On the eastern bank of the Timusan River, on the flat steppe outside the Alisano Basin, smoke and dust filled the area, where 20,000 soldiers from three different forces gathered.

On one side are the blood-bladed tribesmen in red clothes and horses, on the other side are the gray wolf tribesmen wrapped in gray bands and carrying short bows and long swords, and on the other side are the soldiers of the Omoor Empire who are in iron armor.

Today, the Bloodblade Tribe Rangers, whose prestige resounded on both sides of the Timusan River, stopped on the high slopes of the steppe, not daring to take a step forward, and what made them so jealous was not the gray wolf tribe that had been fighting openly and secretly for decades, but this full infantry regiment of the Omore Empire.

Not long after, a two-meter-tall man walked out of the Bloodblade Tribe rangers, dressed in bright red leather armor, and carrying a cold Uzi scimitar in his hand.

Higuain didn't come out empty-handed, a box of iron boxes that seemed to be quite weighty was carried out by two steppe men.

Higuain was indeed a hero, standing in front of the army formation of 10,000 people, his face did not change, he looked solemnly in the direction of the imperial army, and the heavy pressure from there made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Go!" Higuain said, to the side.

Two steppe men carried iron boxes, led by a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy, and slowly walked towards the imperial army.

With Locke's tacit consent, the Imperial Army did not stop them, and the three of them walked all the way to the rear of the Imperial Army, in front of Locke.

At this time, Singel, the leader of the gray wolf tribe, and his two sons and daughters were also standing not far from Locke's side.

"Lord Knight of the Empire, I am the chief priest of the Bloodblade Tribe, Santye, and on behalf of the leader, I offer the most sincere respect to the Bloodblade Tribe. The messenger shouted.

Locke's silence made the heart of the main priest of the Bloodblade tribe named Santeye tighten, and he endured the fear of facing natural enemies, Santeye pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed the lid of the iron box beside him.

"Bang!" The iron lock of the iron box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark, and the lid lifted up, revealing rows of blood essence emitting a dazzling red light inside.

There are four rows neatly, and the total amount of forty blood essences, the hands of the Blood Blade Tribe are quite large, and they are twice as large as the gray wolf tribe when they make a move, not to mention that under the blood essence, there are countless jewels and gold that can dazzle people's eyes.

"This is a welcome gift from the Bloodblade Tribe to the Imperial Knights, I hope you will accept it!" the messenger shouted stubbornly in the Imperial Army.

At this time, he was not only under the pressure of Locke, a first-class knight, but also the strong oppression composed of thousands of imperial soldiers, and he was able to maintain his composure in this kind of scene, and the chief priest of the Bloodblade tribe, Santye, made Locke a little more interested.

At the intermediate magic apprentice level, Santye was one of the seventeen lists that Singal gave him yesterday, one of the high-ranking figures of the Bloodblade Tribe.

Forty blood essences, as well as jewels worth about 100,000 gold moles, Rao was inevitably impressed by Locke's wealth, but this could not discourage Locke's will to destroy the Bloodblade Tribe.

"Three months ago, the envoy group of the Bloodblade Tribe has gone to the Omore Empire and delivered all the tributes for this year, I hope your lord will ......" Seeing that Locke was still indifferent, Santye gritted his teeth and finished the changeable lines that he had already rehearsed.

Now Locke's expression has changed slightly, and he has already paid all the offerings for this year?

Then why did the Knight's Hall send itself to destroy the Bloodblade Tribe, if he set off for the O'Moore Empire three months ago, when he set off a month ago, the Knight's Hall had enough time to remind himself to terminate this mission.

Then, if it's not that the Blood Blade Tribe is lying in front of you, it's that the Knight Hall no longer cares about the little tribute of the Blood Blade Tribe.

Moreover, with Locke's understanding of the intricacies and darkness of the power institutions within the Omore Empire, it is still unknown whether the tribute of the Bloody Blade Tribe finally fell into the treasury of the Omore Empire.

Regardless, since the Knight Hall did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, then everything will be premised on the completion of the mission.

Before Locke could say anything, someone at the scene was more anxious than him.

"Evil words confuse the people!" Singar, the leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, walked to the side of the envoy of the Bloody Blade Tribe at some point, and unexpectedly swung out the scimitar, with a splitting fighting aura, tearing apart Santye's leather armor, muscles, and bones without any hindrance.

This steppe witch doctor, who has the strength of an intermediate magic apprentice, has not even used a decent magic method, and he is in a different place.

The sudden bloodshed caused a lot of turmoil between the gray wolf tribesmen who were paying attention to this place and the bloodblade tribesmen, and the war horse 'Lulu' screamed, and it was about to explode.

Only rows of solemn and indifferent Imperial soldiers stood straight in place, undisturbed by the sudden smell of blood.

Some blood even splattered on the faces of several soldiers around them, but the soldiers remained as unmoved as stone statues.

