Chapter 459: Sunset afterglow

Today, the Blood Blade Horde is still fighting on the battlefield. It is the tribal leaders above the mid-level servants. After the death of the leader of Higuain, the Blood Blade Horde has not ushered in the imaginary defeat of Locke.

Like a killer hidden in the dark, moving at high speed, except for some high-level servants and witch doctors who can compete with intermediate magic apprentices, the remaining ordinary prairie people can only look at their compatriots. One by one died.

Once again cutting the first high-level servant-level prairie man, Locke began to look for his next goal.

The flexibility and speed of the eagle's fighting spirit make Locke like a fish on the battlefield, and no one can bear his blow.

"The one named Higuain is also a bit capable," if it were to say that a person resisted Locke's blow, the leader of the Blood Blade Horde, Higuain, was one, but he resisted with his own life.

If you look closely, you will find that when Locke collided with the Higuain sword before, Locke's cold iron long sword has a slight curling edge.

After all, it is a long sword suitable for the knight servant stage. Locke has been promoted to a formal knight. After this battle, he needs to find a long sword with his own identity, as well as armor.

In the afternoon of the battle, in the final stage, in order to suppress the resistance of the blood-bladed tribes as soon as possible, Locke decisively summoned the Scorpion Dragon Fermo from the space flute.

Since Locke was promoted to an official knight, Fermo has also gained a lot of benefits under the synchronous effect of the mental power contract. After two months of sleep, Feimo did not directly promote to Tier of Warcraft, but he also stood in the quasi-tier of Warcraft. Peak position.

Fermo, who had only one layer of window paper left behind from the Warcraft, had to fight with Locke's current strength.

Eight meters away, Fermo approaching a height of nine meters, those who have exceeded the size of the scorpion dragon brothers and sisters, and their parents scorpion dragon lord Adams and his wife.

The height of Adamlis is about fifteen meters, while the height of his spouse Shiva is about twelve meters.

The appearance of the scorpion dragon directly broke up the formation of the blood-bladed tribe.

Warcraft also exists on the prairie, because of the limitations of grassland species and environment, high-level warcraft is not known for its size.

With Fermo's physique, it has surpassed the giant beasts supported by the prairie people.

High-level Warcraft does not necessarily have a huge size, but the huge body is generally all high-level Warcraft, which is the selection of jungle rules, the direction of passive evolution of Warcraft.

Before he released his grief, standing there, the huge scorpion dragon, he defeated the blood of the blood-blade tribe.

The ills of a thousand miles, failure to become a military force, and the lack of strict militarization training are evident at this time.

The people of countless blood-bladed tribes have thrown down dead corpses and wounded people, rushing to flee.

When Locke continued to chase down the few people in the blood-blade tribe's kill list, he ordered Feimo to kill the monsters.

The monsters of the three-headed blood-blade tribe and the two monsters of the gray wolf tribe, after an afternoon of fighting, each monster has dozens of scratches and bite wounds, and the combat ability has dropped by more than one.

Facing the fierce scorpion dragon, the lizard behemoth of the three-headed blood-bladed tribe left the final wail.

After being promoted by Locke, Fermo's mental strength improved, his body became stronger and his strength became stronger, and his wisdom also made great progress.

The narrow long eye narrowed and Feimo hit it with great force. The body accidentally scraped the friendly army, and the most injured platypus.

"hiss!!"

"quack"

Platypus and Femme hit

The lizard beast screamed with tears.

Not waiting for the remaining two lizard behemoths to make a move, a dark energy ball with amazing energy fluctuations converged in the scorpion dragon's mouth and shot at the lizard beast closest to it.

The giant beasts domesticated by the prairie people are, in the final analysis, creatures that do not comprehend the elemental power. Their strength assessment is advanced, but they are not necessarily opponents of advanced warcraft, not to mention Feimo is not advanced warcraft.

Whether they can pose a threat to the scorpion dragon after a tragic battle is unknown.

The afterglow of the sun in the west refused to dissipate, and the whole prairie was immersed in the rich red background.

The blood-blade tribe of 40,000 people and 10,000 young and middle-aged people were killed by the joint of the gray wolf tribe and the Omor Emperor**, and they lived less than 4,000. The remaining 30,000 old weak women and children were also killed. Of the gray wolf tribes, the damage is nearly six thousand.

This caused the Blood Blade Tribe to suddenly drop from the prestigious medium tribe in the Sakha Grassland to the third-rate. There are no powerful leaders, no strong and strong young people, and the old and weak of the Blood Blade Tribe can spend this winter in peace. Still a problem.

Compared with the miserable Blood-Blade tribe, the Gray Wolf tribe is slightly better. Singer originally preserved his strength and sent only half of the tribes to fight. This is a wise move.

Non-my family, its heart must be different, how could the Omor Empire really help their tribe, the indifferent and terrible first-level knight left a deep impression on the people of the gray wolf tribe.

Although the gray wolf tribes of the brains knew that they were miserable by the Omor, they met the high-level of both parties as if they were okay.

