Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 457

[Chapter 458 Fighting]

Locke’s inaction made Si, who had been brought up since she was a child, feel the freezing cold for the first time. This man’s indifference to death made Si frightened.

Unlike Si, who was pestering Locke and wanted him to send troops to fight, Xin, the older and more mature brother, when he saw his father, brother and elders in danger, immediately called the only remaining elite of the Gray Wolf Tribe and rode his horse. Pentium rushed to support Singer and others.

Xin led hundreds of elite troops from the rear. After entering this flesh and blood mill with more than 10,000 people, they sank into it without even a splash.

It is worth noting that after her brother Shuaijun set off, the little girl Si also got on the horse and followed in silence.

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Si’s aptitude is good, and it may be that Singer spent a lot of money to cultivate her. She has the strength of a low-level attendant at a young age. Her weapon is a short red cedar bow, which is only the length of an arm, which is suitable for strength. Used by weaker women.

“Would it be too cruel for us to do this?” At this time, Sith, who was also watching the battlefield beside Locke, couldn’t help but said.

It’s not that he feels sorry for the loss of the Gray Wolf Tribe, but he is a little emotional about what happened to the little girl Si.

Locke didn’t answer Sith’s words, and his eyes stayed on the five giant beasts that were nearly eight meters high on the battlefield.

Their huge size endowed them with incomparable strength, and their fighting style was like shaking the earth. Every prairie man who got a little closer to them had to be careful whether he would be crushed to death by the giant palm that suddenly fell from the sky.

The two platypus from the gray wolf tribe had some scars on their bodies, and the other three giant beasts from the blood blade tribe were not feeling well. They should be a variant of lizards. The scales on their bodies were torn apart by the two platypus. It was bleeding even more.

“The essence of the blood essence is the solid after the blood of the giant beast has dried up. If you directly swallow the heart of the giant beast, I don’t know what the effect will be.” Locke licked his tongue unconsciously, looking at the five giant beasts on the battlefield, like Saw five moving treasure houses.

The strength of giant beasts is generally rated as high-level monsters. An opponent of this level will definitely cause headaches for ordinary knights. Even Locke before the promotion, as a quasi-knight, is not willing to fight against such rough-skinned and thick-skinned guys.

But it’s different now. With the powerful cutting power of formal knight fighting spirit, Locke can ignore the defense of all creatures below the quasi-level monsters.

Seeing that the battle on the battlefield was almost progressing, and the green grassland was dyed blood red at this time, Locke slowly raised his arm.

The 5,000-strong imperial army immediately raised their shields and raised their spears under the command of the officer.

“Drink!” The collective threats of thousands of people stunned the blood blade and gray wolf tribes who were in the battle.

“Attack with the whole army!” Amidst the vindictive howls of Sith and the heralds of the corps, the Omor Empire corps finally began to sharpen their knives against the two medium-sized tribes in the Saka Grassland, showing their unparalleled strength. .

Thousands of arrows are fired, and the imperial army uses their own actions to show the barbaric grassland people in the northwest border why the Omor Empire can stand on the top of the mainland and not fall down.

Taking advantage of the rain of arrows, every soldier can shoot three short arrows within two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden inside the shield.

Fifteen thousand arrow branches are just an appetizer, and the subsequent torrent of iron armor is the nightmare of all resisters.

Apart from these most common soldiers, the strength of battle qi mastered by the non-commissioned officers in the imperial army is also much higher than that of the leaders of the gray wolf tribe.

The military standard fighting spirit of the Omor Empire is much richer than the mere four types of Faustin’s four major legions, that is, people from commoner backgrounds, as long as they can climb up, they can get the right to choose more than a dozen fighting spirits.

Most of these fighting spirits are mediocre, without any special abilities, let alone supporting combat skills, but since they can be selected by the empire as the standard fighting spirit for the army, the overall level of these fighting spirits can also be in the middle.

There are even certain types of Dou Qi, judging from Locke’s current experience and experience, it is somewhat better than the Eagle Dou Qi he practiced.

In the final analysis, his Eagle Dou Qi is just a general Dou Qi, and its only commendable flexibility is also dependent on the energy attribute itself of the wind element Dou Qi.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, after all the soldiers crushed up with neat steps, Locke also picked out a few of his opponents.

Higuain, the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, is absolutely unable to run away. This powerful middle-aged man has knocked down three high-ranking servants of the Gray Wolf Tribe in a row since the beginning of the battle. His methods are bloody and cruel. , astonishing.

The second is an old witch doctor who is comparable to a high-level magic apprentice. The enemies killed by this old man are not strong, but there are a lot of them.

Magic has always been a sharp tool for harvesting life on the battlefield. This is an undisputed fact. Nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around.

Without a dedicated strongman to deal with it, it would be a disaster to let such a magician let go of his hands and feet.

