Luojia Mountains, Cumulus Mountains, Iron Hoof Tribe.

In the early morning, before the sky was completely bright, the square sounded loudly and loudly.

The heavy steel plate armor, a bright long-handled battle axe, and the standard equipment of the Keitel Minotaur are fully armed, which sets off the already tall Minotaur even more powerful.

At a glance, the cold steel plate armor shimmered with a heavy breath in the sunlight, coupled with the majestic body of the minotaur, like a group of metal fortresses. The bright long-handled battle axe, reflecting the sharp cold light of the cold light, resembled a storm of metal, as if it was about to cut off the head of the invading enemy.

As one of the ten major tribes of the Kettel tribe, the Iron Hoof tribe has a rich history, and the patriarch has been promoted to the ancestor of the empire, which is even more prestigious. Especially after cultivating the three-body form adapted by Ye Han, the people here are physically stronger and more powerful, and they are not much stronger than other tribes.

The entire tribe is thriving, and it won't be long before it will become the center of the Kettels, and the Minotaur Presbyterian Council will no longer be able to govern here.

In this invasion of the great enemy, the empire has reached an important moment of life and death, and the minotaurs, who have always been the vanguard of the battlefield, naturally do not dare to lag behind, and have gathered to fight, ready to deal a heavy blow to the invaders.

The majestic procession was surrounded by young children and women, and in a majestic and heavy atmosphere, the usually cheerful children stopped frolicking and looked for their father in the crowd with adoring eyes. And the women of the tribe also have serious expressions, only when no one sees them, they will shed some tears, but in front of people, they look firmly supportive.

The Beamon orcs were never afraid of death, never afraid of war, and in ancient times, they overcame obstacles and created a great empire in the Western Wilderness Continent, the mainstream of the Anthropocene. has experienced countless difficulties and disasters, and there are even more human empires around them. The tenacity of the ancestors of the empire who was not afraid of hardships and dangers and dared to fight was passed on to them, and even in the face of difficult difficulties, they would hold their heads high and would not succumb to anyone's provocation.

In front of the expedition team, several tribal elders stood impressively, looking at the majestic army behind them, and their faces couldn't help but have an extremely relieved expression.

This is my tribe. These are my people.

"Great Elder, I will leave it to you for this expedition. The elder who stayed behind said respectfully to the wind.

The tribal patriarch should have gone out rashly with an army, but Rayleigh is now in a different position, he has become the ancestor of the empire, and it is impossible to reside in the tribe, and most of the things have been handed over to the great elder Feng Su to deal with, and the other elders assist. Therefore, this expedition was commanded by the Great Elder Feng Xu.

Feng Su nodded, looking at the strong fellow clansmen, a trace of sadness welling up in the depths of his eyes.

"Such a big fight. I don't know how many people will return!"

This is the cruelty of war, unless you go beyond the realm of the Void Secret Energy Dao, no matter how strong a person is, it will not have much effect on the battlefield. After all, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions of wars. The strength of an individual is incomparably small.

In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged minotaur with gray hair, one of the horns was only half broken, and a one-eyed patch was silently looking at the team.

When he went out on the expedition, he was as strong and mighty as these people, but after a war......

couldn't help but stroke the half-cut horn with his hand, and the unicorn minotaur Hunter's silent words revealed a desolate blessing.

"Pledge all of you to return to this land. ”

As time passed, everyone could feel a heavy atmosphere slowly increase, as if a stone had been blocked in their chest, blocking their breathing and becoming extremely unobstructed.

Great Elder Feng Fu glanced up at the bright sky, and his high-pitched and bright voice suddenly sounded, and he waved his big arm.

"Expedition!"

"Knock! knock!"

"Expedition! Expedition! Expedition!"

The tomahawk slammed against the ground, the heavy sound turned into a majestic roar, and the neat army marched out into the distance.

......

In the entire Beamon Empire, countless tribes are like the Iron Hoof Tribe, gathering one after another to fight, and the edifice will collapse and the eggs will fall.

If there is no empire, countless tribes will have no meaning to exist, and all orcs will only become meat under the enemy's steel sword, or become slaves of others, and then it will be too late.

This time, the empire issued a general mobilization order, every race, every tribe, is all mobilized, all men of the right age, must join the army to fight, the huge imperial war machine is in full swing.

Swift teams of wolf cavalry, quickly interspersed with harassment, disrupting the ranks of the human army. The flying races that come and go like the wind, with the Golden-winged Peng Clan and the Swan Clan as the main forces, scout the news.

