Lord Roar

Chapter 403: Game of the Brave

The first formed air force, the Titan Aviation Regiment, made a magnificent appearance at the most critical moment of the war between the two clans, and appeared in front of everyone.

Meng Rui poured out a pack of herbs from the interspatial ring, and after igniting it, a column of crimson smoke curled up.

Seeing the signal on the ground, De Niro vigorously waved the black flag representing a dive attack.

After a while, looking up on the ground, the dense black spots continued to enlarge.

The recruits of the Titan Aviation Regiment began to move in unison.

After several days of training, it is also the only training subject to dive!
More than a thousand griffins swooped neatly over the Beamon orcs.

Under the command of the Blood Lion Prince, the archers aimed at the air with their bows and strings, waiting for the Griffin to lower its height before releasing arrows.

It's a pity that the Titan Aviation Group didn't give them a chance to shoot arrows. After diving from a height of 50 yards, the plain dwarves dropped a small transparent bottle at an interval of [-] meters.

More than a thousand griffins don't need to aim at all, they just need to observe the wind direction and throw incendiary bottles.

A thousand griffins, from south to north, swooped over the entire Beamon army, dropped countless densely packed small bottles, and flew into the sky again.

Meng Rui shouted with a wild laugh: "Look, the boss said, let you idiots open their eyes, this is called carpet bombing!"

As soon as the words fell, those densely packed small bottles finally hit the heads of Beamon's army.

Many orc warriors in Beamon's army, including Hurent, all know this kind of transparent bottle.

Especially for many orc warriors who have entered the Great Wasteland twice, this is their lingering nightmare.

Because of burning. There is flint in the bottle, and a chain reaction will occur after encountering an impact, burning, exploding, and splashing.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"!
The deafening sound caused a violent commotion in the army.

Miserable screams exploded from the crowd, and the terrified Beamon orcs tried to dodge like a colony of ants hit by rocks, but unfortunately because of the elemental shielding circle, their formation was too dense and there was nowhere to hide. Pushing each other but being unable to move an inch.

Immediately afterwards, groups of Behemoth orc warriors burned with flames all over their bodies, and their sharp cries gradually turned into powerless groans.

These dying beings looked helplessly at their companions running around, and let out a creepy howl because their vocal cords were scorched.

Like the flames of purgatory, the sound of violent explosions was endless, and the entire Behemoth orc army was in chaos, including the left wing that was not attacked by the air.

More than a thousand griffins made another high-altitude dive, and the small transparent bottles fell like raindrops again. This time it was the left wing and the middle of the Beamon orcs.

Those transparent small bottles fell like a meteor shower, and mercilessly smashed towards the fleeing orc warriors. The eye-catching flames exuded a strange allure, like blooming red roses, dazzling.

The left and right wings of the Behemoth army were all in chaos, constantly squeezing the army in the middle.

The flames seemed to break through the sky.

More than a thousand dwarves from Fort Hammer finally started to return.

Under their feet was a sea of ​​flames.

After returning, the dwarves landed on the ground and got into the portal again.

Monry and the navigators of the former Titan Aviation Regiment high-fived one by one, looking excited.

But in the eyes of Hachas and other human generals, this chubby fat man is the spokesperson of death at this moment.

After seeing the dwarves of Fort Hammer returning safely and entering the portal, Monry regained his ferocious expression, and spread his hands at Hathas and said, "The boss said, thank you for the griffins and spirits that the Holy See has kindly sponsored!"

Hatchas and a group of human generals looked at the Behemoth army with dull eyes. They didn't care what Meng Rui was talking about. What they cared about was whether their eyes were bright or not?
More than 1000 cowardly dwarves and more than 1000 griffins.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

The lethality caused is much more than that of all the ethnic legions fighting to the death since the war began.

At this moment, how can the Behemoth army still have the high fighting spirit and neat battle formation just now?

For a quarter of an hour, at most only a quarter of an hour, the hundreds of thousands of Beamon orcs were in chaos.

At least one hundred yards wide sea of ​​flames appeared in the central army, from the front line to the rear, continuously devouring the lives of the orcs.

After Beamon's right side was bombed indiscriminately, hundreds of thousands of Beamon orcs panicked and spread like a plague, with strong attached flames all over their bodies. Once they touched their companions, the flames would be passed on to other orcs.

These poor orc warriors who were covered in flames and completely lost their minds didn't know, or instinctively ignored a cruel fact, that is, not only could their companions fail to save them, but when they touched their companions, they couldn't save them. After a while, besides himself, there will only be one more charred corpse.

In his heart at this time, Hatsas yelled the name of the Holy Father.

He was very fortunate, fortunate that the Bloodhoof tribe did not defect to Beamon.

He was very fortunate that after the chaos of the jihad, the Grand Pope made an extremely correct decision.

He was very fortunate, fortunate that the Bloodhoof tribe was still an ally with the Holy See "regardless of past suspicions".

Even Claire, who has countless lives in his hands, has a look of fear. He has seen murder before, but this is the first time he has seen such a murder.

