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Relative to the cheers of the emperor's ** battalion. The orc camp was silent.

Sullivan, the young patriarch of the Silver Wolf Clan, rode his own war wolf and led his knights to slowly enter the camp.

At this time, the orcs on both sides of the road had already greeted them, intending to welcome these warriors who had come to reinforce without hesitation with enthusiastic cheers.

But at this time, they watched as the cavalry abandoned their besieged companions and fled back in disgrace, and all of them cast strange eyes and whispered incessantly.

"I heard that the Silver Wolf Cavalry is quite powerful, isn't it?"

"yes. In the past, I just heard that they fought this and that, and they were very majestic. ”

"Hmph, it turns out that they are just rats carrying guns, and they are lying in the nest. ”

"I really didn't expect it, these wolf cavalry turned out to be just bullying their own people, and as soon as they touched humans, they immediately peed their pants......"

"These cowards. ”

"Soft Egg ......"

The whisper, like a plague, flew and spread.

All sorts of whispered curses and taunts must have fallen on Sullivan's ears like sharp swords.

I heard the warriors behind me who were surrounded by the Terrans still shouting and fighting, even when death was coming, they still burst out with unyielding roars. He felt his heart almost like a knife, dripping with blood.

He couldn't help but clench the handle of the axe in his hand tightly. The green tendons on the hands that he held straight were bursting up, and his whole body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, trembling incessantly.

For a moment, he even wanted to roar angrily, and led his subordinates back to the army to rescue without hesitation, but seeing the powerful Emperor ** regiment, he had obviously expected this.

They prepared one step in advance, deliberately divided an elite cavalry, and immediately slashed not far away, preparing to meet the reinforcements from the camp immediately.

Looking at the human being who is in absolute superiority, even if he is an idiot, he knows that if he goes to reinforce at this time, it is just to treat those legions like vicious dogs as fat and eat them bite by bite.

The only thing Sullivan could do was to bow his head silently, but despite this, the screams and screams of his besieged companions, and the ridicule of the orcs in the camp, still penetrated his ears.

An unprecedented frustration hung over him, and at the same time, he was tormented by a strong sense of humiliation.

As one of the best warriors on the grassland, Young Patriarch Sullivan has never escaped whether he is facing roaring lions or ferocious wolves.

This time, he led the five thousand elites of the clan, and he was also high-spirited, thinking about making meritorious contributions and shocking the grassland.

But. Now, as soon as he left the division, before he had time to make a contribution greater than his fingernails, nearly 2,000 comrades-in-arms were bloodstained on the battlefield and were strewn in the field.

They were all excellent warriors on the prairie, and the reason why they died here in vain was all due to mistakes in their own command.

This qiē is your own responsibility!

His heart sank into deep remorse.

Under this kind of self-blame, seeing the sad and indignant eyes of the soldiers next to him, he also thought that he was accusing himself of incompetence, and he was so ashamed that he almost couldn't raise his head.

And at the same time, he also felt a deep shock in his heart!

The reason why there is such a heavy failure is the cause of this qiē......

The cause of this qiē is only a mistake.

Vichin and Torek had asked to capture the Terran scouts alive and then brainwash them back. And he killed them all.

It was just a mistake of this one, but then the army of the Terrans swarmed like wolves that smelled blood.

Outflank, magic attack, the front lure the enemy, and the rear is encircled...... One military action after another is interlocking and continuous. I didn't even have time to react, let alone fight back effectively.

As a result, under their constant blows. I can only be like a rabbit, running away, running away, running away without stopping.

And even this kind of escape must be extremely fast, as long as it is a little slower than half a step, these elite wolf cavalry will be surrounded and annihilated by them, and there will be no scum left.

This young half-orc no longer has the kind of empty eyes and invincible second ancestor majesty before the war, but is gray, and has been bowing his head in shame and saying nothing. It's like a lost dog

When Vichin and Torek saw this, their hearts moved slightly, and they sighed to themselves: This young man is really the same as he was at the beginning! The only difference is that he woke up too late. One misstep turned into a thousand years of hatred, and when I looked back and wanted to regret it, it was already too late, too late.

Thinking of this, he reached out and patted Sullivan's shoulder and comforted: "Young people, look away! Don't forget jì, we are facing ......."

Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the huge eagle banner in the direction of the human camp, and continued: "We are facing the 'Flying Eagle God of War' of the Empire! One of the greatest commanders of the Terrans.

Some people even commented that that man was the greatest commander of the Terrans, and there was no such 'one'. ”

Sullivan was shocked.

At the beginning, he led the army out with high spirits, and thought that the 'Flying Eagle God of War' or something was blown out by humans.

What can the powerless, delicate Terrans do? A single orc can easily defeat fifty humans.

What's more, now he still has five thousand silver wolf cavalry. You know, they are known as the elite of the elite in the prairie!

