Lord Roar

Chapter 406
Since the appearance of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the Pope and Albert have risen into the air, so they can observe the direction of the battle more intuitively than others.

Because of this, Albert could not deny that since the start of the war, the combined bloody battles of all tribe soldiers for several days were not as lethal as the Bloodhoof tribe's one-hour damage.

When the Bloodhoof Tribe proposed to second the Griffin before, the Pope and Albert were still puzzled.

However, the formation of an organic air force is simply a joke.

Although griffins can carry tens of kilograms of weight, griffin riders are hard to find.

Not to mention its petite body, it has to undergo strict training, and if it flies low, it will be sniped by archers, which is no different from a live target.

Later, at the suggestion of Orpheus, the Pope still dispatched all the allies and the griffins of the major dioceses to the Bloodhoof Tribe.

After that, the Bloodhoof tribe wanted a lot of spirits.

At that time, Pope Hathas also understood that the role of the Griffin might be to airdrop Molotov cocktails.

But they couldn't figure out how to ensure the throwing position at such a high distance.

All confusion is now resolved.

The plain dwarves are petite and wear goggles, which perfectly solves the problems of weight and strong wind.

The body was also tightly tied to the Griffon, and the posture was fixed. The dwarves only needed to throw the burning bottle.

As for ensuring the precise location of the throw, the Bloodhoof Tribe didn't think about it at all.

A thousand griffins can be bombed in turn.

Moreover, the Griffin does not need special training, as long as there is a navigator, it can fly according to the designated flight route.

Plain dwarves, the only thing they need to do is to throw burning bottles!
The Great Pope shook his head and said: "The way Chief Bloodhoof thinks about the problem and the solution, I have to say, is really amazing."

Albert also asked with some concern at this time: "The element shielding circle has been broken, why don't we help the Bloodhoof tribe?"

The Great Pope shook his head and said, "Chief Bloodhoof is not a fool. He should have expected this situation long ago. It is rumored that the Bloodhoof warrior is unparalleled in courage. At this moment, I want to see it."

Albert didn't seem to care. He lowered his head and looked down. It turned out that he didn't look at it, but after looking at it, he was completely dumbfounded.

Even the Great Pope paled slightly, staring at the ground without blinking.

No wonder they were shocked, even the high-level leaders of the Great Chief tribe, as well as the generals of the human race such as Hachas, were all dumbfounded.

Because they had never seen or heard of a fighting method in front of them, which shocked them extremely.

It's not that the damage is huge, and it's not that the damage range is so accurate, but that Nima is so rich.

They have seen mid-range and short-range suppression, and long-range suppression, but this kind of blind suppression, which costs a lot of money and consumes countless strategic materials, is just to cover a small-scale army and go deep alone. This is the first time they have seen it .

Those huge catapults and siege engines bombarded the two wings of the Bloodhoof warriors indiscriminately. The huge stones thrown were also bound with incendiary bottles and countless steel fragments.

Just a piece of iron and steel tied to a stone can make several armors.

All Behemoth soldiers rushing towards the central army from both sides must be bombarded by boulders one after another, and then the burning bottle explodes, and the steel fragments collapse and fly, killing the enemy indiscriminately.

The Titan Aviation Regiment took off again. Instead of carrying incendiary bottles, they were divided into two teams. Under the leadership of the navigator, they took out their hand crossbows, hovered over the heads of the soldiers, and suppressed and released them on both sides. arrow.

Those crossbows are all made of steel, with strong penetrating power, and these dwarves don't aim at all, they just place them randomly, just to suppress them, as if what they released are not steel crossbows, but weeds that can be seen everywhere .

The orc warriors who were lucky enough to pass through the bombardment of the boulder were named one by one by the dwarves above the griffin holding crossbow arrows.

The aim of these dwarves is not good, and dozens of dwarves aim at one to shoot an enemy.

The beast elves followed behind the tribe warriors, focusing on the enemies who could approach the tribe warriors within [-] yards.

At the front of the Bloodhoof tribe fighters were 25 Iron Golems. Their only duty was to charge, charge, charge again, and charge without stopping.

Hundreds of tribal warriors put their shoulders on the stainless steel tower shield and ran behind the shield. Even if an orc was within a few meters of them, they would not fight back, but just ran until they reached the predetermined location.

Albert asked with dull eyes: "Those steel golems, catapults, and griffin dwarves, and even those archer beast elves, are they just to cover a hundred tribal warriors and go deep alone?"

The Pope nodded.

"Why?" Albert couldn't figure it out: "Obviously it can cause large-scale damage, why just hit it randomly?"

The Grand Pope said thoughtfully, "To protect Chief Bloodhoof and the hundred soldiers behind him!"

"Bloodhoof Tribe, how rich!" Albert sincerely admired.

The Grand Pope looked a little embarrassed, and said in an unnatural tone: "Those steel...hatchas transported it from the Holy Light Castle to the Bloodhoof Tribe a few days ago."

Albert: "..."

No wonder the Bloodhoof Tribe consumed those precious steels all at once. The fucking feelings are all sponsored by our Holy See!
Allen on the ground, wearing a dragon-scale full-body armor, inspired the barbarian battle ring to hold the big hammer horizontally, and led the elite warriors of the tribe to run forward non-stop.

