Lord Roar

Chapter 408
As the head of the Holy See Legion who had fought countless battles, Hurent knew that the orc army was doomed.

After the appearance of the Bloodhoof tribe, and then began to torture the nerves and bodies of the orc warriors in different ways, the morale of the Behemoth army had dropped to freezing point.

And the Blood Lion Prince didn't give the order to retreat in time, and even ruined his own life with his own hands.

Anyone with a little bit of military knowledge knows that the Bloodhoof Tribe is here for the blood lion prince, let alone Hurent.

The lone army went deep, precisely to kill the blood lion prince on the spot or capture him alive.

Today's Behemoth army can no longer withstand the slightest blow, not to mention the commander is killed or invaded, even if the priests gathered together or the main fighting race die in battle, the orc army will retreat sooner or later.

And what the Bloodhoof Tribe is best at is killing enemy commanders and damaging morale.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, even in the eyes of the Blood Lion Prince, the execution of the beheading by a lone army of the Bloodhoof tribe is no different from suicide.

But Hurent knew that so many blood lessons had already taught him one thing, that is, no one could stop the Bloodhoof Tribe if they wanted to do it.

And to be honest, Hurent really couldn't think of anyone who could stop the Bloodhoof Tribe in this situation.

The 25 steel golems are bigger than the Olephant warriors. The luxurious equipment of the tribal warriors is almost invulnerable. The densely packed griffin dwarves form a fire cover. As long as the harpy dares to take off or the archers dare to Release an arrow, and the beast elf will shoot it through the brain.

Regardless of Hurent's character, he still has a strategic vision, and he was the first among Beamon's many staff to suggest that the Blood Lion Prince retreat.

Even if the Blood Lion Prince didn't retreat, originally Hurente could ride the Dixing Dragon and escape like the previous two times, but he thought it would be okay if he fled back to Shabak. The army of nearly one million Behemoths, after this battle, How many can return to the northern side of the mainland?
After this battle, the Behemoth orcs will definitely be seriously injured. If the human army goes north, whether the Sabak Imperial City can protect itself is a matter of opinion.

But the world is so big, Hurrent couldn't think of a place where he could shelter himself.

Hurente had already resigned to his fate at this time, and he didn't want to run away again.

Every time he escaped, the sense of humiliation in his heart became stronger. He escaped too many times, defected to the Holy See, and escaped from the Great Wasteland twice, and each time it was because of Alan, the son of chaos.

Before fighting Allen, he knew that whether he wins or loses, he will die in the end.

And those main battle races beside him, those liger princes, those priests, those fox clan staff members, including the supreme commander of the blood lion prince, are now no different from dead people in his eyes!
After all, there were still four elemental users on the other side who hadn't made a move.

Hurent has only one last wish, and that is to kill Alan himself for revenge!
The only thing he is thankful for now is that the Son of Chaos didn't let anyone besiege him, and Allen and he have the same idea, that is to know each other personally.

The liger and tiger princes were all lying in a pool of blood, their eyes had already lost the look of life.

Because the main battle race allocated half of its manpower to protect the sacrifice, and the other half was besieged by Iron Golems and warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe, it was only a matter of time before they could die alone.

The priests were so overwhelmed by the rain of arrows from the beast spirits that they couldn't lift their heads. The guards who protected them were full of feathered arrows and couldn't move an inch, especially when the beast spirits were replaced with armor-piercing arrows. position, these strong main battle races will fall forever.

But the other two lines of Beamon orc warriors were constantly suppressed by the dense swarm of griffin dwarves and the non-stop bombardment of catapults, and they couldn't get through at all.

Hurent raised his broad sword, looked directly at Alan, and glanced at a small beast standing on the other's shoulder with some fear.

It was that chubby little fierce beast just now, with fast speed and surprisingly strong strength. It just bumped into itself, and now I still feel a surge of blood in my chest. At least half of it was broken.

The earth-type ground dragon who is very resistant to beatings, shook his head and got up from the ground.

Allen touched Tutu's head, and shook his head in the direction of Dixinglong.

Tu Tu flew out again, and after knocking Di Xinglong down, he stepped on his face with a combined punch.

Hurent's eyes twitched violently, what kind of beast is that?
The size is so small, but the strength is so great, even the Dixing Dragon can't withstand such a bump. After being stepped on the face, the small paws are clenched into fists, which is a violent hammer, and the Dixing Dragon doesn't even have the ability to resist.

"Hurrent! Say your last words!" Allen patted his palm with a sledgehammer, his face was calm, but the murderous intent in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"Son of Chaos, I just regret that I didn't kill you on the spot in the frontier county to avoid future troubles!"

"Really?" Allen said with a mocking smile: "When you were in Outpost County, you once summoned a templar, right? I forgot to tell you. I saw that templar in the holy mountain. When you get to Nether Hell, you will meet again."

"You hit the Holy Mountain?" Hurrent was beyond shocked. The Templars are so precious, and the Holy Mountain regards them as extremely important.

There is only one possibility that the other party made an attack on the holy mountain and stood in front of him intact, and that is that even the Pope and the Holy See are afraid of him now.

Hurent thought terribly, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The other party has no possibility of lying to me. It seems that I have been right all along. The son of chaos is indeed the biggest hidden danger in the world. Even the holy mountain of the Holy See can't stop him. Who else on the mainland of St. Cassis can stop him? Run amok?

The sound of "bang bang bang bang" can be heard endlessly, it is the sound of Xiao Tutu pressing Di Xinglong's head and beating it wildly.

