Lord Roar

Chapter 404 Beheading Time
At this time, Meng Rui was riding on the acid-etching giant crow, and had already flown to the rear of Beamon's army.

The Behemoth orcs, who had already been in a mess, had no time to take care of the acid-etched giant crow Motuo on their heads.

After jumping off the acid-etched giant crow, Meng Rui killed a bearman beside him with a sword, and immediately activated a teleportation crystal with his grudge.

After Hathaway and the three wizards walked out, they summoned their shields and pulled up four portals again, while Monroe kept slashing at the orc warriors who came to obstruct them.

After the four magicians set up the teleportation array, they also began to summon single spell attacks to protect the orc warriors.

Meng Rui took four bundles of herbs from the storage ring, lit them and threw them outside the teleportation array, leading Hathaway and others into the portal.

Nearly a thousand ferocious beasts ran wildly, rushing in the direction of the burning herbs behind Beamon.

Wherever it goes, no one can stop it.

First, he experienced the flames of red flames, and then he was rampaged by nearly a thousand fierce beasts.

The Behemoth orc army has long been in disarray, with countless casualties.

The ferocious beasts were very fast, and after identifying the direction of the burning herbs with their keen sense of smell, they rushed to the rear of the Beamon army and got into the teleportation array again.

The roar of the beasts disappeared, and the ground no longer trembled, as if those beasts had never been there.

The fire in the Beamon orc army is getting smaller and smaller, but the charred corpses and broken limbs everywhere prove what kind of catastrophe the orcs have just experienced.

And when the Beamon orcs thought that this terrible nightmare was finally over, the death knell had just sounded.

All the wild beasts in the beast forest rushed out again, from the teleportation circle behind Beamon.

Although the beasts were still blindfolded this time, they changed their wet hides and put on steel armor full of sharp iron pieces.

If it is said that the charge of the fierce beasts just knocked the bodies of the orcs into the air and broke the ribs of the orcs.

So this time, the long sharp iron pieces on the ferocious beasts will dismember their bodies.

The miserable howling sounded again in the orc army.

Even many generals of the human race, who are used to seeing life and death, retched.

The Bimon orcs all thought that on the battlefield, the worst way to die was to be dismembered by knives.

But they were wrong, the Bloodhoof Tribe used the bloody reality to let them know how cruel fighting in the cold weapon era is.

The Beamon warriors were burned to charred corpses by the flames.

The Beamon warriors were trampled into a pool of blood by the beast.

The Beamon warriors were cut into pieces by those sharp iron sheets.

The tangy smell of blood, mixed with a strong smell of scorching, blew into the human camp along the south wind.

Many human soldiers began to bend over and vomit. Taking a breath of the strong smell of blood seemed to experience the despair of the orcs at this time.

At this time, the hundreds of thousands of troops of the human race, especially the soldiers standing on the front line, no longer shouted to fight, shouted to fight, and shouted to charge.

The soldiers of the human race were covered with a layer of deep fear.

The generals of the human race were shocked to think about several tactics that the Bloodhoof Tribe used so efficiently and with such huge lethality.

It's over, it's finally over, on the entire battlefield, except for the screams of the Beamon orcs, those ferocious beasts in iron armor, after the second collective charge, ran back to the teleportation array in front of the human soldiers again.

But no one dared to act rashly, whether it was a Beamon orc warrior standing on the battlefield intact or an unscathed human soldier.

Because they don't know the next move of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

The Beamon orcs didn't dare to move.

All the soldiers of the human race also did not dare to move.

They waited for the Bloodhoof Tribe, waited for the Bloodhoof Tribe to wield the butcher knife again, or waited for the Bloodhoof Tribe to allow the human generals to counterattack and continue to expand the results of the battle.

Everyone knows that the battle has progressed to such an extent that the Beamon orcs have no choice but to retreat.

But even though half an hour had passed now, Hachas still didn't dare to give the order to attack.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if the Bloodhoof tribe sent another Titan aviation regiment, or nearly a thousand fierce beasts, if the human soldiers stopped them on the battlefield.

He didn't know what the opponent's commander, the blood lion prince, looked like now, but he knew that if a human soldier was hit by a round of burning bottles, or was hit by a thousand fierce beasts, he would have to die to apologize.

"The great lord! The great lord of the wilderness! Mental Lun!"