This reminded Allen of the days when he was a mercenary in the Blackwater Company before crossing.

At that time, I was leading a team to carry out the beheading mission behind a certain rebel army in South Africa. Because of the wrong intelligence, the team I led was also exposed, so I had to carry out a ground attack as a last resort.

At that time, there were UH60 Black Hawks in the air covering them, and the joint forces were suppressed by artillery fire. There were roaring explosions in my ears. Even if there were a large number of rebels, they were beaten so hard that they couldn't lift their heads, let alone approach themselves.

At this time, the griffin dwarves are just like the UH60 Black Hawk helicopter, but unfortunately their accuracy is not good, but the number makes up for this disadvantage.

The beast elves on the rear wing are like the top snipers, they will shoot through their heads whenever they approach within [-] yards.

The boulders thrown from the catapults operated by the giants were bound with countless burning bottles and polished steel fragments, and hit the ground like shells.

The 25 steel golems are more flexible and changeable than the tanks of the previous life, and their volume and tonnage are also larger, so they are perfect for charging.

"Joint operations!" Allen ran while looking at the Beamon orcs who rushed over to die like sea water.

Fifteen hundred yards, one thousand yards, five hundred yards, Allen finally saw his goal.

Blood Lion Prince, and Earth Dragon Knight Hurent!

Between the two sides, there are nearly a hundred lion and tiger guards and more than 20 priests.

And the blood lion prince also has a guard army of nearly a hundred people, and all of them are some main battle races, such as the Bell Bear, the Olephant Elephant Warrior, and the Crocodile Warrior.

The blood lion prince drew out his battle sword and pointed it at Allen, gnashing his teeth and roaring, "Kill!"

The guards and the liger princes drew their weapons and charged at the bloodhoof warriors.

The priests began to chant battle songs and cast halos on the Beamon warriors.

And Allen held up the sledgehammer and shouted: "All spread out, kill them for me!"

After finishing speaking, Allen jumped high, smashed the head of a tiger prince with a hammer, and rushed towards Hurent.

The tribal warriors put down their tower shields, held crossbows in their left hands and standard weapons in their right hands, shouted the name of the God of War, and began to charge.

The blood of the royal family flows in the body of the liger and tiger princes, and they are more agile and stronger than the main battle orc race. It is no exaggeration to say that a liger and tiger prince can knock down a barbarian with no effort. A fighter, even against a second-tier battle qi fighter, can not lose the wind in the slightest.

But this time their opponents were not ordinary barbarian warriors.

It is an elite bloodhoof warrior who has experienced Allen's devil-style training, one in a million, and armed to the teeth.

Among the [-] barbarians, only one hundred of them were lucky enough to wear the dragon scale full body armor with extremely high resistance.

Among the 100 barbarians, only [-] of them are proficient in the use of portable crossbows and triangular military thorns.

Among the [-] barbarians, only these one hundred people know more than ten kinds of battle formation coordination.

Nearly a hundred ligers and tigers guards happened to be lucky enough to meet these one hundred people.

The main battle race in the blood lion prince's guard army rushed to 25 steel golems, and only these huge main battle races could stop the steel golems.

Nearly a hundred ligers and tiger guards rushed towards the tribal warriors holding up all kinds of weapons.

Babylon the Great pulled out the horned python from its neck, and flung it out with a grinning grin.

When it comes to beating sacrificial familiars or Beamon's war monsters, Babylon the Great would rather run away than use the horn-winged python, because he knows that if this broken snake is cowardly, there is a 90.00% chance that it will run away.

But beating up a group of ligers and tiger guards who were about the same size as him, Babylon the Great knew that the cowardly horned python should still be reliable.

The horn-winged python, which had grown in size, swung a row of liger guards with its tail, and Babylon the Great and the tribal warriors shot a row of ordinary crossbow arrows, and they still faced the liger guards with their upper armor on.

The soldiers did not deliberately replace the ordinary crossbow bolts with armor-piercing crossbows, because in their eyes, the rubbish opponents in front of them were not worth wasting the armor-piercing crossbows engraved with magic runes.

They believed that the armor-piercing magic crossbow engraved with magic runes could shoot opponents at the level of the Pope or Albert.

The armor of the lion and tiger guards is also a full body armor made of different space metal.

Except for a few unlucky ghosts who were stabbed in the face, the crossbow arrows didn't do much.

This was expected by the tribal warriors, but it was already their habit to shoot a row of crossbow arrows before attacking.

It was an unexpected joy to have an effect, and it was expected that it would not be effective. The close combat is the highlight, and it is also their best housekeeping skill.

Not to mention the incredible strength of the lion and tiger guards, and they are one of the few top nobles among the Beamon orcs. They have received a good education, and they have been practicing martial arts since childhood, so their overall strength is more than a line higher than that of the second-order fighting spirit fighters of the human race. .

I have to say that these liger princes are really good at fighting, and their equipment is also luxurious.

But this kind of luxury is only limited to within the scope of Beamon's territory.

If the opponents of the bloodhoof tribe fighters were any human commanders, they would definitely not let the soldiers fight with the bloodhoof tribe warriors in close combat.

Because even idiots know that the Bloodhoof tribe is taking the route of elite soldiers, and it is the route of elite soldiers who are insane.

(End of this chapter)