"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock"

The drums of war clattered, and the chiefs of the tribe let out loud howls and roars, and the echoes of the ordinary Burkeso warriors shook the sky. The battle flags of the major tribes rattled and fluttered in the wind. The warriors of Bulkeso were painted with strange paints, and some were shirtless with tattoos of the tribe's coat of arms. It seems to be mocking the enemy on the opposite side

It's going to be a battle to the death, and people are going to die. But being a warrior of Bourkeso will not be sad or merciful. To forget the pain, to forget the past and the scars, is to forget yesterday

The scorching red sun rises high, and the sun shines through the mist-shrouded autumn forest, illuminating the dark and wet and cold nights. But the hearts of the warriors burned so hot, and every warrior of the major tribes faced death with contempt. Take an eternal oath to the Immortal King and the Valkyries, and every battle is the time to fulfill that promise! Let the bone dragons soar in the sky, the behemoths of the earth gallop, and the scorching magic seems to be able to burn the whole world, but the courage of the people of Bourkeso has already done all death, and what is more eternal than death will not disappear in this world. Men, women, children, widows and lonely have sharpened their weapons, and their hearts are strong and young

"Frostwolf Clan, forward!!For the sake of the Great Chief!!"

"Roar!"

"Warsong Clan, forward!!For the Immortal King!!"

"Roar!"

"Broken Hand Clan, forward!!With strength and glory!!"

"Roar!"

The howling roars of the chiefs echoed the heavens, and the roar of this battle would not cease until death. And when the eternal sun sets on the hills, I don't know if I can drive these damned undead into the sea. However, all the warriors of Bourkeso knew that the only thing that could stop the battle before it was over was death.

"Death, death, death!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Shouting the march trumpet of a single byte, the warriors of Bourkeso brandished their weapons and faced the coming battle with contempt and ecstasy. In order to carry their generally large weapons, the warriors of these Immortal Kings generally wore large rings or large animal bone shoulder armor, a pair of animal skin boots, and a large black iron chain belt. Regardless of men, women, and children, all those who can enter the battlefield are comrades-in-arms, wearing cloaks of their respective tribal emblems. Shamans will bring their own totems, but they will not prevent them from rushing to the front, and the chiefs will wear a traditional item of their respective families

Rushing into the seemingly boundless horde of zombies, these zombies are definitely not given for nothing, all of them are skeleton soldiers who know how to fight. What's more, there are powerful mages, but mages are basically meaningless to the Bourkesos, and even the bone dragons in the sky were killed by the Burkeso warriors who jumped up as they swooped.

On the logistical front in the distance, Captain Smith watched in amazement as he watched from afar how the most powerful army in human history rushed to the front line in ecstasy. As one of the commanders of Alice Phil's combined fleet of Naga fleets, he led his flagship with three warships and six cargo ships to deliver promised supplies to the Burkeso front in the north. No sooner had he reached the shores than he was surrounded by a terrible army of undead, who had crossed the sea as if they had come out of the ground with magic. And then...... Driven out to sea by a group of Bourkesos.

It's been two days since Captain Smith was delivering food to the North Coast front, and he was about to report on his duty when the army of the undead came back to attack. Because Cybertron, as the great chief of all Bourkesos, married the "ordinary human" Duchess Alice Fell, it was the first contact and intersection between southern humans and Bourkesos. This is also the first time that human civilization has recorded the way the Bourkeso fought people

Although it was not the first time that Smith had seen this kind of battle in the past two days, he was still deeply shocked and impressed by such a battle and momentum. He not only sighed, but also wrote such words in his diary.

[Never forget jì This kind of battle is never to go head-to-head with the people of Bourkeso. We fight because we are forced to take up arms, they fight because of an innate fanaticism for fighting. If they don't want to invade us, then we'll live the rest of our lives honestly. Every drop of their blood is willing to shed for battle, and their ancestors have survived by fighting, and they wonder whether it is the battle that creates their infinite power, or their endless power that changes the battle, just as words cannot describe the cruel bloody battlefield, pale and powerless. Our battles are also not comparable to those of the Burkesos, no less pale. 】

However, such an unprecedented legion of great warriors has become exhausted by endless attrition. Even a thousand skeletal soldiers in exchange for the death of a Bourkeso is worth it, because there is no end to the dead, and there is a cliff for the living.

The entire day of fighting began at sunrise and ended at sunset, and the last zombie soldier was also burned to the bone by the Fireblade Clan's flaming knives, burning out the blood and eventually burning into bone meal. The undead summoners who couldn't hold it were either killed or fled, and they had disappeared cleanly.

"Ahaha, power and glory, blood and thunder. For the sake of the tribe, win or die!!"

"For the Horde!!"

"For the Horde!!"

At the end of the battle, the battlefield was cleaned and the dead were fully counted, and the shamans prayed for the dead, asking the Valkyries to lead them to Avalon. The faint departure of the almost visible soul light from the body of the Bourkeso made Smith's heart tremble, because it was almost the same as the Holy Light's way of dying. The soul can be cleansed and seen with a physical eye, yet none of these people believe in the Light.

"It's time for me to leave when the fight is over. "Smith reported to the High Chiefs that his Marines numbered only a few dozen men, none of whom had participated in this earth-shattering battle. In his opinion, this was already a decisive battle that would change the fate of the country, but the people of Bourkeso lived this Sunday every day, as if it were a meal: "If there is any need, you can hurry up now, and our wife will do her best to do it." ”

"No, thank you very much for your help. Not...... Are these people really okay with volunteering, although I'm ...... too."

"Madame knows your situation in the North, and although you fight for everyone and for your own atonement, there are still some things that you can't do. These monsters are all signed up voluntarily, and they can eat here, so you don't have to think too much about it, they are just taking care of the wounded. Captain Smith knew that the other party was thinking about the more than 100 monsters sent here as support staff: "If you don't like it, I can take it away."

"We do need someone to take care of the wounded, and secondly, we do need some courage or something...... It's good for them to stay. Next time, you can bring more food. ”

"Okay, I'll tell Madame, the next shipment will be in half a month. Salute if we could still meet and salute the great warriors. As Admiral, Smith took off his hat with his military salute to pay his heartfelt respect to the [barbarians] in front of him.

"The descendants of the Immortal King certainly won't allow defeat. I forgot what blood I drank not long ago, and the character of remembering to eat or not to fight is very much in line with the barbarians, and it is Cybertron's father Yasin who is now temporarily acting for his son: "I always feel that the strength of these undead is much weaker, and they would have to be killed for a day and a night...... What's going on lately? Shall we cross the sea and kill on the other side of the sea?"

"......, Chieftain, can you tell me about it? I don't know much about land warfare."

"It's very simple, I feel that these undead are getting weaker, we are dying less, they are dying more, and our people are dying a little, but they seem to be powerless. Strange."

"This ...... That's good news!"

"But why? I don't know. "Tip: How to quickly search for the book you're looking for

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