Lord Roar

Chapter 329 One Hundred Thousand Advance Army

As the topic unfolded, everyone began to discuss it endlessly.

But after all, everyone is still worried that many affiliated congresses will stand still.

It is unlikely that these dependent countries will become scumbags. After all, the human race and the Beamon orcs are sworn enemies.

But it is not out of the question that they hold the Holy See back, or do nothing at all.

The attitude of the Principality of Lothar and the Association of Magicians is very clear, and they are extremely firm in uniting the front with the Holy See.

There are only a few powerful human nations, and the most powerful is the Kingdom of Locke besides Lothar.

Allen originally wondered why the Locke Kingdom didn't send an envoy, but Downey handed him a souvenir.

The letter was signed by King Locke and Allen's cheap father, the Grand Duke Claire.

The content is also very short, that is, let Allen try his best to call on [-] barbarians to cooperate with the Holy See.

Allen doesn't have too many doubts. Passing the southern parish is the outpost county, and passing the outpost county belongs to the territory of the Kingdom of Locke. Other countries can still be fooled or wait and see. After all, many forces are too far away from the Great Wasteland. , even if you ride a fast horse, you will have to run non-stop for dozens of days.

Others can delay, but only the Kingdom of Locke can't, because it is too close to the wild ancient plain and the front line.

The Beamon orcs said that they did not commit any crime against other human nations, but the Locke Kingdom could not take the risk.

In the end, it can be confirmed that there are less than 30 conventional troops who are ready to go to the Great Wasteland to assemble.

Including the two major legions of the Holy See and tens of thousands of crusaders, the Wild Hunting Wind Legion of the Principality of Lothar, and the second frontier army of the Locke Kingdom.

Among them, the Magician Association sent 53 element users to fight against the Beamon priest. Many dependent countries also sent more or less element users and vindictive fighters because the journey was too far away.

20 regular troops, plus less than a hundred element users, and hundreds of grudge fighters.

This is the amount of troops that the human race can put on the battlefield immediately, but it is far from enough.

I have to say that the North-South war between the two races came too suddenly, neither the Holy See nor the human race were prepared at all.

Although the human race has known for a long time that the Beamon orcs are not a race that can be tolerated, they never thought that they would make a comeback after only a mere hundred years.

Moreover, although the Beamon Beastmen only have a population of several million, they have a natural advantage, that is, like barbarians, everyone is a warrior. Only the Beamon Beast Emperor gives an order, and it takes only a few months to assemble a million troops. It can be done within.

With the forces assembled by the Holy See and several countries, against the Beamon army, all idiots know that it is impossible for the human race to win.

And the most important thing is that the Bimeng orc Chen Bing is on the outskirts of the wasteland, and the Holy See and a bunch of human national forces are still arguing here.

However, the purpose of a group of envoys is only to second a few barbarians to accompany the army to understand the terrain on the wasteland. The Magicians Association and a few big shots also hope to enter the Fort of Holy Light as the combat headquarters.

None of us expected to solve practical problems during this brief meeting. After all, many people who really have the final say are still arguing in the Holy Mountain, and even if they come up with ideas, it will not be their turn to finally make a decision.

In the end, everyone didn't discuss the reason, and they were all ready to go down to rest, but who knew that Babylon the Great ran over in a hurry.

Seeing a large group of outsiders present, Babylon the Great was pulled to a corner by Alan Manstein, and told another bad news, and it was bad news related to the Bloodhoof tribe.

An advance army of no less than 10 Beamon orcs entered the outskirts of the Great Wasteland, and when they encountered a tribe with less than a hundred people, they asked them to bring a message to the Great Chief tribe, threatening that they would do nothing to all the barbarian tribes this time when they set foot on the Great Wasteland. But there are only three conditions, to hand over all the original teleportation crystal ore, as well as the heads of Chief Bloodhoof and Mourinho.

Allen didn't sneer after hearing this, but sneered.

Looks like that bastard Hurente has leaked.

Allen sent so many raw crystal ores in the battle of the Holy Light Castle. Only Langningt told the Holy Mountain about this, and Hurent, who has eyes and ears in the Holy Mountain, also knew about it.

Now that Hurent defected, the Beamon orcs knew that the raw crystal ores were not in the hands of Mourinho, but in the hands of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

Allen looked at a Manstein with an unknown attitude.

Manstein, who had not expressed his attitude in front of many messengers, stared at Allen and asked, "Can you promise me one thing?"

"whats the matter?"

"From now on, you will be the chief of the Bloodhoof tribe, not some messy baron of the human race."

"What do you mean, Great Chief?" Allen said inexplicably: "I have always been Chief Bloodhoof. Look at when my elbow turned outward."

"Don't forget that you once promised me to break the barbarian ancient blood restriction." Manstein smiled and continued: "Don't worry, the Great Chief tribe and the [-] barbarians will not give up any of them. Just go back to the tribe of the great chief and issue a call-up order for battle, and shrink and gather all tribe fighters."

Allen was a little moved suddenly, but Manstein continued: "Forget it, I'm not joking with you, the Beamon orcs have long wanted to eradicate [-] barbarians, but they just found a reason, you don't have to blame yourself Or guilt."

Allen instantly understood that what the great chief said was right. The Beamon orcs just saluted first and then fought. The head on their neck and those raw crystal ores were just a reason they were looking for. The Mongolian orcs said that they did not commit any crime against the barbarians, but it was only for other vacillating human races to see.

