Lord Roar

Chapter 360 The Suffering Behemoth Army

I have to say that the scene was too weird. The 30 Beamon vanguard army was as endless as the sea. The strong orc warriors shouted the advancing orc battle song, and then a portal suddenly appeared in front of them.

Then, a human race ran out, with a smile on his face, leading a fierce beast, as if he was here for sightseeing.

After Orpheus walked out of the portal, he still had that iconic smile on his face.

Hurent stared wide-eyed, he never imagined that even the Holy Son would come to the front line.

Could it be that the Great Pope died, why even the Holy Son Orpheus ran out as a bait?

Simba snorted coldly, thirty harpies flew into the air, two hundred elite wolf cavalry from the two wings of the central army began to charge, and the four priests beside them were also ready to sing battle songs, but the distance was too far, they could only be ready at any time , fart useless.

Orpheus closed the portal, jumped onto the body of the Dark Moon Panther, turned around and ran away.

There are more thieves than holy sons.

As the royal mount of the tribal chief Giselle, this Dark Moon Leopard can be said to be the fastest beast in the Bloodhoof Tribe and even the Great Wasteland. Like a black streamer, it ran nearly a hundred yards in the blink of an eye. , the harpy and wolf cavalry couldn't catch up at all.

"It's Orpheus, the Holy Son of the Holy See of the Human Race, and also the son of the Grand Pope's blood relatives." Hurent said through gritted teeth.

"Holy Son? Mourinho attacked the Fort of Holy Light just to catch him." Simba sneered, and said to the herald beside him: "The marching speed remains the same, tell the harpies and wolf cavalry There is no need to chase, the opponent is obviously a bait, the scouts of the Tusk Wolf Cavalry expand the range to guard, and immediately shrink the defense when encountering the enemy."

Hurent was a little surprised, dignified son, could it be that he just played such a low-end tactic, no matter how stupid the Beamon orcs were, they wouldn't be able to follow you into the ambush circle.

Unexpectedly, Orpheus, who had distanced himself from the Behemoth Legion, suddenly stopped, jumped down slowly from the body of the Dark Moon Leopard, and began to chant spells like no one else was there.

Simba's complexion changed drastically, and he signaled the two war priests beside him to release the war song.

A war priest in his seventies and eighties next to him sighed and said, "The distance is too far. Unless the twelve chief priests are present, we can't fight back."

At this time, Orpheus had finished reciting the spell, and dozens of fist-sized holy light bullets flew over without thinking, and most of them came towards Hurent.

The guards next to Simba quickly raised their shields to defend.

There was a sound of jingling, clanging, and a bear officer who moved a little slower was hit on the face, his entire face was smashed, and he fell backwards on his back, seemingly dying.

"Catch him, I will cut off his hands and pull out his tongue, so that he will never be able to cast spells again in this life!" Simba roared, and the harpy who had just returned flew out helplessly.

Orpheus leisurely jumped onto the Dark Moon Leopard, and rushed out again. A group of harpies hovered in the air foolishly, neither chasing nor returning.

Hurent sighed and said, "If you can't catch up, let the harpies come back. The Bloodhoof tribe has an air force composed of griffins and hippogryphs. Don't waste the strength of these harpies."

Simba gave the order again helplessly, but seeing that the Harpy stopped chasing, Orpheus jumped off the Dark Moon Panther again and began to chant spells.

Simba's eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Hurrent and asked, "Are you sure this is the Holy Son of the Holy See of the Human Race?"

Hurent nodded helplessly, he actually didn't want to admit it.

Simba gritted his teeth and said, "The holy sons of your human race are all like this... Are you cheap?"

Hurent rolled his eyes, you ask me, who should I ask, why did the saint son Orpheus, who used to be gentle and gentlemanly, become so despicable now.

As soon as Simba finished speaking, a golden cross slashed towards him.