Don't look at those human beings, no matter how powerful the 'Flying Eagle God of War' blows. I'm afraid that as soon as Uncle Sullivan's banner arrives, he will immediately raise his hands and kneel down and beg for mercy.

What kind of god of war, maybe when he saw the five thousand silver wolf cavalry led by Uncle Sullivan, he was already frightened.

And now, after being taught a hard lesson by the Emperor's ** Regiment, he knows what terrifying strength this radiant name represents!

At this time, I listened to Vichin and Torek continue: "Under his command, the attack of the ** regiment of the emperor is like mercury leaking into the ground, and it is pervasive.

They are like the most ferocious wolves in the savannah, and if they catch the slightest weakness, they will immediately besiege them.

As a commander, it is important to remember that there is absolutely no negligence.

Sullivan, let's just buy a lesson!"

"Lesson ???" Sullivan's heart was gloomy, he raised his head and hissed: "My two thousand elite cavalry, just to buy a lesson." ”

Vichin and Torek had bitter faces and said, "Two thousand cavalry, you can buy a lesson." Let you put away your arrogance and know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. That's already good. ”

Sullivan saw a wry smile on his face. was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the patriarch in front of him had lost all his old money, and he had bought a lesson. In contrast, he only lost half of his cavalry, which was already a great blessing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long breath. Although it felt a little strange, it was undeniable that he felt much better.

But then, when he realized the feeling, he felt a little ashamed of it.

He didn't know. This is also the instinct of all intelligent beings. As long as you see someone who is more unfortunate than you, then relatively speaking, you will feel more comfortable.

When Vichin and Torek saw the changing expression on Sullivan's face, they wondered what the young man was thinking.

But after a catastrophe and such a tragic price, he is now much more mature, and he is no longer the patriarch he used to be, arrogant and domineering, and cannot tolerate the slightest contempt of others.

Therefore, although Vichin and Torek still had some scorn on their faces, they immediately put it into laughter, and when they raised their heads again, their faces were already calm and clear, and they no longer paid attention to it.

At this time, the chiefs, chiefs, and priests who had been holding an emergency meeting in the tent also received the news.

In any case, this is five thousand elite silver wolf cavalry, and it is a powerful force that cannot be ignored, so all the bigwigs came out to greet them.

Patriarch Paklingen, who thought that he was now the most powerful and had the best hope of becoming the commander of the Allied forces, was unceremoniously one step ahead and at the forefront.

Beside him, the Dural patriarch of the Bar-Lev tribe, although he was a half-orc, had not read great works such as the politics of mankind.

However, with his rich experience in struggle for many years, he also deeply knows that politics has nothing to do. It's like when walking, who walks first. When standing, who is in ,...... And so on, the subtle trivialities of this department can best express who is the leader and who really has the right to speak.

Therefore, he also showed no signs of weakness, and from time to time he took one step or two to get ahead of Parklingen.

And beside them, the chief of Balindona of the Tervar tribe, though he was one step behind, was secretly walking beside them, stumbling on them.

As long as whoever wants to take the lead goes the extra mile. He would immediately appear loyal, follow the man closely, and then use his big foot to step on the heel of the other man's heel, dragging them back.

Sullivan saw that all the bigwigs came out, hesitated for a moment, according to his father's explanation before coming, at this time, the young patriarch should be standing on top of the wolf warrior, and talking to the bigwigs condescendingly as a half-orc savior.

But now as soon as he came out of the battle, he didn't catch the fart, and he was beaten by the emperor's ** regiment, and he lost his sharpness, and it is estimated that if he poses there again and pretends to be a cow 13, maybe the big guy will stomp on the cow dung heap that he has saved for three months, and then drag the stinky shoes and smoke himself to death with the soles of his shoes.

Therefore, he immediately made a decision, jumped off his wolf warrior, but only jumped down, and then stood in place, looking at them coldly, waiting for the other party to come to meet him.

This gesture still needs to be sufficient. His current actions represent the silver wolf clan, and he can't be careless at all.

As a Di tribe and a country, attitude is always a manifestation of strength.

No matter what the situation, you must be tough enough. If you are too rushed, you will be a weak cousin, and you will be considered by others as not strong enough, and you will be looked at by them. Then do everything you can to take advantage of yourself.

In this cruel world where the weak eat the strong, once the appearance is weak, it will be targeted by other fierce beasts, and in the end, there is only one way to die.

By this time, Parklingen had come closer.

He stretched out his hands, his wrinkled old face full of false smiles, and strode over.

No matter how far Sullivan was away, he could feel the enthusiasm coming from him.

Parklin was far away, and he was already shouting at the top of his voice, "Is it my lovely Sullivan? Quick, let Uncle Parker see how big you are now?"