After Allen figured it out, he grabbed Manstein and said with a smirk, "Since we've set foot on the wilderness, let's let them have a long memory."

After finishing speaking, Allen walked back to the long table and said with a sneer, "Don't waste time, the Beamon orcs have entered the wilderness."

The words stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone focused their attention on Allen, with all kinds of expressions on their faces.

No one thought that the Beamon orcs would want it, and they thought they would gather for a while.

Among the people present, only Downey was calmer, and asked with a sinking face, "How many people?"

"There are less than 10 wolf cavalry and pig-faced fighters, and there are hundreds of battle pets and dozens of priests."

Hearing that they didn't come out in full force, Hathaway secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is the news reliable?"

Manstein nodded.

A large group of people didn't even bother to ask in detail, and they were going to leave immediately so that they could inform the bad news and gather their troops.

Allen ignored a group of people who were at a loss, and said to Babylon the Great: "Tell Samson and them to come with me in a quarter of an hour, and let Migard pull up the portal to connect to the magic coordinates on the northern periphery of the Great Wasteland."

"Your Excellency Allen, where are you going?" Orpheus looked puzzled.

"Give you time to delay."

Downey saw a group of huge figures emerging from the back of the camp, and asked with doubts in his eyes, "How do you want to delay?"

Allen sneered and said, "Since you're all jittery, let us barbarians and Beamon orcs make gestures."

After finishing speaking, Allen turned around and left, leaving a large group of people staring at each other, wondering what this overwhelmed guy was going to do.

One hundred thousand Bimon orcs, not one hundred thousand Saluo beasts, how can a Bloodhoof tribe with a few hundred people contain so many orcs?

Orpheus followed closely behind, turned back halfway and said, "Don't be impatient, everyone, why not take a closer look at the Beamon orc army with me."

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, observing closely?This place is hundreds of kilometers away from the outer edge of the northern side of the wasteland, how to get there?
Orpheus didn't explain, and Hathaway whispered a few words in Master Downey's ear, and the latter followed after suddenly realizing.

.

The endless wasteland, the cold autumn wind, gravel and totem poles all over the ground.

This is the border of the wild ancient plain bordering the Beamon Empire.

Twenty infantry phalanxes advanced in an orderly manner.

Rommel rode on a giant elephant and said with emotion: "It is this desolate land that hinders my family's view of the south."

As the commander-in-chief of the Beamon advance army this time, and also as the patriarch of the Beamon fox clan, Rommel was not careless. There were hundreds of wolf cavalry supervisors and thousands of harpies between each phalanx. Heralds were also scattered over the various phalanxes, and the elite wolf cavalry scouts were also released, several kilometers away from the main force, so they could respond as quickly as possible to any situation.

Rommel, known as the fox of the battlefield, may not be well-known on the continent of St. Cassis, but his reputation in Beamon is not weaker than Mourinho at all.

It's just that Rommel, as the patriarch, did not participate in foreign wars.

One is the patriarch of the Swan clan, and the other is the patriarch of the Fox clan. They are both powerful figures in the country, and they are both famous generals of Bimon.

It's a pity that one has now become the biggest traitor in Beamon's history, and the other has become the commander of the advance legion.

"Hurent, who do you think our first opponent will be? Is it your former master, the Holy See?" Rommel smiled and looked at a knight beside him.

The corners of Hurent's eyes twitched inadvertently, and he said in an emotionless voice: "Master Rommel is too worried, the Beast Emperor has prepared for this battle for several years, and the Holy See was not prepared before, as long as he quickly passed through After crossing the barren ancient plains and taking the two dioceses of the north and the south, I believe that the two armies of the Holy See will be assembled, after all, there are only a few thousand church guards stationed in the northern diocese, and there is no large-scale transmission device on the holy mountain."

Rommel nodded, and thoughtfully said: "What about the barbarians, your old enemy, the Bloodhoof tribe? Will the Warchief tribe hand over those raw teleportation stones to others? Not to mention the foreign chieftains of the Bloodhoof tribe, I heard that he is not a good person to get along with."

Hurent gritted his teeth and said: "Even so, the barbarian tribes in the wilderness are too far apart, as long as we defeat them one by one. If we can kill Chief Bloodhoof, as a token of loyalty, I will personally lead people to attack the northern parish."

"It doesn't matter whether you send the original ore back or not. At worst, I will get it myself. The barbarians in the wasteland must be eradicated. Even if those original ores are handed over to our clan, the Beast Emperor will find other reasons to eradicate [-] barbarians. After all, the barbarians It's too much of an eyesore."

Looking at the twenty infantry battle formations, Rommel said with pride: "As long as the first battle is won, if the first battle of the first battle is won, the advance legion will contain the armed forces of the Holy See, and the follow-up troops will follow in half a month. Hurry up, the two dioceses are in my family's pocket, and let those dependent countries of the Holy See understand that our warriors are unstoppable. The south side of the rich continent was once your hometown, Hurente, tell me, how is it there? richness?"

Hurent looked at Rommel, who was determined to win, and said darkly and inexplicably: "It is very rich, so rich that any race will resist the invaders with death."

"Really?" Rommel smiled and did not speak.

At this moment, two sharp whistling sounds came, and a harpy landed on the giant elephant, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Report to the commander, dozens of giants appeared six kilometers away, and the scout troops started fighting with them!" .”

Rommel glanced at Hurent thoughtfully, and shouted: "Accelerate the march."

(End of this chapter)