Chapter 459 The Setting Sun
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Today, the bloodblade tribe is still fighting on the battlefield. It is the tribal leaders above the middle-level servants. After the leader of Higuain was killed, the bloodblade tribe did not usher in the rout that Locke imagined.
Like a killer hiding in the dark, moving at a high speed, except for some high-level servants and witch doctors who rivaled the middle-level magic apprentices, the rest of the ordinary prairie people can only look at their compatriots. die one by one.
After slashing the head of a high-ranking servant-level prairie man again, Locke began to look for his next target.
The flexibility and speed of the eagle's fighting qi made Locke feel like a duck to water on the battlefield, and no one could withstand a blow from him.
"The one named Higuain is also a bit of a skill." If one had to say that one person resisted Locke's blow, Higuain, the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, was one, but he resisted with his own life.
If you look closely, you will find that when Locke collided with Higuain's sword, Locke's cold iron sword was slightly curled.
After all, it is a long sword suitable for the stage of a knight's attendant. Locke, who has been promoted to a full-fledged knight, needs to find a long sword that matches his identity after this battle, as well as his armor.
The battle went on for an afternoon. In the final stage, in order to suppress the resistance of the Bloodblade tribe as soon as possible, Locke decisively summoned the scorpion dragon Femo from the space flute.
Since Locke was promoted to the official knight, Fei Mo has also gained a lot of benefits under the synchronization of the spiritual contract. After two months of sleep, Fei Mo has not been directly promoted to the rank of Warcraft, but he has also stood in the ranks of the quasi-rank Warcraft. Peak position.
Fei Mo, who was only one layer of window paper away from the tier monsters, would have to spend a lot of money to fight against Locke's current strength.
Eight meters away, Femo, who was approaching a height of nine meters, had surpassed his scorpion dragon brothers and sisters in size, and looked up to his parents, the scorpion dragon lord Adamris and his wife.
Adamris is about fifteen meters tall, while his consort Shiva is about twelve meters tall.
The appearance of the scorpion dragon directly broke the formation of the blood blade tribe.
There are also monsters on the prairie, because of the limitations of grassland species and environment, high-level monsters are not known by their size.
With Fei Mo's physique, he has surpassed the giant beasts raised by the grassland people.
High-level monsters are not necessarily huge in size, but generally they are all high-level monsters. This is the selection of jungle laws, and the direction of passive evolution of monsters.
Before releasing his suffocating energy, the huge scorpion dragon standing there alone defeated the last courage of the Bloodblade tribe.
The disadvantages of not having undergone strict militarization training were all revealed at this time.
Countless blood blade tribesmen, the corpses and wounded left on the ground, rushed to flee.
When Locke continued to hunt down the people on the must-kill list of the Bloodblade Tribe, he gave Feimo an order to kill the beasts.
The three giant beasts of the Bloodblade Tribe and the two giant beasts of the Gray Wolf Tribe, after an afternoon of fighting, each left dozens of scratches and bite wounds on their bodies, and their fighting ability has been greatly reduced.
Facing the menacing scorpion dragon, the lizard behemoth of the three-headed blood blade tribe left a final cry.
Fei Mo, who was led by Locke's mental strength after being promoted, became stronger in physique and strength, and at the same time, his wisdom also improved a lot.
The long and narrow dragon's eyes narrowed slightly. When Fei Mo slammed into it with ten thousand force, his body 'unintentionally' scratched the friendly army, the most seriously injured platypus.
"Hi~!!"
"Gah! Gah~~"
Platypus and the one hit by Fermo
The lizard giant beast let out a piercing scream.
Before waiting for the remaining two lizard beasts to make any move, a dark energy ball with amazing energy fluctuations converged in the mouth of the scorpion dragon and shot at the closest lizard beast.
The giant beasts domesticated by the prairie people, in the final analysis, are creatures that do not understand the power of the elements. The strength evaluation is high, but they are not necessarily the opponents of high-level monsters, not to mention Fei Mo is not high-level monsters.
After the tragic battle, whether they can still pose a threat to the scorpion dragon is unknown.
The setting sun in the west refused to dissipate for a long time, and the whole prairie was immersed in a rich red background.
The blood blade tribe's 40,000 people and 10,000 young and middle-aged people were strangled by the combination of the Grey Wolf tribe and the Emperor Omor. Less than 4,000 people were alive, and the remaining 30,000 old and weak women and children were also killed by the red-eyed gray. For the wolf tribe, the damage was close to 6,000.
This has caused the Blood Blade Tribe to drop from a prestigious middle-level tribe on the Saka grassland to the third-rate. Without a strong leader, there is no strong enough young and middle-aged clansmen. Can the old and weak of the Blood Blade Tribe survive this winter? Still an issue.
Compared with the miserable Bloodblade Tribe, the Grey Wolf Tribe was slightly better. Singer's original move to preserve his strength and only send half of his clan to fight was simply a wise move.
People who are not my race must have different hearts. How could the people of the Omor Empire really help their tribe? That indifferent and terrifying first-level knight left a deep impression on the people of the Grey Wolf tribe.
Although the bright-minded Grey Wolf tribe knew that they had been miserable by the Omor people, they seemed to be fine when they met the senior leaders on both sides.