His voice was extremely high, and it spread far away in the camp, as if he was afraid that others would not know about his intimate relationship with the Silver Wolf Clan.

Dural, the patriarch of the Bar-Lev clan next to him, also took a step forward, grabbed Sullivan's hand, and said, "As soon as we received the news, we hurried out. You've had a hard fight with the Terran pups.

I've dealt with them, and they're like mad dogs. As soon as they bite into it, they will bring down a large piece of bloody meat.

How's it going, are you hurt?

As he spoke, he looked him up and down vigorously. It's as if he's Sullivan's godfather - because his own father is often not so considerate and affectionate.

What he said was very level. first cared for him enthusiastically, and then unabashedly violent**, saying that he had also suffered losses from Lorraine, so that the other party felt that they had a common language. All of a sudden, the distance was narrowed.

Sure enough, Sullivan was already moved to the point of tears. The original frustration and humiliation are almost gone.

Yes, Vichin and Torek are also steppe eagles, the heroes of a generation, but they were completely wiped out by that man. Dural is also known as the 'Red Fox' and cunning, even they have suffered the loss of that person, compared to the fact that he only lost less than 2,000 people, which is nothing at all.

Even said, if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and commanded properly, maybe the whole army would have been wrapped in leeks and carrots pizza stuffed with half-orcs.

Thinking of this, he almost felt a little complacent, as if he had just fought not a defeat, but a victory.

Immediately afterwards, the chief of Balindona of the Terwar tribe also came over, and immediately complained, "Why didn't you say hello in advance when you came this time? So, so why don't you have a response? Look, what's the result?"

Under the gentle words and comfort of the two bigwigs, the trauma in Sullivan's heart had just improved a little, and when he listened to Balindo's cool words, he felt as if he had been torn apart with a vice, and it was a huge pain.

There was a flash of fire in his eyes, but before Balindo could realize it, he lowered his head again.

Although the other two patriarchs just said affectionately as if they had smeared mi, in fact, Balindona was the closest to the Silver Wolf Clan. Therefore, he came up to complain about the old and betrayed the old, and Sullivan couldn't say anything.

But the young patriarch quietly took half a step back and distanced himself from Balindona.

The two people next to him looked at each other, exchanged glances at the moment, and at the same time made a comment on Sullivan: narrow-minded, young and vigorous, and ignorant, he is a shallow person who is completely inadequate!

At the same time, they also became more affectionate, and kept greeting Sullivan.

Balindona was also keenly aware of this situation, but he didn't say anything at the moment, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Because his relationship with the Silver Wolf Clan is indeed very good, but compared to this young patriarch Sullivan, he likes the other young patriarch of the Silver Wolf Clan even more, the Silver Wolf Clan Patriarch Card, who was a little younger than the one born to his sister.

At this time, the rest of the patriarch shamans next to him also gathered around, greeting and inquiring incessantly.

In contrast, they are more concerned with practical issues.

Something like 'Are there any other reinforcements?', 'I've seen a few emperors' ** team all the way', 'How did you get here, their legions are not tightly surrounded'......

It's just that everyone is an old man, and when they speak, they won't be so direct, just knock on the side, but Sullivan doesn't doubt him, and they all answer one by one at the moment.

When everyone heard that the emperor on the west side was not strong, and he could come over very lightly, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then he exchanged meaningful glances with his cronies and friends.

Although it is not explicitly stated, everyone understands the meaning - the defense on the west side is not strict, and if we really can't beat it when the time comes, we can take our wives and children, lead the old sow, and escape from there!

Everyone got the information as they wished, and they all politely expressed their condolences to Sullivan at the moment.

What 'it doesn't matter anymore', 'you must be engaged in the face of that person.' Otherwise, you will suffer. ’

At this time, Parklingen also coughed lightly and said, "Sullivan, you can't blame us this time." Although we also received the news in advance and were aware of the movements of those Terran dogs, we ......"

At this time, he heard a voice unceremoniously interrupt him, saying: "Since you have sensed the enemy's movement and also seen our flag, why don't you send troops to the rescue." If you are flanked from both sides, maybe it will be those Terran cavalry who are surrounded now. It's time for them to cry!"

Parklingen was secretly happy at the moment. The reason why he mentioned this matter was because he wanted this sentence.

He slapped his thigh and said, "yes! There are still people who understand. Why didn't we send troops to reinforce it, it's not because everyone is pulling each other back, this looks like it's about to burn their eyebrows, and the result is that the alliance leader has not been elected yet!

You're just here to talk nonsense!

You say, if I had become the leader of the alliance, I would have sent troops out to reinforce it at the first time......"

He looked up as he spoke. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "Vichin and Torek?"

The people next to him were also in an uproar at the moment.

Vichin and Torek now came out of the crowd.

He looked at everyone coldly and said, "There is no alliance leader, my alliance leader is here, what else do you choose?"