"Lock Knight, thank you for your help. There are most of the treasures of the Bloodblade tribe!" In the sunset, the leader Singer pulled Locke to a pile of wooden boxes with a smile.

There are two boxes of yellow orange orange gold, five boxes of precious silverware, and some strange and antique-like objects with a strong grassland folk flavor.

The prairie people are mostly honest, and the boxes containing things are two meters wide and one meter high, which are larger than the treasure boxes that Locke has ever seen.

For honest people, Locke can't do anything. During the convulsions of Singer's eyes, Locke took away two boxes of gold and four boxes of silverware. He still had a bottom line, and at least left a box of silverware to the Gray Wolf tribe.

There are more than a dozen prairie antiques that Locke did not take. These things have neither magic fluctuations nor artistic cells that Locke can understand. I believe that bringing them back to the Omor Empire will not sell for a good price, and it will simply be given to the Gray Wolf Tribe.

This move made Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, breathe a little, and the nobles of the Omor Empire could not appreciate these antiques, which did not mean that they had no value on the prairie.

Some leaders of large and medium-sized tribes like these things, and they can get some losses from the gray wolf tribe when they get the Shijiayin, a famous trading town in the Saka grassland.

He also followed his sons and daughters, and Xin Hesi was well protected. On the four sides of the battlefield, the two were only slightly injured.

Xin with a green turban wrapped around his head, and a gauze wrapped on his left arm. He seemed to have injured his bones. Locke threw him a bottle of recovery potion at his disposal.

The potions made by the alchemists are rare in the prairie. This potion can provide a healing potion for the high-level servants’ fatal wounds, and it is absolutely overkill for Xin to treat arm injuries.

For the generosity of Locke, the young man thanked him for being neither humble nor overbearing.

A piece of red makeup silk, there is no stunning and chic at first sight, a dirty piece on the face, and a cheek on the right side

Tuan blood stains, I do not know whether it is hers or someone else's.

Seeing that it was only a loss caused by qi and blood turbulence, and no other external sore wounds, Locke gave her a low-level mental recovery agent formulated by Grace.

The spirit-recovering potion glowing with golden liquid was not an ordinary product at first glance, but he bit his lips and refused to accept it. Finally, Singer screamed angrily before taking it with reluctant gratitude.

The girl was also very worried about Locke’s postponement and could not blame the girl. Locke let the Gray Wolf tribe block the **** tribe’s most intense first wave of attack, which weakened the Blood Blade tribe’s vitality. The tribe left two thousand bodies here.

These tribes were usually uncles and uncles who were very good to her in the tribe. They suddenly died in battle, leaving unforgettable pains to the immature silk.

It is a disaster to the Gray Wolf tribe, and it is a gospel to the Emperor ** people. In this battle, the corps of 5,000 people was fully composed, and the personnel loss was controlled within 500 people. This is a rare victory!

When the battle was over and everyone gathered up the bodies of relatives and friends, and gathered the weapon knives drenched with blood, Locke also happily weighed the four blood diamonds in his hand.

This thing is that the prairie monster gathers all the blood and gathers the best blood essence in the heart. For the knights, the preciousness is more than the quasi-order Warcraft crystal core.

The dozens of blood essences donated by Singer, and those collected from the Blood Blade Horde, have become the official knight’s locks, and the effect is quite small. This giant beast produces one superb blood essence to treat him. Today's strength has a driving effect.

Among the four best blood essences, three are lizard beasts from the Blood Blade tribe, and one is a duckbill beast from the Gray Wolf tribe.

These blood essences were handed over to Locke by Scorpion Dragon Fermo. As for the dead beasts, they were beaten by teeth.

The prairie beast with a strong blood is really a big supplement. It eats the whole appetite of the petrified gold with the scorpion dragon. It eats the whole head and eats it. Fortunately, the weather is getting cold, and this thing can't be broken outside for a few days.

The head of the blood blade tribe leader Higuain, Locke has wrapped up and put it in a space ring to save, and the remaining dozens of blood blade tribe chief bones are still dead. Locke also personally checked and confirmed.

Even if the task is completed, the absolute strength of the crushing, the blood-bladed tribe of tens of thousands of tribes was annexed in a day, which is really shocking.

Singer, who saw Locke's true strength on the battlefield, despite being put forward by Locke, still showed diligence and hospitality.

"Lock Knight, won't you be the guest of the Grey Wolf tribe for two days?" Three days later, Single outside the Alisano Basin retained.

"No, don't do it." Locke said.

After speaking, without waiting for Singer's expression, Lockzema left, and then the imperial corps stationed next to it, like a awakened beast, rumbling and rumbling away.

Seeing Locke’s figure getting farther and farther, the smoke of the Dirk’s team was moving further and further away. Singer said to Xin who had been following him. "Do you know why I am so afraid of this formal knight?"

Xin was silent.

"Because he is stronger than the first-level leaders of the big tribes I have seen, and if I am not wrong about his age, it should be less than forty." Singer said.

The middle-aged Singer is actually forty-nine years old this year. He really 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 is still young." Singer sighed, a dozen sons and daughters under him, but Xin had the potential to inherit his gray wolf tribe.