Buzz Buzz Buzz ............

The hum of the chainsaw sword sounded in the silence of the battlefield, and the surrendered beasts who fell to their knees with their hands raised and surrendered to the ground felt their hair explode and tremble as soon as they heard the hum of the chainsaw sword, as if every muscle did not belong to them.

In just half an hour, they watched as the fireballs and ice spears of the powerful Warcraft nobles were split apart by this strange-looking and noise-making weapon.

Another long barrel-shaped weapon made a deafening thud, tearing apart the flesh of their companions and those of the Warcraft nobles.

They wanted to run but found that the back road had already been cut off, and they looked bigger, thicker, and more numerous than each other, but they just lost.

Many of the surrendered beastmen shuddered subconsciously when they raised their heads and looked at the Astral Knights in heavy metal armor, and the bloody, cruel, and violent scene had turned into the heaviest shadow that reflected in the depths of their hearts.

The forest was razed to the ground, and there were huge trees shattered by bombs, and grass was messed up under the blades wielded by the chainsaw sword, and the slash marks were like children's graffiti, splitting the whole land into a mess.

The arrogant, invincible Beastmen nobles have been beaten into a puddle of flesh, and the remaining skulls can be seen in their eyes of the arrogance and the true fear of their enemies.

As he looked at the rows of large beastmen crouching down with their heads in their hands, Paton touched his helmet.

"It's possible that we think too highly of them, they are really big and they are passable in terms of strength, but the weapons they use are really too backward."

These were his thoughts, and those beastmen were tall enough to be tall enough though they didn't see much through their helmets.

Patton was afraid that the other party would come up with some unprecedented and strange ability, and he would be full of fire as soon as he came up, but he never thought that their attack would be like a raging wind tearing a piece of rags.

The other party was completely drifting in the wind and then being torn to shreds.

The metal faces of the other Astral Knight recruits behind their helmets also showed frustration, no way, the opponent is too weak, the internal military merit statistics system of the Achilles warriors is very strict, and each helmet is connected with special runes responsible for recording the number of kills and the quality of the enemy.

That's all these beasts and orcs, hehe, their leaders, the monsters who ride on the big lizards.

To put it bluntly, Achilles warriors are special construct puppets that specialize in defense and strength, and have weapons to assist in attack, and they are all targeting first-level lifeforms, and it is really too easy to deal with those second-level apprentice-level Warcraft beastmen.

Paton looked at it, a little frustrated, but still holding on to his post, and shook his head as he carefully cleaned the battlefield of the Star Knights, and casually pulled a rope enchanted with tenacity and contraction runes.

"Come with me and see how the Warband Leader executes you............"

Paton tugged at the rope, and one by one the beastmen stood up obediently, but looking at their blank eyes and trembling hair, it was Paton who slapped his helmet, and he suddenly remembered.

"Oh yes, you don't understand, it's a weak ............"

I can't even understand human speech.

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Temporary command center

At a makeshift command position, Willix, as the commander of the battle group, was talking with a company commander and the priests about the next strategic deployment.

Around them, the auxiliary base puppets responsible for the construction of the project are rapidly building a position system made of special metals, and have begun to quickly deploy heavy magic crystal artillery.

The piloting Astral Knight starts to drive the tank, and the Field Tank begins to quickly transition to Battlefield mode, while the Light and Heavy Tank, Hovering Tank, and so on begin to slowly advance outward, widening the battlefield as much as possible and preparing for all the contingencies that may arise next.

Knock knock knock............

Heavy footsteps came from outside, and an Astral Knight veteran with two gold stars on his chest pushed open the metal door and walked in.

"What's the matter?"

Willix said without looking up, as he pointed his finger at a certain mountain range, and the other two priests adjusted the data for this mountain range and made their own suggestions.

The veteran looked up and shouted at Willix.

"Commander! A reconnaissance team has arrested the orcs at the bottom of the local civilization system, and according to the leader's description, the orcs and the orcs are relatively low! ”

Oh?

Willix raised his head, he didn't expect that the reconnaissance team that had just dispersed had already mastered it, and he also thought that the Warcraft were weaker.

Willix's gaze affected the company commander next to him, and the company commander hurriedly stood up straight and said in a deep voice.

"Commander, every reconnaissance team leader I have chosen is a battle-hardened warrior, and they are all veterans of the Astral Knight Warband."

The implication of his words is that what the team leader he chose must have a basis and be reliable.

Bang Dang!

After hearing this, Willix turned around and walked out of the command center, and the chairs next to him were knocked to the ground by his huge body, making a screeching sound.

In that case, let's take a good look at it, no matter how good the enemy's data is, it can't be compared to seeing it with your own eyes.

As soon as he went out, Willix saw the leader of the reconnaissance team not far away, and even saw the two medals hanging in front of the team leader.

Very nice young man, with two Medals of Honor at a young age, he may be able to have a better position in the warband in the future.

Nodding at Paton, Willix came to a minotaur.

This is a typical buffalo, a minotaur, with crescent-like horns, blue-black skin, very powerful muscles and a head, two and a half meters tall, looking majestic, looking like a muscular man, but the meekness and fear revealed in his eyes have completely betrayed his mentality.

Willix reached out and grabbed the minotaur's neck and lifted him up, and he probed the minotaur's physical condition and strength through the flow of blood, the trembling of his muscles, and the perception of his heart rate and palm runes.

Well, it's really weak, it's just a shelf, the strength seems to be barely passable, and the musculature is not suitable for long runs.

It is suitable for being in charge of planting in the rear, but in a large-scale battlefield, it can only be used to bluff people.

This is Willix's final assessment of the Minotaur.

After probing these big beastmen one by one, Willix probably knew what to expect, and after learning about the strength of the Beastmen through Paton's description, Willix felt that the tactics of their battle group should be adjusted.

He was a little disappointed that the enemy was not as powerful as he thought.

(End of chapter)