Lord Roar

Chapter 402 De Niro's ambition
Hatchas looked at Beamon's army thousands of yards away with red eyes, his expression solemn.

The opponent's commander, the blood lion prince, arranged the three-way army in the right position, and the attack would spread out or encircle, and the code would quickly shrink the defense.

Priest Beamon was in the middle army, but their magic pets and war behemoths were on the front line, able to charge to open the way and block the human cavalry.

Behind Hathas, almost all the generals of the tribe were frowning.

I have confronted Beamon's army several times, but none of them took advantage of it.

Although the opponent tosses and turns only a few tactics, the Human Race Legion, which has been tried and tested repeatedly, retreats steadily.

Human soldiers without the support of magicians can't cut Beamon's battle formation at all.

"Grand Duke, the soldiers are ready!" Hachas clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Beamon's war monster, I'm counting on you!"

Claire nodded, frowning tightly. The second frontier army had the most fighting spirit fighters, up to nearly a hundred, and only they could jump several meters high and have a chance to kill the giant war beast.

It's a pity that among the Beamon orcs, there are not only giant war beasts, but also sacrificial magic pets, as well as the lion and tiger guards whose strength is no less than that of fighting spirit fighters.

In addition to the generals, there are more than 40 soldiers behind them, all of them holding their weapons tightly and waiting. As long as the herald fires the arrows, they are about to charge again.

A few hundred yards to the left of the Terran Legion, more than 4 elite fighters from the four major noble tribes and other tribes stood behind Manstein in silence.

They are eager to fight, or kill, or be killed.

When the Beamon orcs came here from the outskirts of the great wasteland, they came to their homeland. Regardless of the grievances between the Beamon orcs and the human race, they would have to pay the price of blood when they set foot on this ancient wilderness.

Perhaps the barbarian warriors were the only group in the allied army whose morale was still high. Except for them, anxiety hung over the hearts of every human soldier.

Except for a few people, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers didn't know what the point of paying such a high price was.

Even the few people who knew about it couldn't help wondering if it was worth paying such a terrible price just to buy time for the Bloodhoof Tribe.

On the other side, the Behemoth army shouted the name of the Beast Emperor, their fighting spirit was high, and they could not wait for the commander to order a charge immediately. They couldn't wait to carry out the biggest massacre feast in hundreds of years.

As long as these human soldiers are slaughtered, the hinterland on the southern side of the Great Wasteland will be unimpeded.

There are fertile grasslands for grazing, moist air to breathe, countless beauties of the human race to ravage, warm houses and countless wine and meat.

Standing at the front, the Blood Lion Prince held a monocular, with a sneer drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Terran!Are you still not retreating?In a plain confrontation, is the opposing coach stupid?

"Go, call Hurent!"

A moment after the harpy left, Hurent, who was riding on the ground dragon, came to the side of the blood lion prince.

The Blood Lion Prince handed the monocular to a Fox Clan staff officer beside him, and said with a sneer, "Hulent, when will the Bloodhoof Tribe that you have mentioned countless times appear? Is it in the beast forest?"

Hurent took a deep breath, and said lightly: "It will appear. I know Chief Alan the Bloodhoof. He hasn't appeared yet. It's just that, for him, maybe the time has not come yet."

In fact, Hurente didn't say a word. He had a premonition that after the appearance of the Bloodhoof Tribe and the Sons of Chaos, it might be the end of this war. Maybe it would be the victory of the Beamon orcs, or the victory of the human race.

This kind of premonition is very strong. He doesn't know how the Bloodhoof Tribe with less than a thousand people can play the decisive role in this kind of legion battle with millions of people, but he just has this kind of premonition.

Just like the previous two times when they entered the Great Wasteland, after the appearance of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the situation began to turn one-sided.

And what the Bloodhoof Tribe is best at is to hit the morale and morale of the army.

The Blood Lion Prince took a deep look at Hurent and said: "Don't worry, even if the Bloodhoof Tribe hides in the beast forest, I will lead the army to slaughter them, avenge the soldiers who died unjustly for my beast clan, and also protect the blood of the beast tribe." You fulfilled a wish."

Hurent nodded absently, and was about to speak when deafening voices came from the human camp.

"The glory of Kakalu God of War shines on the wild and ancient plains!"

"The glory of Kakalu God of War shines on the wild and ancient plains!"

"The glory of Kakalu God of War shines on the wild and ancient plains!"

Surprised, Hurent stretched out his hand to snatch the monocular from a Fox Clan staff officer and held it up.

He knew that this was the slogan of the barbarians before they charged, but he didn't expect these barbarian fighters to have such high fighting spirit.

Looking at the human camp, in addition to the tension before the war, each soldier's face was full of exhaustion and fear, which formed a sharp contrast with the barbarian fighters.

Ren, who was standing beside Manstein, frowned.

The morale of the human fighters was too low. Once the barbarian soldiers charged, they would be dragged down by the human soldiers instead.

