Chapter 458: Fight

Locke’s inaction made Silk, who had been accustomed to growing up since childhood, feel the freezing coldness for the first time. This man’s indifference to death scared Silk.

Unlike the wire that entangles Locke and wants him to send troops to fight, Xin, an older and more mature brother, immediately sees his elder brothers and elders in danger, and immediately calls on the elite of the gray wolf tribe. Pentium rushed up to support Singer and others.

Hundreds of people led by Xin were elite in the rear. After entering this flesh and blood mill with more than 10,000 people, they didn't even turn up the water splash, and fell into it.

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

Silk’s qualifications are good, or it may have been cultivated by Singer for a lot of cost. At a young age, she has the strength of a low-level servant. Her weapon is a redwood short bow, only a short arm-length bow, which is suitable for strength. Used by weaker women.

"Will we do this too cruel." At this time, Sith, who was also watching the battlefield beside Locke, couldn't help saying.

He didn't feel distressed about the loss of the Gray Wolf tribe, but he felt a little emotional about the little girl's experience.

Locke missed Sith's words, and his eyes stayed on the five giant beasts on the battlefield that were nearly eight meters high.

The huge size gives them unparalleled strength, and the earth-shattering fighting style makes every grassland person who is slightly close to them have to be careful whether they will be crushed by the giant palm that suddenly fell from the sky.

The two platypuses of the Gray Wolf tribe have some scars on them, and the three giants of the Bloodblade tribe are also uncomfortable. This should be a variant of the lizard. The scales on the body are torn apart by the two platypuses, including one leg There is more than blood flow.

"The essence of the blood essence is the solid after the monster's blood has dried up. If you directly swallow the monster's heart, you don't know how it works." Locke licked his tongue consciously and looked at the five-headed monster on the battlefield, just like watching To five mobile treasure trove.

The evaluation of the strength of the monster is generally in advanced Warcraft. This level of opponents, the average knight sees an absolute headache, that is, before the promotion of Locke, in the position of a quasi-knight, he is not willing to fight against such thick-skinned guys.

But now it is different. The powerful cutting power of the official knightly grudge, Locke can ignore the defense of all creatures below the quasi-order Warcraft.

Watching the battle on the battlefield was almost going on, the green grassland was now stained red to blood red, and Locke slowly raised his arm.

The 5,000-man emperor's squad immediately lifted the shield and fired a spear under the command of the chief.

"Drink!" Thousands of collective threats made the blood-bladed tribes and gray wolf tribes in battle collectively stunned a god.

"The whole army is attacking!" In the long whistle of the Sith and the Corps Heralds, the Omor Empire Corps finally began to sharpen the two medium-sized tribes in the Sakha grassland to show their unparalleled power.

Thousands of arrows fired together, and the emperors used their own actions to show the barbaric steppe people in the northwest border to show why the Omor Empire could stand on the top of the mainland.

Chilling under the arrow rain, each soldier can shoot three short arrows within two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden inside and outside the shield.

Fifteen thousand arrows are just appetizers, and the subsequent torrent of armor is the nightmare of all resisters.

Apart from these most common soldiers, the Empire

The strength of the fighting spirit held by the first-level noncommissioned officers in the army is also much higher than that of the leaders of the Gray Wolf tribe.

The military standards of the Omer Empire are much richer than the four types of the four major legions of Forstan, that is, people of civilian origin, as long as they can climb up and get the right to choose more than a dozen kinds of grudges.

Most of these grudges are mediocre, and there are no special abilities. The matching combat skills are not. However, since they can be selected by the empire as the standard grudges of the army, the comprehensive level of these grudges can also be in the middle.

There are even individual types of fighting spirit, which, according to Locke's current experience and experience, are a little better than the fighting strength of the eagle he practiced.

In the final analysis, his eagle fighting spirit is just ordinary fighting spirit, and its only flexibility that can be praised is also dependent on the characteristics of the energy attribute of the wind system fighting gas itself.

Fighting against soldiers, fighting against each other, after all the soldiers walked up with neat steps, Locke also picked out several of his opponents.

The leader of the Blood Blade Horde Higuain is absolutely incapable of running. This powerful middle-aged man has already slammed three high-level servants of the Gray Wolf Tribe in the period from the beginning of the battle to the blood of the means. Cruel and shocking.

The second is an elderly witch doctor who is against a senior magic apprentice. This old man's enemies are not strong, but there are many.

