The unknown is the scariest thing.

After the baptism of artillery fire, although all the Nadot warriors on the harbor were wounded, they saw that the enemy's attack was not fatal, but they mustered up the courage of the Jedi to fight, clenched the weapons in their hands, and shouted in unison.

The blood of the soldiers was already boiling, and this was a good opportunity to fight back, but it was a pity that the supreme commander on the battlefield was new to the war, and he had a strong force, smelling the smell of iron and fire, and his mind was blank for a while.

Seeing Tu Mo's dazed expression, a man with four feathers on his head, a hideous face, and an old and spicy look showed a trace of contempt in the eyes of the sphinoid warrior, and he whispered, "Lord Tumo, you should hurry up and report to Your Majesty, there is a strong enemy attacking." Running out of the crowd.

"Warrior of Charge Yumaru!

The cannons of those iron ships can only hit the distance, rush into the sea, climb aboard the enemy's ships, and drink their blood, and the brave will be given the most powerful power by the gods, and the cowards who avoid the battle will only be decapitated in humiliation.

Nadorians charge, charge!" the sphinx roared as he landed on all fours and sprinted swiftly into the sea.

The bright feathers on the top of the warrior's head, stuck in the thick mane, gleamed in the rising sun.

"It's Lord 'Black Lion's Claw' Treasurer, charge, for the honor of 'Nador'...", a famous general on the battlefield naturally responded when the commander could not give an order, followed the feathers that swayed in the wind, and countless Nadot warriors who turned into monsters rushed wildly to the sea.

"Boom..."In the face of the brave charge of the Roumaru people, the Wuli fleet returned with an even more fierce artillery bombardment. At the same time, the steel doors on the deck of the battleship opened one by one, and hundreds of thousands of warriors armed to the teeth on the ferocious 'war partners' rushed to the side of the ship.

Most of the Nadot warriors who were running wildly saw that the enemy on the steel battleship was not a despicable landman but their own countrymen, and most of them couldn't help but slow down, and at the moment of their hesitation, the thousands of warrior leaders mixed with the Wuli expeditionary force keenly caught the fighter plane and unleashed the power of magic.

Blood-red vines slowly formed from the void and stood on the beach. Swaying the tough thorny branches, whipping every Nadot warrior who passed by. tearing their 'shells' apart and injecting poison into their bodies;

The sea rose silently into steam, and the samurai who scattered and expanded to the shore to envelop the charging warriors suddenly froze, creating a series of hideous ice sculptures;

The scorching flames broke through all restraints. erupting from the ground. Turned into magma. Devouring those who couldn't dodge, a burning scream resounded through the clouds... The spell of a Witch warrior leader may be inconspicuous in war, but when tens of thousands of casters attack at the same time. That power is not even underestimated by the gods.

"It's really not wrong to say that quantity becomes quality change," Standing on the towering lookout of a steam warship on the sea a kilometer away from Nador Port, Zhang Lisheng looked at the tragic battle situation in the distance, showing a sighing expression, "Although I underestimate the support of the alien 'faith' for the Nador warriors' will to fight, in the face of thousands of spellcasters, no matter how brave they are, they will not escape death. ”

"Those who offend your majesty can only be destroyed," a middle-aged indigenous warrior wearing a golden hoop on his head, with a strong physique and a majestic temperament, who stood beside the god Wu Li said respectfully, "But the power of the weapon called 'Shell' used by these 'Angry Sea Regions' warriors must not be underestimated.

If it was a battle of conquest in close combat, it would take at least five Witch warriors to defeat one of them. ”

"That's true," the young man nodded with a smile, "But the more powerful the 'Body' is, the stronger the 'Wu Li' war will be in the future."

Uruban, pass my order for the vanguard fleet to crush the Nador tribe as fast as possible, and erect a totem pole by noon at the latest. ”

"Yes, great deity. The commander of the 200,000-strong army under his command knelt on the ground and replied, turned around and jumped off the watchtower, at this time, with the cooperation of artillery and spells, the Yumaru people in the harbor had been cleared, and only a few dozen Nadorian warriors equipped with winged 'shells' were still dying.

In fact, the defeat had already destroyed the courage of these remnants, but the fearless pursuit of the Wuli Dragon Eagle warriors who had already risen into the air made them know that it was already a luxury to escape, so they stayed on the battlefield with the idea of dying together, wanting to kill one or two high-ranking warrior leaders in the enemy army as much as possible.

After receiving the order from the gods to attack quickly, the vanguard fleet quickly wiped out the flying 'flies', and then the battleships docked one by one, crushing the strange sealed ships of the Nador tribe to the bottom of the sea, and sending a steady stream of Wuli warriors to the harbor.