Fortunately, most of the people who died were members of the Gray Wolf tribe, and Locke didn’t feel distressed.

In the end, one of the remaining two sub-level quasi-level powerhouses was held back by Singer, and this guy was not weak. It was only a matter of time before the quasi-level powerhouse of the Blood Blade tribe was killed by him.

The other was entangled by a group of strong men from the gray wolf tribe, plus a witch doctor who was no match for an intermediate magic apprentice.

“Hammer, go help them! Sith, just take care of yourself!” Shouting to the people next to him, Locke went straight to Higuain.

Hammer is the commander of this infantry regiment of the Omor Empire, quasi-knight level, comparable in strength to Singer. Locke doesn’t communicate much with this man, and usually only speaks a few words when he is marching.

Sith didn’t need Locke to say it at this time, he had already hidden away and squeezed the persimmon, and it was not easy for him as a high-ranking attendant to save his life on the battlefield.

The moment he was locked by Locke’s mental power, Higuain broke out in a cold sweat. The threat of death had never been so close to him.

Just now, a cavalryman with the strength of a mid-level attendant of the Gray Wolf Tribe was split in half with man and horse. At this time, Higuain was stunned by Locke’s huge power.

The application of mental power is the most rogue and most effective method for formal knights to deal with knights below the first level. The mental shock is learned by Locke without a teacher. The method is very simple. You only need to gather your mental power into a spiral through imagination. shape, and then aim at the target and stab it.

Higuain’s stupefaction only lasted for less than a second, but that was enough. With massive battle energy to speed up, Locke used the most conspicuous flying posture of formal knights, like a god of death, to go straight to Higuain.

How many years have not experienced such a life-and-death scene, Higuain, who is stronger than a brown bear, suddenly remembered the picture buried deep in his memory when he was a child.

Under the snowy prairie cave, a young man with a short blade was shivering from the cold, still biting his purple lips, enduring the hunger in his shriveled stomach, and fearlessly facing the snow wolf who was a head taller than him.

“No!!!” Higuain opened his red eyes and shouted loudly. His voice was full of blood and his fighting spirit was stimulated to a full state. He was facing the snow wolf without fear, just like he was facing the snow wolf decades ago. Rush to the flying Locke.

“Oh?” Higuain’s sudden uproar surprised Locke a little, but that’s all.

“It’s a pity.” Locke said in a voice that only he could hear, and a cold iron long sword was unsheathed. Faced with this kind of opponent, Locke will give him a decent death.

In the flashy confrontation, only the two parties present knew what happened in that instant.

The majestic and muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wound, but the movement stopped halfway, and a dark red line of blood appeared on Higuain’s jaw.

“Ho, ho…” Higuain wanted to say something, but all the air in his chest vented out when he reached his neck, and he was slumped, and the hot blood splashed five meters high.

The hero of a generation, Higuain, who obtained the ruling power of the Blood Blade Tribe by force, died.

On the chaotic battlefield, everyone concentrated on dealing with their enemies, only a few people noticed that Higuain was instantly killed by Locke.

Some of them are the most loyal and elite prairie rangers under Higuain.

“Avenge the leader!” More than a hundred prairie men who were closer to Locke rushed towards Locke on galloping horses.

Higuain’s death not only did not extinguish the morale of these people, but aroused their blood.

As an outsider, Locke doesn’t know much about the importance that grassland people place on loyalty and loyalty, and he doesn’t know much about the friendship between Higuain and his subordinates. Come up to die, he doesn’t mind giving them a ride.

The wave of flesh and blood set off again.

The whole battle had actually come to an end when the Imperial Army joined and Locke killed the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the pleasure of harvesting life. He is not a fighting lunatic, but this kind of sense of superiority in controlling other people’s lives and standing at a higher level is really good.

Nearly 40% of the battle energy in his body was consumed, and the result of the battle was that the hundred prairie rangers turned into pieces of corpses all over the place.

The wanton fighting spirit ruthlessly tore apart every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him. Within the scope of Locke’s battle, ordinary soldiers, whether they were Gray Wolf Tribe, Blood Blade Tribe, or Imperial soldiers, spontaneously There is a lot of space to bypass.

So that after Locke tore the last prairie ranger, he suddenly looked back and found that there was no enemy around him, and all the people who were close to him feared this murderer from the bottom of their hearts.

“The sudden soaring power caused the xinxing to be unable to keep up…” Locke had Angelina and other queens, and was forced by Angelina and Grace to read a lot of books and learned a lot. Analyze your current problems.

Seeing that the turmoil around him has not stopped, Locke frowned. Unknowingly, there have been many casualties, and at least 4,000 people will lie on the ground forever.

“It’s time to end!” Locke snorted coldly, and flew towards a quasi-knight of the Blood Blade tribe who was closest to him.

[End of this Chapter]