Lord Roar

Chapter 362 Simba's heart is bleeding.

Dozens of griffins and hippogryphs flew in the air, and bags of burning bottles and animal skins rained down on the two-winged wolf cavalry, creating seas of flames.

Simba huddled behind the head of the giant war elephant, and looked helplessly at Hurent, who was bursting out with fighting spirit. He really didn't know what order to give. The entire 30 vanguard army was all messed up.

Not to mention that he had never seen this kind of situation, it was just that he had never heard of it.

Everyone agreed to assemble their own troops and then began to chop with machetes in turn. Why do you say nothing? How can you fight like this in a war? Isn't this bullying?

Hurrent, who had not healed from an old injury, was shot in the shoulder by an arrow. Even with the protection of fighting energy, it was useless. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, the fighting energy in his body was almost exhausted.

The wave of arrow rain finally stopped, and both Hurente and Simba were greatly relieved. As long as there were no sniper attacks from the beast elves, the harpy could take off to convey the order.

It's a pity that the end of a nightmare often represents the coming of another nightmare.

The elite fighters of the four major tribes of the barbarians, carrying the humiliation and anger of the past, made a comeback.

Old Dylan, the chief of the Nighthawk tribe, was wearing a standard full-body armor, which was given to him after being eliminated by Babylon. Below him were a hundred elite warriors of the Nighthawk tribe leading battle guardian beasts.

Billy, the chief of the Blood Snake Tribe, also rushed down from the south slope, behind him were more than 100 poisonous sand blood snakes unique to the wasteland and elite fighters of the Blood Snake Tribe.

Behind the beast elves and Holy Son Orpheus, teams of Holy See cavalry also appeared, and at the end of the horizon, the heads of the Holy See infantry phalanx could also be seen surging.

The embarrassed Simba drew out his sword, and looked at the barbarians who had already ambushed and attacked the Chinese army, showing a relieved expression.

Simba estimated the loss, gritted his teeth and said to the Imperial Guards beside him: "Notify all combat units that the Beamon priests are concentrated in the front army, command the war giants with their minds, surround the front army in a charge formation, and the rear army Form the flanks, prepare to meet the enemy, the luggage and the luggage guards in the rear... No matter, let the behemoth behemoths attack the Holy See Legion first, and finally deal with them."

Seeing the decisive battle approaching, Simba, who was full of anger, had the big blood vessels on his head jumping up and down. He needed a massacre to wash away the anger and unwillingness of all the orc warriors.

He was not afraid of an ambush by the barbarians, nor was he afraid of the rear baggage being cut off, even if he lost the animal trainer and a few priests.

As long as these enemies can appear upright and fight head-on, he is really afraid of the endless harassing battles of these barbarians, and even more afraid that a group of orcs who don't know when will suddenly appear and beat them up by surprise.

It's a pity that he didn't recognize a cruel fact, that is, whether it was the elite fighters of the two tribes attacking the Chinese army, or the soldiers of the Holy See rushing over in a hurry, they were them, the Bloodhoof tribe was the Bloodhoof tribe, and everyone fought in their own way. Yes, no one hinders anyone.

The allies began to charge, which did not delay the bloodhoof tribe from doing their business.

The beast elves collected their compound bows and followed Orpheus through the portal.

The griffin under De Niro's crotch picked up Thackeray covered in blood and flew into the distance. The Iron Golems began to retreat from their huge figures, turning their heads to destroy the supplies instead of continuing to kill.

Just when all the priests gathered in the front army, when all the Beamon orcs kept changing their formations and thought they were going to start a decisive battle head-on.

A crack in a different space appeared in the midair of the front army, and a golden giant sword floated out. The surging dark power made all the orcs in the front army feel a strong anxiety.

The tip of the golden giant sword pointed obliquely downward.

That's where the scepter priests gather.

Hurent was shocked and said: "The weapon of the god name is the golden sword of Chrysaor, hurry up, let the priest get out of the way!"

Sacrifice is a rare thing. Like human magicians, once they set foot on the battlefield, they are all protected. Seeing that the decisive battle is approaching, the Orphen giant warriors and Belbear officers in the main battle race have long put these figures The skinny old guys circled around.

The priests wanted to run away, but they were surrounded by a bunch of big men.

The reason why the main battle race is called the main battle race is because of their huge size.

The advantage of a large body is obvious, that is, it is resistant to beatings and dryness, but it also has an obvious disadvantage, that is, it moves slowly.

Just like a dwarf surrounded by a group of giants in a hard-seat carriage, the priests are in this mood now.

So the priests were distressed, crying for their fathers and mothers, trying to push away the main battle race guarding them, but unfortunately their waists were not as thick as their calves, and it was useless to just jump up and hit their knees.

Conslet, hovering at a height of [-] meters, said to himself in confusion, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you use War Song to intercept it?"

The handsome old man was very gentlemanly. He waited for a long time while manipulating the weapon with the name of a god, but the group of priests did not fight back. After shaking his head in confusion, he waved his wand lightly.

In the next second, a devastating elemental power descended on the heads of those priests who were in a panic.

Under the attack of the god-named weapon, whether it is the sacrifice or the warriors of the main battle race who guarded them, they have withstood the double blow of physical power and magic elements.

