Lord Roar

Chapter 331 Ambush
At this time, in the Beamon advance army, Rommel did not keep roaring and roaring like the other combat staff officers, but gave orders one by one with his face sinking like water.

"Send the harpy again and observe the direction of the attacker."

"The infantry phalanx spread out, the flanks spread out, and the formation was lengthened to reduce losses."

"Send a squad of Tusk Wolf Cavalry scouts and advance in a straight line at a distance."

"The two-winged wolf cavalry marched in an arc."

The half-kneeling Harpy heralds flew towards each infantry phalanx.

After the order was communicated to each squad, the team of a hundred Tusk Wolf Cavalry formed a straight line and rushed to the position where Allen and the others were just now.

A quarter of an hour later, a harpy herald half-kneeled beside Rommel with a bitter expression on his face.

"Report to the handsome, the enemy...the enemy is missing."

"It seems that the wild dwarves have finished building those raw crystals." Rommel gritted his teeth and said, "Mourinho, this damned traitor, even such an important strategic material was snatched away by the enemy."

A staff member of the fox clan climbed up the giant elephant from under the ladder, and looked at Rommel hesitantly.

"Report the damage."

Then the Fox Clan staff officer whispered: "36 Tusk Wolf cavalry scouts were killed, 170 harpies were killed, [-] infantrymen died in the first phalanx, six piggies, a Bear Bear officer, the second phalanx"

"Enough." Rommel angrily interrupted the fox staff officer, and asked uncertainly, "What is the total number of casualties?"

"Except for the scouting team and the harpies that were sent out just now, all the harpy soldiers were killed, 340 of the pig soldiers were wounded, of which more than 870 soldiers lost their fighting ability, and [-] of them were killed, and [-] of the Bell bear officers Suffering minor injuries, a Ursine officer was struck by a boulder and died instantly."

Hurente's heart beat wildly. He didn't expect that in less than a quarter of an hour, his side lost so much without even seeing the enemy.

"How could there be such a big loss?" Rommel looked disbelieving.

The staff officer of the Fox Clan swallowed, and said helplessly: "After the boulders fell, the liquid bound on them has strong adhesion and flammability, and the Pig warriors are wearing wooden armor."

Glancing at the several infantry phalanxes that were beginning to restore order, Rommel rubbed the center of his brows and ordered again: "Forward, left and right wings, rear, and ten priests each are at the outermost periphery of the phalanx. Let all priests release their magic pets. The target of the attack is those portals, the wolf cavalry spreads out its wings, and once the priest senses the fluctuation of the space element, all the magic pets rush over, and the two-winged wolf cavalry traps the enemy."

A fox clan combat staff hesitated to speak, but finally gave the order to the harpy herald.

Hurente glanced at Rommel and did not speak, but secretly admired Rommel's decisiveness and incomparably sober analysis ability.

Enemies with the ability to teleport can appear anywhere, but the target of your own side is too large, and enemies with weapons of mass destruction can completely fight and run away. This is almost an unsolvable tactic.

However, if the Beamon Priests are spread out around the army, as long as there are elemental fluctuations of the portals, the Beamon Priests will be able to sense them immediately, and then use their magic pets to restrain and destroy those portals, and the wolf cavalry will support them in time You can wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

This tactic is very clever, but there is one shortcoming, that is, the life of the priest is not taken seriously.

You must know that among the Beamon orcs, sacrifices are as precious as human magicians.

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A group of human messengers surrounded Allen, with various expressions on their faces, but none of them dared to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the man squatting on the ground writing and drawing.

I have to say that they were completely shocked by the unique fighting style just now.

They finally knew why Shengshan was so jealous of a small barbarian tribe. It seemed that there was a reason why Shengshan had been beaten in the face with pain and did not fight back.

Because this guy not far away is really too dark.

The impact of the scene just now was too shocking to everyone, they had never heard of such a fighting method.

Efficient, accurate, fast, and safe.

Get rid of the scouts, attack the large army, and then retreat without the slightest hesitation.

If he was the commander of the Beamon advance army, he would probably be mad on the spot.