Hurent was shocked and said: "Holy Light Cross Slash, quickly ask the priest to summon the magic pet."

Without Hurent reminding, the two priests had already released their magic pets, an ice hammer wolf and a liquid-eroding giant worm.

Under the command of the priest, the two magic pets began to release single-target attack spell interception.

Hurente also slashed out a burst of grudge, and barely stopped the ferocious Holy Light Cross Slash.

When everyone raised their heads and looked forward again, Orpheus was already riding on the back of the Dark Moon Leopard, leaving them with a chic and lonely back.

Simba's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he said angrily, "Is there no way to catch him?"

Hurent spread his hands and persuaded: "He obviously wants to seduce us, it's best, it's best to ignore him."

Seeing Orpheus stop again a thousand yards away, Simba shouted to the harpies beside him: "Separate a team of wolf cavalry from the central army, and give me a non-stop pursuit, even if you leave the marching route!" I also want to chase, now I will see how he casts spells again."

The harpy flew to the position of the central army after being ordered. A scouting cavalry composed of two hundred wolf cavalrymen with fangs chased Orpheus from the flank, but everyone knew in their hearts that the giant wolf under the cavalry wolf's crotch, in terms of speed, If you let go and run away, you probably won't even be able to see Orpheus's taillights, and you can only eat ashes.

Seeing Orpheus riding the Dark Moon Leopard and fleeing again, Simba snorted coldly: "What kind of son, you are just an ignorant junior who is playing tricks. Are we as brainless as Bimon and barbarians?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a portal suddenly appeared five or six hundred yards away on the right. A werewolf was holding a magic wand, not to mention a row of thorn arrows. After casting the instant spell, he pouted He started running, and on the way, he didn't forget to look back to see if anyone was chasing him, how wretched and wretched he was.

Fortunately, the priests were on guard this time, and they intercepted this kind of wood spell that was not too powerful in advance, and there were no casualties.

But I was still taken aback. To be able to cast spells from such a long distance and hit Party B, at least a mage.

It's just that no one thought that Gui, as a mage, not only fought alone as a bait, but also acted so lowly regardless of his status.

Simba gritted his teeth and said to the harpies next to him, "Send out another team of scouts to chase after him, keep chasing him, and chase him to death."

As a druid, and a druid in the form of a werewolf, Rooney, like a husky turned into a spirit, began to circle around the vanguard's flanks while keeping a distance, taking time while circling Put a few wood-type instant spells, and a bunch of priests did not tire of it.

The waste of song power is second to none. The problem is that the priests are all old, bad old men. They will run to the center for a while, and run to the flanks for a while. There is no need for Rooney to attack them. These old guys are so tired that they are about to have a brain hemorrhage. .

However, Simba is still very qualified as a legion commander.

He kept telling himself to be patient, and he must not let the entire vanguard army deviate from the original marching route.

And Hurent also persuaded: "It's just a few element users, it's just non-stop harassment. At a distance of about a thousand yards, they dare not release large-scale spells at all, and single-point magic attacks can't cause too much damage." It’s okay to bear the damage.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Hurent finished speaking, a portal suddenly appeared out of nowhere [-] yards away from the flank, and a wretched-looking water magician ran out, not to mention that raising his hand was a rainstorm spell, and he didn't fart after that , Drilled back into the portal again.

Not only does this guy's water magic have no attack power, but it's also not very accurate. After flying three or four hundred yards, it looks like a water gun.

Old Dove didn't have any strategic goals, he just came out to join in the fun when he was idle, and there happened to be an extra portal, so he came out a few times, and when he returned to the camp, he was scolded by the handsome old man, and Alan followed suit Give him a squirt.

"Isn't this over yet?" Simba swears, once these shameless guys are caught, no matter who he is or a druid, he must have their tendons and skins, it's really annoying .

As a big traitor of the human race, Hurent felt a little ashamed at this time, and said with a forced smile: "Water magicians have no offensive power, as long as everyone is careful."

