Now the Bloodblade Tribe is still fighting on the battlefield, and it is the tribal leaders above the mid-level squire that after the death of the leader Higuain, the Bloodblade Tribe did not usher in the rout that Locke imagined.

Like a killer hidden in the dark, under the high-speed movement, except for some high-level squires and witch doctors who rivaled the intermediate magic apprentices who could see Locke's move, the remaining ordinary grassland people could only watch their compatriots die one by one.

Cutting down a high-ranking squire-level steppe man again, Locke began to look for his next target.

The agility and speed of the eagle's fighting spirit made Locke feel like a fish in water on the battlefield, and no one could withstand his blow.

"That guy named Higuain is also a bit capable", if one person resisted Locke's blow, Higuain, the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe, counted one, but he resisted with his own life.

If you look closely, you will find that when Locke collided with Higuain's sword before, the subtleties of Locke's cold iron longsword were slightly curled.

After all, it is a long sword suitable for the knight squire stage, and Locke, who has been promoted to a full knight, needs to find a long sword for his identity after this battle, and so does the armor.

The battle lasted for an afternoon, and in the final stage, in order to suppress the resistance of the Bloodblade tribesmen as soon as possible, Locke decisively summoned the scorpion dragon Fermo from the spatial flute.

Since Locke was promoted to a formal knight, under the synchronization of the spiritual power contract, Fei Mo has also obtained a lot of benefits, and after waking up from two months of sleep, although Fei Mo has not been directly promoted to a rank of demonic beasts, he has also stood at the peak of the quasi-rank demonic beasts.

Fei Mo, who was only one layer of window paper left from the Rank Demon Beast, had to fight with Locke's current strength, and it would take a lot of effort.

Eight meters away, approaching nine meters in height, Fei Mo was already larger than his scorpion dragon brothers and sisters, on par with his parents, the scorpion dragon lord Adamlis and his wife.

Adamlis was about fifteen meters tall, while his mate Shiva was about twelve meters tall.

The appearance of the scorpion dragon directly broke up the formation of the Bloodblade tribesmen.

Warcraft also exist on the prairie, and because of the limitations of grassland species and the environment, high-level Warcraft are not known for their size.

With Fei Mo's physique, he has surpassed the giant beasts raised by the steppe people.

High-level Warcraft are not necessarily huge, but they are generally all high-level Warcraft, which is the screening of the law of the jungle and the direction of passive evolution of Warcraft.

Before he could release his evil qi, just standing there, the huge scorpion dragon had crushed the last courage of the Bloodblade tribesmen.

The drawbacks of a thousand miles and a collapse of the army, and the lack of strict militarized training, were fully manifested at this time.

Countless people of the Bloodblade Tribe, leaving behind the dead and wounded, rushed to flee.

As Locke continued to hunt down the Bloodblade Tribe's must-kill list, he gave Fermo an order to kill the beasts.

The behemoths of the three-headed Bloodblade Tribe and the behemoths of the two-headed Gray Wolf Tribe had dozens of scratches and bite wounds left on each behemoth after an afternoon of fighting, and their combat ability had dropped even more.

In the face of the menacing scorpion dragon, the lizard behemoth of the three-headed Bloodblade Tribe left behind its last sorrowful scream.

Fei Mo, who was promoted by Locke's mental power, became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, his wisdom also improved a lot.

The narrow dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and when Fei Mo collided with ten thousand forces, his body 'inadvertently' scraped the friendly soldier, a platypus that was the most seriously injured.

"Hiss~!!"

"Ga! Ga~~"

The platypus and the one that was bumped into by Fermo

The lizard beast let out a heart-rending scream.

Before the remaining two lizard beasts could make any move, a ball of dark energy with incredible energy fluctuations converged in the scorpion dragon's mouth and shot towards the lizard beast closest to it.

The giant beast domesticated by the steppe people, in the final analysis, is a creature that has not comprehended the power of the elements, and its strength is assessed as a high-level, but it is not necessarily an opponent of a high-level demonic beast, not to mention that Fei Mo is not a high-level demonic beast.

It is unknown whether they will be able to pose a threat to the manticores after a terrible battle.

......

The remnant sun in the west refused to dissipate, and the whole prairie was immersed in a rich red background.

Under the joint strangulation of the Gray Wolf Tribe and the Omore Imperial Army, less than 4,000 people were alive, and the remaining 30,000 old and weak women and children were also killed, and the red-eyed gray wolf tribesmen were also killed, affecting nearly 6,000 people.

This made the Bloodblade Tribe plummet from a medium-sized tribe with a thin reputation on the Sakka grassland to a third-rate, without a strong leader, without a strong enough young and middle-aged clansmen, it was still a question whether the old and weak of the Bloodblade tribe could survive this winter.

Compared to the miserable Bloodblade Tribe, the Gray Wolf Tribe is slightly better, and Singhal's original move to preserve his strength and only send half of his clan to fight is simply a wise move.

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, how can the people of the O'Mor Empire really help their clan, that indifferent and terrifying first-class knight has left a deep impression on the people of the gray wolf tribe.

Although the people of the gray wolf tribe with bright brains knew that they had been pitted by the Omoor, they were as if nothing was wrong when they met.

"Locke Knight, thank you for your help, here is most of the treasure of the Bloodblade Tribe!" Leader Singal smiled as he pulled Locke to a stacked wooden chest.

