Chapter 457: Weak meat

On the east bank of the Timusan River, on the flat grassland outside the Alisano Basin, smoky dust spreads from three different forces. A total of 20,000 soldiers gathered here.

One side is the Blood-Blade tribesmen in red clothes riding horses and a scimitar, the other side is the gray wolf tribesmen wrapped in gray bandages, carrying short bows and long swords, and the other is advancing and retreating. The Omor Emperor of Kaisensen.

Today, the prestigious blood-bladed tribe rangers on both sides of the Timusan River stopped at the high slopes of the grasslands and dared not take a step forward, making them so dreaded. It was not the gray wolf tribe that had fought openly for decades, but this Supported by the infantry regiment of the Omor Empire.

A short time later, a two-meter tall man came out of the Blood Blade Horde Rangers, wearing a bright red leather armor, carrying a cold-fronted Uzi machete in his hand, it was actually the top priority of Locke’s mission. Target Higuain, leader of the Bloodblade Horde.

Higuain did not come out empty-handed. A box of seemingly heavy iron boxes was carried by two prairie men.

Igua really turned out to be an owl, standing in front of an army of tens of thousands of people, his face didn't change. He looked solemnly at the direction of the emperor's government. The heavy pressure from there made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Go!" Higuain said to the side.

The two prairie giants carried the iron box, led by a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy, and slowly walked towards the emperor**.

Under Locke's acquiescence, Emperor ** did not stop, and the three walked all the way to the middle and rear of King **, in front of Locke.

At this time, Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, and his children also stood not far from Locke's side. Seeing this situation, Singer's face was uncertain.

"Knight Lord of the Empire, I'm Santye, the priest of the Bloodblade tribe. On behalf of the leader, I pay the most respectful respect of the Bloodblade tribe to Lord Knight." The messenger said loudly.

Locke's silence made the blood-blade tribe priest named Santye feel tight in his heart, and he endured the fear of facing natural enemies. Santye pulled out the scimitar in his waist and cleaved him beside him. The top of the iron box.

"Bang!" The iron lock of the Xie Iron Box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark, and the top of the lid was lifted up, revealing the rows of blood essences glowing with dazzling red light.

There are four rows neatly in total, with a total of forty blood essences. The blood-blade tribe's handwriting is quite large. One shot is twice that of the gray wolf tribe, not to mention the blood-stained tribe. Countless jewelry, gold.

"This is the meeting ceremony given by the Bloodblade tribe to Lord Empire Knight, I hope the Lord will accept it!" the messenger shouted in the emperor's formation.

He was not only under the pressure of Locke, a first-level knight, but also the strong oppression of thousands of emperors. He could maintain calm in this scene. The priest of this blood-blade tribe, Sant Yejean Locke mentioned a little interest.

At the intermediate magic apprenticeship level, Santye is one of the seventeen lists that Singer gave him yesterday, one of the high-ranking figures of the Blood Blade Horde.

Forty blood essences, and jewelry worth about one hundred thousand gold moles, Rao Yiluo's wealth is inevitably impressed, but this will not dispel the will of Locke to destroy the Blood Blade Horde.

"Three months ago, the envoy of the Bloodblade Tribe had gone to the Omor empire and delivered this year's tribute. I hope Lord," seeing Locke still indifferent, Santye gritted his teeth and said that he had already practiced and changed. Lines.

This time Locke’s expression has changed a little bit, has he paid his full offering this year?

So why did the Knight Palace also send itself to destroy the Bloodblade tribe, if it was set off to the Omor Empire three months ago, when he set off a month ago, the Knight Palace had enough time to remind himself to terminate this mission.

Well, if it wasn’t for the Bloodblade tribe to lie in front of them, it was the knight palace that no longer cared about the tribute of the Bloodblade tribe.

Moreover, it is not yet known whether Yi Luoke’s understanding of the intricacies and darkness of the authority within the Omor Empire has finally fallen to the treasury of the Omor Empire.

Regardless, since the Knight Palace did not explicitly ask him to terminate the mission, then everything will be premised on completing the mission.

Before waiting for Locke to make any statement, there was someone on the scene who was even hurry.

"Demons confuse the people!" Singer, the leader of the Grey Wolf tribe, somehow came to the blood-blade tribe envoy, unexpectedly wielding a machete, with a split-style grudge, and tearing Santye's skin without any obstacles. A, muscles, bones.

This prairie witch doctor with intermediate magic apprenticeship has a strange place in his head before even a decent magic method has been used.

Suddenly bloody, so that the gray wolf tribe people who are paying attention here, and the blood-blade tribe people have had a lot of turmoil, the war horse nephew Lu called, and it was triggered.

There were only rows of indifferent emperors who stood straight upright, without disturbing their positions due to the sudden **** smell.

