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Chapter 157 0156: War Contact

In the dawn of Santon Kaya, the fire is faltering, as if depicting the enthusiasm and satiety of last night's grand ceremony.

Tu Zhanwa led the team and left the Qiuming Ancient Road.

The cavalry advanced, the winter pines fell, and the pensive commander raised his eyelids.

Tu Zhanwa stood up calmly, looking at the corner of the fence exposed from the gap between the snow branches.

His tall and straight body is enough to overlook the army, and he holds a blood-stained [nail axe] in his hand.

The drooping blade foretells the horrors of war.

In the village road ahead, heavy cavalry troops wearing iron helmets were marching, and the plunder along the way caused these demons to devour the resources of several villages.

All monsters wear armor, and even the hands of the cavalry who hold the reins wear spikes.

Tu Zhanwa is a veritable leader.

There are more than a hundred infantrymen under his command, armed with various weapons, led by the original leader, but Tu Zhanwa gave the final order.

In addition, dozens of heavy cavalry, several monsters and beasts.

While the troops were advancing, there were ice blast mages dotted among them. Their appearance was hidden under the cloak, and the accessories exuded a strange light.

Tu Zhanwa stood up to observe.

The reiner stopped the chariot, the red-eyed beast showed its fangs, and its sticky saliva dripped down the fur and splashed on the muddy ground.

"stop!"

Apostle Qi Bing stopped following the order, his armor clattered, and the wooden attacking equipment rattled.

Ow—

Among the heavy cavalry, there is a [Jegmon] with a broad head and limbs.

It made a strange roar, and its tendons swelled, as if it had suffered some kind of erosion.

"Beast Tamer, what's going on!"

The team leader controlled it with forceful means, then turned around and scolded the beast trainers in the team—this group of people used secret techniques to control all the beasts and monsters of the Painted Ice Apostle.

However, the oil-painted guy in the beast helmet shook his head.

"Damn, don't stare at me, I didn't do anything, the secret technique is still pulling all the little things steadily."

He was very innocent, and replied in an irritable tone: "Unless, there is something deeper affecting them."

The leader tugged at the reins.

He thought the atmosphere of war might have infected the mount, and hoped the hidden barbs in the collar would quiet it.

"Hey, what's the matter!"

"Damn it, the mount is out of control."

The heavy cavalry in the front line were the first to notice the anomaly.

The leader soon saw that the surrounding giant badgers and wild boars began to pace irritably, making various disturbing snorting noises one after another.

He smelled a little uneasiness.

It does smell.

He came to the realization that this smell really existed, and it floated in the air at such a high concentration that even humans could smell it.

And "uneasy" comes from the bottom of my heart.

"Ugh-"

Behind the walls of Thornton Kaya.

The army shaman blew the [Beast Horn], the totem was mottled, light and dark alternated, and a dull loud noise with magic erupted from the front end. The invisible ripples overlapped wantonly, forming a powerful sound wave, covering the entire forest.

The heavy cavalry leader's face turned pale.

He knew that this was one of the most famous weapons of war in the northern border, but he did not expect that in the small village of this remote tribe, there were members of the animal clan hidden.

The monster wailed, and the rider exclaimed.

The whip lashed down on the rough-skinned and thick-fleshed giant beast like rain, and only a moment later, a wild boar rushed out first.

The nearby monsters also began to break free from their restraints, striding forward and galloping wantonly.

[The tribal coalition forces used the horn of the beast to destroy the discipline of the enemy's heavy cavalry. 】

Behind the walls of Thornton Kaya.

The army shaman laughed proudly, his cloak was exposed from half of his ruined face, and several archers stumbled and fell to their seats in shock.

The battle banners of the Fern Tribe raised their eyebrows.

He is also a member of the Sacrifice Clan and a follower of the Wasteland Tomb. He uses beasts as spirits to pursue the truth in the wind and snow.

"Looking at the situation, we don't need to compare."

The thin old man was very happy, he said: "When the battle is over, I will give you the formula of the secret medicine."

The prosperity of this profession in the north is inseparable from the communication and generosity of the beast tamers.

The members of the fern tribe were shocked and couldn't help but look at each other.

The thin old man stared at them seriously, and ordered several young apprentices to take Li Ying back, so as not to be targeted by the shooter, or the antidote would fail and be affected by the horn of the beast.

Tu Zhanwa silently pointed at the ice blast mage.

Several huge purple light spheres rose from the team of the Qi Bing apostles, and the flocculent energies connected with each other to form a giant formation that resisted the secret technique.

The Horn of the Beast is a common battlefield weapon in the North.

In addition to the antidote, its cracking method also has many emergency measures, such as protection, hedging, and disturbance, which are relatively easy to do.

The heavy cavalry braked in time.

The leader controlled it the best, and he didn't run far. The [Jeg Beast] under his crotch was panting heavily, and black and red blood flowed from its neck.

But more monsters have rushed out far away.

The land in front of Thornton Kaya had caved in, and the re-dug trench pit had killed several beasts with weak leaps.

Thick steel spears shot out from the snow, directly piercing those with weak defenses, and then covered them with a dense array of arrows.

They are not only good in quantity, but also in what is painted on them.

The material reserves of the entire eight tribes, including countless potions, hallucinogenic drugs, narcotic drugs, highly poisonous and emotional...

All kinds.

The heavy cavalry of the Painted Ice Apostle and their mounts suffered from the rain of arrows and traps, screaming one after another.

At this time, the farthest end of the wall.

Crash.

The tea is full, and the rust-colored liquid is slightly rippling.

Burke is hiding here.

The Qi Bing apostle is coming fiercely. This is not a crazy and disorderly werewolf, but an army with a commander.

So this time, Burke didn't take his apprentices to hide in the sentry tower to study.

At least, he thinks it's learning.

The apprentice's legs and feet were trembling, this guy would create fear for himself, the only thing that could make people feel at ease in the room was the shaking coal fire and the tea that was constantly brewing.

In front of the village road.

"Promote!"

Apostle Qi Bing took heavy steps.

The formations of the ice blast mages also moved accordingly. A few huge balls of light acted as pillars, supporting a giant net to isolate the chaos, and the beasts included in it regained their sanity.

"emission!"

The boulders were thrown by the catapult, and the chains of the wooden traps were broken one by one.

The heavy cavalry leader gritted his teeth.

He admits that he underestimated the ability of this group of people, but next, he wants to find his home field.

The Qi Bing Apostles are a group that attaches great importance to combat effectiveness.

This is also why, Tu Zhanwa's prestige as the city breaker is extremely high, because the city breaker is at the forefront.

And now, the regrouped Qibing Apostle...

The heavy cavalry was ranked first.

The leader fastened the armor straps, wrapped the reins in the crook of his arms, his eyes gleamed with the blue light bestowed by death, and commanded his subordinates with a very deterrent voice.

"charge!"

(End of this chapter)