But they are a little pity, because this tactic can only be used once.

The reason why the Behemoth Army was caught off guard just now was because the enemy was too careless and did not send priests to join the battle immediately.

If the priests immediately brought their magic pets instead of dispatching harpies and fang wolf cavalry after sensing the fluctuations in the elements of the portal, those giants and dwarves would not be able to successfully launch successive attacks.

But even so, everyone had to look at Alan with admiration at this time, even with a little fear in their eyes.

After all, a barbarian tribe with strong elemental power following the route of elite soldiers, with the help of teleportation crystals, can really slap anyone in the face if they want, and you can't even catch him.

And this guy is also a complete desperado. After all, not everyone dares to attack a legion of 10 people with dozens of people, and even successfully withdraws safely after exhausting the other party's vital strength.

They have more or less heard about the road to fame of this barbarian tribe with less than a thousand people.

A group of stragglers abandoned by the chieftain tribe and [-] barbarians, and a down-and-out nobleman who was hunted down by Hurent.

It is such a combination that has moved towards an unstoppable rise in the way of fighting to support the fighting.

A group of savages who couldn't afford to eat first wooed a group of dwarves who also couldn't afford to eat, and then fooled into the giants of the plains who couldn't afford to eat.

After the grassroots armed forces were assembled, Allen, the most wanted criminal of the Holy See, recruited another group of raccoons.

Wandering mages, the most wanted criminals of the Holy See in the previous generation, dark magisters and heretics hunted down by Manna of the Earth Dragon Legion, etc.

Then it got out of hand, this group of guys with bad backgrounds swept across the Great Wasteland and became the king, and then began to slap the Holy See in the face one after another, and finally intervened in the battle between the Fort of Holy Light and the orcs and so on.

They had heard about the rise of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and they have always defeated the enemy with zero casualties.

For this rumor, everyone took it as a joke at first.

Until today, they didn't know that this was not a joke, because the scene just happened before their eyes.

They didn't know how many troops the Beamon orcs had lost, but the soaring flames and the clear explosion that could be heard several kilometers away made them unforgettable forever.

When they walked through the portal and returned to the Bloodhoof Tribe, they seemed to have a strange dream.

In the dream, they were less than a few kilometers away from Beamon's [-] army, and then Chief Bloodhoof killed the opponent's few thousand soldiers with a raised hand. In the end, everyone returned to the Bloodhoof camp safely. I didn't see any, and what I saw was burned to coke or smashed into meat.

At this time, everyone lowered their voices and whispered. They were no longer at a loss or terrified just now, but stared at Alan's figure, looking forward to entering the portal next time.

Even Lompad, who has been prejudiced against Allen, has unconsciously changed his mentality.

This guy is not only a hob meat, but also a desperado.

The most frightening thing is that this guy has too many advantages that others don't have.

If you use one word to describe Allen, two words will immediately appear in Lompad's mind, that is danger!

Just now Orpheus and Hathaway have told him that Allen has begun to deploy the second battle plan.

He thought that the deployment of the battle plan would be some wise-looking elders or military staff chattering endlessly.

He thought that the subject of everyone's discussion would be harassment tactics, delaying time for the Holy See Legion to gather an army, and calculating gains and losses.

He thought that he would have to wait at least a long time before the next active attack, so he hesitated.

Too bad they were all wrong.

The so-called deployment of the second battle plan was just that Allen squatted on the ground, took a few breaths, wrote and drew on the ground, then stood up, and led them into the portal again.

After everyone walked out of the portal, they clearly felt that they were already on the outskirts of the wild ancient plain, at least tens of kilometers away from the place where they just fought.

Apart from a group of human messengers, only a group of old men came out of the portal this time.

The tall giants didn't follow, nor did the beast elves with accurate marksmanship, nor did the plain dwarves with their mounts, only a bunch of old men.

Everyone felt a little cold in their hearts, because these old men were all fucking magicians.

A bunch of magicians without warrior protection.

But this group of old men walked out of the portal talking and laughing like an outing, as if they didn't worry about their own safety at all.

Even Downey was no longer as calm as before, with a look of surprise on his face.

