Lord Roar

Chapter 169 Iron Cavalry Beast Legion

Sokas, who was riding on the Iron Riding Beast, felt a vague pain in his ribs.

This kind of pain does not affect the normal life and battle, but the humiliation brought to the heart is more tormenting than the physical pain.

Looking at the ferocious beast forest not far away, Sokas remembered the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, the man who was known as the most powerful man on the wasteland at that time.

He frowned slightly, and said loudly to the herald next to him, "Rest where you are, and recharge your batteries!"

The herald nodded and turned to leave.

"Bloodhoof Zac, the vengeance of broken bones will be repaid a hundred times today." Sokas lightly touched his painful ribs with his hand.

After hearing the order from the herald, the thousand soldiers of the Iron Cavalry Beast Legion all lifted off their visors, put the end of their lances beside them, and sat down on the spot.

During this period, the thousands of soldiers of the legion did not make a single unnecessary sound. After the soldiers sat down on the spot, the entire army formation was silent.

A soldier in white armor walked up to Sokas, nodded with a big face in Chinese characters, patted his palms twice and praised: "It's worthy of being the Holy See's heretic crusade."

Sokas nodded proudly, and asked lightly: "Earl Gilt, how do you think my soldiers compare with the barbarian elite fighters?"

The man known as the Earl of Gilt shook his head and said: "Small-scale local battles, a hundred warriors of the cavalry beast army lost to fifty barbarian warriors."

Seeing that Sokas looked a little unnatural, Gilt went on to say: "Large-scale legion war, thousands of legion soldiers, on the wasteland, invincible."

Although he knew that what the other party said was a bit exaggerated, Sokas still nodded his head very usefully, and continued to ask: "Lord Lando of the Western Diocese, are you sure that the tribute offered to the Holy See was robbed by the Bloodhoof Tribe?"

Gilt hummed, and added embellishment: "The barbarians of the Bloodhoof tribe not only robbed those tributes, but also killed two enshrined magicians under Lord Lando's command. When the bishop sent an envoy, he also explained that those crystal nuclei They need to supply the Holy See with magic props, but the Bloodhoof Tribe didn’t know what to do, and instead lied to the Western Diocese that the supplies were exchanged, but they were deceived again.”

Sokas chuckled, slowly turned his head and looked at Gilt without saying a word.

Gilt shrugged unnaturally, and Sokas said in a bad tone: "Really? Have the barbarians in the wasteland also learned to intrigue?"

Thinking of that Bloodhoof Zac who was known as the number one warrior in the wilderness, Suokes didn't believe that that incomparably brave barbarian warrior would defraud the western parish.

However, regardless of whether there was any misunderstanding during the period, the Holy See will not allow any force to violate its supreme authority, even if it is just a grain of sand, as long as it belongs to the Holy See, no one can take possession of it, and this time even if it is the Western Parish Borrowing a knife to kill people, the Iron Cavalry Beast Legion doesn't mind being a butcher knife for the Bloodhoof tribe.

Regardless of whether the cardinals of the major dioceses have conflicts with the Pope of the Holy Mountain, the Holy See is indeed one with the outside world, and the major pagan crusade legions are always preparing to crusade against the heretics who despise the Holy See.

As the former head of the Earth Dragon Legion, Sokas looked at the beast forest, and couldn't help but think of his own sub-dragon monster earth dragon who was seriously injured and died. If it weren't for the Bloodhoof Tribe, he wouldn't have been reduced to the second line The head of the legion, the major pagan crusade legions, the Holy Knights have the fewest number and the strongest combat power, the Earth Dragon Legion has a large number of complex arms, the Templar Knights are responsible for defending the holy mountain, and the Iron Cavalry Beast Legion is the tail of the crane raised by the stepmother , the worst equipment, and the least magical power under his command, the regular battles are to crusade against some small number of heretics.

"Bloodhoof Zac, I wonder what else you can use to counter the iron cavalry beast under my crotch after your advanced wildland bear fell." Sokas looked solemnly at the Bloodhoof camp outside the beast forest.

The iron cavalry beast in heavy magic armor is more than three meters tall, and it runs extremely fast. It can be regarded as the overlord of high-level monsters. The only disadvantage is that it cannot release attack magic.

Gilt pointed to the Bloodhoof camp, and said disdainfully, "The barbarians in the wasteland have also learned to hide their heads and show their tails. Why haven't we seen a single figure yet?"

Sokas shook his head.

He didn't agree with Gilt's statement. Although the Bloodhoof tribe is not what it used to be, but Bloodhoof Zac and his soldiers are all brave warriors who are not afraid of death. May hide their heads and show their tails.

Seeing that Sokas didn't seem to have the intention to attack immediately, Gilt suggested, "Master Sokas, this time my western diocese also sent two court mages to assist your army, or I let them take action to kill the Bloodhoof tribe. The savages were forced out?"

Sokas hesitated for a while, then nodded helplessly and said, "If that's the case, then I'll take it upon myself."

Sokas is not interested in the intrigues of the upper echelons. He only knows that if he suffers a big loss from the Bloodhoof tribe this time, he may be transformed into a Templar after returning to the Holy Mountain, let alone the Legion Commander. up.