Just when Hathas was about to order an attack, a huge shadow flew by from low altitude, and when the big fat man Merry jumped from the back of the acid-etching giant crow to the ground, he fell right in front of all the barbarians.

Seeing the appearance of Murto, one of the beasts of the Bloodhoof tribe, the morale of the barbarian soldiers was even higher.

They knew that the appearance of Moto, the acid-etching crow, meant that the Bloodhoof tribe would soon join the battle.

And the uncrowned king of the Great Wasteland, the number one powerhouse in the wild and ancient plains, Bloodhoof Chief Allen, will definitely command this battle that is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

As a barbarian warrior, it is everyone's dream to fight side by side with Chief Bloodhoof.

In the Bloodhoof Tribe, every warrior is a hero, because they followed the Bloodhoof Chief and fought against foreign enemies time and time again. Time after time, the reputation of the Bloodhoof Tribe spread to the entire continent.

When all the barbarian tribes were still in the nest of rats carrying guns, the Bloodhoof tribe had already begun to fight against all the forces that had humiliated the barbarians, and they were still victorious.

Ever since the bloodhoof chief Allen was born, almost every young barbarian warrior regarded him as an idol and a role model.

Leading the children of various tribes to learn magic and vindictiveness, beat the invincible hands all over the wasteland, beat the Holy See Legion complaining to the sky, defeated the [-] advance army of Beamon in half a day, airborne the enemy's rear to attack the morale of the Beamon vanguard, and so on.

Let me ask if this kind of person is not a strong person, who else in the Great Wasteland can be called a real strong person.

Nodding to Manstein, Meng Rui looked at the human camp hundreds of meters away and waved.

Hathas led a group of human generals over on horseback as if seeing his own father.

Seeing that there was only one big fat man, Hathas looked disappointed. He had some impressions of Meng Rui. Although he knew that the other party represented Allen and the Bloodhoof tribe, he was a little disappointed to see that Chief Bloodhoof did not appear in person.

After Hachas came over, he asked anxiously: "At most half a day, with our morale, it can only be delayed for at most half a day."

"You don't need to procrastinate. I ordered all the fighters under your command to repair in place. Starting now is the exclusive time for our Bloodhoof tribe!" After the big fat man Meng Rui finished speaking vigorously, he inspired his fighting spirit and took out ten gold coins from his arms. The teleportation crystals were placed on the ground. After being activated one by one, ten teleportation gates at intervals of [-] yards lit up.

On Beamon's side, after seeing the portal erected, the range of the elemental shielding circle also increased, and the glittering elemental luster around the portal was a little unstable, but the distance was too far, and the portal could still be used normally.

Meng Rui looked at Hathas and his family generals, and asked with a smirk, "Are you ready to watch this massacre feast?"

Hatchas and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, and even the high-level leaders of Manstein's chief tribes were at a loss.

After Meng Rui finished speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to talk, he picked up a piece of gravel on the ground and threw it into the portal, and his chubby body ran away, as if some monster that frightened him would come out of the portal. of.

Hachas and others were also frightened by Meng Rui's strange appearance, and quickly led everyone to retreat far away.

But everyone was secretly wondering, these ten portals are only less than two meters high and one meter wide, so what kind of monsters can run out?

As a result, everyone waited for a long time, but there was no movement at the portal.

Just when Hatchas was about to ask, a plain dwarf stuck out his head and looked around furtively, only to see Meng Rui shouting: "That was the signal just now?"

Meng Rui rolled his eyes, and shouted to the portal: "Elder De Niro, such a tense atmosphere is ruined by you!"

De Niro didn't know what he underestimated, and retracted his head to the portal.

In the next second, piercing chirping sounds sounded, and after rows of figures emerged from the portal, griffins flew into the sky like locusts crossing the border.

Ten, twenty, one hundred, five hundred, more than a thousand griffins, like ten black torrents, flew out of the portal and rushed straight into the sky.

Hathas breathed a sigh of relief. The Bloodhoof tribe really had a plan. Within a few days, nearly a thousand griffins sent by the dioceses were all tamed.

Perhaps these more than 1000 griffins can really break Beamon's elemental shielding circle.

A thousand griffins and a thousand Hammerburg dwarves, led by De Niro and the dwarves under his command, kept rising into the air, and after a while, they turned into dense black spots.

At this time, no matter if they were humans, barbarians, orcs, everyone looked up into the sky.

Especially Beamon orcs, they know griffins, they also know plain dwarves, but they don't know the combination of plain dwarves and griffins together.

The Titan Air Regiment, which used to have less than 50 people, has temporarily expanded to 50 people.

De Niro was full of spirits. He knew that after this battle, the Titan Aviation Corps and his name of De Niro would be sung throughout the continent, and he would also have a place in the annals of history.

So he cherishes the opportunity that his boss Allen gave him, wearing goggles, gesticulating in the air, looking excited.

(End of this chapter)