Magic has always been a weapon for harvesting life on the battlefield. This is an undisputed fact. Nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around. There is no special strongman to deal with, let such a magician let go of his hands and feet, it is a disaster.

Fortunately, most of the dead are members of the Gray Wolf tribe, Locke is not distressed.

The last two second-class quasi-level strongmen, one was dragged by Single, this guy is not weak, the quasi-level strongman of the Bloodblade tribe was killed by him, in Locke's view only time problem.

The other was entangled by a group of strong men from the Gray Wolf tribe, plus a witch doctor who matched an intermediate magic apprentice.

"Hammer, you help them! You can take care of yourself, Sith!" shouted at the person next to him, and Locke went straight to Igua.

Hamer is the commander of the Omer Empire Infantry Regiment, a quasi-cavalier level, with the strength of Singer, Locke has little communication with this person, and usually only a few words when marching.

Sith didn't need to say at this time that since he had been hiding far away, he squeezed the soft persimmon, and it was not too simple for the high-ranking servant to save his life on the battlefield.

Locked by Locke's mental power, Higuain suddenly sweated in cold sweat, and the threat of death was never so close to him.

Just now, a cavalry with a mid-level servant strength of the Gray Wolf tribe, even with a horse and a horse, was split in half. At this time, Higuain was stunned by the huge power of Locke.

The application of spiritual power is the most effective and effective method for formal knights to deal with knights below the first level. Spiritual shock is learned by Locke without self-study. The method is very simple. It only requires imagination to gather their own spiritual power into Spiral, then stab at the target.

Higuain's stunned **** lasted for less than a second, but that was enough. Through massive fighting speed, Locke took the most conspicuous flying posture of the official knights and took the Higuain straight like a death.

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

Heavy snow

Under the prairie cave, a young man with a short blade, trembling in the cold, still biting purple-green lips, enduring the hunger in his shriveled stomach, his fearless face was a snow wolf taller than him.

"No!!!" Higuain opened his eyes with red eyes and shouted. The blood-filled voice and the grudge inspired to the full body state, just like the snow wolf decades ago, rushed towards the face without fear. Flying Locke.

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

"It's a pity." Locke said in a voice that only he could hear. A cold iron sword was sheathed. In the face of this opponent, Locke would give him a personal death.

In the clash of sparkling stones and fire, only the two parties present knew exactly what happened in that moment.

The strong, muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wounds, but only halfway through the action, he stopped, and a dark red blood line appeared in Higuain's jaw position.

"Oh, ho" Higuain wanted to say something, but all the gas in his chest came out at the neck, and the hot blood splashed five meters high.

A generation of owls, Higuain, who acquired the rule of the Bloodblade tribe by force, died.

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

Some of them are Higuain's most loyal and elite prairie rangers.

"Revenge for the leader!" More than a hundred prairie men near Locke rushed towards Locke.

Higuain's death not only did not extinguish the morale of this group of people, but aroused their bloodiness.

Locke, who is an outsider, is not very clear about the importance of loyalty and loyalty to the prairie people, nor is it clear that Higuain and his men have died in love, but since these are generally only the little guys below the mid-level attendants take the initiative to die , He doesn't mind sending them a ride.

The wave of flesh and blood set off again.

The whole battle was actually announced when Emperor ** joined and Locke killed the leader of the Blood Blade Horde.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the thrill of harvesting his life. He was not a fighting maniac, but this kind of control over the lives of others and a higher level of superiority was really good.

The grudge in the body consumes nearly 40%, and the result is that the hundred grassland rangers are turned into shattered corpses.

Indiscriminate arrogance, tearlessly tearing every flesh and body that dare to stand in front of him. Within the scope of Locke's battle, ordinary soldiers no matter whether they are the Gray Wolf Tribe, the Blood Blade Tribe, or the Emperor **, They spontaneously bypassed a lot of space.

So that Locke tore the last prairie ranger and looked back suddenly, and found that there was no enemy around him. All the people who were close to him were afraid of this murderous devil from the heart.

"Due to the sudden surge of strength, can't you keep up with your heart?" Locke had women like Angelina and was forced to read a lot of books by Angelina and Grace. She knew a lot and immediately analyzed her current problems.

Seeing that the surrounding disturbances had not stopped, Locke frowned, and unconsciously had a lot of deaths and injuries. At least 4,000 people lay down on the ground forever.

"It's time to end!" Locke snorted and flew towards the nearest knight of the Blood Blade Horde.