Locke's inaction made Silk, who had been used to raising since childhood, feel the cold that froze through her heart for the first time, and this man's indifference to death made Silk afraid.

Unlike Silk, who pestered Locke and wanted him to send troops to fight, Xin, an older and more mature brother, when he saw that his father, brother and elders were in danger, he immediately called the only remaining elite of the gray wolf tribe, and rushed to support Singh and the others.

The hundreds of elite people led by Xin sank into this flesh mill of more than 10,000 people without even making a splash.

It is worth noting that after the elder brother Shuaijun set off, the little girl also turned over and followed silently.

Silk has good qualifications, or it may be that she was cultivated by Singer at a great cost, and she has the strength of a low-level squire at a young age, and her weapon is a redwood short bow, which is only an arm's length short bow, which is suitable for weaker women.

"Wouldn't it be too cruel for us to do this? At this time, the Sith, who was also watching the battlefield next to Locke, couldn't help but say.

He wasn't distressed by the loss of the gray wolf tribe, but he just felt a little emotional about what happened to the little girl.

Locke didn't answer Sith's words, and his gaze stayed on the five giant beasts on the battlefield that were nearly eight meters tall.

Their huge size gives them unparalleled strength, and the way they fight like the earth shaking the mountains makes every steppe person who is even a little close to them have to be careful whether they will be crushed to death by the giant palm that suddenly falls from the sky.

The platypus of the two gray wolf tribes had some more scars on their bodies, and the other three giant beasts of the Bloodblade tribe were also uncomfortable, this should be a variant of the lizard, and the scale armor on the body was torn apart by the two platypus in many places, and the legs of one of them were bleeding non-stop.

"The essence of the blood essence is the solid after the heart and blood of the giant beast has dried up, if you swallow the heart of the giant beast directly, I don't know what the effect will be. Locke licked his tongue unconsciously, looking at the five behemoths on the battlefield, as if he had seen five moving treasure troves.

The strength of the giant beast is generally assessed in the high-level demonic beast, this level of opponent, the average knight sees an absolute headache, even Locke before the promotion, with the posture of a quasi-knight, he is not very willing to fight against such a rough-skinned guy.

But now it's different, with the powerful cutting power of the official knight's fighting spirit, Locke can ignore the defenses of all creatures below the quasi-rank demonic beasts.

Seeing that the battle on the battlefield was almost underway, and the green grassland was dyed red to blood red at this time, Locke slowly raised his arm.

The Imperial army of 5,000 men instantly raised their shields and raised their spears at the command of their commanders.

"Drink!" The collective threatening voices of thousands of people made the people of the Bloody Blade Tribe and the Gray Wolf Tribe in battle collectively stunned.

"Attack the whole army!" Amid the long and vindictive howls of the Sith and the heralds of the Corps, the Ormor Imperial Corps finally began to sharpen their knives against the two medium-sized tribes of the Sakka Grassland, showing their unparalleled strength.

Ten thousand arrows were fired, and the imperial army used their actions to show the people of the savage steppes in the northwest frontier why the Omoor Empire could stand on the top of the continent.

Cool under the rain of arrows, each soldier can shoot three short arrows in two seconds through a quick crossbow hidden in the inside of his shield.

Fifteen thousand arrows are just an appetizer, and the subsequent torrent of iron armor is a nightmare for all those who resist.

In addition to these most common soldiers, the Empire

The strength of the fighting spirit mastered by the non-commissioned officers in the army is also much higher than that of the leaders of the gray wolf tribe.

The army of the O'Moore Empire is much richer than the four types of Faustin's four major legions, that is, people from civilian families, as long as they can climb up, they can get the right to choose more than a dozen kinds of fighting spirits.

Most of these fighting spirits are mediocre, they don't have any special abilities, and they don't have supporting combat skills, but since they can be selected by the empire to become the standard fighting spirit of the army, the comprehensive level of these fighting spirits can also be in the middle stream.

There are even a few kinds of fighting spirits, and according to Locke's current experience and experience, they are a few points better than the eagle fighting spirit he has cultivated.

In the final analysis, his Eagle Fighting Qi is just an ordinary Fighting Qi, and its only commendable flexibility is also dependent on the characteristics of the Wind Fighting Qi energy attribute itself.

Soldier to soldier, general to general, after all the soldiers walked neatly and crushed up, Locke also picked out a few of his opponents.

Higuain, the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe, will definitely not be able to run, this powerful middle-aged man, in the time since the beginning of the battle, has already slashed three high-ranking attendants of the Gray Wolf Tribe in a row, and the bloody and cruel methods are shocking.

The second is an elderly witch doctor who rivals a high-level magic apprentice, and the enemies he kills are not strong, but there are quite a few of them.