"Sons of the Gray Wolf Tribe, kill them with me!" Perhaps to make Locke make up his mind, Singal turned over his horse, waved his arms, and led thousands of elites of the Gray Wolf Tribe, rushing towards the front of the Bloody Blade Tribe.

The rush of thousands of cavalry was like thunder, and the people of the gray wolf tribe, under the leadership of their leader, rushed towards the Bloody Blade tribe, which had been their enemy for generations.

In front of the Bloody Blade Tribe, in the face of the sudden attack of the Gray Wolf Tribe, several high-ranking tribal officials who were anxious were about to rush forward with their scimitars almost immediately, and the Gray Wolf Tribe, who had been honest in front of their Bloody Blade Tribe, was now going to rebel?!

Higuain, who was at the forefront of the military formation, saw that the war was inevitable, sighed, turned his head sideways and asked the gray-robed man behind him, "What does the Lion Roar Tribe say?"

"The second leader of the Lion's Roar tribe rejected our request and returned the two chests of treasure we had offered. The gray-robed man said in a low voice.

The Lion's Roar Tribe is the nearest large tribe around the Timusan River Valley, with 160,000 people, and is now the first leader of the tribe, and is said to have official knight-level strength.

Hearing the gray-robed man's words, Higuain's facial expression did not change much, but those who knew him well could see that the tribal leader had an extra trace of death and decay on his face.

"No one can defeat the Bloodblade Tribe! unless he steps over my corpse!" Higuain shouted, bringing out the last of the bloodblade tribesmen.

"Roar!!" The high-pitched echo echoed from Higuain's personal guard, the Steppe Rangers, the most elite warriors of the Bloodblade Tribe.

Under the leadership of the leader Higuain, nearly 10,000 young and middle-aged tribes of the Blood Blade Tribe wielded

The scimitar rushed towards the attacking gray wolf tribe without fear.

The fierce collision began, and the two sides directly entered the white-hot stage at the moment of the handover.

The sharp scimitar is a sharp weapon for harvesting life, the steppe people love the scimitar, abandon the armor, and each participant uses his solid muscles to resist the cutting of the scimitar.

As a result, it can be imagined that without the strength of a middle-level attendant or above, how can an ordinary life ignore the sharpness of iron weapons.

This is the most chaotic war Locke has ever seen, the two sides have no rules, it is completely a way of fighting for their lives, the leader does not send his men, but like a reckless man, he rushes again and again, directly killing the enemy in the innermost part.

Blood and scars are the glory of men, and the steppe men perfectly interpret this, Singer's elite cavalry and Higuain's ranger troops, just after rushing in, almost everyone was wounded.

Blood was still dripping from his wrists, but he still roared and swung his scimitar as he slashed at the enemy in front of him.

This style of play also has a role, such as both sides perfectly breaking up the opponent's formation and dividing the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke orders his Imperial soldiers to press on and break up the resistance of the Bloodblade Tribe with a perfect and solid military formation, then the situation of the war will become clear.

The young and middle-aged armed forces of the Bloody Blade Tribe, who may have been ordinary herdsmen a few months ago, could be the opponent of the elite corps of the Omoor Empire.

However, Locke did not do so.

With an indifferent gaze, he looked at the battlefield thousands of kilometers away from him, this huge flesh mill, where life passed every minute.

If Locke doesn't move, the Imperial army won't move, they're waiting for orders from their commanders.

At this time, the people behind the palace of the gray wolf tribe who have been not far from Locke have a lot of commotion, the current situation of the warriors of the gray wolf tribe on the battlefield is very bad, the total number of four thousand, although they occupy the convenience of recuperating for several years, it is difficult to fall well in the battle of ten thousand people of the blood blade tribe.

Breaking free from the pull of the elders in the clan, Singall's daughter Si rushed to a place less than fifty meters away from Locke, and was finally stopped by the imperial guards, "Brother Locke, why don't you let your soldiers go up, father, they are in danger now!"

There is confusion, anger, and desolation in Silk's voice.

Locke didn't answer her words, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead.

The first-level knight is indeed invincible in the military formation composed of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with the strength of one person, even if he breaks through the massive amount of fighting energy obtained by the official knight, Locke thinks that after killing hundreds of ordinary people, he will also fall into exhaustion.

In the end, this is a war for ordinary people, since it is a war, there must be casualties, Locke's decision is to let the casualties of the gray wolf tribe replace the casualties of the imperial soldiers, which will directly affect the evaluation of his mission this time.

The death and injury of the Gray Wolf tribesmen may have made him feel a little guilty ten years ago, but since returning from the plane war, Locke's mentality has changed a lot.

The activated goblin plane, that is hundreds of millions of activated goblins, all of them have become slaves and forbidden to the magicians and knights of the three islands in the West, and they are devoured like food and desserts, what is the difference between them and cattle and horses.

This is a world of the jungle, and the weak need no mercy!

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