Four Hundred and Fiftieth Eight Chapters Fight

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Locke's inaction made Si, who had been accustomed to raising him since childhood, feel the freezing cold for the first time. This man's indifference to death made Si afraid.

Unlike Si, who was pestering Locke and wanted him to send troops to fight, Xin, an older and more mature brother, saw his father, brother and elders in danger, and immediately called on the remaining elite of the Grey Wolf tribe to ride the horse. Pentium rushed to support Singer and others.

Xin led hundreds of elites from the rear, and after entering this flesh and blood mill of more than 10,000 people, they sank into it without even a splash.

It is worth noting that after the elder brother Shuaijun set off, the little girl Si also got on her horse and followed silently.

Si's aptitude is good, or it may have been cultivated by Singer at a great cost. She has the strength of a low-level attendant at a young age. Her weapon is a redwood short bow, a short bow with only arm length, which is suitable for strength. Use by weaker women.

"Will it be too cruel for us to do this?" At this time, Sith, who was also watching the battlefield beside Locke, couldn't help saying.

He didn't feel distressed for the loss of the Grey Wolf Tribe, he was just a little emotional about what happened to the little girl Si.

Locke didn't answer Sith's words, and his eyes stayed on the five giant beasts on the battlefield that were nearly eight meters in height.

The huge size gives them unparalleled strength, and the ground-shaking fighting style makes every prairie person who is a little closer to them be careful not to be crushed to death by the huge palm that suddenly falls from the sky.

The two platypus of the Grey Wolf Tribe have more scars on their bodies, and the other three giant beasts of the Blood Blade Tribe are not feeling well either. This should be a variant of the lizard. Even more bleeding.

"The essence of blood essence is the solid after the blood of the giant beast has dried up. If you swallow the beast's heart directly, I don't know what the effect will be." Locke unconsciously licked his tongue and looked at the five giant beasts on the battlefield, just like watching To the five moving treasure houses.

The strength of giant beasts is generally assessed in high-level Warcraft. This level of opponents, ordinary knights will definitely have a headache when they see them, even Locke before the promotion is not willing to fight against such rough-skinned guys in the form of a quasi-knight.

But it's different now. With the powerful cutting power of the official knight's fighting spirit, Locke can ignore the defense of all creatures below the quasi-order Warcraft.

Seeing that the battle on the battlefield was almost over, the green grassland was dyed blood red at this time, and Locke slowly raised his arm.

The imperial team of 5,000 people immediately raised their shields and put up their spears under the command of the commander.

"Drink!" The collective intimidation of thousands of people made the blood blade tribe and the gray wolf tribe who were in the battle collectively stunned.

"All troops attack!" In the long howls full of vindictiveness from the Sith and the corps' messengers, the Omor Empire Corps finally began to sharpen their knives to these two medium-sized tribes in the Saka grassland, showing their incomparable skills. strength.

Thousands of arrows are fired, emperors, use their actions to show the savage steppe people in the northwest frontier how the Omor Empire can stand on the top of the continent.

Under the arrow rain, each soldier can shoot three short arrows in two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden in the shield.

Fifteen thousand arrow sticks are just an appetizer, and the follow-up torrent of iron armor is the nightmare of all resisters.

Except for these most common soldiers, the Empire

The level of fighting qi mastered by the non-commissioned officers in the army is also much higher than that of the leaders of the gray wolf tribe.

The military system of the Omor Empire is much richer than the mere four types of the four major armies of Faustin. It is a person from a commoner family, as long as they can climb up, they can get the right to choose more than a dozen types of fighting qi.

Most of these fighting qi are mediocre, without any special abilities, and even less supporting combat skills, but since they can be selected by the empire to become the army's standard fighting qi, then the comprehensive level of these fighting qi can also be in the middle.

There are even certain types of fighting qi, which, according to Locke's current experience and experience, are a bit better than the eagle fighting qi that he cultivated.

In the final analysis, his Eagle Dou Qi is just general Dou Qi, and its only flexibility that can be praised is that it depends on the energy attribute of Wind Dou Qi itself.

Soldiers to soldiers, generals to generals, after all the soldiers rolled up in neat steps, Locke also picked out a few of his opponents.

The leader of the Bloodblade Tribe, Higuain, is absolutely unable to escape. This strong middle-aged man, in the period since the start of the battle, has already smashed over three high-level servants of the Grey Wolf Tribe. The means are bloody. Cruel, astounding.

The second is an elderly witch doctor who is comparable to a senior magic apprentice. The enemies this old man kills are not strong, but there are a lot of them.

Magic has always been a weapon for harvesting life on the battlefield. This is an undisputed fact. Nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around. Without a special powerhouse to deal with, it would be a disaster to let such a magician let go of his hands and feet.

