Lord Roar

Chapter 45 Helpless Battle

Allen doesn't care what level of vindictiveness Hurent is.

As long as Dina followed him, it would be useless for the Sword Master to come.

It's a pity that Hurent, who had suffered a loss long ago, did what he wished, without the blessing of fighting spirit, to face Alan who killed the Beamon bear with brute force?Hurent's combat IQ is not that low.

More and more infantrymen stood in front of Hurent holding scull shields.

But Allen is not in a hurry to chase Hurent,
Although he doesn't know how to use a halberd, Rock Hammer is a good blacksmith, and the weapon he designed has comprehensive functions, which doesn't prevent him from using it as a stick to strike.

The hard-textured painting dragon halberd shone with a black light, and was wielded by Allen vigorously. There was no need to attack anyone deliberately. Anyway, there were all enemies in front of him. One knock would be one, just like whack-a-mole, with a length of more than 1.8 meters. Height, Allen has long hands and long feet, and the dragon halberd in his hand is also long, constantly generating income for Wood's healing priests.

The infantry of the Earth Dragon Corps interpreted the word cannon fodder very well. Their faces were numb, and they mechanically stabbed the spears in their hands at Allen. They didn't even pay attention to the distance and control. Hit, then stab.

As one of the three major heathen crusade legions, the Dixing Dragon Legion is the legion that participated in the most battles, and also has the highest death rate.

The Ground Dragon Legion has the largest number of grassroots soldiers, and most of the expeditions are the base camps of foreign races, so they are often the first arms to fight the enemy.

But any race that has been able to mix in the Saint Cassis continent until now is not a soft persimmon.

The Holy See is also very smart, so it will fight a group of races that are seriously out of touch with the mainstream society, and other powerful dragons and giants.

However, other ethnic groups with a large population base are not vegetarians either.

Especially ethnic groups with a relatively large population base such as barbarians, Beamon orcs, druids, and elves. The Holy See and these guys have been torn apart for thousands of years, and they have not been completely beaten by them. Every time they win, they win. But it also hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damages nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Let's talk about the two races of barbarians and Beamon orcs.

The saying that the Holy See kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred is not because the casualties are really huge, but that after a battle, people's beliefs will not change, and whoever converts to believers will not say anything. The Holy See will not get anything, mainly because of this The three races are really poor and superb. After a battle, the Holy See can't even make a fraction of it back.

The barbarians in the wilderness are born with incomparable strength, semi-petrified skin, incomparable bravery, and very strong battery life. They don't need an intermission from day to night.

Not to mention the Beimeng orcs, many powerful races are still more powerful than the barbarians, and the tacit cooperation between the various arms of the other orcs cannot be settled by a few crusade legions of the Holy See.

The Druids can transform into large beasts such as giant eagles and grizzlies. Not only can they fly and walk, but they never fight the Holy See head-on. Commanders have nightmares, etc. Maybe they think that guerrilla warfare is the correct way to start the battle.

The elves are good at archery and hide in the complex and dark forest. The whistling arrows say they will shoot in your mouth but not in your eyes.

In recent years, whenever there is friction with the above-mentioned races, the Earth Dragon Legion is definitely the first to go to battle, and once they go to battle, the most casualties are the grassroots infantry in the legion.

Since Hurent came to power, the lives of grassroots infantry have become even more worthless.

As the head of the ground dragon army, Hurent Kuxi used human lives to pile up a victory. Countless victories were piled up with the bones of these grassroots infantry.

Fighting with the barbarians, the Dixing Dragon Army used the lives of the grassroots infantry to consume the barbarians' physical strength, and the magicians and high-level grudge fighters finally intervened in the battle to play a decisive role.

Fighting with the Beamon orcs, or using the grassroots infantry to consume the opponent's physical strength.

Teaching the druids is also using the grassroots infantry as a living target and bait.

Let alone clean up the elves in the forest. Everyone knows that a grassroots infantry is equivalent to an arrow, and the value of the two is equal. Congratulations to such an unlucky infantryman. His value has doubled, worth two arrows. Of course, there are also bad luck for eight lifetimes, and he was shot in the face by several elves at the same time. . .arrows.

And Allen, who had changed from knocking to swinging, would fall down a piece of infantry every time the dragon halberd came out in his turn, and then a steady stream of infantry ran forward, as if they were waiting in line for a beating.

Allen didn't have a trace of complacency. He could see numbness, resignation, and even despair and helplessness from the faces of these legionary infantrymen.

But Allen is also very powerless. He knows that except for the small captains and mid-level commanders of the noble children, the basic units of the three major legions of the Holy See are basically civilian children. If the family can uncover the pot, no one will go to the Holy See to be cannon fodder , because their fate is either to kill the alien race, or to be killed by the alien race.

Perhaps the most intelligent race on the Saint Cassis Continent is humans, but humans are also the ones with the worst physical fitness.

Therefore, the cannon fodder infantry of the three legions only asked where the opponent was, never who the opponent was, since they couldn't beat anyone anyway.

The only difference is whether he was trampled to death by a Beamon orc or shot to death by an arrow from an elf.

So when they faced Alan who descended to earth like Lu Fengxian, they just stabbed out the spear numbly. If they were lucky, they could retract it and stab out again. If they were unlucky, they would be directly swung away by Alan.

With Hurent's strength, he could completely prevent Allen from massacring his soldiers like this, but he didn't do it.

Because Hurent believes in the law of the jungle, he believes that only the strong can stand to the end. He needs his troops to be constantly screened from top to bottom and then exchanged blood. Only in this way can the ground dragon army be invincible. , retain the strongest, perhaps the luckiest grassroots infantry.

This is the ruthlessness of Hurente, the cruelty of the ground dragon army, and the helplessness of these grassroots infantry.

Allen couldn't remember how many infantrymen he took turns, or how many ribs he had broken.

The bow and crossbow team stretched their bows and strings outside the gate, a small number of cavalry surrounded the castle, and the giant shield was in the middle of Hurent, while the largest number of infantry seemed to have received orders from their superiors, ignoring the rest of the castle, and all Rushed to Allen to die.

Except for the Rock Hammer who was fighting Magellan, Allen was the only one left in the castle fighting non-stop.

Dina and the two barbarians stood in front of the old housekeeper.

Thackeray was born in a top aristocrat, and he was unwilling to slaughter this group of unlucky infantry who had no choice but to obey orders because of his status.

The short winter melon who had thrown a few large nets outside the castle just now was forced by the crossbowmen to dare not stand up.

Withering held a handleless broken blade in one hand and stared blankly, unable to help at all.

Hurent, who was heavily protected, looked at Alan who was getting more and more angry, and clapped his hands lightly.

The two beggars were dressed as ascetics, their faces drooping expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)