Just like the secret book that Ace gave to the swamp kobold tribe, it can transform the form of the race, transforming ordinary kobolds into swamp kobolds with crocodile tails and crocodile scales and can dive. (Watch it and watch ♀ the mobile version)

They went from centaurs to horseheads.

For 10,000 years, they slowly multiplied and spread in the direction of expansion in the Kalbes Mountains.

When Ace unified the entire swamp, they took refuge without hesitation.

Over the years, relying on sufficient food, only fifty or sixty thousand people were left to be killed by humans, and they grew rapidly.

Relying on the military merits obtained by not fearing death, in the past ten years, they have changed from 50,000 or 60,000 at the beginning to 3 million now.

The entire race has regained its prime.

Faced with the temptation to get everything if you get military merits, the only legend of the horsehead people made great efforts, so that 500,000 horseheads appeared in the queue of the expedition, instead of being logistics soldiers in the back, and they couldn't even see the shadow of military merits, and could only be driven as slaves at will.

Therefore, as soon as he climbed out of the tunnel, he didn't even dare to rest, and without hesitation, he took his army and kept moving in the direction of the burning campfire.

As a result, it was still a step too late.

"Boss, do we want to rush into a wave? Anyway, I have to bring a few military merits back. ”

"Otherwise, when the army arrives, we won't even have a chance to drink soup."

"Don't forget how those extraordinary legions bullied the small in order to grab military merits on the battlefield, and when they arrive, we can only smell the military merits."

Behind the horse-headed nobles, a second-order horse-headed hero wearing iron armor looked at the dense human army on the city wall, clenched the scimitar in his hand, and said with some hesitation.

Attacking a city, especially a castle that is already fully prepared, is not an easy task until there are four or five times the number of troops or a large number of transcendents.

In this wave of killing, all the 5,000 clansmen may have to stay here, and in exchange for a little more than a thousand military exploits.

The losses were too great, and the exchange ratio was quite unacceptable to the horse.

However, in the face of the reality that only those who have won military merits can have unlimited fertility and expand their race, it is quite a cost-effective behavior to exchange 5,000 horseheads for more than 1,000 military merits.

Anyway, whether it is a dark legend or a third-order nobleman, if there is such an opportunity, they will not let any of them go.

The horse-headed nobleman thought for a while, and said to the three horse-headed heroes behind him with some disappointment: "It's too late. ”

"Sieges need ladders, and we don't have time to build them."

The horse-headed nobles turned their heads to look at the distant mountains with a rumbling sound behind them, and saw dense armies of various races, desperately rushing forward with ghosts and wolves.

The original mountain path was densely packed, and many soldiers kept being squeezed down the hillside.

That crazy look, I'm afraid that it won't be long before I have to run in front of them.

That was not enough time to even hit the ladder.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

"Trolls, hurry up!"

"If it's too late, there will be no military merit, and you may be slaves for the rest of your life."

"With military merit, you are a slave owner, with military merit you are a nobleman, with military merit you are an extraordinary person, whatever you want, the whole race will thank you for the military merit."

"Rush."

On the crowded mountain path, a troll nobleman, relying on his fat and broad body, held a mace and desperately squeezed around, squeezing countless soldiers of the same dark race down the hillside one by one, opening up the way for his own soldiers.

Not only is he doing this, but some of the third-order dark nobles are also doing the same thing.

The whole scene was unusually chaotic.

Although chaotic, their speed is very fast, but it only takes ten minutes, and they are

Came to the castle and joined the army of the horseheads.

On the castle, the third-order human nobles looked at the dense army of the dark race that almost shrouded his sight.

Especially the dozen or so murderous dark nobles in front of them, their hearts couldn't help but beat.

Casually, his small castle with only 10,000 troops stationed in it welcomed an army of 70,000 and fourteen dark nobles.

As for the human legend who had just watched the play and the other dozen or so third-order nobles, they had already left the moment his battle was over.

The reason why they came here was to find out what the combat effectiveness of the Dragon Alliance army was, and knowing what the combat effectiveness was, they naturally left.

As for guarding this castle, it is his responsibility.

The above gave him a death order, and he could not retreat even a step before losing eighty percent of his troops.

After losing eighty percent, they withdrew to the surrounding mountains, joined up with some small troops stationed in the mountains, and continued to kill and wound the opposing army.

In short, it is to use all means to delay the opponent's attack speed and buy time for the blood sacrifice in the rear.

In order to test the opponent's combat effectiveness before, the troops had lost more than 2,000 troops, and now there are only more than 7,000 troops left.

Logically speaking, it can be kept.

But as soon as he remembered the opponent's desperate attitude on the battlefield before, he was a little unsure.

The other party is not only ordinary soldiers playing with their lives, those transcendents are also desperate one by one, and more than a dozen third-order nobles on the other side are not afraid of death, and he really can't stop it.

The third-order nobles of the human race were worried.

And the fourteen dark nobles below were arguing.

"The strength of our troll clan is the strongest, and I want five thousand human heads inside."

"The rest of you scum."

The four-meter-tall body of the troll nobleman lay on the ground and said angrily.

Just now, a weak third-order Minotaur nobleman, relying on his own military merits and about to become a thousand-commander, didn't take him seriously at all.

All the way through, squeezing him and his army down the hillside, and he did not dare to resist at all.

He was so angry that he wanted to cut the other party into a hundred pieces.

However, this can only be imagined, the other party's military merits are higher than him, the other party beats him, he can't fight back, although he doesn't have to listen to his orders, but the other party can humiliate him fiercely.

If he doesn't coax a little, he will be bullied to death.

Therefore, he now has a belly of fire, and his desire for military merit has reached the extreme, even if all the five thousand troops under his command die here, he will obtain a thousand military merits and make himself a thousand-commander.

"What do you want? The total number of human beings above is only 7,000, and you will need 5,000 for one, and Lao Tzu can only smell it. ”

"Gave you face, didn't you?"

An ogre with a five-meter-long axe in his hand slammed back without hesitation.

Then he said: "I want 3,000 for the military merits above, and the other 4,000 will belong to you." ”