Lord Roar

Chapter 301 Bloodhoof Military Parade
In addition to distributing portable teleportation crystals, the Bloodhoof Tribe has one more thing to do, which is to show off their strength and let everyone know who has the biggest fist in this great wasteland.

So under Allen's guidance, the Bloodhoof Warriors created a military parade ingeniously.

Fifty dwarves rode on the griffins and hippogryphs, gave a military salute to Allen and shouted neatly: "The boss has worked hard."

Allen returned the salute and said, "Comrades have worked hard."

Fifty Dwarves: "Serve the people!"

Under the watchful eyes of more than 100 chiefs, Manstein and foreign guests, De Niro led 49 members of the Titan Aviation Group, and continued to climb up after taking off.

Then, fifty dwarves performed a precise, dense, jaw-dropping carpet bombing.

This is the expression of all the tribal chiefs and Manstein after watching

This unheard of attack method made Hathaway and Saint Orpheus completely start the bewilderment mode. Although Orpheus had seen it once, he did not expect that after a short training, the group of dwarves Not only has the accuracy improved, but it has also been able to make so many unimaginable evasive actions while hitting the target.

Especially the full fifty dwarves, after continuous, uninterrupted, and high-altitude flight, dropped densely packed transparent small bottles, and fire snakes formed walls of fire from the ground, and finally turned into a sea of ​​flames.

This kind of visual impact is too shocking, far more shocking than that of a bad old magician summoning a wall of fire after a long time with his belly flattened.

The ones who were most shocked were Manstein and a group of tribal chiefs.

In their influence, fighting is a matter of strength, who has a harder fist and more brothers.

Although for so many years, whether it is the Holy See or the Beamon orcs, they have always bullied and bullied them.

However, relying on a body full of tendons and many brothers, the Holy See and the orcs couldn't please them, so the chiefs always believed that if it wasn't for the population limit, it was not certain who the overlord on the mainland would be.

Not to mention fighting spirit fighters, just being a magician is quite scary to the barbarians. After all, a bad old man can attack you 800 meters away from you, which would be troublesome for everyone.

For a long time, although the barbarians never thought that their racial abilities and battle rings were inferior to magic or grudges and sacrificial battle songs.

But I have to say that magicians still have great advantages, and of course this is also the biggest killer of the human race.

So for long-range and large-scale strikes, everyone thinks that only magicians can do it.

But after seeing a large group of dwarves throwing countless transparent small bottles in the air, there were deafening explosions and seas of flames, which made them completely doubt their lives.

Comparing the two, the large-scale fire magic of a fire magician is like a child playing house.

In fact, the air in the Bloodhoof camp can create a vacuum zone made of flames in the blink of an eye.

As for magicians, at most they can summon a few walls of fire. It is estimated that only magisters and holy magicians can summon such a wide range of flames.

A group of chiefs, it was only at this time that they really understood why the Bloodhoof tribe was able to be so stubborn in the wilderness. They were very suspicious. Of the more than 100 chiefs who activated the battle ring, only the fifty hovering in the air Whether the dwarves can do it or not is another matter.

After all, people are flying in the sky, and Zhanhuan doesn't set fire to it.

Including another great chief tribe elder who has been following Manstein and has always been eccentric. Now he knows why the Bloodhoof tribe has always been so crazy. No wonder even the great chief tribe is not a bird. They do have that capital.

The other tribes are all practicing their strength, looking for more high-end fighting guardian beasts, anyway, it is all about improving individual combat effectiveness.

Let's look at the Bloodhoof Tribe, the first to break the tradition of wearing helmets and holding weapons, the first to train battle formations and teamwork, and the first to use large combat equipment.

Of course, he was also the first one who dared to offend the Holy See, the first one to hang a tree on the high-level chieftain's tribe, and the first one who dared to fight the Beamon Legion.

Even Hathaway's three senior mages doubted that it was not fifty dwarves in the air, but fifty fire mages who could cast magic instantly.

No, it is impossible for a fire magician to release such a large sea of ​​flames in a short time.

After De Niro and his younger brothers returned safely, they slapped Allen one by one.

Because De Niro gave Allen a long face, Allen used too much force and turned De Niro into a gourd.

The second team to play was the Bloodhoof Cannons led by Samson and Clios.

The content of the performances are building defensive positions, rapid assembly, fire support and long-range bombing.

Colon, the captain of the Bloodhoof Tribal Guard, held two flags in his hand, one red and one blue.

Cologne, who was wearing a glaring red armor, was extremely coquettish, glanced at a group of beast elves not far away, raised his head against the strong wind, and shouted: "Bloodhoof Cannon Regiment, subject one, build a defensive position, start! "

Giselle rolled her eyes and whispered to Allen, "This guy, he yelled as soon as he yelled, and he aroused his fighting spirit."

Following the fall of the red chess piece held high by Cologne, ten plain giants, led by Clios, ran out of the camp with giant engineering shovels in their hands. Digging.

Needless to say, this time the Holy See supported high-quality steel. Under the overtime control of the plain dwarves and wild dwarves, although the appearance is a bit rough, it is very easy to use and the texture is hard.