There are two chests of yellow-orange-orange gold, five chests of precious silverware, and some strange antique-like items, with a strong grassland folk flavor.

Most of the steppe people are honest, and the boxes containing things are two meters wide and one meter high, which is bigger than the treasure chests that Locke has ever seen.

For honest people, Locke naturally can't do it, in the twitch of the corner of Singel's eyes, Locke took away two boxes of gold and four boxes of silverware, and he still has a little bottom line, at least leaving a box of silverware for the gray wolf tribe.

There are still more than a dozen cloth bags of grassland antiques Locke did not take, these things have neither magic fluctuations, nor artistic cells that Locke can understand, I believe that they will not be sold for a good price if they are brought back to the Omore Empire, so they are simply given to the gray wolf tribe.

This move made Singel, the leader of the gray wolf tribe, breathe a little breath, the nobles of the Omore Empire can't appreciate these antiques, it doesn't mean that they have no value in the prairie.

Some of the leaders of large and medium-sized tribes like these things, and with the famous trading town of Shizhiin in the Sakar Grassland, Singal can also recover some of the losses of the gray wolf tribe.

Singer was accompanied by his two sons and daughters, who were well protected, and were only slightly injured on the dangerous battlefield on all sides.

With a green turban on his head and a layer of gauze wrapped around his left arm, it seemed that he had injured his muscles and bones, and Locke casually threw him a bottle of recovery potion.

The potion made by the alchemists is a rarity in the prairie, and this healing potion that can provide an effect on the fatal wounds of high-ranking attendants, and treating Xin's arm wounds is definitely overkill.

For Locke's generosity, the young man Xin thanked him neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The silk with red makeup is not as stunning and chic as it was at first sight, and there are dirty pieces on the face, and there is one on the right side of the cheek

The blood stains, I don't know if it's hers or someone else's.

Seeing that she only had losses caused by the agitation of qi and blood, and no other external sores, Locke gave her a low-level mental power recovery potion prepared by Grace.

The spiritual power recovery potion flashing with golden liquid was not ordinary at first glance, but Silk bit her lip and refused to accept it for a long time, and was finally scolded by Singer anxiously, so she reluctantly thanked her and picked it up.

This girl is still angry about Locke's postponement of the attack, and she can't blame this girl, Locke let the Gray Wolf Tribe block the first wave of the Bloody Blade Tribe's fiercest attack, and weakened the Bloody Blade Tribe's vital force, leaving the Gray Wolf Tribe with two thousand corpses here.

These clansmen are usually uncles and uncles in the tribe who treat her very well, and they died suddenly in battle, leaving unforgettable pain on the immature silk.

It was a disaster for the gray wolf tribe, but it was a blessing for the imperial soldiers, this battle, with a full corps of 5,000 people, the loss of personnel was controlled within 500 people, which was a rare big victory!

When the battle was over, everyone gathered up the corpses of relatives and friends, and gathered the weapons and knives dipped in blood everywhere, Locke also weighed the four blood-colored diamond-shaped hedron in his hand with great interest.

This thing is the best blood essence of the grassland giant beast that gathers blood qi and gathers in the heart, and for the knights, the preciousness is more than the number of quasi-level demonic beast crystal cores.

The dozens of blood essences given by Singel, and those blood essences seized from the Bloodblade Tribe, have become the use of Locke, who has become an official knight, and the effect is quite small.

Among the four supreme blood essences, three are lizard beasts from the Bloodblade tribe, and one is a platypus beast from the gray wolf tribe.

These blood essences were given to Locke by the scorpion dragon Fei Mo, and as for the corpses of the dead giant beasts, they were beaten by it.

The bloody grassland beast is really a great supplement, with the appetite of the scorpion dragon swallowing fossilized gold, it will be able to eat a whole head, but fortunately, the weather is getting colder, and this thing can't be broken if it is left outside for a few days.

The head of Higuain, the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, Locke has been wrapped up and put into the space ring for preservation, and the corpses of the dozen or so leaders of the Blood Blade tribe are left, and Locke has also personally checked and confirmed.

At this point, even if the task is completed, the absolute strength is crushed, and the Blood Blade Tribe of tens of thousands of tribes has been annexed in just one day, which is really shocking.

Singel, who had seen Locke's true strength on the battlefield, was still courteous and hospitable despite being placed in front of him by Locke.

"Rock Knight, aren't you a guest in the Gray Wolf Tribe for two days?" said Single outside the Alisano Basin three days later.

"No, don't leave it at that. Locke said.

After speaking, without waiting for Singel's expression, Lockzer rode away, and the Imperial Corps stationed next to him also galloped into the distance like a giant beast that had awakened.

Seeing Locke's figure getting farther and farther away, and the smoke and dust of the Imperial army's march drifting farther and farther, Singal said to Sin, who had been following him, "Do you know why I'm so jealous of this official knight?"

Xin was silent.

"Because he's a little stronger than the first-level leaders of the big tribes I've seen, and...... If I'm not mistaken, he's not even forty years old. Singh said.

The middle-aged Singer is actually forty-nine years old this year, and he really can't imagine how much opportunity and life and death experience it takes for a knight to advance to the first level before the age of forty.

"Take care of your sister, she's still young. Singh sighed, with more than a dozen sons and daughters under him, only Xin had the potential to inherit his gray wolf tribe.

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