Armies poured into battle formations toward distant cities.

From the first bombardment to the capture of the port, it took less than ten minutes for the Wuli expeditionary force to storm the city while the Nadot army was still gathering and lining up after receiving the alarm.

Ignoring the black low-rise houses that lined up in a straight line to the end of the world, and the terrified Roushi people scattered around the wide streets, and their strange 'companions', the Wuli warriors began to rampant to hunt down all the humanoids they saw, and a fierce street battle began.

Unlike the powerful Hell tribes in other regions, which will always establish separate places and occupy more hunting grounds, the 'slave owner tribes' of the three islands of the Angry Waves all live in the ruins of ancient cities, and only by occupying more city ruins and ruling more slave tribes can the tribe be strong, and the size of the ancient city ruins that thrive is also the key to measuring the strength of the tribe.

The Nador tribe was originally a weak indigenous tribe to the west of Roumaru Island, barely occupying an ancient city with an area of no more than two or three square kilometers facing a canyon at its back, and controlling several slave tribes within a radius of thirty or forty kilometers.

A thousand years ago, a combination of volcanic eruptions, torrential rains, and tsunami shocks caused the Nadorians to be almost wiped out by natural disasters in the last days, and the hunting grounds of domination were reduced to a muddy ground, and the 'life' of the city was reduced to a dangerous level due to the defense against natural disasters.

Despite their 'husks', they were found to be completely self-defeating by other 'slave-owning tribes' with their remaining strength, and the Nadot warriors had no choice but to abandon their exploration of the lightly damaged areas of the interior, and venture into the direction where the disaster was more severe.

The goal of these clever ancient natives was the distant sea, where there was an endless supply of food enough to rejuvenate their 'city'.

In the end, the fruits of this expedition far exceeded the imagination of the Nadors, who not only saved their "city" by relying on the strength of their "shells", but also discovered the ruins of an ancient city that had been hit by huge waves and buried in the depths of the earth.

The 'ruins' are dozens of times larger than the 'city' where the Nadots lived, and more importantly, there is still a trace of life, that is, since then 'Nadot' has embarked on the road of glory, but unfortunately now this glory is about to be annihilated...

The strength of the 'Shell' was formidable, but the number of invading enemies and the unpredictable mana power of the enemy leader made the resistance of the Nadorian warriors futile.

Waving his claws and roaring angrily, he tore batch after batch of enemies to pieces with wind pressure, led thousands of strong warriors, and guarded the sphinoid monster with towering stone pillars in a square in the center of the city that was more than 100,000 square meters and the ground was as soft as fresh meat.

Taking advantage of the interval between the enemy's gathering strength, his face was hideous, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Tumo, go to the temple and bring the tribal annals to the Huoli Nan Mountains to find Adaru, and ask him to withdraw his troops back to the 'ancestral city' immediately."

Remember to tell Adalu not to take revenge, the enemy's strength is beyond the reach of Nador.

If these aliens continue to expand, then you will migrate to the depths of Roumaru Island in search of new 'ruins', and the gods will protect the Nadorians for survival. ”

"These lowly Hellburners riding furry spiders are no match for the Nadorian warriors, and I am willing to shed the last drop of blood for your tribe with you.

I am the heir of the King of the Black Lions, not a coward!" Retreating to the city, the young warrior who had been ashamed of his panic on the harbor and wanted to die no longer wanted to escape alone, roared loudly for the first time in front of his majestic father.

"Is the most terrifying animal on the island a black lion or a colony of man-eating ants," seeing that the enemy had gathered enough of them to form a battle formation and prepare to charge, King Nador slapped his young son to the ground with a single palm, "no wisdom and courage alone are just reckless fools."

Aria, Chinoru, with Tumo out of the city from the temple. ”

"Yes, my king. The two sphinoid giants, who had been guarding the Black Lion King's back during the battle, knelt down on one knee and replied briefly, then grabbed Tumo's arms without saying a word, and dragged the young warrior up.

"Father, only if you live 'Nador' will not perish, just like you said, 'no wisdom alone courage is just a reckless fool', the tribe needs you, you should leave, let me stay, let me stay here!" Tumo roared hoarsely as he walked towards Nador's totem pole.

The shout echoed through the strangely quiet square, drawing the gaze of many Nadot warriors to their towering king.

"Tumo, my dear son, as a descendant of the Black Lion King, you must always remember one thing," the king of the Nadot tribe, who was always solemn and solemn, turned his head and gave his youngest son the first and last smile, "The king of the Jumaru people, you can be stupid, but you must not retreat..." (To be continued......)

PS: The annual leave will resume normal updates at the end of the year, and the two shifts from Monday to Friday will be resumed after the fifteenth day of the first month, well, well, that's it