Chapter 158, the End of the Sheep Orcs, the Anticipation of the Rat War, the Eagle on the Grassland

The result seemed to be doomed.

The infected knights fell one by one.

In the desperate battle, it was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed, and they fell from the giant sheep one by one.

When they fell, most of them looked ferocious because they were unwilling.

Most of them still wanted to fight, but their bodies could no longer support it.

The number of sheep orc knights gathered under the flag became fewer and fewer.

Even the ratman supervisors were falling in groups.

But this group of dull and slow guys was much more resilient than ordinary ratmen warriors.

Press forward, raise the spear, press forward, stab the spear, and then die.

At the same time.

The situation faced by the other knight unit of the sheep orcs was not much better at this time.

Rat War's vision was very vicious, and his orders were perfectly implemented by the fierce knights.

This silent knight wearing heavy armor trampled on the panicked ratmen warriors and ran into the team of sheep orc knights without hesitation.

Even though they were already ferocious knights, these guys still only knew those two things.

Raise their spears and charge.

Raise their spears and charge resolutely.

This most elite rat knights split the sheep orc knights into two parts in one charge.

They did what they had to do very well, and entangled the steps of the sheep orc knights.

But it was at the cost of themselves.

The two separated sheep orcs still wanted to charge at the first time, moving towards the rat war standing on the high platform.

But they were bitten by the ferocious knights, and the rat warriors around them who were a little confused in the sudden attack were gradually coming back to their senses.

Even though the supervisors gathered to guard the side of the rat war at this time, they simply couldn't spare the energy to drive these guys to the battlefield.

But looking at the sheep orc knights who were bitten and chased by the ferocious knights.

Some vague malice appeared in the eyes of the rat warriors around them.

The rat warriors at the rear of the army spontaneously surged.

The sheep orc knights found a problem.

If they didn't deal with these ferocious knights, they couldn't move forward.

They vented their anger on the ferocious knights, but as elite troops, the ferocious knights were not so easy to deal with.

The sharp scimitars fell on their armor and only left scratches.

Even the tall giant sheep couldn't get any advantage when facing this group of ferocious giant rats.

These giant rats with red eyes could easily overturn the giant sheep to the ground.

They wanted to bite the enemy violently, but their mouths were locked tightly, and they became more and more manic in the battle.

They wanted to bite the enemy on the battlefield.

But they couldn't open their mouths, and the heads with metal mouth buckles fell on the sheep orc knights who fell to the ground, or the overturned giant sheep.

In order to let some blood and fresh meat fall into their mouths through the gap of the mouth buckle.

Until the knight on his back pulled the chain in his hand violently. The chain that penetrated into the flesh and blood was the only way to control these ferocious rats.

The ferocious rats rushed left and right on the battlefield with red eyes.

The ferocious knights put down their spears and pulled out the war clubs on their waists.

If you can lift their helmets, you will find that these ferocious knights, like the ferocious rats they rode, have red eyes.

This time, the exchange between the ratmen and the sheep orcs was reversed.

Facing these silent ferocious knights, the sheep orc knights kept falling like dumplings.

The solid full-body armor brought comprehensive protection to the ferocious knights.

It also made any collision with them become careful and cautious.

They had no intention of defense, were not flexible enough, and had no superb skills.

All they had was the war club that fell straight down.

It was particularly effective on this chaotic battlefield.

But this did not mean that the sheep orc knights had no way to deal with the ferocious knights.

Leaving a distance, he began to accelerate. For a skilled rider, it was not difficult to speed up and complete a collision in a very short distance.

The targets of the collision were the fierce knights wearing full body armor.

And the ones who initiated the collision were the young sheep orc knights.

In the angry roar, the giant sheep jumped high and hit the fierce giant rat that was also wrapped in full body armor.

And the young sheep orc knights pounced on the fierce knight on the back of the giant rat.

Pulling these stunned ratmen to the ground.

This was not a fatal attack, whether for the fierce giant rat or for the knight on the fierce giant rat.

The real way to kill these fierce knights was not the desperate attack of these young sheep orcs, but the trampling of the huge knight team that came later.

The full-strength trampling of the tall giant sheep was not much worse than a falling sledgehammer.

And the target of the trampling was the falling fierce knight.

Even if he was stunned and slow, he could predict his own death.

This group of silent guys will make the only sound in the battle at this moment, and it will also be their last words.

An angry roar.

At the last moment, he tried to protect the lines on his chest, trying to push away the young sheep-beast knight who was hugging him tightly, and wanted to protect his chest with both hands, trying to protect the divine lines engraved on his chest.

But it was obvious that there was no effect.

The solid full-body armor could not withstand such trampling, and the final result would probably be a bloody mud mixed with metal fragments. Oh, and there would probably be a young sheep-beast mixed in it.

The ferocious knights were losing rapidly.

But they cut off the last hope of this sheep-beast knight.

The galloping rat knight arrived, and the surrounding rat warriors began to join the battlefield. Those fierce giant rats who had lost their knights with tenacious vitality were still abusing on the battlefield.

Even the scavengers who fell behind the rat army cast their eyes over, ready to move.

A battlefield that was more bloody and cruel than the front battlefield appeared behind the rat army.

The chaotic battlefield was composed of the ferocious knights, sheep orc knights, rat warriors, and rat knights. Later, there were also many scavengers ready to move.

In such a chaotic situation, under the entanglement of these ferocious knights and rat knights who were not afraid of death, the 40,000 sheep orc knights lost the qualification to advance.

The last hope still fell on the front battlefield, on the group of infected knights who were dying, and on Feng who held the flag high.

