Lord of all tribes

Chapter 172 I want it all (please subscribe, support the original version!!!)

They are just a bunch of walking dead, walking dead whose souls have been extracted.

Chester was like this, and so were the orcs.

Only those centaur archers who knew fear ran about in the heart of the engagement, trying to stay away from this death vortex.

There was chaos on the battlefield, and Chester fought with a half-orc army of less than [-] and a coalition army of nearly [-] human lords.

This is not a one-sided battle centered on the human lord coalition forces. On the contrary, as the battle continues to escalate, the lord coalition forces have begun to decline.

No one wants to fight a bunch of lunatics, even with an absolute advantage.

The reason why lunatics are called lunatics is that they are crazy. They have broken away from their original fear and humanity, and what they have shown is naked animal nature.

Even though the sharp blade could cut them in half, make them bleed dry, and annihilate their vitality, but the moment before they stopped breathing, they still hated the world with fierce eyes.

In the face of such an enemy, it is really normal for ordinary people to feel fear.

In the not so vast battlefield, the surging killing intent has been condensed into substance, this is an endless battle.

Although the lords' coalition forces are fearful of war, under the urging of their respective lords, they are not yet on the verge of being defeated.

As long as you haven't reached this last step, everything will turn around.

The longer the battle lasts, relatively speaking, the more beneficial it is for the lord's coalition forces, because time continues to move, and the casualties of both sides continue to increase.

A brave half-orc can slaughter a human soldier in arrogance, and can also eat the head of a second human soldier without changing his face, but after all, their strength is limited, and they are also mortal.

When the third human race soldier stabs a sharp spear into their chest, there will be a fourth, and the fifth human race soldier will plunge their weapons into the half-orc's legs and head.
Sometimes the strength of the number of people can be regarded as the most reasonable.

So although there were some small twists and turns in the battle, when the waves of galloping cavalry pierced through the camp of centaur archers, many things were actually doomed.

Just like it is now, the madness and fearlessness of the half-orcs can only surrender in the face of the absolute power gap.

Casualties were gradually increasing. Chester numbly looked at the half-orc corpses on the ground that had long been invisible, silently kicked away the broken limbs in front of him, and continued to lift his giant Axe, launched a frenzied charge.

From a distance, Chester looked at the enemies who seemed to be endless, restrained the thought of wanting to fall completely, and continued to fight forward.

He can't fall. If he falls, the remaining half-orc army will become rootless, and even the last obsession will disappear invisible.

At that time, the human army will be able to easily penetrate them, and then surround the alien coalition forces that are attacking the city of Versilia behind him.

If the loss really develops to that point, all his efforts will be in vain, and the orcs will completely declare the failure of the hunt because of his failure.

The nightmare of last year will reappear, and the half-orc group can no longer stand such a toss.

At that moment, Chester thought a lot, a lot.
He suddenly felt that there were too many responsibilities and obligations on his shoulders. Such responsibilities and obligations were bestowed by the entire ethnic group, and he needed to fulfill them with his life and sincerity.

such a pity!
Chester let out a long sigh, he had tried his best, and he had been swinging the huge ax in his hand for two days and two nights.

Yuan Xianfeng's giant ax was already as blunt as a giant hammer. At this moment, he just wanted to find a quiet place, untie all the armor on his body, and just hugged the blunt giant ax like this. Ax fell into a deep sleep.

If time can freeze, he is willing to sleep like this forever.

laugh!
It was the sound of the sharp point of a spear piercing flesh.

The tearing pain awakened Chester from his fantasy. He blankly glanced at the human soldier who attacked him, and without making a sound, he just silently threw the giant ax in his hand, smashing On the face of the human soldier, blood was splashed all over his face.

Chester stared at the blood-stained spear point stuck across his waist, gritted his teeth, secretly held his heart, held it with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength.

Blood flowed down from his waist. Chester tore off a large piece of animal skin and tied a knot around his waist. The speed of blood flow was effectively restrained.

He picked up the giant ax that he had just dropped on the ground, and continued to charge forward, launching a desperate battle!
This battle lasted for a long time, from day to night, without stopping, not unwilling to stop, but not daring to stop.

Now that the anger has been ignited, it will either be extinguished with dripping blood, or it will be a life-and-death situation, and there is no need to argue at all.

When there was no more half-orc standing on the battlefield, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's over after all.

The [-] half-orc army was wiped out, and the coalition forces of the lords of the human race paid the price of nearly [-] casualties.

The army of crazy half-orcs thoroughly demonstrated to them what is the decisiveness before death.

However, except for a few of the two thousand and a half centaur archers who fled the battlefield, most of them died on the battlefield where the two sides were chaotically confronting each other, and a few were captured.

According to the opinion of the high-level lord coalition forces, these captured centaur archers should be killed directly, because in their opinion, these people have little value to use.

In their usual thinking, it is the core of value that people who are not of our race must have different hearts.

Except for some beautiful foxes and elves, if most of the other races appear in the territory of the human race, if they don't set foot on this land as invaders, then the treatment they have is to be captured and become the lowest slaves. Live in whips and fear all day.

So from the current point of view, although these captive centaur archers look very docile, no one can guarantee that they will shoot deadly arrows at an inappropriate moment, transforming from a captive to a Assassin Killer.

The occurrence of countless similar incidents in history has raised the vigilance of the lords.

"Leave them to me. I'm willing to exchange a centaur archer with one hundred combat achievements in exchange for their ownership."

Luo Lin's voice sounded softly on the bloody battlefield
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