Lord Roar

Chapter 335

The crowd had given up on chasing and killing Hurente. After all, there were only a dozen people on their side, and there were tens of thousands of Beamon fighters on the other side.

At this moment, an incomparably pure holy light bullet flew out, with such a high speed that it seemed to jump through space, and instantly hit Hurrent's back.

The golden light continued to corrode Hurent's back, but it was a pity that Di Xinglong, who was desperately protecting the Lord, still carried the seriously injured Hurent back to the Beamon Central Army.

Orpheus sighed slightly, and shook his head at Allen, his disappointment palpable.

Allen tore off the different-space necklace and signaled for Orpheus to take the third-order dragon in, before looking at the tens of thousands of Beamon warriors one kilometer away.

Those Beamon fighters who were originally majestic and high-spirited sat on the ground one by one, and no one even took care of the wounded.

It is conceivable how demoralized the army has been without even taking care of the wounded.

Thackeray had already set up the portal. Seeing that Allen hadn't come over, he hurriedly urged a few words. The commander who had killed the opponent had achieved the strategic goal, and it was time to retreat.

Allen didn't reply, but stroked the beard stubble on his chin, and looked at the Beamon orc warriors thoughtfully.

"Uncle, let's withdraw." The rock beast ran to Alan's side and persuaded: "Go back quickly, so that the magicians can destroy the portal, and don't expose the magic coordinates of the camp."

Allen shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Rock Beast, you used to be the commander of an army. Do you think these orcs still have the strength to fight with their current morale?"

Rock Beast didn't understand, so he looked at the Bimon orcs sitting on the ground. After thinking for a while, he suddenly stammered and said, "Uncle, Uncle, what do you mean?"

Allen nodded and said: "Look, they don't have any sacrifices anymore, and all the main combat arms of the Hercules are also killed. The pig fighters have the largest number, but they have no weapons, and they are also wearing wooden armor."

The eyes of the rock beast became brighter and brighter, and then he said: "The range of the porcupine warriors is limited, not to mention the armor of our camp, ordinary armor can't penetrate it, the number of wolf cavalry is not large, and they don't have too much attack power. There are many people, but it can't cause real lethality at all!"

"That's still waiting, tell the brothers to copy the guy." After Allen finished speaking, he took out a large handful of teleportation crystals from his arms and threw them all on the ground.

Thackeray and a group of vindictive fighters were dumbfounded.

Many of the surviving soldiers of the Beamon advance army sat on the ground at a loss, and they subconsciously looked at the Fox Clan staff officer at the position of the central army.

They lost their commander in chief, the grassroots commander Bell Bear, the spiritual leader priests, and even those magic pets fled with the death of the priests.

They don't know what to do next, whether to move forward or retreat?

A small number of staff members of the fox clan gathered together, but none of them spoke first.

The advance legion had no way to go any further, they could only stop here, and could not go further into the Great Wasteland.

This is an indisputable fact, a fact that all of them know from the bottom of their hearts, but they can't tell this cruel fact.

One hundred thousand advance troops, in order to deter the barbarians in the wilderness, and to delay the time for Shacheng to gather troops, they set foot on the ancient wilderness.

As a result, on the first day of setting foot on the Great Wasteland, more than half of them were lost, and even the supreme commander and grassroots commanders were all killed in battle.

Even in the worst nightmare, such a scene would not appear.

But the fact happened right in front of their eyes, and they would rather choose this to be a nightmare.

The berserk elemental power, the earth-shattering elemental fluctuations, destroyed their morale and all their fighting spirit.

Did the Terran mobilize all magicians to the Great Wasteland?Just to snipe the [-] Beamon advance army?

The Beamon orcs couldn't find an answer, they just wanted to go home now, back to their own territory.

Perhaps Beamon Beast Emperor will use the cruelest punishment to deal with them, but there are no invisible magicians, no destructive magical elements, and no conspiracy and enemies hidden in the dark.

"Let's withdraw." A Fox Clan staff officer said weakly: "Rectify the remaining fighters, withdraw."

The other Fox Clan staff officers nodded with fear on their faces.

When the order to withdraw troops reached the ears of all Beamon fighters, many people showed a hint of joy on their faces. This was the first time they showed their expressions after they were attacked.

It's a pity that the happy look soon turned into bitter look.

Because more than a dozen portals, large or small, stood up one kilometer away from them. After a few breaths, many figures rushed out of the portal. Those figures were of different sizes, but they felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. .

A one-horned giant snake about the size of a fire-type dragon, a tall giant, a plain dwarf riding on a mount, a barbarian warrior with a full body of fiery red armor, and riding a giant wolf are very familiar but now so strange There are wild beast elves, fat and strong wasteland bears wearing iron armor, all kinds of large and medium-sized beasts, fighting spirit fighters shining with fighting spirit, and grizzled old men.