Fortunately, most of the people who died were members of the Grey Wolf tribe, and Locke didn't feel bad about it.

The last two remaining second-class quasi-level powerhouses, one was dragged by Singer, this guy is not weak, the quasi-level powerhouse of the Blood Blade Tribe was killed by him, in Locke's view, it was only time question.

The other was entangled by a group of strong men from the gray wolf tribe, plus a witch doctor who rivaled an intermediate magic apprentice.

"Hammer, go and help them! Sith, just take care of yourself!" Shouting to the person next to him, Locke went straight to Higuain.

Hamer is the commander of the Ormore Empire Infantry Regiment, a quasi-cavalier, comparable in strength to Singer. Locke doesn't communicate much with this person, and only speaks a few words during the march.

At this time, Sith didn't need to say anything from Locke, he had already hid away and squeezed the soft persimmon. As a high-ranking servant, it should not be too easy for him to save his life on the battlefield.

The moment he was locked by Locke's mental power, Higuain broke out in cold sweat, and the threat of death had never been so close to him.

Just now, a cavalry with the strength of a mid-level attendant of the gray wolf tribe was split in half, and Higuain was stunned under the huge power of Locke.

The application of mental power is the most rogue and effective way for formal knights to deal with knights below the first level. Mental shock was learned by Locke without a teacher. The method is very simple. Spiral, and then stab at the target.

Higuain's stupor only lasted for less than a second, but this was enough. With the massive fighting qi speeding up, Locke took Higuain directly with the most conspicuous flying posture of the official knights, like a death-defying god.

I haven't experienced such a life-and-death scene for many years. Higuain, who is stronger than a brown bear, suddenly remembered that when he was a child, it was a picture buried deep in his memory.

heavy snow

Under the swirling grassland cave, a young man with a short blade, when shivering with cold, still bit Ziqing's lips, endured the hunger in his shriveled stomach, and fearlessly faced the snow wolf who was a head taller than him.

"No!!!" Higuain's eyes were red and he shouted loudly. His voice full of vigor and a grudge that had stimulated his full body state, just like facing the snow wolf decades ago, he rushed towards him without fear. Flying Locke.

"Oh?" Higuain's outburst made Locke a little surprised, but that's all.

"It's a pity." Locke said in a voice that only he could hear. A cold iron long sword was drawn out of its sheath. Faced with such an opponent, Locke would give him a decent death.

In the clash of lightning, only the two parties present knew what happened in that instant.

The majestic and muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wound, but the action stopped halfway through, and a dark red blood line appeared on Higuain's jaw.

"Ho, ho!" Higuain wanted to say something, but all the air in his chest was vented to the neck, and he was stunned, and the hot blood splashed five meters high.

A generation of heroes, Higuain, who obtained the rule of the Bloodblade tribe by force, died.

On the chaotic battlefield, everyone was concentrating on dealing with their enemies, and only a few people noticed that Higuain was killed by Locke.

Some of them are the most loyal and elite grassland rangers under Higuain.

"Avenge the leader!" More than a hundred prairie men who were closer to Locke rushed towards Locke on their horses.

Higuain's death not only did not extinguish the morale of the gang, but aroused their blood.

As an outsider, Locke is not very clear about the importance attached to loyalty and loyalty by the prairie people, nor is he very clear about the life-threatening friendship between Higuain and his subordinates, but since these are generally only the 'little guys' below the middle-level servants take the initiative Come up to die, he doesn't mind giving them a ride.

The wave of flesh and blood has once again set off.

The whole battle, in fact, when Emperor joined and Locke killed the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe, had already announced the end.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the pleasure of harvesting life. He is not a fighting lunatic, but this kind of superiority in controlling other people's lives and standing at a higher level is really good.

Nearly 40% of the battle qi in the body was consumed, and the result of the battle was that the hundred prairie rangers were turned into corpses.

The wanton vindictiveness ruthlessly tore apart every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him. Within the scope of Locke's battle, ordinary soldiers, whether they were the Grey Wolf tribe, the Bloodblade tribe, or the Emperor, all spontaneously Avoid a lot of space.

So much so that after Locke tore apart the last prairie ranger, he suddenly looked back and found that there was no enemy around, and all those close to him feared this murderer from the bottom of their hearts.

"Did the sudden surge of power cause the heart to keep up?" After Locke had Angelina and other girls, Angelina and Grace forced him to read a lot of books and understood a lot, and immediately analyzed his current problems.

Seeing that the turmoil around him had not stopped, Locke frowned. Before he knew it, there were already a lot of casualties, and at least 4,000 people lay on the ground forever.

"It's time to end!" Locke snorted coldly and flew towards a prospective knight of the Bloodblade Tribe closest to him.

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