Lord Roar

Chapter 330 The First Battle

A group of human envoys, including Archmage Downey, were stunned and at a loss when they walked out of the portal.

Because the Beamon Army was less than a few kilometers away from them, twenty infantry phalanxes marched rapidly in their direction.

It is obvious that the fluctuation of the space element of the portal has caused Priest Beamon to notice that Commander Beamon has already taken action.

And the highly mobile Harpy Tusk Wolf Cavalry has begun to approach them.

Dozens of harpies hovered in mid-air with their lances raised high.

Hundreds of elite wolf cavalry scouts walked hundreds of meters away from them, showing a tendency to encircle them.

Except for everyone in the Bloodhoof Tribe, among the group of envoys, only Mage Downey remained calm.

After all, when he reached the holy rank, he was almost half a god. As long as he wanted to escape, even with Hathaway, no one could stop him.

Nicholas' old face was like a bitter melon, and he had to read the spell three times in a row to summon two elemental shields.

It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he felt that he had been cheated by Chief Bloodhoof.

Everyone turned their attention to Allen.

Allen picked out his ears, pretending not to see it, mainly because he was too lazy to explain.

Lompard and the others turned around and were about to run back to the teleportation array. Unexpectedly, tall figures walked out of the teleportation gate holding a lot of metal parts.

Samson, who walked out of the portal first, was almost kicked by Lompard.

Then came the plains dwarves with their griffins and hippogryphs.

Then there was a group of beast elves riding on giant wolves.

Finally, Migard and the little old man Fan Di walked out of the portal talking and laughing, and Babylon the Great stood by their side.

Allen looked up at the sky, snapped his fingers and said, "Shoot those birdmen down."

As soon as the words fell, a sharp arrow flew into the air with the sound of piercing.

The beast elves riding on the giant wolf still maintained the posture of bending their bows and drawing arrows, preparing to shoot another wave of arrows if any fish slipped through the net.

Allen didn't watch the results of the battle, and said again: "All the hippogryphs in the aviation regiment lifted off and became scouts for those wolf cavalry."

Under the leadership of De Niro, a total of thirty plain dwarves rode on the hippogryph and began to lift off.

At this moment, like dumplings, the harpies with sharp arrows in their hearts fell to the ground and turned into meat paste.

Tilda and a group of beast elves withdrew their bows and arrows, rode on the giant wolf and surrounded Allen.

A group of human envoys stared at the harpies corpses on the ground in astonishment, and gasped.

At a height of nearly a hundred meters, these beast elves were like the most orderly drummers, with the same movements and shots at the same time, dozens of sharp arrows only had a piercing sound of piercing the air, and then pierced through the target with incomparable precision.

That's right, it was pierced rather than shot. One can imagine how strong these delicate-looking beast elves are, and how strong the pulling force of those special longbows is.

None of the harpies hovering in the air survived. All of them were shot through the vital parts of their hearts, and then fell freely into a pulp.

The puddles of meat mud were less than 30 meters away from everyone.

Everyone was shocked.

Whether it is shooting speed, accuracy, and shooting power, they are all perfect and impeccable.

Nicholas took a deep look at the beast elves beside Allen. This kind of archers can be called killers because their range is too far.

In a one-on-one contest, perhaps the beast elves have already shot three arrows, and a magician may not have time to release the simplest shield.

However, the faint screams attracted everyone's attention.

Flames began to flash in the distance, and every time a hippogryph swooped over the heads of those wolf cavalry scouts, a row of transparent small bottles fell from the sky, and then both the wolf cavalry and their giant wolf mounts turned into one a fireball.

Lift off, dive, throw.

The three actions were completed in one go, and the dwarves dealt with the high-speed moving Tusk Wolf Cavalry scouts one by one.

Regardless of the amount of advance or the precise throwing speed, the plain dwarves are like the gods of death whistling in the air. Every time they dive, they will bring up a ball of flames. Inside each flame is a struggling wolf cavalry. In the end, without any accidents, they all become There were charred corpses.

It took less than 3 minutes from when the beast elves walked out of the portal, to when the beast elves shot all the harpies in the air to the ground with bows and arrows, and then after the dwarves dealt with all the wolf cavalry scouts wandering around the periphery. time.

In just 3 minutes, there was no living Beamon orc within a thousand yards around.

A group of human envoys, including Mage Downey, couldn't even utter a complete sentence except for being stunned.

Both the harpies and the fang wolf cavalry scouts are the elite units of the Beamon orcs.

Moreover, these two types of arms caused the Holy See and ordinary soldiers to suffer a lot in the last battle with the human race. Unless the magician was present, no arms could restrain the harpy and the fang wolf cavalry.

The harpy flies in the air, even if there are fighting spirit warriors present, it is useless, because it can't be touched at all, so it can only stand on the ground and be shot by a lance. Rarely can attack.

