Lord Roar

Chapter 377 Attacking the Holy Mountain
As a legion commander, Lompard subconsciously began to observe the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe.

The Bloodhoof Tribe is full of battles. With a hundred warriors plus more than 20 giants, fifty dwarves, more than 200 beasts and dozens of beast elves, the combat strength is less than five hundred.

But with more than 500 fighting forces, they blocked the only exit outside the southern parish, as if they were insurmountable mountains.

I have never seen Chief Bloodhoof give an order. The soldiers of Bloodhoof seemed to have practiced countless times, and everyone performed their duties.

Looking at its formation, it can attack and defend, and it has everything from land to air, from short-range attack to long-range suppression.

Looking at the Legionnaires of Wind of the Wild Hunt, their heads were surging and restless. Just now when he ordered them to retreat, the squad leaders seemed to be pardoned, as if they were very afraid of confronting the Bloodhoof tribe.

The opponent only has more than 500 combat strength, but they have tens of thousands of people.

The power of tens of thousands of people is not as strong as a tribe of barbarians, which is simply not a funny joke.

It's a pity that this joke is true even if it is not funny.

The bloodhoof tribe brought too much oppression to the soldiers of all tribes, not to mention the fully armed tribe warriors, those violent giants, the sharp archers and beast elves who rode on giant wolves like the wind, 25 guards The fearsome steel golem, the elemental strike force that can destroy a Holy See magister in the blink of an eye, and the eight-meter-high siege vehicle that is full of gears, etc., made these human soldiers break out in cold sweat .

While the major legions are still practicing formations and increasing the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers, the Bloodhoof tribe has begun to develop diversified attack methods and multi-army coordination.

Especially as soon as the Bloodhoof tribe showed up, those dwarves riding on the griffins and hippogryphs created a wall of fire more than 30 meters long in the time it took to fart.

It is said that it was these miraculous transparent small bottles that caused the [-] Beamon advance troops to flee with their heads in their arms.

The soldiers of Wind of the Wild Hunt don't want to be charred corpses.

And they also knew that it wasn't that Beamon didn't have archers to restrain the dwarves in the air, but that they were shot into hedgehogs by the beast elves before the archers could release their arrows.

Those human envoys who watched the battle said that within [-] yards, the beast elf could shoot through the head of a wolf cavalry with a special heavy bow.

In fact, it’s no wonder that the soldiers of the Wind of the Wild Hunt were terrified. It was mainly because the human envoys who had watched the battle had exaggerated the Bloodhoof tribe’s propaganda in order to motivate the soldiers, although the actual situation was similar.

If it's just that the fighters are outstanding, Lompard also noticed a big fat man and Princess Janna formulating a battle plan as if no one was there.

"If the wind of the wild hunt is the first bird, let's block the only exit, without pushing back, the diameter of the contact surface is less than [-] yards, and the soldiers and the steel golem can hold it."

Jana nodded and said, "Let the beast elves kill those vindictive captains first, so as to disrupt their rhythm."

Fatty Meng Rui pointed to the two peaks of the Fort of Holy Light and said, "Four siege vehicles were sent out to knock down the rubble on the peak and cut off the left wing of the Wind of the Wild Hunt."

"Up to an hour, once a large-scale melee occurs, stick to the spot and slowly consume their vitality."

Meng Rui thought for a while, then looked at Lompad maliciously and said: "There will be a conflict in a while, and I will be responsible for killing that commander named so-and-so. It is said that this guy is still very good in the Principality of Lothar." military strategist."

Lombard was sweating like rain. He had just given Hathas time to inform the Holy Mountain, and the battle plan had already begun to be drawn up there, and the direction of the war was estimated in a few words.

It is estimated that if the staff of the Wild Hunt's Legion under his command encountered such a situation, they would definitely not be able to come up with a specific battle plan without arguing for a day and a half.

Excellent fighters, epoch-making equipment, unparalleled individual combat effectiveness, and talented combat staff, are these the trump cards of the Bloodhoof Tribe?
Lompard looked at the young man sitting cross-legged without saying a word, feeling a little sad that he was born in the same era as him, and also sad that he was robbed of his demeanor by the other party during the war between the two clans.