Although Simba knew that Hurente was right, he still couldn't bear the anger in his heart, because the other party was so shameless, and if he had the ability, he would come out for a decisive battle openly. Is this as interesting as walking a dog?

Even if a single spell can kill ten people, Beamon went to catch them, and the opponent ran again, and when no one was chasing him, he turned back and harassed him with spells, and it would take nearly a quarter of an hour to go back and forth.

The vanguard army has 30 people. Even if the magic power in the opponent's body is unlimited, if you want to destroy 30 Beamon orcs, you don't know that it will take a long time.

But Simba is very disturbed, very disturbed, extremely disturbed.

It's like you have 100 million yuan in your pocket, and suddenly a thief comes out and steals you two or three yuan today, and another ten or eight yuan tomorrow. It takes more than 30 years to steal a hundred, but you are very troublesome, and you still can't catch him after it's over.

Simba is in this mood now, one is the holy son of the Holy See, theoretically the future big boss of the largest religious organization in the human race, and the other is a druid magister, don't these two people even want face, this is too bottomless Bar.

Now it is not only Simba and Hurent who are troubled, but also other Beamon orcs.

If you can't catch up after chasing and can't hit you, you have to watch the opponent's back, and you may not know when to turn around and give you a shot. It's bad enough to think about it.

"It's all those damned teleportation crystals." Simba saw with his own eyes that a tiger prince of the imperial guards was caught off guard more than 100 yards away.

Damn, another three dollars were stolen.

Hurente sighed helplessly, he was also a traitor, he was alone with a mount, and went to Beamon with no money.

Look at Mourinho again, he is just a f*cking jerk, he sent a bunch of high-end technical talents to the Bloodhoof tribe in disguise, not to mention wild dwarves, and even took a lot of teleportation crystals as gifts. By the way, dozens of sharpshooter beast spirits are included in the mail.

Not to mention wild dwarves and beast elves, mainly those teleportation crystals used in the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe are really disgusting.

Although teleportation crystals are not common, they are magic props after all. Beamon priests are also element users like magicians. That is to say, as long as the teleportation crystal activates the portal, Bimon priests can detect it in advance.

The problem is that no one thought that the Bloodhoof Tribe would take such precious teleportation crystals seriously and throw them all over the wasteland. What kind of prodigal son must be to do such a thing?
To take a step back, the precious priests in the legion can't always be arranged outside the legion, and the priests can't be allowed to move forward like scouts. Is it as nonsense for enemies to cut each other at close range?

And the Bloodhoof tribe is too thieves, after activating the portal, a magician will come and throw two magic spells, and then go back through the portal, grab the teleportation crystal on the ground before leaving, and close the other end once there Even after the beating here, there is no place to find someone to reason with. Before the other party left, he took away the nearby teleportation crystal. You said that it takes a crazy person to come up with such a sinister method.

The 30 Beamon Vanguard Army is now a bloody bad luck for eight lifetimes. A holy son, Orpheus, rides on the Dark Moon Leopard, and takes a bunch of scouts for a walk. If there is nothing wrong, he turns back and rewards the two of them with magic. , I am deeply afraid that people will not chase him.

Add a druid magister transformed into a werewolf, and start running around the two wings of the vanguard. Like Orpheus, it’s okay to enjoy the two magics, just like teasing a dog, the most annoying thing is that there are some When he ran too far, he squatted on the ground and howled twice towards the sky.

The most disturbing thing is that as the vanguard goes deeper and deeper, more and more teleportation crystals are buried in the ground. After a while, two mages come out, throw a spell and run away. After a while, a group of beast elves come out. The portal is the posture of holding a bow and drawing an arrow. After a wave of salvos, they will go back without even thinking about it. . . .

The 30 Beamon vanguard army has no more thoughts now, and just wants to hurry up and cross the wilderness. This battle is really suffering, and it is also aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)