Lord Roar

Chapter 262
A sneak attack that was enough to be recorded in the annals of history and might even change the structure of the St. Cassis Continent ended in an anticlimactic manner.

After the battle, Beamon was still the same Beamon who dominated the territory on the north side of the mainland. He did not occupy the Holy Light Fortress, nor would he invade the human territory on the south side.

The Holy See was stopped by the magic stick who dominated the southern side of the mainland, and there was no panic because of the fall of the Fort of Holy Light, nor did it send any reinforcements.

Under the leadership of Mourinho, the Beamon orcs raided the Fort of Holy Light, blocked various traffic arteries, and imprisoned the transmission ability of magic elements.

This blitzkrieg, which was as typical as a textbook, can be said to have created an unprecedented war mode on the Saint Cassis continent, and it has indeed achieved the expected effect, almost completely annihilating all the living forces in the southern parish.

And it was only a little bit short of the Holy Light Castle changing hands, just a little bit, only a little bit, a barbarian chief who was not planned, punctured all the dreams of the Beamon orcs.

Since crossing, Allen has not been interested in the Holy See, a powerful religious organization, but it has to be said that there have been constant wars in the southern part of the Saint Cassis continent for nearly a thousand years, although the fuses between many human countries... They were all ignited by the Holy See, but it has to be said that the contribution of the Holy See is the greatest contribution to the stable and prosperous Dalu south side.

A peaceful age is suitable for the continuous development and growth of religious forces, so whether the Holy See is an arbitrator or the largest bully on the southern side of the mainland, at least under its leadership, civil strife and large-scale wars rarely occur, no matter which human country If you want to go to war with another country, you must take into account the Holy See. This armed force is not inferior to the religious forces of any powerful country.

It was because of this that Allen stepped in and led the soldiers to repel the Beamon orc army. He didn't want to cause the Third World War because of the fall of the southern parish of the Holy See.

Although he kept talking about whether the Holy Light Fortress fell or whether the Holy Son Orpheus' life and death had nothing to do with him, but deep down in his heart he really didn't want the Holy Light Fortress to become the base or bridgehead of the Beamon orcs.

Because once the Holy Light Fort changes hands, the Behemoth orcs will install the teleportation array in the fort, and a steady stream of troops can be sent over, and then not only cannibalize the human territory, but when the flames of war will continue, the barren ancient plain will definitely be destroyed. spread.

Beamon is a vengeful race. Allen doesn't believe that these orcs will retreat after capturing Son and Dina. Their strategic goal is definitely not that simple, so for the sake of the innocent people in the outpost county, For the sake of the Bloodhoof Camp, the Beamon orcs must leave. Even if Fort Holy Light, a fortress operated by the Holy See for hundreds of years, is demolished into ruins, Allen will never allow the Beamon orcs to occupy Fort Holy Light and the southern parish.

Allen appeared in such a dramatic way, breaking the fantasy of the Beamon orc and shattering Mourinho's abacus.

Although he didn't have a systematic plan from the very beginning, even in this process he has been holding on to the mentality of taking one step at a time until now, but the final result is quite satisfactory to him.

The Beamon orcs have retreated, and the Fort of Holy Light still stands within the sphere of influence of the southern parish, and it is still the front-line fortress against the barbarians of the Great Wasteland.

In this sneak attack and defensive battle between Beamon and the Holy See, which will definitely be passed down to the world in the future, neither of the two protagonists who appeared on the stage had a good time. Both forces were losers, and no one could really count as a victory.

One is to mobilize the masses, teleport and block the magic element circle. As a result, not only the No. 1 commander of Beamon was lost, but also a strategic goal was not achieved. The entire army of the special forces was wiped out, and even the teleportation stones, those rare metals, and the technical talents of the wild dwarves were taken by Allen and Rooney.

The other is that there is a strong fortress in the air, and the foolishness of not using the terrain to defend, led to the fall of the two masterminds or the cardinals who are called pig brains. The southern parish guards and temple paladins were all killed. He was slaughtered, the city wall was knocked down by the iron mountain, and the gate was kicked down by Allen.

The two overlord forces, one south and one north, suffered heavy losses in this battle, and there was no such thing as a winner.

Perhaps the only victor, or the only one who took advantage of it, was the Bloodhoof tribe led by Allen.

And the Bloodhoof Tribe didn't take advantage of it a little bit, but got a huge advantage.

A large group of highly professional wild dwarves, tons of teleportation rough stones, and rare concentrates for smelting armor.

These gains, no matter which one of them, are rare for the major forces, but they were all mistakenly hit by Allen.

Although everyone doesn't know what the wild dwarves are good at.

"Brothers!" Allen shouted to the silent team behind him: "The battle is over, and now everyone is going to go home, but before that, we still have a few important things to solve."

The people who were having a good time fighting each other raised their ears, not understanding what the boss was going to do, the enemy had all run away, so what else to do.

