Lord of all tribes

Chapter 145 The Tragic Crushing

Horace's pupils contracted sharply, and when the black shadow got closer, the black shadow suddenly turned into a white shadow, and a white terror rushed towards him.

The battle has begun!

Horace ordered the thieves to line up to deal with the incoming white shadows!

Brook took the lead and led the charge, followed by Loughlin, all wrapped in black, the only black in this wave of white.

Thousands of snow dragon riders who had been training for several months launched the first wave of charge under the leadership of Brook and Locklin.

Under Brook's order, Xue Longqi, who was about to plunge into the group of tens of thousands of thieves, calmly picked up the cavalry crossbow that had already been loaded with bolts, without aiming, and lightly pressed the switch at the group of thieves in front, whoosh With a bang, the crossbow bolt crossed a white shadow in the air and fell into the crowd of thieves, leaving behind a panicked cry for help.

The cavalry crossbow only fires a crossbow bolt once, and because it is not easy to load, there is often no second chance to shoot on the ever-changing battlefield.

At this moment, Horace's thieves came to their senses, and the thieves with bows and arrows began to attack in twos and threes.

However, these archers and crossbowmen generally walked in front of the army, because they would then meet the enemy head-on, and Horace was quite thorough about this.

To be able to pull up such a band of [-] thieves on the desolate Argus Mountain, it is impossible without the ability to press the bottom of the box.

Unfortunately, Horace was destined to pay for his self-righteous shrewdness today.

Since the Snow Dragon Riders launched a sneak attack from behind, the archers and crossbowmen who were walking in front had to cross the entire bandit group under Horace's order, and then go up to meet the enemy.

But when they rushed to the rear of the bandit group one after another, ready to take up weapons to fight against the enemy, they found that those white waves were just around the corner!

Even, the white light flickering from the tip of the sharp lance can be clearly seen, and those cavalrymen who even put on armor on their horses are like demons, showing fierce fangs.
The thieves put away the crossbows in their hands in fear, and turned to disperse inward, leaving the battlefield ahead to those thieves with spears or spears. The value of the existence of crossbowmen was over.

Reluctantly, the pikemen and spearmen stepped forward to form formation under Horace's scolding, and one could see the slightest panic in their eyes
When the first Xueluo cavalry used a three-meter-long giant lance to directly pass through the heart of a thief holding a spear, the war began to reach its climax.

The flashing silver spear head became the nightmare of the thieves. They also thought about knocking them off their horses and ravaging them fiercely, but their swords seemed so powerless when they slashed on the white armored cavalry. A white mark was left on the enemy's armor or the iron armor of the war horse, sparking a spark, and their heads fell to the ground with eyes wide open angrily.

Their frail bodies were severely trampled by Xueluo horses, and Qianqi swept past, howling all over the field.

Horace's face went from astonishment to disbelief at the beginning, and then to distorted now.

Indeed, his face was distorted because a spearman who fled back in panic slashed his face with a broken spear.

Even though he knew that the spearman hadn't done it on purpose, in a rage Horace still gripped his giant ax fiercely and chopped it in half.

Blood spattered on his battle armor and cheeks, and he laughed ferociously.

"Hard, help me, kill them!" Horace said while beating the horse under him with the back of the giant axe. His horse neighed in pain and galloped. Lars rushed out howling on horseback.

The thieves group has already begun to panic, and they have developed a fear of fighting. If they do not control the situation at this time, the consequences will be disastrous!
As the leader of the thieves group on Argus Mountain, Horace is the most powerful of these thieves. He has already been promoted to the sixth-level fighter, and he rarely makes shots anymore.

In the first day of junior high school, he wielded a huge ax and forcibly chopped off two Xueluo cavalry in chain mail. Although Xueluo cavalry was strong, their foundation was too weak. It is completely normal for the soldiers to be unable to withstand the ferocious attack.

Brook in the distance saw Horace slaughtering the Xueluo cavalry, his heart was bleeding, and he rushed up without the slightest hesitation.
With a loud noise, Brook vomited several mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.

This man is invincible!

Brook was already a fourth-level fighter, but even so, he couldn't stop Horace's axe, and the crush across the two classes almost made people collapse.

Just when the black giant ax was about to fall on Brook's head, another loud bang sounded.
Brooke blinked, and he actually saw the enemy who could defeat him with just one move fall down so powerlessly, just like himself, fell tragically on the cold ground, spitting out blood.

It was the instructor of the feather. Brook was numbly supported by the snow dragon cavalry and left the battlefield, but his heart was full of mixed emotions.

He knew that instructor Xiao Yu was very powerful, at least better than him.

But today, the strength displayed by the instructor of Xiao Yu can no longer be described as powerful, it is an inhuman crushing quality.

The strong man with the big ax just now was able to vomit blood and fall to the ground as a fourth-level display with one axe, which means that his strength is at least two levels higher than Brooke's, and the instructor Xiao Yu can shoot him down with one move Get off now, vomit blood, then
Brook didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just remembered. Instructor Xiao Yu is very strong
Horace coughed violently a few times, and he wiped away the bright red blood that spewed out without hesitation. His gaze focused on that rare black figure on the battlefield. It is indeed so rare for a black shadow to appear suddenly
He almost died just now, Horace thought with lingering fear, just now he brushed shoulders with death, if it wasn't for his giant ax lying in front of him to take off part of the strength for him, I'm afraid he would have died just now met death.

That person was too strong for him to deal with, so Horace wisely chose to sit in the rear and command the battle.

No matter how strong a person is, he can kill ten or a hundred people, but can he kill ten thousand people?
Those who can use the word 'slaughter' with their qualifications have never been fighters.

Although the battle situation fell into a disadvantage due to being caught off guard by a surprise attack, as time went by, the advantage of having a large number of people was still revealed. His bandit army has gradually begun to build up a tight defense, and the turbulent charge of the enemy cavalry has come to an end up.

Just wait patiently, and when they get tired, it's time to counterattack.

(End of this chapter)