Lord of all tribes

Chapter 360 Magician?Chinese cabbage?
Always need to find some appropriate reasons for yourself, so that you feel that everything you do should be correct.

Subconsciously, many people comfort themselves in this way when they feel helpless.

"Eelf. So... what are those things?"

Hutchinson was trying his best to maintain the posture of a noble prince. He raised his head high, trying to make his embarrassment more natural.

"I do not know either."

The old tauren chief wrinkled his huge bull head and shook his two black and gray horns, looking a little dazed.

Elf thinks that he has fought on the battlefield for countless years, and he has witnessed many battles, but this kind of small ball that bursts suddenly and causes huge damage is really not good. Know exactly what it is.

The tauren chief rubbed his hands tightly, he was thinking, he was judging, how many such weird little balls the enemy still has, and whether this war needs to be started at another time.

After fighting on the battlefield for so many years, the tauren chief's subconscious mind has been forged very well invisibly. When he encounters various unexpected surprises, at least he will not be at a loss like that Prince Hutchinson.

"Your Highness, these small black balls will be shot from the city wall of Chiares every minute, and every time there will be nearly two thousand small black balls thrown down, and then our soldiers will be hit. Five or six hundred casualties.

Casualties continue to increase, and we cannot predict whether the enemy will have other weird methods, so my opinion is to temporarily stop fighting, and wait until the enemy's weird weapons are fully explored before attacking the city."

From the most professional point of view, the old tauren chief Elf gave the most professional advice.

When the enemy's situation is unknown, his choice is indeed the most sensible.

"no!"

Hutchinson roared, his anger completely suppressing his fear.

As a descendant of the great beast king, he felt that he should be braver.

Although he doesn't know what this strange weapon of the enemy is, Hutchinson believes that brave and tenacious orc warriors can always open up a new world in the most critical situation.

They will use the river of blood to prove that their bravery is inviolable!

In the face of real strength, the so-called conspiracy is vulnerable!
The order to withdraw troops from Mingjin was not conveyed. The Prince Hutchinson felt that he should trust the mighty orc warriors, after all, they were the most perfect warriors created by the gods.

The old tauren wanted to say something more, but was directly stared back by Hutchinson's sinister eyes. Although he is the president commander of this orc army, the one in front of him is just a deputy commander, but the gap in this position is instant. will be covered by origin.

No matter how powerful he is, Elf is no more than the chief of the tauren tribe, and he can only become a loyal servant in front of His Majesty the king of the orc kingdom, but Hutchinson is different.

He has the blood of the Beastmaster, he is trusted by the Beastmen endlessly, and he is the future Beastmaster.

The honest Elf stayed aside with a sullen face, full of helplessness.

I don't know what His Majesty the King thought, and actually sent this little ancestor out.

Amidst the roar of crackling muskets, the orc warriors chose to move forward bravely.

They are all the most loyal fighters, and their generals haven't issued an order to retreat, so they will try their best to climb forward until they are hit by the lingering explosion and completely lose their motivation and consciousness to move forward.

Fighting endlessly to the death is the belief of the orc warriors!

The dwarf musketeers at the north city gate are the five thousand Saiers musketeers from the third regiment of the first division of the Saiers Legion. After a short period of systematic training, they have been able to use new weapons such as dwarf muskets very proficiently .

Dwarven muskets are different from bows and arrows. It may take three years to train an archer, but it only takes 30 days to train a musketeer who can shoot and reload.

As long as dwarf muskets can be supplied in sufficient quantities, musketeers will expand rapidly like locusts.

The [-] Sairs musketeers were divided into three echelons by Rowling, and they fired at the orc army below the city in bursts.

With Sairs musketeers as the main force, centaur archers and other crossbowmen as the assistants, they formed the long-range attack lineup in the city of Chiares, pouring ammunition and arrows towards the advancing orc army in turn.

Death has become the main theme on the battlefield, and the killing is accompanied by passionate soul songs, playing fiercely over this land!

With blood as strings and meat as dry, it plays the movement of life.

After the Sairs Musketeers fired seven rounds, the orcs began to approach the city wall of Chiares. The Sairs Musketeers bent the head of the gun low and put the last bullet stuffed into the chamber. The ammunition bursts out;

Instead, move to a gang with the other crossbowmen for a short break.

At this time, the soldiers in light armor surrounded each other, continuously lifted up the rolling stones and wood that had been prepared on the tower, and then threw them down familiarly. There was a roar of orcs under the city wall. The best inspiration for soldiers of all races.

The crude siege ladder was erected on the city wall of Chiares, and there were constantly brave orcs climbing up from the bottom. They waved their rusty swords and showed fanatical gestures, one by one. Rush to die.

Before they even touched the top wall of Chiares City, they were ruthlessly thrown to the ground and trampled into flesh by their companions.

Although they are enemies, from the bottom of their hearts, Rowling admires the fearless attitude of these orcs. This is a race that truly dares to fight.

Their blood and bravery are worthy of Rowling's nod for them.

As far as Rowling looked, Ned led the magic team up the city wall. They stood at the back, chanting familiar magic skills, and when they were conceived, they agreed to throw them together.

Hundreds of magic shot out a beautiful landscape in the sky, and under the gaze of everyone's amazed eyes, they landed on the top of the orc army that was attacking bravely and fearlessly.

Hundreds of magics exploded in the orc army almost at the same time. The scene was very moving and sour.

Although most of them are only low-level magics of the first and second levels, when these low-level magics gather a certain amount, they will change from quantitative to qualitative. .

Hutchinson looked at the dazzling magic brilliance in front of him, he sat on the head of the ancient beast dumbly, and murmured to himself: "When did the magician of the human race become a Chinese cabbage?"

(End of this chapter)