Thinking of the torture he endured before becoming a templar, Sokas trembled subconsciously.

Gilt nodded to the entourage beside him, and the entourage hurried back to the army formation. After a while, two old men in magic robes came over.

Both mages are over half a century old, and the magic robes on their bodies are painted with big hexagrams, which proves that they are all orthodox mages certified by the St. Cassis Continental Magic Association.

One of them has gray spots on his face, sparse hair on the top of his head, and a face that looks like a dried date, which is extremely ugly. A large magic robe flutters on his body, and his body is thin. The fiery red magic robe proves that he majored in fire. The three red six-pointed stars on his chest represent that he is a high-level fire magician.

Another mage has a kind face and kind eyes, with a white beard as long as a dwarf, smiling all the way, wearing a green magic robe, a strange magic wand and a swordsman's saber casually It is conveniently pinned to the waist. Surprisingly, unlike other magicians who are thin and thin, this magician has a strong body, with muscles that reveal the magic robe, and a tall figure. He walks with a smile on his face. After coming over, he nodded to Sokas and then squatted in front of the cavalry beast, constantly looking at this high-ranking beast.

Gilt opened his mouth and introduced: "These two masters are enshrined mages in my western diocese. On the left is Master Circe, a senior magician of the fire department, and the other is a magician of the wood department, Master Rooney. He is also a mainland magician. President of the Western Branch of the Association”

Sokas was originally dissatisfied with Rooney's perverted behavior. After hearing the introduction, he quickly performed a knight salute and said respectfully: "The two masters have worked hard all the way. The soldiers of my army are good at fighting on the plains. The warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe have come forward to engage us head-on."

Even if Sokas is the head of the Holy See Legion, he can't help but treat the two enshrined mages who are full of magic elements. After all, the Holy See has launched wars on the mainland of St. Casci all the year round. Sometimes there is not enough manpower. Seconded some magicians to join the battle.

Especially Rooney, the wood-type mage, although his perverted personality seems to have no restraint, but with his three words of mage, he can look down on the head of the Holy See's legion. There are hundreds of elders, but there are only thirty or forty wizards, and no one can say when they will be able to advance and become the few people at the top of the pyramid.

Sokas is very self-aware. Not to mention the infinite potential of a mage, a single mage can definitely control a medium-scale battle. He doesn't want to turn against the opponent.

Circe returned the salute with one hand, and said arrogantly: "There are hundreds of barbarians in the area, and the commander of the Legion will take action, just leave it to us."

Rooney, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and asked curiously, "How do you want to force the barbarians out?"

Circe touched the wand in his hand, and said confidently: "Fire magic, set fire to the forest."

"Idiot!" Rooney didn't give the other side any face. After cursing, he lowered his head and went to study the cavalry beast.

"What did you say?" Circe's thinning hair stood on end, and he said angrily, "Rooney, I'm not afraid of you, other people are afraid of you."

Gilt sighed. The two masters had quarreled many times along the way. Everyone in the Western Diocese knew that Master Rooney always treated others with a smiling face, but he only treated Circe as if it was a big deal. dissatisfied.

Logically speaking, the two didn't know each other before they became court mages, and they didn't know why Rooney didn't like Circe. Later, the bishop also asked Master Rooney.

Master Rooney is the number one alternative magician in the Western Diocese, and the answer he gave was very simple, that is, he disliked Circe because he was too ugly, so he often made trouble because he didn't like him.

Seeing that the two were arguing again, Gilt hurried up to hold Circe, and kept trying to persuade him.

Circe, who was finally soothed, snorted fiercely, and glanced sideways at Rooney who was squatting on the ground.

"Why did you pull him, why did you let him come." Rooney lowered his head and teased the iron riding beast, and said dissatisfiedly: "You let him come, see if I can remove one of his legs."

Sokas and Gilt looked at each other, and the latter smiled awkwardly.

Sokas also shook his head and smiled wryly. This Master Rooney really has a unique personality. He doesn't look like a magician at all, but more like a Ishii hooligan. After a wry smile, he realized that the iron rider, who was originally very irritable, was very angry in front of Rooney. Docile, snoring non-stop, seems to enjoy it.

Circe glared at Rooney and began to chant a spell, but was interrupted by Rooney just in the middle of the chant.

"What are you reading, didn't you see that we are surrounded by others, you are indeed an idiot, and you are so ugly!"

Only then did Sokas realize that countless wild warriors were walking silently from three directions, and they didn't seem to be a tribe.

Barbarian warriors in three directions, each camp has a barbarian warrior carrying a battle flag.

A red blood snake hovering on a tree, a male lion roaring to the sky, and a panther with fangs roaring under the moon.

Three totems are painted on three battle flags, three tribes, and three barbarian warriors are walking towards Sokas from three directions.

At this time, the Bloodhoof tribe, who had been silent all this time, also walked out of the camp.

Old Zac stood at the gate of the camp, clenched his fists, and looked at Sokas who was at the front of the cavalry beast army.

(End of this chapter)