Seeing the tribal warriors who had already dealt with the guards and captured a large group of priests, standing behind Allen with a vicious face, Hurrent took another look at the blood lion prince who was singled out against Babylon the Great.

Now, he no longer has the intention of burning jade and stone together.

Because Dina, the inheritor of the Titan blood, stood behind Allen.

Moreover, even though Hurente and Alan just had a few simple strokes, he could feel that the other party is no longer what it used to be, not to mention the amazing strength, and the ugly big hammer in his hand hit him. His body was extremely heavy, his fighting spirit was almost exhausted, and Di Xinglong was beaten down with blood all over his face. Even in a one-on-one situation, he had no chance of winning.

Hurente struggled for a while, then said lightly: "If you let the dragon go, I will kill myself!"

Allen smiled, whistled, his little face was blushing, and he kicked Di Xinglong's head again with unwillingness, and then flew back into Allen's arms.

Allen took the three-lens army thorn from the soldier behind him, walked to Di Xinglong and said, "You asked me to let it go?"

Huron nodded and repeated again: "If you let it go, I will draw my sword and kill myself!"

With a sound of "噗嗤", the three-edged military thorn pierced Di Xinglong's eyebrows, and Allen said with a smirk, "I let it go? Who let go of the secret guards in the outpost county protecting me?"

Hurent's eyes were about to split, he raised his broad sword and rushed towards Allen.

Several soldiers took out their crossbows, and with the sound of gears rubbing against each other, sixteen armor-piercing crossbow arrows shot at Hurent.

Hurent raised his sword to the cross, but unfortunately the distance was too close, and the fighting spirit in his body was almost exhausted. Several crossbow arrows pierced his thighs, knees and arms. But he could only half kneel on the ground and struggle.

There was another sound of gears rubbing, and a row of crossbow arrows shot out. Hurent, who had given up his defense, was pierced by several crossbow arrows at the joints of his limbs, lying on the ground and roaring: "Son of Chaos, I curse you, and the gods also Curse you! Curse you!"

Allen stepped on Dixinglong's chest, which was struggling constantly, and picked up a broken sword used by Prince Liger on the ground. A white light flashed, and Allen raised the knife and dropped it, leaving two corpses of Dixinglong.

Allen kicked Di Xinglong's head away, and walked slowly to Hurent's side expressionlessly.

Hurent was lying on the ground, his right hand was less than a few centimeters away from the broad sword. He moved and crawled with difficulty, trying to grab the broad sword not far from the ground.

There was a tooth-piercing sound of bones breaking, and Allen crushed Hurent's right hand and said lightly: "Those hidden guards, I can't recall their names, and I have never dared to ask Na Na, but after today, I can ask Nana."

"I...curse you!" Hurent endured the severe pain, and roared angrily while lying on the ground, gnashing his teeth: "I will wait for you in Nether Purgatory, I will wait for you, I will definitely wait for you!"

Allen raised the sledgehammer high, and said expressionlessly: "If there is a nether purgatory, I will let Conslet take me to find you. Remember, you must wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Allen slammed the sledgehammer down.

After a sound like a broken watermelon came, Allen was covered in blood. He silently glanced at Conslet and the old butler, the four element users who came over, and said expressionlessly: "Summon large-scale magic suppression, ready to retreat"

Conslet nodded, waved his wand, and shot a ghost finger at the Blood Lion Prince who was still fighting Babylon the Great.

The blood lion prince, who was all focused on Babylon the Great, was shot in the back by the finger of the nether unexpectedly, spit out a mouthful of blood, turned pale, and lay limply on the ground.

Babylon the Great kicked the Blood Lion Prince dizzy and carried him on his shoulders.

The horned python, which was rolling around on the battlefield, saw Babylon the Great calling him, spewed out a mouthful of poisonous mist, shrunk its body and flew over.

The four elemental users also began to chant spells, and Meng Rui ran over and ignited the last pack of herbs in his arms.

At the front of the human legion, Hachas, who was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, saw the red smoke column rising in the air, and shouted with all his strength: "Attack! Everyone attack!"

I couldn't stand the barbarian and human soldiers for a long time, and rushed towards the Beamon orcs screaming.

Four magicians including Conslet released several large-scale spells to push back the orc warriors flocking here, and then pulled up a huge teleportation circle. All members of the Bloodhoof tribe, led by Allen, Walk into the teleportation circle.

At this time, the Great Pope and Albert in the sky had different expressions.

Albert said happily: "We won, finally won, and the soldiers have already charged!"

The Great Pope looked a little heavy, sighed and said to Albert: "Tell Hathas, surround the Beamon orc warriors, try to kill the enemy commanders at all levels, and try not to hurt them except ordinary soldiers , Magicians should not use large-scale magic, and send messengers to notify Beast Emperor Caesar of the peace talks!"

"Peace talks?" Albert was surprised and shocked inside.

The Great Pope nodded without further explanation, and flew in the direction of the beast forest.

Albert shook his head helplessly with a surprised face, opened the crack in the void casually, and got in.

In the camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe, Alan and Dina walked to the depths of the beast forest, dragging the corpses of Hurent and Dixinglong behind them.

Next to the waterfall in the forest, there are four steles.

There was nothing unusual in the camp. The warriors who returned to the tribe took off their armor and weapons, and it was time for them to eat and rest.

The soldiers knew that they were no longer needed on the battlefield. If the human soldiers couldn't defeat the orcs in this situation, then the Bloodhoof tribe would have nothing to do.

(End of this chapter)