The fang wolf cavalry is no worse than the harpies. The giant wolves under their crotch are very fast, and they often wander outside the battlefield, not to mention coming and going like the wind. They can also use their efficient mobility to poison water sources. , Destroy the luggage, intercept and kill small-scale enemies, etc., it is really impossible to guard against.

But these two Beamon's elite units, nearly 200 people, died in less than 3 minutes.

No matter how high the harpies could fly, they couldn't reach the sharp arrows of the beast spirits.

No matter how fast the fang wolf cavalry is, it can't be as fast as the plain dwarf riding on the hippogryph.

As the vice president of the Association of Magicians, Nicholas rarely participated in battles in his life. Even if he did, he cast spells safely under the heavy protection of the rear. It was the first time he was so close to the enemy.

Seeing that it was safe for the time being, Nicholas hurried to Alan to persuade him: "Beamon's army is coming soon, let's enter the portal and return to the camp, Your Excellency Alan."

Allen ignored him, squinted his eyes and looked at the Beamon infantry phalanx several kilometers away, and shouted back: "Calculate the distance."

The little old man Fan Di put down the eagle eye tube, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The straight-line distance is three kilometers. After the assembly is completed, shorten it by one kilometer. Within the effective range, the No. [-] incendiary bomb can cause the largest range of damage."

A group of human messengers looked at each other. Although Fan Di spoke the common language of Dalu, they couldn't understand a single word.

Hathaway, Langningt, and Orpheus didn't bother to explain, and stood behind Allen to watch the show.

Allen nodded to Migard next to him, who ran to Samson, climbed onto his shoulder in a hurry and shouted: "Assemble!"

A group of giants moved, carefully placing the parts in the arms, shoulders, and arms on the ground, and then started to work with their buttocks pouted.

There was a sound of gears rubbing, and after a few breaths, the giant catapults with a height of eight meters were assembled.

The eyeballs of the human messengers almost popped out. They thought the giant was holding weapons, but they didn't expect it to be parts of the catapult.

And it was the first time they saw a catapult that could be assembled.

At this time, the dense Beamon infantry phalanx had appeared on the horizon. Except for Downey, Nicholas, and Lompard, the legs of several human messengers were a little trembling, and they seemed ready to turn around and run back to the portal at any time.

"Boss, the assembly is complete." Migard shouted loudly while holding a small red flag.

Allen nodded.

"Let go!" Migard's little tongue trembled in excitement, and his voice trembled a little. With a wave of his little hand, the flag fell down.

In the next second, eight boulders tied with burning bottles flew into the air with a graceful arc.

"After adjusting the coordinates, let's release it."

Another eight boulders.

"After adjusting the coordinates, let's release it."

"After adjusting the coordinates, let's release it."

"After adjusting the coordinates, let's release it."

The cooperation between the plain giants and the eight wild dwarves was very tacit, like a machine, adjusting the coordinates, loading, and smashing the hammer without any unnecessary movements.

When Migard waved the small red flag for the fourth time, the first wave of boulders hit the leftmost Beamon orc infantry phalanx, followed by the second wave, the third wave, and the fourth wave.

Whenever there was a slight tremor on the ground, the Beamon infantry phalanx would emit a burst of flames, which seemed to swallow up the flames of heaven and earth.

The four infantry phalanx, after being bombarded by boulders, ushered in the baptism of flames.

"Is the commander of the Beamon orc the guy riding on the Beamon giant elephant?" Allen looked at Mourinho.

Mourinho nodded and said, "Yes, Rommel, the fox of the battlefield."

Allen glanced at Tilda, who squinted his eyes to measure the distance, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Observe the marching route, calculate the coordinates of the tribes closest to their marching distance, return to the camp to repair, and prepare for the second attack." After Allen finished speaking, he walked back to the teleportation array behind him without raising his head.

The beast spirits also followed in, followed by the plain dwarves leading their mounts, and finally a group of giants. After dismantling the catapult, they walked into the teleportation array one by one.

Leaving behind a group of envoys who fell into sluggishness.

"This... is this fire magic?" Nicholas opened his mouth wide and looked at the chaotic Beamon infantry phalanx, his face full of disbelief.

"Master Son of God." Lompad also put away his haughty face, looked at Orpheus and asked in a murmur, "Alan just now...Your Excellency Alan said that the second teleportation meant, no? Yes, no..."

Orpheus nodded and explained to everyone: "Bloodhoof Camp has a large number of teleportation crystals, and there will be an inactive teleportation array set up at intervals on the Great Wasteland. If my guess is right, His Excellency Allen will Lead the soldiers under his command to the next location to ambush."

After speaking, Orpheus and Longningt walked into the portal.

"Young people nowadays are really ruthless." Downey waved to Hathaway.

Hathaway walked over pretty briskly and whispered something to Downey.

Downey took a deep breath, leaned on his wand and walked towards the portal. Before entering, he turned his head and said, "Everyone, let me go and have a look with the old man. This is the first time I have seen such a war."

A group of people followed with complicated expressions.

(End of this chapter)