"The great lord! The great lord of the wilderness! Mental Lun!"

In the camp of the barbarian warriors, bursts of cheers erupted.

Great Elder Ren frowned even deeper, and silently glanced at Great Chief Manstein.

Unexpectedly, Manstein just smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind.

Great Elder Ren shook his head slightly. The Bloodhoof Tribe is really terrifying, and in the Great Wasteland, they have such prestige unconsciously.

The title of great lord is unique in the wild ancient plain.

Only by leading the barbarians to defeat foreign enemies, only leading the barbarians to achieve supreme feats, and only becoming the number one warrior in the wasteland, all three innate conditions are indispensable, will he be called the great lord of the wasteland and the patron saint of the ancient wilderness.

The great lord is not a title that the chief tribe can give casually, most of them are spontaneously called by the warriors in the wild ancient plain.

Theoretically speaking, the great lord does not have much power, and for hundreds of years, no one has inherited this title.

But the chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe did it. He defeated the invading enemies one after another, selected qualified children from each tribe to teach fighting spirit and magic knowledge, dared to break the old shackles, and erected the first statue of Kakalu God of War on the wasteland. , the tribes under his command are victorious, the Bloodhoof camp has become a place of pilgrimage for all tribes, almost every tribe has received the favor of Bloodhoof, etc. It can be said that in just half a year, Alan did it The unmatched feats of countless barbarian ancestors.

Barbarian warriors especially respect the strong, and a high-quality idol like Allen is what all barbarian warriors yearn for. If such a person is not called the great lord of the wasteland, who can?

I believe that after this battle, even if the Great Chief tribe is reluctant in every possible way, they will give the name of Great Lord to Chief Bloodhoof.

Amidst the endless calls, Allen walked out of the portal in a daze. He didn't know what a bunch of big guys were yelling for.

Seeing all the generals of the tribe and the high-level leaders of the chief tribe looking at him, Allen waved to Hatchas.

Hatchas ran to Allen at a sprint speed of [-] meters, like a small employee waiting for the leader to give a lecture.

"Why haven't you launched an attack yet? Monray told you how long to wait?"

Hatchas said excitedly: "Half an hour, Your Excellency Allen, can we launch a counterattack now?"

"Wait another half an hour, the flames will burn longer than I expected." Allen pointed to the Beamon army that seemed to be experiencing doomsday, and said with a sneer: "Game of the Brave, it's over!"

After finishing speaking, Allen shouted to the portal behind him: "Behead, start!"

As soon as Allen finished speaking, 25 steel golems came out of the teleportation circle, walking in neat steps, and as the ground trembled, the golems stood in two rows, with the six-pointed star magic rune on their bodies There was a burst of light, and there was an ear-piercing rubbing sound, and the puppets pulled out their serrated machetes from behind, and sharpened them on the shield on their left arms extremely fiercely.

For this appearance, Allen trained them all afternoon.

After the Iron Golem came out, it was a hundred elite warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe.

Wearing dragon scale full body armor, holding a standard weapon, and carrying a fine steel tower shield.

The soldiers stood behind the puppet, silent and angry.

Immediately following were fifty beast elves wearing light armor and riding on the dark giant wolf. Each beast elf carried thirty magic-breaking arrows and armor-breaking heavy arrows, and an improved version of the three-edged military thorn on his waist.

The beast elves spread out on the two wings of the warriors.

The ground trembled again.

Under the leadership of Samson and Clios, the giants came out carrying the catapults and siege vehicles, kicked the sandbags that the human soldiers had temporarily built to defend against the orc cavalry, and carefully moved the catapults and siege vehicles. put it on the ground.

Four elemental users walked out under the escort of the four vindictive fighters, Old Blind Man, Babylon the Great, Thackeray, and Cologne.

In the barbarian camp, loud voices erupted again. They shouted the name of the Bloodhoof tribe and Alan's name with excited expressions.

Many chiefs with barbarian battle rings involuntarily activated their battle rings under the blessing of their incomparable fighting spirit. They were eager to follow Chief Bloodhoof and go into battle to kill the enemy.

Allen raised the lookout tube and said lightly: "All the big shots in Beamon have indeed gone to the Chinese army."

