the source, who is here to turn the tide. Giggs still knows it.

"Honorable Honorables arrived two days ago, but luckily it was the right time. If Lord Onomajes had been here early in the morning, where would the orcs have been able to show off their might? They thought that there were no heroes among us in the mountains of the south. They must pay a heavy price for their mistakes. Looking at the back of Honorayes, Rooney could not hide his admiration, and the eyes of this Gaul man sparkled with a strange look.

The protagonist of their discussion, the guy named Honoramayes, had indeed arrived from the tribe to the battlefield only two days earlier, and he was accompanied by only three hundred men from their tribe. This force may not even be a wave in the sea in the ranks of the huge Southern Barbarian Alliance, but no one dares to ignore these three hundred people, and Honorayes has also become the soul of the high-ranking Gate of the Southern Barbarian Alliance Army because of this seemingly inconspicuous force. Although he came late, he is definitely the center of attention now. His three hundred warriors were dressed in the same way as him, and they were quietly displayed under the hillside, each of them as if they were half of sculptures, with a sense of calm and mountain-like beauty.

Why didn't anyone dare to underestimate these three hundred? Because they were the Spartan wars, an ancient race of wisdom that had been passed down from time immemorial to the present day. In the current Pan-American continent, it is estimated that few people know about this intelligent race, but those who know about this race, whenever they mention it, can only give it a thumbs up.

The number of Spartan wars is very small, and so far all the Spartan wars on the entire continent combined, at most a few thousand. The tribe of Honorayes was the largest tribe of Spartan wars known to these southern barbarians, and just by listening to their names, you would know what kind of characters they were. The people of this race are natural warriors, and even the children of this race have the ability to crack the lion and tiger with their bare hands. Even if Honorayes only brought three hundred Spartan warriors, their combat effectiveness was definitely not inferior to those armies of thousands or even tens of thousands. If it is said that among the barbarians in the south, there are definitely not many intelligent races that can face the Bimon warriors who are known as unparalleled in the world, and the Spartan war clan is the most qualified among them. Moreover, the Spartan warriors of the Honoramajes tribe are all skilled in martial arts, and almost all of them have the strength of high-level warriors. Even if they were against those Beamon warriors who had comprehended the self-ferocity, they would definitely have the strength to fight.

If Honorayes only has the powerful combat power of his own people, then the leaders of these southern barbarian alliances will not regard him as the boss. Honorable among the barbarians of the South, Honorable Men of the First Wise Man, he could always think of a way to deal with the situation. For example, when the southern barbarian alliance was defeated and retreated by the Bimunan Expeditionary Army, Onomajes just arrived, and immediately turned the tide, and now it has become the Bimunan Crusade Army.

Using a lot of blood to lure all those demonic beasts in the surrounding mountains out of the hole, and then let yourself have the feces of high-level demonic beasts on the map, this plan sounds unimaginable, it is easy to say, but it is not easy to implement. But Honorayes did just that. And the effect is also clear at a glance. And such a vicious and ingenious plan, how can you think of it without a brain.

"As long as Lord Onomajes is here, we will definitely win, I have never been more sure of the direction of this battle than now, and it must be us who will have the last laugh!" Wharton's face was also full of blind confidence, he looked at the back of Onomayes and said: "If you want to compete with Lord Onomayes, I am afraid that the entire Beamon Empire is only the Leonardo who is called the demon man, and there is nothing else!"

"You've lifted me too high, I can't afford it. Honorayes, who had not spoken, finally spoke, but he still did not look back: "In the news you told me, there are also great people in the army of Beamon on the other side. Do you have any news from the Fifth War Zone? I really want to meet him ...... for a while" (To be continued.) )