The imperial royal city of Campas del Shendu, with the Imperial Forbidden Army as the main force, the Beast Emperor personally commanded the army, the Rhine Lion Clan, the Tiger Clan led the eight main battle races, as well as hundreds of small races, tens of thousands of tribal armies, gathered into a mighty army, set off towards the battlefield where the sun never sets, and there is a full-scale war with the human army.

......

Although several major empires sent troops together this time, they did not dare to disperse and attack, obviously they also understood the strength of the Beamon Empire, and from the very beginning, they hugged together, and several armies marched together, not daring to take the lead alone, for fear of attracting the attention of the Beamon orcs and destroying the army alone.

The army of the Divine Light Empire is in the center, the army of the Dark Alliance Kingdom is on the right, and the armies of the other human empires are on the left, and at the same time they are heading towards the battlefield on which the sun never sets.

The extremely tense atmosphere solidified in the air, turning into layers of thick dark clouds, as if to cover the heavens and the earth, and the entire Western Wilderness Continent fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at this place tightly, waiting for the results of this war that was rare for hundreds of years.

Regardless of which side wins, it will change the pattern of the entire Western Wilderness Continent.

If the human side wins, then the Western Wilderness Continent will inevitably become the world of the Human Alliance, and the Beamon Empire will be divided. And if the Beamon Empire wins, the orcs will inevitably expand their territory outward, and the extension of the scope of the power is secondary, the key is that the impact it has is enough to benefit the orc wasteland in the next few decades, and it can also deter all directions, and there is no power to dare to act rashly, these are the power of the victor.

......

didn't let everyone wait too long, and only half a month later, tens of millions of troops on both sides gathered on the battlefield where the sun never sets, on a blood-colored plain.

Under the sunlight, the ground beneath his feet was a dark red, as if it were stained red with blood. As far as the eye can see, the entire plain is extremely vast, and even tens of millions of troops on both sides only occupy a small part of the plain.

There has always been a legend in this blood-colored plain that the reason why the ground is the color of blood is because in ancient times, there were gods who died here, and the blood seeped into the ground, becoming this blood-colored plain rendered by blood.

Of course, this is just a rumor, and even the blood of the gods can hardly dye the entire plain a bloody dark red. And there have been many great battles here, and countless soldiers have scattered their blood here, if all the blood is collected, I am afraid that it will become a rushing river of blood, and maybe it will eventually be able to converge into a bloody sea.

And right here, tens of millions of troops confronted each other, the two major races of the conflict were filled with too much hatred, and the cold gazes in the eyes of both sides, as if they were going to kill each other, passed through the air, collided with each other, and sparked bright sparks.

A lot of extremely heavy and extremely oppressive breath diffused in the air, as if even the sky was imprisoned, as if it had formed a complete solid like the earth, pressed on the body, making people feel an incomparably heavy feeling, as if even the soul felt this incomparable pressure.

Roar, roar, roar!

With the passage of time, the breath of Jin Ge Iron Horse surged from the bodies of the armies on both sides, maybe the strength of one person is very limited, but millions, tens of millions of troops gathered together, that terrible momentum, suddenly stirred the wind and waves, so that the whole sky shook, the wind swept, under the bright sky, I was afraid of chaos.

Before a flock of birds could react, they let out a wail, fainted in shock, and fell from the sky.

The fighting spirit became more and more intense, and many people's blood was boiling, and slowly a trace of blood surged from the depths of their eyes, and the roar of 'killing' echoed on the battlefield.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun reached its highest point, but the sky was still covered with dark clouds, and the sky was gloomy with icy coolness.

Whining!

Suddenly, a low but distant horn pierced through the layers of space, echoing across the entire Scarlet Plains, and reaching everyone's ears.

This is the clarion call for sorties!

Whoa!

The strong and burly Keitel Minotaur took a big stride, and the heavy metal plate armor on his body sounded a collision sound, and other warriors of the rhinoceros clan, the giant ape clan and other equally strong bodies formed the first line of battle and slowly moved forward.

"The great beast god Kampas, bestow upon your faithful followers endless glory and brilliance, inspire them with your bravery, defeat the enemies in front of them, and let the victory belong to the great kingdom of Beamon forever!"

The long voice of the tribal shaman, as if it possessed some kind of magical power, soothed the awe in his heart, and was filled with infinite surges, and one after another blessed totems emerged in the sky, and various auras blessed his body.

On both sides of the frontal army, the overwhelming orc cavalry with the main body of wolf cavalry roared and shuttled, sprinting towards the human formation.

Light blessings, dark blessings, constantly flickering, and the human army seems to be ready to finish, and it is facing the army of the Beamon Empire.

A battle is about to break out!

...... (To be continued......)

PS: Make up for yesterday's second update, and there are two more.