Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 456

[Chapter 457: The Jungle Eats the Strong]

On the east bank of the Timusang River, on the flat grassland outside the Alisano Basin, gunpowder smoke and dust filled the air. A total of 20,000 soldiers from three different forces gathered here.

One side is the people of the Blood Blade Tribe in red clothes riding a horse with a scimitar in one hand, the other side is the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe wrapped in a gray sash, carrying a short bow and long sword, and the other side is a group of people who advance and retreat well, iron Armored soldiers of the Omor Empire.

Today, the rangers of the blood-blade tribe, whose reputation is resounding on both sides of the Timusang River, stopped on the high slopes of the grassland and did not dare to take a step forward. What made them so afraid was not the gray wolf tribe who had been fighting openly and secretly for decades, but It is this full-staffed Omor Empire Infantry Regiment.

Not long after, a two-meter-tall man walked out of the Rangers of the Blood Blade Tribe, wearing a bright red leather armor and holding an Uzi machete with a cold front in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Locke’s mission. The primary target is Higuain, the leader of the Bloodshed Tribe.

Higuain didn’t come out empty-handed. A heavy-looking iron box was carried out by two prairie men.

Higuain was indeed a hero. Standing in front of the army formation composed of ten thousand people, his face remained unchanged. He looked solemnly at the direction of the imperial army. The heavy pressure from there made it difficult for him to breathe.

“Go!” Higuain said to the side.

Two prairie men carried iron boxes and walked slowly towards the imperial army under the leadership of a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy.

With Locke’s acquiescence, the imperial army did not stop them, and the three walked all the way to the rear of the imperial army, in front of Locke.

At this time, Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, and his pair of sons and daughters were also standing not far from Locke. Seeing this situation, Singer’s face was cloudy.

“Master Knight of the Empire, I am Santye, the chief priest of the Blood Blade Tribe. On behalf of the leader, I would like to offer the most reverent respect of the Blood Blade Tribe to Lord Knight.” The messenger said loudly.

Locke’s silence made the chief priest of the Blood Blade Tribe named Santeye feel tight. He resisted the fear of facing a natural enemy. Santeye pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and slashed open the iron beside him. The top of the box.

“Bang!” The iron lock of the iron box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark, and the top of the box was lifted, revealing rows of blood essences emitting a dazzling red light inside.

There are four neat rows, with a total of forty blood essences. The blood blade tribe has a big hand, which is twice that of the gray wolf tribe, not to mention that under the blood essence, there is also a dazzling Countless jewels, gold.

“This is a greeting gift from the Blood Blade Tribe to the Imperial Knights, I hope you can accept it!” the envoy shouted in the imperial army formation.

At this time, he was not only under the coercion of Locke, a first-level knight, but also the strong oppression composed of thousands of imperial soldiers. He was able to maintain his composure in such a situation. Sante Jejan Locke, the chief priest of the Blood Blade Tribe, mentioned a little Interested.

At the intermediate magic apprentice level, Santye was one of the seventeen names given to him by Singer yesterday, and one of the top figures of the Blood Blade tribe.

Forty blood essences, as well as jewels worth about 100,000 gold moles, could not help but be moved by Locke’s wealth, but this still couldn’t dissuade Locke’s will to destroy the Blood Blade tribe.

“Three months ago, the envoys of the Blood Blade Tribe went to the Omor Empire and delivered all the tributes for this year. I hope my lord…” Seeing that Locke was still indifferent, Santeye gritted his teeth and finished speaking. Already rehearsed changeable lines.

Locke’s expression changed a little now, have you paid all the offerings for this year?

Then why did the Knights Hall send him to destroy the Blood Blade Tribe? If he had set off for the Omor Empire three months ago, when he set off a month ago, the Knights Hall had enough time to remind himself to terminate the mission.

Then, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Bloodblade Tribe was lying, it was because the Palace of Knights no longer cared about the little tribute from the Bloodblade Tribe.

Moreover, based on Locke’s understanding of the intricacies and darkness of the power agencies within the Omor Empire, it is still unknown whether the tribute from the Blood Blade Tribe will eventually fall into the treasury of the Omor Empire.

No matter, since the Palace of Knights did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, then he will do everything on the premise of completing the mission.

Before Locke could say anything, there was someone on the scene who was more anxious than him.

“Bewitching words!” Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, walked up to the envoy of the Blood Blade Tribe at some point, and swung the scimitar out of nowhere, with a severing vindictive edge, tearing Santeye’s skin apart without any hindrance. Armor, muscle, bone.

This prairie witch doctor with the strength of an intermediate magic apprentice was decapitated before even using a decent magic method.

The sudden bloodshed caused a lot of turmoil between the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe and the people of the Blood Blade Tribe who were paying attention here.

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There were only rows of solemn and indifferent imperial soldiers standing straight in place, not disturbed by the sudden smell of blood.