Thinking of his "stupid son" who was naughty and willing to set fire to barbecue since he was a child, the Grand Duke is very glad that the Locke Palace has not yet been turned into ruins, and even more fortunate that he sent Alan to the outpost county to harm those gangs half a year ago Make trouble.

The distance of at least three hundred yards in the air is just outside the effective killing range of conventional archers.

More than a thousand griffins can cause unimaginable damage just by throwing down small transparent bottles.

That kind of indiscriminate killing range is far from being comparable to the large-scale magic of a fire magician.

Not even holy ranks, nor forbidden spells.

Magic can be intercepted, but the thousands of griffins flying high in the sky cannot intercept it.

"Carpet bombing", Claire thought of the new term Monry just said, thoughtful, but also afraid for a while.

The makeshift air force of the Bloodhoof Tribe made its first appearance in the eyes of everyone, and besides being amazed, it also brought boundless fear.

Whether it is a human race or a Beamon orc, it is the same feeling, but the experience of the orc is more profound.

Just like laying a carpet on the floor, using a large number of incendiary bottles to cover and throw them into a certain area, killing and destroying the personnel in the area, whether it is actual lethality or hitting the morale of the opponent, has an unimaginable effect.

Hatchas's eyes suddenly lit up, because he felt that the elemental shielding circle of the Beamon orcs had disappeared.

Just as he was about to ask the herald to notify the magician, Monry reached out and grabbed Hatchas.

Shaking his head slightly, Meng Rui narrowed his eyes and said, "Let your soldiers stay in peace, remember, this is the exclusive performance time of the Bloodhoof Tribe!"

After finishing speaking, Monry stuffed two fat fingers into his mouth, and blew a loud whistle, and the acid-etching giant crow, Mertor, hovering in mid-air, landed on the ground.

Hathas hesitated a little, now is the best time to countercharge, the Beamon orc army has been disrupted and morale is low, while the flames are still burning, as long as the soldiers surround them from the flanks and slowly eat away at the opponent's vitality, maybe It will end this damn war once and for all.

Under this kind of indiscriminate bombing, none of the Beamon priests could maintain the elemental shielding circle calmly. Human mages could finally provide elemental support, and the situation finally opened up, far exceeding expectations.

Hatchas and other human generals wanted to order a counterattack to expand the results of the battle.

Meng Rui quickly jumped onto the back of the acid-etched giant crow. Seeing Hathas's tangled face, he said lightly: "After half an hour, you can charge, but before that. It's an adventurer's game of the Bloodhoof tribe." !"

After finishing speaking, Meng Rui patted the head of the acid-etched giant crow, and one man and one beast rose into the air.

"Adventurer game?" Hathas and the others looked at each other, but no one dared to underestimate the fat man's words.

The soldiers of all tribes looked at the acid-etched giant crow flying towards the back of the Beamon orcs, their morale was at an all-time high. They held the weapons in their hands tightly, waiting for the commander's order.

They are ready to charge, even ordinary soldiers like them can see that the opportunity is fleeting, let alone those commanders, who tried to give orders several times but were stopped by Hathas.

Hathas waited, and waited for what kind of surprise the so-called "adventurer game" would bring him.

Hathaway and his three senior mages walked out of the portal with expressionless faces.

They didn't raise their eyes to look at the Behemoth army that was burning soaring into the sky, and they didn't even look at the human soldiers shouting and killing behind the portals. Instead, after closing ten portals and taking back the teleportation crystals, they chanted the spell silently, pulling Four portals were opened.

Four giant portals, a giant portal nearly 15 meters high.

Hathaway summoned a low-level fire lighting spell, threw it into the portal, and floated into the air with the three wizards.

After a few breaths, the ear-piercing roar of beasts came from the four portals.

A huge gray lion ran out, followed by a behemoth and three saber tigers. A few seconds later, densely packed human-faced spiders crawled out. There were so many of them that it made people feel scared after just one glance. Scalp tingling.

At the same time, a large and frightening giant snake crawled out of the other portal, and it screamed strangely while crawling forward, followed by nearly a hundred forest pythons.

Running out of the third portal were nearly a hundred wildland bears, hundreds of wasteland giant wolves and dark giant wolves.

Inside the fourth portal are some smaller blue fire monitor lizards and some miscellaneous medium-sized beasts.

After these fierce beasts rushed out of the portal, they went straight to the Beamon orc army without slowing down.

Everyone noticed that all the large and medium-sized beasts were blindfolded with a black cloth, and their bodies were covered with a layer of completely wet animal skin.

Nearly a thousand ferocious beasts charged collectively, and the momentum was terrifying.

On the battlefield, the ground began to tremble violently.

Hathas has a big mouth, and his brain has stopped thinking.

Can war still be fought like this?
Not long ago, the Behemoth orcs' collective charge of war giant beasts was as ridiculous as a child's play when compared with the charge of a thousand-headed beasts of the Bloodhoof tribe. Whether it was the impact, lethality or power, it was not at the same level at all. .

The ferocious beast, like a torrent, divided into four straight lines and went straight to Beamon's army.

These ferocious beasts just run with all their strength and don't need to attack.

But this was enough, no matter who it was, not even the extremely strong Orefyn giant warrior, could not stop them from advancing.

(End of this chapter)