"Knight Locke, thank you for your help, there are most of the treasures of the Bloodblade Tribe!" Under the setting sun, the leader Singer smiled and pulled Locke to a pile of wooden boxes.
golden feet of yellow orange
There are two boxes, there are five boxes of precious silverware, and there are some strange objects similar to antiques, with a strong prairie folk flavor.
Most of the prairie people are sincere. The boxes that hold things are two meters wide and one meter high, larger than those treasure chests that Locke has ever seen.
For honest people, Locke can't do anything. With the twitching of Singer's eyes, Locke took away two boxes of gold and four boxes of silverware. He still has a bottom line, at least one box of silverware left for the Grey Wolf tribe.
There are still more than a dozen sacks of prairie antiques Locke did not take. These things have neither magical fluctuations nor artistic cells that Locke can understand. I believe that bringing them back to the Omor Empire will not be able to sell for a good price, so they are simply given to the Grey Wolf tribe.
This move gave the leader of the Grey Wolf Tribe Singer a sigh of relief. The nobles of the Omor Empire could not appreciate these antiques, which did not mean that they were worthless on the prairie.
Some leaders of large and medium-sized tribes like these things, and if they get Shi Shiyin, a famous trading town in the Saka Prairie, Singer can recover some of the losses of the Grey Wolf tribe.
Along with Singer were his sons and daughters. Xin and Si were well protected. They were only slightly injured on the dangerous battlefield on all sides.
Xin, who was wrapped in a green turban on his head and a layer of gauze on his left arm, seemed to have injured his muscles and bones. Locke threw him a bottle of recovery potion.
The potions made by alchemists are rare on the prairie. This healing potion, which can provide effects on the fatal wounds of high-ranking servants, is definitely overkill for Xin's arm injuries.
For Locke's generosity, the young man Xin thanked him neither humble nor arrogant.
The silk with red makeup was not as stunning and unrestrained as it was when I first saw it. The face was dirty one after another, and there was even a patch on the right side of the cheek.
The blood stains, I don't know if it's hers or someone else's.
Seeing that there was only a loss caused by the turbulent qi and blood, and no other external sores, Locke gave her a low-level mental recovery potion prepared by Grace.
At first glance, the spiritual recovery potion with golden liquid was not ordinary, but Si bit her lip and refused to accept it. In the end, Singer hurriedly scolded it before picking it up reluctantly.
This girl is still haunted by Locke's delay in attacking. She can't blame this girl. Locke let the Grey Wolf tribe block the most intense first wave of the Blood Blade Tribe's attack, which effectively weakened the vitality of the Blood Blade Tribe. The tribe left 2,000 corpses here.
These clansmen were usually uncles and uncles who were very good to her in the tribe, but they died suddenly in battle, leaving an unforgettable pain for Si, who was still immature.
It was a disaster for the gray wolf tribe, but a blessing for the emperors. In this battle, the corps of 5,000 people was fully formed, and the personnel losses were controlled within 500 people. This was a rare victory!
When the battle was over, when everyone packed up the bodies of relatives and friends, and gathered the weapons and knives dipped in blood everywhere, Locke also weighed the four blood-colored diamond-shaped spar in his hand with great interest.
This thing is the best-quality blood essence gathered in the heart of the prairie giant beast, which is more precious than the quasi-order Warcraft crystal nucleus.
Dozens of blood essences presented by Singer, and those seized from the Bloodblade tribe, have been used by Locke, the official knight, with little effect. This kind of beast produces a top-quality blood essence, which can only be used against him. The current strength has a driving effect.
Among the four top-quality blood essences, three were lizard behemoths from the Blood Blade Tribe and one duck-billed behemoth from the Grey Wolf Tribe.
These blood essences were given to Locke by Femo, the scorpion dragon. As for the dead bodies of the giant beasts, they were beaten to death by it.
The vigorous prairie behemoth is really a great supplement. With the appetite of the scorpion dragon to swallow petrochemical gold, it will eat a whole head. Fortunately, the weather is getting colder, and this thing will not be damaged if it is left outside for a few days.
The head of Higuain, the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, has been wrapped up by Locke and placed in a space ring for preservation. Locke also personally checked and confirmed the corpses of the more than a dozen Blood Blade tribe leaders.
So far, even if the task is completed, the crushing of absolute strength, the blood blade tribe of tens of thousands of tribes was annexed in just one day, which is really shocking.
Singer, who had seen Locke's true strength on the battlefield, showed his diligence and hospitality despite being placed in the front by Locke.
"Knight Locke, aren't you going to be a guest of the Grey Wolf Tribe for two days?" Three days later, Singer outside the Arizano Basin asked.
"No, just let it go." Locke said.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Singer's expression, Locke rode his horse away, and the imperial corps stationed next to him, like a awake giant beast, rushed into the distance.
Seeing that Locke's figure was getting farther and farther away, and the smoke and dust of the imperial team's marching were also drifting farther and farther, Singer said to Xin, who had been following him, "Do you know why I am so afraid of this official knight?"
Xin was silent.
"Because he is stronger than the first-level leaders of the big tribes I have seen, and if I read it correctly, he should be less than forty years old." Singer said.
The middle-aged Singer is actually forty-nine years old this year. He can't imagine how much opportunity and life-and-death experience a knight needs to advance to the first level before the age of forty.
"Take care of your sister, she's still young." Singer sighed, with more than a dozen sons and daughters under him, only Xin has the potential to inherit his gray wolf tribe.
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