Throwing the lookout tube to the ground fiercely, Allen roared angrily: "The Blood Lion Prince, Beamon Priest, Demon Pet of the Priest, Behemoth of War, Liger Guards, Fox Clan Staff, these are your goals! Remember, no one can touch Hurente, he belongs to the four elders, I want to capture him alive!"

After speaking, Allen stepped aside.

Janna and Monrey walked up to the warriors.

The heroic Princess Jana, with a low voice, made everyone listen attentively, including a group of generals.

"Steel golems open the way, and the beast spirits cover the outer perimeter. Once the rear is surrounded and the soldiers disperse, they must leave a retreat route. No matter how many targets are killed, after a quarter of an hour, the barbarian soldiers and human soldiers of other tribes An all-out attack is about to be launched!"

The big fat man Meng Rui added: "Focus on killing the target that the boss just said, time is limited, don't waste it on ordinary Beamon fighters, the giants use siege equipment to remotely suppress, bombard the sides of the fighters, and isolate the other side's support troops , there is only a quarter of an hour, the boss said, to take the heads of the other commanders and priests, and pay homage to the heroic spirits of those heroic barbarians!"

Manstein, who was next to him, hesitated and wanted to stop it, but was held back by Hachas.

Hatchas whispered: "This is a big gamble. In a quarter of an hour, your barbarian warriors will rush to the right flank, and our human generals will rush to the left flank. After a quarter of an hour, we will encircle and charge. If we launch a major counterattack now, it will be like the last time the Beamon vanguard Just like the army retreating, there is no way to annihilate too many Beamon orcs, let the Bloodhoof Tribe do it."

Manstein looked at Allen with a determined face, and nodded slightly.

After Janna and Monry briefly talked about the battle plan, they stepped aside and looked at Allen.

Allen roared, "What are you wearing?"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Dragon scale full body armor, no fear of sacrifice!"

"What is your belief?"

The soldiers once again shouted neatly: "Glory to God Kakalu, fear no enemy!"

"What are you carrying on your shoulders?"

"Defend the homeland!"

Allen held the sledgehammer high, and shouted with a ferocious face: "For the glory of the Kakalu God of War!"

After shouting, Allen rushed out first.

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe!" 25 steel golems, with their steel bodies moving and holding their sawtooth machetes aloft, rushed towards the Beamon orc army under the blessing of wind magic.

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe!" All the warriors of the Bloodhoof Tribe followed closely behind.

"For the glory of the boss!" The giants smashed the hammer of the catapult with their big hands and began to suppress it remotely.

The four elemental users floating in mid-air erected their shields and began to search for Hurent with their elemental eyes.

At this time, in the middle army of Beamon's army, Hurente was still in a state of embarrassment, and he looked at the blood lion prince anxiously with green smoke all over his body, and shouted anxiously: "Retreat, retreat before it is too late, retreat immediately, gather the whole army The active force shrinks the defense, and the soldiers are simply unable to face such a bad situation."

The Blood Lion Prince looked at the Behemoth soldiers who were in a mess, gritted his teeth, and nodded slightly.

Just as he was about to give an order, he suddenly saw 25 steel golems and more than a hundred heavily armed soldiers.

The Blood Lion Prince gritted his teeth and asked, "Is that the Bloodhoof tribe?!"

Hurent nodded sadly.

"Kill them all! Kill them all before retreating!" The blood lion prince reached out and grabbed a Harpy herald next to him, roaring and shouting: "Notify the whole army, notify all priests, notify all main battle races, notify all Liger Guards, kill the Bloodhoof tribe!"

Hurent sighed, the Blood Lion Prince had lost his last shred of sanity, and everyone could see that the Bloodhoof Tribe was using their bodies as bait to separate the human soldiers from both sides to encircle them.

A bloodhoof tribe, with only a few hundred people, has used all available tactics. Even if they are all killed, it will not be of much benefit to the entire war, let alone reverse the current unfavorable situation.

He could see it, why couldn't the blood lion prince see it.

It's a pity that the Blood Lion Prince, who has lost his mind, took part in this gamble without hesitation.

The bet is that hundreds of thousands of Bimon fighters are the only possibility for them to retreat on a large scale.

Hurent looked at Di Xinglong, whose body was burnt black, and thought sadly, do I want to be a deserter for the third time?
Sons of Chaos!Sons of Chaos!Hurent stared at the figure holding the hammer high, with a sad expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)