Magic has always been a weapon for harvesting life on the battlefield, and this is an indisputable fact, and nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around. Without a special strong person to deal with, it would be a disaster for such a magician to let go of his hands and feet.

Fortunately, most of the people who died were members of the gray wolf tribe, and Locke was not distressed.

In the end, one of the remaining two second-rank quasi-level powerhouses was dragged by Singel, and this guy's strength was not weak, and the quasi-rank powerhouses of the Blood Blade Tribe were killed by him, in Locke's opinion, it was only a matter of time.

The other was entangled by a group of powerhouses of the gray wolf tribe and a witch doctor who rivaled the intermediate magic apprentice.

"Hammer, you go help them, Sith, you just take care of yourself!" shouted to the man next to him, and Locke headed straight for Higuain.

Hammer is the commander of this Omore Imperial infantry regiment, quasi-knight, and Singer's strength, Locke does not communicate much with this person, and only rarely says a few words when he usually marches.

Sith didn't need Locke to say at this time, he had already hidden far away from pinching soft persimmons, and it was not too simple for him to save his life on the battlefield as a high-ranking squire.

The moment he was locked by Locke's spiritual power, Higuain suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the threat of death had never been so close to him.

Just now, a cavalryman with the strength of a middle-level attendant of the gray wolf tribe was split in half with men and horses, and at this time, Higuain was stunned by Locke's huge might.

The application of spiritual power is the most scoundrel and most effective way for formal knights to deal with knights below the first level, and the spiritual impact is learned by Locke without a teacher, the method is very simple, you only need to imagine it, gather your spiritual power into a spiral, and then aim at the target to stab it.

Higuain's stunned spirit only lasted for less than a second, but that was enough, and through the massive amount of fighting energy, Locke took Higuain directly with the most conspicuous flying posture of the official knights, like a deadly Grim Reaper.

Higuain, who had not experienced such a life-and-death scene for many years, suddenly remembered that when he was a child, it was a picture buried in the depths of memory.

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Under the flying grassland cave, a young man with a short blade, shivering from the cold, still biting his purple lip, endured the hunger in his shriveled stomach, and fearlessly faced the snow wolf who was a head taller than him.

"No !!" Higuain opened his eyes red, and shouted, his bloody voice and the fighting spirit that stimulated him to a complete state, just like facing the snow wolf decades ago, fearlessly rushing towards Locke who flew towards him.

"Oh?" Higuain's outburst surprised Locke a little, but that's all.

"It's a pity. Locke said in a voice that only he could hear, a cold iron sword unsheathed, facing such an opponent, Locke would give him a dignified death.

In the clash of lightning and fire, only the two parties present knew what was happening in that moment.

The strong, muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wound, but only halfway through the action, he stopped, and a dark red line of blood appeared on Higuain's jaw.

"Ho, ho......" Higuain wanted to say something, but all the qi in his chest leaked out to his neck, and he was dejected, and the hot blood splattered five meters high.

A generation of heroes, Higuain, who gained the dominance of the Bloodblade Tribe by force, died.

In the chaos of the battlefield, everyone was concentrating on their enemies, and only a few noticed that Higuain was killed by Locke.

Some of them are Higuain's most loyal and elite steppe rangers.

"Avenge the leader!" More than 100 prairie men who were close to Locke galloped towards Locke.

Higuain's death not only did not extinguish the morale of the gang, but only aroused their blood.

As an outsider, Locke didn't know much about the importance that the steppe people attached to loyalty and righteousness, and he didn't know much about Higuain's friendship with his men, but since these 'little guys' below the middle level usually came up to die, he didn't mind giving them a ride.

The wave of flesh and blood has set off again.

The whole battle, in fact, was already over when the Imperial Army joined and Locke killed the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the thrill of harvesting life, he was not a battle maniac, but this sense of superiority in controlling other people's lives and standing at a higher level was really good.

Nearly forty percent of the fighting energy in his body was consumed, and the result of the battle was that the hundred steppe rangers were reduced to corpses.

The wanton fighting spirit ruthlessly tore apart every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him, and within the scope of Locke's battle, ordinary soldiers, whether they were the Gray Wolf Tribe, the Blood Blade Tribe, or the Imperial Soldiers, all spontaneously bypassed a lot of space.

So much so that after Locke tore apart the last steppe ranger, he suddenly looked back and found that there was not a single enemy around, and everyone who was close to him was afraid of this murderer from the bottom of their hearts.

"The sudden surge of power causes the heart to be unable to keep up......" Locke had Angelina and other daughters, and was forced by Angelina and Grace to read a lot of books, understand a lot, and immediately analyze his current problems.

Seeing that the turmoil around him had not stopped, Locke frowned, unconsciously there were already many dead and wounded, and at least four thousand people were lying on the ground forever.

"It's time to finish!" Locke snorted coldly and flew towards the nearest would-be knight of the Bloodblade Tribe.

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