Hundreds of years later, when future generations mentioned the war between the two clans, he didn't know whether people would mention the Supreme Commander Hatchas, or whether they would mention the Second Front Army Commander Claire, let alone whether they would mention He Lompard.

But he knew that people would definitely remember two names, that is, the Bloodhoof Tribe and their chief, His Excellency Allen.

As time passed, Lompard and Hatchas became more and more anxious.

Hathas had already sent someone back to the Fort of Holy Light to notify the messenger of the Holy Mountain in the teleportation array, but until now there has been no movement at all.

Thackeray walked to Alan's side expressionlessly, and said without any emotion in his tone: "It's time."

Allen stood up, smiled and said to Hatchas: "Hachas, the Bloodhoof tribe is no longer an ally of the Holy See from now on, now, tell me the magic coordinates of the Holy Mountain!"

As soon as the words fell, Conslet swooped down from the sky like lightning, grabbed Hatchas' neck and lifted him up.

The handsome old man with both magic and martial arts was so strong that the burly Hachas couldn't break free.

After the huge death-shaped skeleton appeared out of thin air, the handsome old man finished reciting the spell silently, and asked blankly: "Tell me the magic coordinates of the holy mountain, or I will extract your soul, and I can get the answer I want. "

No one expected that the Bloodhoof tribe would do it as soon as they said they would, and the guards standing behind Hathas drew their weapons and rushed forward.

The Death Skeleton stretched out the scythe entwined with the spirit of the undead, and it hit Hatchas' head.

Twenty barren bears rushed out screaming, punching and kicking the guards of Hathas.

The wildland bears in full body are several times stronger than the barbarians. Not to mention their rough skin and thick flesh, they know how to cooperate. As soon as these guards aroused their fighting spirit, they were slapped to the ground by the bears' paws. On their chests, it was difficult for the guards to breathe, let alone struggle.

Lompard and the several generals behind him looked at each other in blank dismay, neither helping nor looking stupid, it was very embarrassing.

"Coordinates, let me tell you, don't make things difficult for Hathas." A weak voice came.

Allen looked back, and it turned out to be Orpheus who had woken up.

But this guy doesn't have the demeanor of the old saint son. Although the bleeding stopped after the ear was cut, his shoulders were covered with coagulated blood, his body was covered in dust, and Thackeray's broadsword was still on his neck.

Allen looked at Orpheus, feeling a little guilty, but he couldn't watch the old blind man fall before his eyes.

It's only been a long time since the battle with the sword sage Tai, and now the old blind man's strength is only [-]% of what he used to be. It is conceivable that time is running out.

Orpheus said in embarrassment: "Your Excellency Allen, I don't blame you. Thackeray said that Master Blind Dragon was banned by Sword Master Taishi. I think there must be a misunderstanding."

"There is no misunderstanding." Allen walked up to Orpheus, bent down and patted the dust on Orpheus, and said apologetically, "Tell me the magic coordinates of the Holy Mountain."

"Can you and I go to the holy mountain alone? I can guarantee your safety, and I don't even need to pursue the death of Magister Tiga."

Allen shook his head and said, "If you don't want to increase casualties, tell me the magic coordinates. As long as the Pope is willing to save Master Blind Dragon, I will take everyone back to the tribe without saying a word."

"Okay, I believe you." Orpheus said a series of magic coordinates.

Allen nodded to the old Duff in the air.

The latter began to build a giant magic teleportation circle.

When the giant teleportation circle stood up, Allen stood in front of the crack in the void and said without turning his head: "If the Pope is interested, we will return after curing the blind dragon master. If not, we will demolish the holy mountain today." .”

After finishing speaking, Allen walked into the teleportation circle first.

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof tribe, for the family."

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof tribe, for the family."

"For the glory of the Bloodhoof tribe, for the family."

Whenever a person walked into the teleportation circle, they would shout loudly.

Everyone has no hesitation, and everyone has a determined face.

Blind Dragon took the saber from Dina's hand, weeping, he was the last to enter the portal except for Hathaway and others.

The old blind man remembered how many people went in by hearing. If one person fell on the holy mountain, he would kill a hundred people. If ten people fell on the holy mountain, he would kill a thousand people. There were not enough people in the holy mountain to kill. He traveled all over the mainland and killed all the clergy of the Holy See, sanctified in 50 years, and became a demon with one thought.