Some blood even splashed on the faces of several soldiers around, but these soldiers remained unmoved like stone statues.

“Boys of the Gray Wolf Tribe, follow me to kill!” Perhaps to make Locke make up his mind, Singer got on his horse, waved his arms, and led thousands of elites of the Gray Wolf Tribe to the blood The blade fell before the formation.

Thousands of cavalry galloped like thunder, and the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe, led by their leader, charged towards the Blood Blade Tribe that had been their enemies for generations.

Facing the sudden attack of the Gray Wolf Tribe in front of the Blood Blade Tribe, several impatient high-ranking tribesmen were about to rush forward brandishing scimitars. Horde, are you going to rebel now?

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Seeing that the battle was inevitable, Higuain, who was at the forefront of the army, sighed, turned his head sideways and asked the gray-robed man behind him, “What does the Lion Roar Tribe say?”

“The second leader of the Lion’s Roar Tribe rejected our request and returned the two boxes of treasures we offered.” The gray-robed man said in a low voice.

The Lion Roar tribe is the nearest large tribe around the Timusang River Basin. It has 160,000 people and is currently the first leader of the tribe. It is said that it has formal knight-level strength.

Hearing the gray-robed man’s words, Higuain’s facial expression didn’t change much, but those who are familiar with him can find that there is a trace of death and decay on the face of the tribal leader.

“No one can defeat the Blood Blade Tribe! Unless he stepped over my corpse!” Higuain shouted loudly, arousing the last blood of the Blood Blade Tribe people.

“Roar!!” The high-spirited echo came from Higuain’s personal guards, the most elite warriors of the Blood Blade tribe, the Prairie Rangers.

Led by the leader Higuain, the Blood Blade Tribe, with nearly ten thousand young and middle-aged men, brandished a scimitar and rushed towards the attacking Gray Wolf Tribe without fear.

The fierce collision started here, and the moment the two sides handed over their soldiers, they directly entered the white-hot stage.

The sharp scimitar is a sharp weapon for harvesting life. Grassland people love the scimitar and abandon the armor. Every participant uses his solid muscles to resist the cutting of the scimitar.

The result can be imagined, without the strength of a mid-level attendant, how can ordinary beings ignore the sharpness of iron.

This is the most chaotic war that Locke has ever seen. The two sides have no rules, and they are fighting with their lives. The leader does not dispatch his men, but like a reckless man, he rushes and rushes directly to the innermost part of the enemy.

Blood and scars are the glory of a man, and the grassland men perfectly interpreted this point. Singer’s elite cavalry and Higuain’s ranger troops had just charged in, and almost everyone was wounded.

Blood was still dripping from his wrist, but he still acted like a normal person, roaring angrily and swinging the scimitar, slashing at the enemy in front of him.

This style of play also has some effects. For example, both sides perfectly broke up the opponent’s formation and divided the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke ordered the imperial soldiers under him to press up and use a perfect and solid army formation to disperse the resistance of the Blood Blade tribe, the situation of the war would become clear.

How could the young and middle-aged armed forces of the Blood Blade tribe who were ordinary herdsmen a few months ago be the opponent of the elite corps of the Omor Empire.

However, Locke did not do this.

With indifferent eyes, he looked at the battlefield a thousand meters away from him, this huge flesh and blood mill, every minute and every second was filled with life.

If Locke doesn’t move, the imperial army will not move. They are waiting for their commander’s order.

At this time, there was a lot of turmoil among the gray wolf tribe’s rear clansmen who had been not far from Locke. The situation of the gray wolf tribe warriors on the battlefield is not good. The total of four thousand of them, It is very convenient, and it is difficult to get a good result in the tens of thousands of blood blade tribes.

Breaking away from the pull of the elders in the clan, Singer’s daughter Si rushed to a place less than 50 meters away from Locke, and was finally stopped by the imperial guards, “Brother Locke, why don’t you let your soldiers go up? Danger!”

There was confusion, anger, and desolation in Si’s voice.

Locke didn’t answer her, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead.

It is true that a first-level knight is invincible in an army formed by ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person? Even if he breaks through the massive fighting spirit obtained after breaking through a formal knight, Locke thinks that after killing hundreds of ordinary people, he will not be defeated. will be exhausted.

After all, this is a war of ordinary people. Since it is a war, there must be casualties. Locke’s decision is to let the casualties of the gray wolf tribe replace the casualties of the imperial soldiers. This will directly affect his assessment of this mission.

Ten years ago, the casualties of the members of the Gray Wolf Tribe might have made him feel a little guilty, but since returning from the Plane War, Locke’s mentality has changed a lot.

There are hundreds of millions of activated fairies in the plane of activated fairies. All of them have become slaves and slaves of magicians and knights in the three western islands. They are devoured by them like food and desserts.

This is a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the weak do not need mercy!

[End of this Chapter]