These figures, large or small, filed out from the portal.

"Bloodhoof, Horde!" Suffering the pain of the holy fire burning his soul, Hurente pushed away the Fox Clan staff officer beside him, jumped onto Di Xinglong, and ran away without hesitation.

Because he couldn't run, Allen had already led everyone to kill him.

Hurent knew that the more than 4 Beamon orcs who had completely lost their fighting spirit could not stop the powerful Bloodhoof tribe, let alone the opponent's powerful magic lineup.

The Bloodhoof Tribe, which has less than 4 people and beasts, has impacted more than [-] Bimon orcs.

"Scatter formation, intersperse and cut for me, keep interspersing and cutting." Allen shouted, turning his flail: "The giants lead the battle, the soldiers are in the center, the aviation regiment supports in the air, and the beast elves support from the outside. .b The orcs were driven out of the wilderness."

"For the glory of the Chief!"

This is the roar of the fighters of the Warrior Horde.

"For the glory of the boss!"

This is the roar of the outsiders of the tribe.

"For my uncle's glory!"

This is the roar of the soldiers of the Princess Guard.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

This is the ferocious beasts screaming there.

The staff members of the Fox Clan gave all kinds of orders in a panic.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, formation!"

"Release the large beast in the rear."

"Shrink the defense."

"Retreat! All retreat."

"Enemy attack, don't panic, there are not many enemies!"

At this time, no one of the Behemoth orcs cared about listening to anyone's orders, because the short one kilometer passed in a blink of an eye, and the orcs and enemies on the front and outer periphery had already encountered.

Allen rushed into the scattered Beamon army at the head of the horse, and under the waving of the flail under the blessing of his dragon power, the bodies of the pig warriors flew upside down as if they were hit by a battering hammer.

But there is something more efficient than him, and that is the horned python transformed into a fighting stance.

When it comes to a fight with a powerful opponent, the Horned Wing Python is absolutely the first to run, and no one can stop it.

But when it comes to bullying ordinary people, especially unarmed Beamon orcs, it is more exciting than anyone else.

After spraying a mouthful of poisonous mist, the thick tail of the bucket swept indiscriminately, and the Beamon flew up, spitting blood from its mouth.

Spray another breath of poisonous mist, straighten the body and start rolling around, crushing countless unlucky ghosts to death.

Whether it is a piggie or a wolf cavalry, they can't support a face-to-face in front of the horned winged python. They are either swept away, poisoned and lying unconscious, or crushed into meatloaf.

Under the leadership of Samson and Clios, the giants of the plains were unwilling to be outdone, and started to trample around with their big feet.

Like beating a child to death, the giants kicked and stomped, and the sky was full of Beamon orcs spitting blood and dancing.

After the Fox Clan staff gave several orders, they finally released the large beast behind the battle formation.

A huge war elephant, a giant Miami lion, and a smaller multi-legged war bull.

It's a pity that these three giant beasts are of no help to the Behemoth orcs who are showing a rout on the entire battlefield, and the bigger the target, the faster the death.

Samson rushed over and kicked down the Miami lion, which couldn't even reach his chest, and Crius grabbed the lion's tail and used it as a meteor hammer.

The multi-legged war bull, which was only a little bigger than the wilderness bear, was directly stared at by the two ridged saber tigers that were roaming freely in the ferocious forest.

One female and one male Ridge Saber Tiger were in perfect harmony. They leaped high into the air and rolled their bodies into a ball, then spun at a high speed and slashed at the multi-legged giant bull.

The multi-legged giant bull that had just come out of the cage was disembowelled by two ridged saber tigers before it could even bark.

The giant war elephants were not much better either. The wasteland bears, like road-breakers, like to besiege such huge enemies the most. After killing a bloody path, they climbed and jumped on the giant elephant. He opened his bloody mouth and began to bite randomly.

The poor giant war elephant kept howling, its nose was too short to reach its back, so it could only lie on the ground trying to be thrown out by these wilderness bears.

These wild bears in the wasteland bitten for a long time and found that it didn't have much effect, and then they remembered that the manager had tailor-made weapons for them.

The wild bears in the wasteland drew their lances from the iron armor on their backs, and began to stab the giant war elephant indiscriminately.

Like a wine barrel that opened the gate, the body of the giant war elephant was covered with dense blood holes. After struggling for a while, it completely lay on the ground and did not move.

And Alan led the tribal warriors like a sharp knife, cut open the battle formation of the Beamon orcs, and then began to rampage and fight on their own.

Facing the Beamon orcs who had no sharp weapons or armor to protect them, the tribal warriors wearing dragon scale armor completely gave up dodging and just fought with their arms open.

Morale was low, there were no weapons, and the wooden armor was useless at all. The three giant beasts died, and those who were used as weapons were used as weapons. His enemy finally fled.

(End of this chapter)