When Allen led the crowd out of the teleportation circle, they were at the foot of the holy mountain. Looking from a distance, hundreds of guardian knights were on the verge of an enemy. Two cardinals who had seen Allen half a day ago stood at the In the air, there was an unconcealable anger on his face.

"Let the Pope send someone to cure the blind dragon master." Allen activated the blood hoof battle ring, holding a broken hammer upside down, surrounded by four elemental shields in front of him.

The beast elves opened their bows and began to scatter.

A red-clothed archbishop flew a hundred yards away from Allen, and said angrily, "Son of Chaos, you are so brave to attack and kill Dijia, the magister of the Holy See."

"Let the Great Pope send someone to cure the Blind Dragon Master." Allen repeated it expressionlessly.

The archbishop in red snorted coldly and said: "I don't know what to say, I think you have lived enough, do you really think that you can do whatever you want without the two major legions guarding the holy mountain? Let go of the holy son, bind your hands and meet me His Majesty the Pope."

Orpheus still had a broad sword around his neck, and he shouted anxiously: "Bin-Hur Archbishop, don't engage in verbal disputes, ask my father, the Great Pope, whether the sword master Tai has performed any forbidden spells on the blind dragon master."

The cardinal named Bin Hur looked at Allen with disdain and said, "Tell his people to go back, and come alone if they want to meet the Grand Pope."

Orpheus was about to speak, but Alan said a word lightly.

"kill!"

In the next second, a heavy armor-piercing arrow flew towards the guard knight of the Holy See behind Bin-Hur.

Bin Hur was startled, erected a magic shield and started flying backwards.

25 steel golems acted as pioneers and rushed out with heavy steps.

The barbarian warriors also dispersed, pulled out the tower shield behind them and began to advance slowly.

De Niro and other plain dwarves continued to climb and wait for the opportunity after taking off.

Seeing that the Bloodhoof tribe really had the courage to go to war, the two archbishops in red hurriedly ordered the guardian knights to respond to the enemy.

As one of the only defensive forces on the holy mountain, the five hundred guardian knights are all one-in-a-million fighting spirit fighters. After jumping off their horses, they began to form a defensive formation. They have heard about the fate of the wolf cavalry.

The battle broke out like this, beyond the expectations of the two cardinals, it was the first time in hundreds of years that someone rushed to fight at the foot of the holy mountain
When the Iron Golem charged, the two red-clothed archbishops and the priests of the Holy See at the rear also shot.

Dozens of holy light bullets and various single-target spells bombarded the tribal fighters behind Allen.

The only advantage of single-body spells is that they are fast, and chanting spells are hardly used, but the lethality is relatively small.

But no matter how small the lethality is, it is still an elemental strike spell. As long as it is flesh and blood, even if it is wearing armor, it will still suffer heavy injuries. Even if it does not die, it will lose its combat effectiveness in a short time.

It's a pity that the cardinal and the mages of the Holy See forgot one thing.

Their current opponents are not ordinary human soldiers, let alone Beamon orcs, but the Bloodhoof tribe, which once captured a third-tier fire dragon alive.

Wearing armor made of dragon scales all over their bodies, the tribe warriors put up their tower shields and began to advance.

After those single-target spells bombarded them, at most they made their bodies pause slightly, and the next second, the tribal fighters continued to move forward.

The four magicians of the tribe had already started to chant magic. The reason why they didn't intercept the Holy See's spell was because they knew that the warriors were wearing full body armor of dragon scales.

Some dazed mages of the Holy See opened their eyes wide, as if they couldn't believe that the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe didn't fall down, and they were unscathed!

Bin-Hur looked at the armors of the tribal warriors in puzzlement, and suddenly turned pale and said to himself, "It's dragon scales, damn it! Dragon scale armor!"

The other red-clothed archbishop looked shocked. He waved his staff and shouted: "Cast the magic spell! The dragon scale armor is not immune to magic elemental attacks, but has high magic resistance. Use the magic spell to cast high-level spells."

The priests of the holy light department of the Holy See began to cast magic spells, and other priests also chanted spells to prepare to summon high-level spells.

It's a pity that the four mages of the tribe have finished chanting the spell.

(End of this chapter)