East, who was watching the excitement in the camp, swallowed a mouthful of saliva because he smelled the fragrance of fresh earth.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a trench 100 meters long and three meters deep was dug out.

Eleven giants pulled out three giant battle shields from behind and erected them in front of the trench.

Chief Billy of Blood Snake's eyes turned red thinking: This huge shield is enough to arm a tribal warrior.

That's right, the giants returned all the rough and rotten stainless steel long sticks to the furnace, and smelted them with molten iron without impurities, and finally created a giant battle shield with a surface of tens of meters, a height of nine meters and a thickness of ten centimeters.

A large group of chiefs and foreign guests look at me and I look at you. I don’t know what these giants are doing.

Cologne roared again: "Bloodhoof Cannon Regiment, subject two, quickly assemble."

Samson led more than 20 remaining giants to run out of the camp, as if being chased by dogs, with their heads bowed and their waists bowed, each with various parts in their arms.

After a sound of gear friction, those parts were assembled, and eight brand new Bloodhoof II catapults were assembled.

"Bloodhoof Cannon Regiment, subject three, long-range fire support." After Cologne shouted, he winked at Babylon the Great.

Babylon the Great led fifty bloodhoof warriors in black armor, and after crossing the trench, they all crawled to the ground, and then, like a gecko, kept moving forward in a low-profile crawling posture taught by Allen. After climbing about [-] yards Only then did it stop.

Migard stepped on Samson's shoulder and shouted with all his strength: "The position of the guardian star, the scale is five, let it go."

After the blue flag of Cologne was lowered, the smooth boulders were crushed and hurt the trebuchet, and then flew out with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

After the boulder hit the ground, it stirred up dust all over the sky, like an earthquake. After such a long distance, a large group of chiefs could feel the tremor coming from the ground.

Manstein also broke into a cold sweat for Babylon the Great and others.

After the dust dispersed, everyone squinted their eyes to see clearly that nearly a hundred boulders fell less than ten meters away from Babylon the Great and the others.

Although there were no enemies, and they couldn't see so far away, a large group of people thought that once the huge boulders that laid the groundwork on the battlefield hit their heads, they would definitely die at least half of their lives.

This frightening feeling was even more palpitating than the sea of ​​flames just now. Manstein turned his head to look at Alan who was flirting with Giselle, his eye sockets jumped involuntarily, and he almost started cursing just now.

Babylon the Great and so many bloodhoof warriors were almost smashed into meatloaf, this guy still has leisure to chat?

Not to mention that Manstein was worried, even the big Babylon in front of him felt a little guilty. If it wasn't for his own chief, he wouldn't be able to do it even if his own father made him a target. It was too dangerous.

Manstein was going to talk to Allen later that he would not be able to play such a thrilling game in the future. In front of so many foreigners, it would be a shame if this messed up.

However, Cologne's roar sounded again, making Manstein involuntarily turn his gaze to the trebuchets again.

"Bloodhoof Cannon Regiment, subject four, long-range reload bombing, imaginary enemy, cavalry in the formation of local skirmishers, free fire." After Cologne shouted, the two flags waved three times respectively.

The giants standing behind the catapult shouted one by one: "Guardian position, left side."

"The position of the guardian star, directly below."

"Guardian position, right side"

"The location of the God of War star..."

"The location of the God of War star..."

The giants reported six locations one by one, covering an area of ​​nearly [-] square meters.

Migard shouted: "Marking is complete, reload, shoot."

One after another, the boulders that help burn the bottles are projected out, and this time they will fly higher and farther.

When the boulder fell to the ground, the burning bottle tied to it fell to the ground, and after being broken, high-concentration alcohol without a igniter flowed all over the ground.

Babylon the Great rushed back with the soldiers, and the location of the boulder throwing could be determined in advance, and if the fire burned up in a while, no one could control it.

Allen gave Tilda a strong bow as tall as a man.

This former number one sharpshooter of the Beamon Legion has inherited the blood of the ancient elves. After the bow was drawn, twelve ignited bows and arrows were shot out one after another with the sound of piercing the air.

The twelve bows and arrows flowed like clouds and flowing water, and they were all shot mechanically from Tilda's hands.

The interval between each shot of a bow and arrow, the arc of each bow and arrow is almost exactly the same.

After the rocket touched the high-concentration alcohol, the flames erupted completely cut off the sight of the chiefs.

This time it wasn't just a sea of ​​flames, because of the high temperature, those specially made boulders that fell on the ground began to burst continuously, and the rust iron inlaid on them flew out without distinction.

"In our hometown, this is called a grenade. I am a giant grenade, hahaha." Allen explained to Orpheus with a smile.

"Grenade? Bomb? Isn't your hometown the Locke Kingdom? Why haven't I heard of it?" Orpheus really thought about it carefully, and he didn't have any impression of this kind of attack method that he had heard about.

Allen rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain.

"Awe-inspiring!" Langningt's jaw dropped, looking at Tilda with admiration.

In the absence of a magician's gaze, the error of the target at a distance of at least a thousand yards was less than one meter. Langningt's mind flashed through the famous marksmen in various human countries one by one, and finally he was helpless. It is confirmed that the highest record holder is only six or seven hundred yards, and the accuracy may not be so high.

(End of this chapter)