Lord of all tribes

Chapter 361 Thinking Too Much

Hutchinson was really frightened, he couldn't believe it, his eyes were full of jealous surprise and anger.

These damned human races, in front of his honorable Prince Hutchinson, dare to be so arrogant. First, the frequent explosions of unknown black balls, and then the bombardment of this group of magical skills. What are these human races doing?
In Hutchinson's view, they should tie their own hands and feet and bow before him in humiliation. He is the most honorable prince of the Philip orc kingdom, and it is the greatest honor of this group of humans to worship before him!

The rage eroded Hutchinson's sanity, he jumped off the head of the ancient beast, he stood in front of the tauren chief Elf, he straightened his back, raised his head high, and stared at Elf .

"Gather all the orc legions to the north gate, as well as those lowly human armies, and let them come together. I will completely crush them with the majestic and majestic army of the tiger!"

Hutchinson just stood in front of Elf, he raised his yellow-haired right arm high, and pointed at the Galady army on the north gate of Chiares City, how much he wanted to kill these damned soldiers directly. The human race was slaughtered, and he needed their death to relieve the anger in his heart.

"His Royal Highness, the enemy's situation is unknown, retreating is the best policy."

The old tauren chief Elf did not obey His Royal Highness Prince Hutchinson's words this time. He stood there dully, his brows furrowed, and his eyes contained extreme anxiety.

After decades of fighting in the northern border of the Kingdom of Renault, Elf thought he knew the army of the Kingdom of Renault well, but today, he knew that he had made a mistake.

This is definitely not the army of the Northern Border Legion that he is familiar with. Although all the Northern Border Legion guarding the northern border of the Kingdom of Renault are strong and real men, their Philip orc kingdom has never lacked orcs who dare to fight and kill. warrior.

Therefore, in close combat, the orc kingdom has always been superior.

Elf is not afraid of confronting an iron army like the Northern Xinjiang Legion.

Although they are tough and full of blood, they are just a group of ordinary people. No matter how vigorous they are, what can they do?
At the moment when the orc warrior raised his heavy hammer and iron ax and smashed it down, these so-called bloody human men, the elite of the Northern Border Army, could only curl up in a corner, waiting for the trial of death.

This is helping the poor.

Elf once commented on the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Legion in this way.

But now, he felt that the title of "poor man" should be taken back. He felt that the orc warriors presented before him were the most pitiful people and the most worthy of pity.

Some of them fell on the way to charge before they even touched the city wall, the weird explosion sound, the cluster bombardment sound of magic skills.
All of this is so chilling.

This time was a critical moment of life and death for this orc army.

He couldn't figure out how many enemy troops there were in this huge city, and he couldn't figure out how many cards the enemy had yet to show. These were all empty numbers, dangling up and down in front of him.

A decision must be made early, and if it is too late, the entire orc army will have to be buried with him.

Hutchinson yelled in front of him, and Elf frowned in boredom, pretending he didn't hear it at all. He summoned a messenger and gave the order for Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

This battle can no longer be fought, and if we fight again, we will be deprived of the right to retreat calmly!

As for the entangled Prince Hutchinson in front of him, Elf chose to ignore it.

He respected him because his father was the king of the Kingdom of Philip. As for this dude, he never paid attention to him.

It's just that the loyal thoughts of the Tauren clan made him have to obey the Prince Hutchinson before.

But that was on the basis of not harming the interests of the entire orc kingdom. If the entire orc army could not be kept, it would be destroyed. Elf felt that there was no need for him to stage a show of loyalty.

He wants to survive, he is the chief of the tauren tribe, he is the general of the orc kingdom, many times, there are more things to consider.

The orc kingdom has withdrawn.

This was more or less beyond Rowling's expectation. In his impression, these orcs were all single-minded, low-intelligence reckless men who always only knew how to rush forward blindly. The next retreat is naturally rare.

After the orc legion at the north gate retreated with a rustle, the orc legion at the south gate also began to withdraw immediately after the west gate.

Outside the east gate is the army of the principality of Kaina, and they have withdrawn early before the orc army retreated.

Kingsley was covering the bruise on his right arm. He was sitting in the military tent with a serious expression.

As an eighth-level fighter, Kingsleyan no longer knows when he was injured last time. On the one hand, the strength of an eighth-level fighter gives him extremely high security. On the other hand, as a commander, he rarely needs to charge forward.

Today, in order to vent his anger, he rode on a horse and led the army to launch a siege battle towards the east gate of Chiares City.

He was irritated by the arrogance of that Prince Hutchinson of the Beastman Kingdom. Although he was calm on the surface, in his heart, Kingsleyan still cared very much.

Especially now that his lord, Grand Duke Bandit, is estranged from him, making the Earl of Kingsleyan even more sensitive.

He needs respect and understanding more than ordinary people, and he hates those barbaric and rough orcs extremely!

He was furiously riding on the horse, and he wanted to vent all his anger!

Then, he was honorably wounded.

He clearly remembered that the violent ball concentrated on his right arm, pierced through the heavy armor on his body, and exploded on the edge of his flesh and blood.

He didn't have time to condense his body-protecting energy, he blocked the bursting ball with his strong body, and the price he paid was that his right arm was now almost paralyzed.

He is an eighth-level fighter, a real eighth-level fighter.

Ordinary bows and arrows couldn't even penetrate the first layer of armor on his body. Even if he was hit naked by the arrow, it was still unclear whether it could penetrate his skin.

It was such a master, an eighth-level fighter with extremely strong defensive ability, who was hit by an unknown ball, and then injured, an extremely serious injury.

If such a ball attack was only aimed at him alone, Kingsleyan would feel better. He felt that some masters in the enemy army might be targeting him deliberately.

But when such spheres exploded with loud noises all over his army, Kingsleyan knew that he was thinking too much.

(End of this chapter)