Pointing in the direction of the Fort of Holy Light, Allen shouted with a smirk: "Brothers, we have helped the Holy See so much for nothing, how could we not take any benefit at all."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, there was nothing in the Fort of Holy Light, except for a group of remnants of defeated soldiers and the smashed teleportation array.

"Clean the battlefield, I stripped off all the liger and tiger guards in full-body armor." Alan's roar resounded through the wilderness.

The Bloodhoof warriors rushed out screaming strangely.

In a short while, more than a dozen soldiers, like wage earners who had been hit by a two-color ball, ran to Allen holding a set of full-body armor to claim credit.

"Continue to clean up the battlefield. I will take away all the scimitars in the hands of those wolf cavalrymen. As long as they are metal, none will be left behind!" Allen's roar resounded through the wilderness again.

This time, almost all the Bloodhoof warriors surrounded Allen with a few wolf cavalry scimitars of different materials.

"Take our booty and return to the gate of the Holy Light Castle."

A large group of bloodhoof warriors, who were like locusts crossing the border, stood in front of the gate of the Fortress of Holy Light.

Allen waved his hand, pointed at the steel city gate on the ground and said, "Brothers, pack up the city gate and take it back for me later."

A large group of dwarves ran out of the Fortress of Holy Light holding a sledgehammer and tools, and the sound of tinkling and clanging was endless.

Orpheus and Longningt seemed to be helpless when they saw their wives were constantly molested.

"Isn't that good? That city gate is made of stainless steel and spliced ​​together. Langningt, why don't you stop it?"

Langningt rolled his eyes, and suddenly covered his chest and said: "Oh, my heart hurts so much, it may be the reason for forcibly overdrawing the fire of life and vindictiveness, my eyes are blurred, my head is so dizzy, and I feel so stuffy. "

Orpheus "..."

The dwarves were very conscientious. After dismantling the Iron City Gate neatly into dozens of pieces, they picked up the rivets scattered on the ground one by one and put them in their pockets.

Babylon the Great ran up to Allen and said happily, "Chief, look at the collapsed city walls, do you want to take those broken bricks away too?"

Allen kicked Big Babylon's ass and cursed: "Damn, you fucking demolished other people's city gates and tried to grab other people's bricks, you're shameless."

Hearing what the chief said, Babylon the Great suddenly felt that he had really gone too far.

Regardless of the great Babylon that was reflecting, the next second, Allen turned his head and shouted to the giants: "Brothers, kick down those walls that have not collapsed, and warriors, pack up the intact bricks for me!" Take it away, good people will do it to the end, anyway, they have no doors, and it’s useless to ask for a wall!”

"Okay!" Samson raised his big foot and kicked it against the wall closest to him.

Then a group of giants did the same, kicking the hard walls one by one.

After every loud noise, Orpheus's little heart beat violently, and he looked worriedly at the statue of the Holy Father not far behind him.

The statue of the Holy Father is gilded
It's a pity that the giant's strength was either too strong or too weak. Every time he kicked, he either smashed all the intact bricks, or fell down the city wall without moving a muscle.

It's not that Allen wants to take advantage too much, but that he is really jealous of these city wall materials.

The half-kilometre-long city wall was built against the mountain. Whether it was the wall, the female wall, the city tower, the turret, and the urn, they were all chipped into blocks, and there was no gap between each brick and stone.

You must know that on the mainland of St. Cassis, most of the city walls are similar to the walls of the outpost county. They are all made of earthworks and low-quality bricks that can be seen everywhere, like the walls of the Holy Light Castle. It can be said that he has seen it before. The strongest wall ever.

Allen felt that although the Bloodhoof Camp might not be of much use, they were here anyway, so it wouldn't make sense not to harm the Holy See, right?

Seeing that the giants couldn't control their strength, Allen shouted angrily: "Fuck, don't worry about the overall structure and masonry being intact, just kick me down."

A sneaky, short figure crept up to Allen.

Allen lowered his head and found that it was a dirty wild dwarf. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes and asked, "What's wrong, what's the matter with you?"

He remembered that this guy seemed to be the elder of the tribe of wild dwarves, and his name was Migard.

Migard pointed to the wild dwarves who huddled in a ball not far away and looked like dead children who had no father or mother, and asked in a voice like a mosquito: "Respect...respect...respect, respected barbarian chief, you..."

"Are you a fucking stutter? Get out, don't delay my business, can't you see it in a hurry?" Allen was a little anxious, it was getting dark, and the Legion of the Holy See might be able to come over at any time, and now the bully There are only two cowards left in the Fort of Holy Light, the holy son Orpheus and Long Ningte. It's okay to get cheap in front of them. If they come with a large army, it will be difficult to start.

"No, no, no." The wild dwarf chief Migard seemed a little afraid of Alan, looked at the three-edged military thorn behind Alan with lingering fear, and said stammeringly: "Let's... let's try, it's ok ...is it okay?"

"Try what?"

Migard pointed to the city wall that was tens of meters high.

(End of this chapter)