The golden sword composed of magical elements in different spaces is as high as 35 meters in length and nearly ten meters in width. Like a huge invisible knight swinging vigorously, the golden giant sword with the momentum of wind and thunder slashed to the ground, and then Countless magical powers began to explode.

The strong wind began to howl, flying sand and rocks.

The flames began to burn, scorching corpses everywhere.

The poisonous gas began to spread, and the black fog was heavy.

This is the power of the god-named weapons in different spaces. It has three completely different elemental strikes. It has a wide range, strong attack power, and long-lasting battery life.

Conslet squinted his eyes for a while, and nodded in satisfaction when he saw that there was only a huge pit with a diameter of nearly [-] meters left where the priests gathered together.

Using magic power to pull up a portal, Conslet got in.

The handsome old man is not like Thackeray and Orpheus who don't take the teleportation crystal seriously. He would rather waste his magic power than waste these precious teleportation crystals.

It came silently, no one noticed the vicissitudes of the handsome face in the sky, and before leaving, he threw down a huge sword in different space, leaving a huge hole, all the Bhimons seemed to have never existed, there is no The slightest breath of life.

After the impact of the elements, Simba and Hurent stared blankly at the huge crater hundreds of yards away on the left, their bodies trembling.

There used to be twenty scepter priests, there used to be a team of Belbearmen officers and ten Olephant warriors, now there is nothing, only a huge pit with black smoke, and there is no residue left .

Hurent jumped onto the giant war elephant, patted Simba on the shoulder vigorously, and finally brought Simba's thoughts back to reality.

"Get ready to deal with the enemy, the Holy See soldiers are rushing over."

Simba turned his head sluggishly, and nodded numbly when he saw the cavalry of the Holy See holding their lances high.

Unexpectedly, there was another wave of magic elements in the rear, which was the position of the supply troops.

Simba was already numb, and he and Hurent subconsciously raised the lookout tube.

Inside the lookout tube was a young face with a weird smile on it, dangerous and arrogant.

Like the stars holding the moon, the Sons of Chaos walked out of the portal arrogantly under the protection of a group of barbarian warriors in red armor.

Whether it is Simba or Hurente, they will never forget that face until they die.

Especially Hurente, it was a young face that had appeared countless times in his nightmares.

Gritting his teeth, Hurent clenched his fists and persuaded: "The whole army is ready to respond to the enemy. It is better to give up the supply troops for the time being. There are too few enemies in the rear. Don't worry about being pinched from the beginning to the end. After the soldiers of the Holy See are dealt with, we will go back and deal with them." them."

Simba was silent for a while, then nodded helplessly and began to give orders.

Holding a broken hammer, Allen led the tribal warriors to surround the teleportation circle.

Blocking the glare of the sun with his right hand, Allen always felt that there was a familiar figure in the former Beamon army, but it was too far away to see clearly.

"It doesn't matter, let's do ours." Allen whistled, and a group of soldiers drew their heavy weapons behind them and began to move forward.

The high-spirited Cologne shouted at the top of his voice: "Pull up the cordon, advance [-] yards, don't make contact with their main force, and stop where they are blocked by wolf cavalry, and wait for the support of the Titan Aviation Regiment."

Babylon the Great threw the horned python to the ground and roared, "For the glory of the chief, follow me, brothers."

"For the glory of the Chief, God of War above."

The horn-winged python turned into a fighting posture, spitting out a snake letter and said: "Kill these bastards!"

Allen rolled his eyes, this broken snake is now swearing as soon as it opens its mouth, Hathaway and Giselle blame themselves every day for teaching the horned python.

After the horned python spewed out a mouthful of poisonous mist, the soldiers buckled down their armor and began to charge.

The Iron Golem, which had been standing still, moved again, and began to cover and advance as the two wings of the soldiers.

The tribal warriors, like tigers entering a herd of sheep, have no mercy in the face of the pig-faced men who have long since given up resistance.

Now that you have set foot on our homeland, don't blame us for being callous.

After buckling down the armor, a hundred elite tribal fighters formed two rows and began to move forward slowly.

Behind them is a wide road of blood.

In front of them were the terrified eyes and trembling body of Piggy.

The muffled sound of the heavy weapons hitting the flesh, and the howling of the pig-faced Beamon Pig, interweaved a tragic symphony.

Allen shouted to the teleportation circle behind him: "Where is Samson, ask the brothers to move things for me."

As soon as the words fell, giants not much smaller than steel golems rushed out one by one, and began to disperse with joyful faces.

Wooden arrows, dried dried meat, spare iron armor, bundles of simple tents, carts of charcoal, etc., as well as the carriages and ponies that pulled the luggage were carried on their shoulders and brought back to the portal.

Brothers Samson and Clios were getting lower and lower in quality, not to mention taking away the luggage, and kicking over buckets of clean water by the way.

At this time, the wolf cavalry and pig-faced men of the vanguard army had already made contact with the cavalry of the Holy See.

But this has nothing to do with Allen and the Bloodhoof tribe. The Holy See beats the Holy See, and they rob them.

With so much baggage, relying on more than 20 giants will not be able to carry it all for a while.

Fighting in the front is in full swing, and fighting for supplies in the back is also in full swing.

Simba, who was holding the lookout tube, was bleeding from his heart while ordering a change of formation.

I rely on you. Mom, I rely on you. Mom, there is no such thing as playing.

(End of this chapter)