As the vice president of the Association of Magicians, Nicholas' face was even worse.

Isn't this a joke? A large group of magicians without fighters close to protect them are just exposed in the open wasteland. If any accident happens, how much the elemental power of the entire human race will be weakened.

This is definitely a fatal blow to the morale of all race alliances.

Conslet, the old housekeeper Lacey, Rooney, the old Duff, plus Hathaway, five senior magicians from the Princess Guard, and her three senior mages.

There are a total of fourteen magicians, and the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all senior magicians.

Perhaps only the Holy See has such a big hand, and no other power would dare to send so many magicians to fight at once.

Downey reckoned that if Beamon Beast Emperor knew that there were so many magicians gathered here, and there were no warriors to protect them, he would take the [-] advance troops and kill them all.

As long as so many high-level magicians and wizards can be killed, the absolute value can no longer be worth it. This is of greater strategic significance than defeating a large human army.

Downey and Nicholas wanted to persuade Allen, but were held back by Hathaway.

Facing the confusion between her mentor and the vice president of the Continental Magic Association, Hathaway didn't explain, but shook her head slightly, and ran to Allen's side.

Allen looked at the magicians standing in a row, and handed the portable teleportation spars in their arms one by one.

Janna stood beside Allen, holding a piece of animal skin, and said like a conscientious combat staff: "The five magicians of the guard group and Elder Duff, the casting distance is [-] yards, and the three magicians cast spells. The distance is [-] yards, Elder Rooney and Elder Lacey are [-] yards, Master Conslet is [-] yards, please remember your spellcasting positions clearly."

After hearing this set of data, Downey took a deep look at Conslet, and frowned inadvertently.

A group of human messengers also showed shock.

The magister is only [-] yards away. Could it be that this dark magister has advanced to a holy magician?Only holy ranks can extend their casting distance infinitely.

Allen didn't have time to pay attention to them, and took out a large black bucket from the different space necklace, which was as tall as half a person.

Janna took out fourteen transparent small bottles from her bosom and handed them to the crowd, pointing to the big bucket and said: "Masters, please fill it up and drink it after all the mana is consumed. Remember, you are only allowed to cast a spell once. After casting a spell, activate it The teleportation array returns to the Bloodhoof Camp."

Allen said seriously: "Safety first!"

Everyone nodded one by one, and said with a smile, don't worry, don't worry.

Downey noticed a phenomenon that surprised him, that is, his three apprentice mages did not show any dissatisfaction or suspicion towards Alan, who was giving orders, as if they trusted each other unconditionally, as if they were against a The superiors are average.

He couldn't believe this phenomenon. The three apprentices were all taken in by him ten years ago. At that time, these three people were already well-known in the mainland. Although they were not extreme masters, they were also famous figures. In a few days, he became so obedient?
Not to mention the five senior magicians and the few magicians who worked for the Bloodhoof tribe, but my three apprentice magicians are not part of the Princess Guards, nor are they under the command of Hathaway. Will the tribal chief obey the orders?

You must know that after reaching the level of a mage, no matter where you go on the mainland, you will be regarded as a guest of honor.

But in the Bloodhoof Tribe, Donnie didn't feel that the three mages received any preferential treatment. Instead, under Allen's mobilization, he prepared to cast spells without sending any warriors to protect him, and he was still facing tens of thousands of Beamon troops. .

However, when the liquid flowed out from the big black bucket, he completely lost the mind to investigate the reason, because he sensed an extremely pure essence of magic power, which came from the bucket half as tall as a person.

Like an old man suffering from a stroke, Downey pointed at the big bucket and asked tremblingly, "That...that...that can't be..."

Hathaway felt that the current appearance of her mentor was really detrimental to the prestige of a holy-rank archmage, so she had no choice but to explain in a low voice: "Yes, mentor, that's dragon blood, which can instantly restore the magic power in the body."

"I know it's dragon's blood, and I know it can restore magic power. The problem is, the problem is." Donnie hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

Even Nicholas's eyes were as dull as when he saw Lao Wang hiding in his kitchen next door.

(End of this chapter)