Some blood even splashed on the faces of several soldiers around, but these soldiers were still unmoved like stone statues.

"Children of the gray wolf tribe, let me kill!" Perhaps in order to make Locke determined, Singer turned his horse and waved his arms, leading thousands of elite gray wolf tribes, rushing towards the blood with mighty force Before the Blade Tribe.

Thousands of cavalry sprinted, like the thunder, the gray wolf tribes, led by their leaders, rushed to the blood-bladed tribes that were enemies against them for generations.

In front of the Blood Blade tribe, facing the sudden attack of the Gray Wolf tribe, several high-ranking tribal seniors almost rushed forward with wielding scimitars. They used to be honest gray wolves in front of their Blood Blade tribe. Horde, rebellion now? !

Higua, who was at the forefront of the formation, saw that the battle was inevitable, sighed, and asked the gray-robed man behind him, "What do the lion roar tribes say?"

"The second leader of the Lion's Roar tribe rejected our request and returned the two boxes of treasures we presented." The gray robe said in a low voice.

The Lion's Roar tribe is around the Timusan River Basin. The nearest large tribe, with 160,000 people, is the first leader of the current tribe.

Hearing the gray robe, Higuain's facial expression did not change much, but anyone familiar with him could find that the tribal leader's face had a trace of death and decay.

"No one can defeat the Blood Blade Horde! Unless he stepped over my body!" Higuain screamed, inspiring the blood of the Blood Blade Horde's people.

"Roar!!" The high-sounding harmony came from Higuain's guard, the elite warrior prairie ranger of the Blood Blade tribe.

Under the leadership of the leader, Higuain, the blood-bladed tribe, nearly ten thousand young and powerful tribes, waving

The scimitar rushed towards the attacking gray wolf tribe without fear.

The fierce collision started, and the two sides immediately entered the stage of fierce heat in the moment of hand-over.

The sharp scimitar is a weapon for harvesting life. The prairie people love the scimitar and abandon the armor. Every warrior uses his own solid muscles to resist the split of the scimitar.

It is conceivable that without ordinary servants above the strength, how can ordinary life ignore the sharpness of iron.

This is the most chaotic war that Locke has seen. The two sides have no rules and regulations, and they are all fighting with their lives. The leader does not dispatch his men, but instead acts like a reckless man. .

Blood and scars are the glory of men. The prairie men interpreted this perfectly. Singer's elite cavalry and Higuain's rangers had just rushed in, and almost everyone was injured.

Blood was still dripping from his wrist, but he was like a boring person, roaring and waving a scimitar, splitting towards the enemy in front of him.

This type of play also has its effects. For example, both sides have perfectly dispersed the other's formation and divided the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke ordered the emperor's men to press up and use the perfect and solid army to disperse the resistance of the Blood Blade Horde, the situation of the war would become clear.

Maybe a few months ago, it was the young and middle-aged armed of the blood-bladed tribe of ordinary herders. How could it be an opponent of the elite corps of the Omor Empire.

However, Locke did not do so.

With indifferent eyes, he looked at the battlefield thousands of kilometers away from him, this huge flesh and blood mill, every minute and every second of life passed.

Locke does not move, the Emperor ** team will not move, they are waiting for the orders of their officers.

At this time, the people behind the Gray Wolf Tribe Palace who were not far from Locke had a big commotion. The situation of the Gray Wolf Tribe Warriors on the battlefield is very bad. The sharp convenience is also difficult to get well in the blood-striking tribe.

Breaking away from the elders of the clan, Singer’s daughter rushed to a place less than fifty meters away from Locke, and was eventually stopped by the Imperial Guards, "Brother Locke, why don’t you let your soldiers go up, father now they are very Danger!"

There was confusion and anger in Silk's voice, as well as some bleak seeing through some essence.

Locke didn't answer her words, his eyes were looking closely at the battlefield ahead.

The first-level knight is indeed invincible in the formation of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person's strength, even if he breaks through the massive fighting spirit obtained by the formal knight, Locke believes that after killing hundreds of ordinary people , I will also fall into exhaustion.

In the end, this is a war for ordinary people. Since it is a war, there must be casualties. Locke’s decision is to let the casualties of the Gray Wolf tribe replace the casualties of the Emperor **, which will directly affect his assessment of this mission.

The death and injury of the gray wolf tribe people may have caused him some guilt ten years ago, but since the return of the plane war, Locke’s mentality has changed a lot.

Activated goblin plane, that is hundreds of millions of activated goblins, all of them became slaves and forbiddens of the Western three island magicians and knights. They were swallowed by them as food desserts, what is the difference between cattle and horses.

This is a world of weak meat and strong food, and the weak need no mercy!