The old Feng almost used up all his strength. He was no longer as brave as he was when he was young. Under the push of the knights who kept dying behind him.

It was difficult to cross the constantly gathering rat supervisors.

Fatigue really appeared on his face.

Even though the sheep orc knights who turned back had been trapped in the cruel fight, they still brought him some opportunities.

At least most of the rat army and an elite group of ferocious knights were attracted by the group of sheep orc knights who turned back.

He was about to come to Shu Zhan, and almost led the way to break through the ratman supervision team surrounding Shu Zhan.

He brought the scattered infected knights, who were less than a hundred people, to Shu Zhan, panting and in a mess.

He stood under Shu Zhan's high platform.

He was looked down upon by the high Shu Zhan, but his eyes were full of determination.

There was no way out. For the sheep orcs, he had to do it, and he had to do it.

He just needed to kill the guy in front of him, just needed to kill the guy in front of him.

But think about it carefully, even if he killed Shu Zhan, would he definitely win this war?

Even if Shu Zhan was killed by him, the huge ratman army fled in a panic, but did he win?

Even if this war was won, there would not be many sheep orc knights who could survive, and they still had to face many problems.

Plague, winter, and the peeping of the argali tribe and the ratmen.

Yes, there were also ratmen. Even if Shu Zhan died, the war would not stop. There might be chaos and fighting among the ratmen.

But when the temple of the great god began to lack sacrifices, when the bright and beautiful blood mushrooms that intoxicated people no longer sprouted, the war would continue.

If the ratmen were not so cruel and twisted.

Maybe Feng would still choose to abandon his dignity this time and kneel before Rat War, but Rat War was too bad.

The ratmen were too twisted.

The ratmen did not want vassals, land, or even slaves.

They were very pure, and they only wanted the sheep beastmen themselves.

There was no room for easing.

But Feng was very fortunate that he still had the opportunity to pick up his pride that he had already abandoned at the last moment of his life.

He raised his head high.

Standing straight, the panting Feng was about to climb the platform after a brief calm. No matter what, even if he paid a lot of price, there was still a glimmer of hope.

He wanted to kill the rat general in front of him.

Feng showed a firm expression.

It was at this moment.

But a sharp, twisted and piercing laughter was heard.

The one who made such a sound was Rat Zhan, who was standing on the high platform. After seeing the firmness on Feng's face, this bad guy laughed wantonly and twistedly.

Yes! This is what he was waiting for! This is it!

Although he still had to wait for a while.

He laughed wildly and excitedly, and even the flag in his hand shook violently.

Rat Zhan did not raise his spear, and he did not need to raise his spear.

In the shadows around him, one ratman after another appeared from the darkness, in Rat Zhan's crazy and excited laughter.

This was the second elite force formed by Rat Zhan.

They were not many, only five hundred, and their equipment was not good enough, at least not as good as the group of fierce knights fighting in the center of the meat grinder.

But it was them.

At this moment, it was enough to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Unkind eyes appeared from these ratmen runners, and they blocked Feng and Rat Zhan.

There were not many knights following Feng.

The Ratmen Supervisory Team gathered again and pressed towards the sheep beastmen.

At this time.

Shu Zhan's words fell.

"Whoever cuts off this old guy's head will be promoted to a warlord!"

In these words, in the greed that surged at that moment, these gathered ratmen runners rushed towards the old sheepman in front of them.

Rat Zhan stopped his crazy laughter and cast his eyes on the old sheepman in front of him.

At this moment, he was actually a little nervous and anxious.

He was eager to see some ugly and ridiculous expressions on the old sheepman, fear! Yes! Yes! Fear!

Maybe unwilling! Unwilling is also good! Regret! Regret is also good!

Rat Zhan has never taken the old guy in front of him seriously, but at this time he is eager to see something different on his face.

The bitter wine brewed by the failure in the past gradually became more and more bitter in his heart.

Rat Zhan's luck has always been bad. He has almost never lost in wars, but he has never won in battles.

Whether facing gods, white rats, or the red lizard.

Tasting the bitter wine brewed by hatred again and again.

Like a humble rat.

Such a sense of dislocation made him more and more crazy.

And now he saw a guy who looked like the red lizard again.

He longed to see something different on the face of the old sheep man.

He won, he won, so he needed a little joy, like a real winner!

But he was disappointed again.

Disappointed again.

The old sheep man seemed to accept everything calmly at the last moment of death.

A ratman raider pierced the old sheep man who was struggling to support himself with a spear, and the old sheep man, who was already at the end of his strength, ushered in his own end.

In the end, he did not kill Shu Zhan, did not defeat the ratman army led by Shu Zhan, and could not save his own race. In this last gamble, the hope of the sheep orcs will be cut off in his hands.

He has tried his best, and he is too old.

Even if there are some regrets, regrets about a war many years ago, if he could have crushed the argali tribe earlier, if he could have successfully led this four-season pasture.

Then can he play against the group of wolf orcs?

If he could defeat the wolf orc and the young wolf king, then when facing the ratman at this time.

Will the ending be different?

A spear pierced his chest, and he was about to die. At this moment of death, a little regret appeared in his eyes.

But soon, this regret disappeared, shook his head, and stopped struggling. He had done everything he could.

He had tried his best.

Although it was still a little short.

But at the last moment of his life, he didn't have so much reluctance. The warriors on the grassland would not complain too much, but suddenly he became interested, even though the scimitar was falling towards his neck.

Shouted loudly.

"I am the wind! I am also the eagle of the grassland!"

As soon as the voice fell, a ratman runner with greed and excitement in his eyes cut off his head with a scimitar.

The headless body fell on this vast grassland.

The sheep orc high priest Feng ended here.