Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 458: Killing
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Locke's inaction made Silk, who had been accustomed to raising since childhood, felt the freezing cold for the first time. This man's indifference to death made Silk fear.
Different from the silk who entangled Locke and wanted him to send troops to fight, Xin, an older and more mature brother, promptly called the only remaining elite of the Gray Wolf tribe when he saw that his father and brothers were in danger. , Galloping horses rushed up to support Zinger and others.
Hundreds of people led by Xin are elites from the rear. After entering this flesh-and-blood mill with more than 10,000 people, they sank without even turning over a splash.
It is worth noting that after the elder brother Shuaijun set off, the little girl Si also turned on her horse and followed silently.
Silk’s aptitude is good. It may also be cultivated by Singer at a lot of cost. She has the strength of a low-level attendant at a young age. Her weapon is a redwood short bow, which is only an arm-length short bow. It is suitable for women with weaker strength.
"Will we be too cruel if we do this." At this moment, Sith, who was also watching the battlefield next to Locke, couldn't help but say.
He didn't feel distressed for the loss of the Gray Wolf tribe, he was just a little bit emotional about what happened to the little girl Silk.
Locke didn't answer Sith's words, and his gaze stayed on the five giant beasts on the battlefield that were close to eight meters in height.
The huge size gives them incomparable strength and the swaying way of fighting. Every steppe man who comes close to them must be careful if they will be crushed to death by the huge palm suddenly falling from the sky.
Two platypuses of the Gray Wolf tribe have more scars, and the other three behemoths of the Bloodblade tribe are uncomfortable. This should be a variant of the lizard. The scales on the body are torn by two platypus in many places, one of which is The blood flow in his legs even more.
"The essence of blood essence is the solid after the behemoth's blood has dried up. If you swallow the behemoth's heart directly, you don't know the effect." Locke licked his tongue unconsciously and looked at the five behemoths on the battlefield. It's like seeing five moving treasure houses.
The strength of giant beasts is generally assessed in high-level monsters. For opponents of this level, ordinary knights will have an absolute headache. Even before the promotion, Locke is not willing to compete with such rough-skinned knights. Guy confronts.
But it's different now. With the powerful cutting power of a formal knight's grudge, Locke can ignore the defenses of all creatures below the quasi-level monsters.
Looking at the battle on the battlefield almost going on, the green grassland was dyed blood red at this time, Locke slowly raised his arm.
The 5,000-strong imperial army immediately raised its shield and spears under the command of the officer.
"Drink!" The collective intimidation of thousands of people made the bloodblade tribe and gray wolf tribesmen who were fighting collectively stunned.
"The whole army is attacking!" In the long and vindictive roar of the Sith and the Legion Heralds, the Omor Empire Corps finally began to sharpen the swords of the two medium-sized tribes in the Saka Steppe, showing that they are incompetent. The power of Lumpi.
Ten thousand arrows are all fired, the imperial army, with their actions, show to the barbaric grassland people in the northwestern border why the Omor Empire can stand on top of the mainland.
In the rain of arrows, every soldier can shoot three short arrows in two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden in the shield.
Fifteen thousand arrow sticks are just an appetizer, and the subsequent flood of iron armor is the nightmare for all who resist.
Except for these most common soldiers, the strength of fighting strength at the first level of the imperial army is much higher than that of the leaders of the gray wolf tribe.
The military style of the Omor Empire is much richer than the four types of Faustine’s four legions. People who are from a civilian family, as long as they can climb up, they have the right to choose more than a dozen kinds of fighting spirits. under.
Most of these vindictive spirits are mediocre, without any special abilities, and there are no matching combat skills. But since they can be selected by the empire as the military's standard vindictive spirit, the overall level of these vindictive spirits can also be in the middle.
There are even certain types of fighting spirits. From Locke's current experience and experience, they are a bit better than the eagle fighting spirit he has cultivated.
In the final analysis, his eagle fighting spirit is just a general fighting spirit, and its only commendable flexibility is also dependent on the energy attribute of the wind system fighting spirit itself.
Soldiers against soldiers, against generals. After all the soldiers rolled up in neat steps, Locke also selected several opponents.
Higuain, the leader of the Bloodblade tribe, is absolutely unable to run. This powerful middle-aged man has successfully smashed three high-ranking attendants from the Gray Wolf tribe in the period from the beginning of the battle. The **** and cruel methods are astonishing.
Next is an elderly witch doctor who can rival the advanced magic apprentice. The enemy killed by this old man is not strong, but a lot of them.
Magic has always been a weapon for harvesting lives on the battlefield. This is a fact that does not need to be disputed. Nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around. There is no special strong man to deal with, and it is 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 did not feel distressed.
The last two remaining quasi-tier powerhouses, one was dragged by Zinger, this guy is not weak, the quasi-tier powerhouse of the bloodblade tribe was killed by him, watch in Locke It's just a matter of time.
The other was entangled by a group of strong men from the gray wolf tribe, plus a witch doctor who rivaled the middle-level magic apprentice.
"Hamer, go help them! Sith, you can take care of yourself!" he shouted to the person next to him, and Locke went straight to Igua.
Hammer is the commander of this Omor Empire infantry regiment, quasi-knight rank, and comparable to Singer's strength. Locke doesn't communicate much with this person, and only few words are spoken when marching.
Sith needn't say Locke at this time, he had already squeezed the persimmon from a distance, and he should not be too simple to save his life on the battlefield as a high-level attendant.
At the moment Locke’s mental power was locked in, Higuain broke into a cold sweat, and the threat of death had never been closer to him.
Just now, a cavalry of the middle-level attendant of the Gray Wolf tribe was split into two with a man and a horse. At this time, Higuain was stunned by Locke's mighty 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 impact is learned by Locke without a teacher. The method is very simple. You only need to imagine your own spirit. The force converges into a spiral, and then stabs at the target.
Higuain’s stupefaction only lasted for less than a second, but that was enough. Through massive grievances to speed up, Locke used the most conspicuous flying posture of the official knights, like a deadly death, to take Higuain straight .
For many years, I haven't experienced such life-and-death scenes. Higuain, who is stronger than a brown bear, suddenly remembered that when he was a child, it was a scene buried deep in memory.
Under the snowy grassland cave, a young man holding a short blade, still biting his purple lips when shivering with cold, endures the hunger in his shriveled stomach, and fearlessly faces the snow that is a head taller than him. Wolf.
"No!!!" Higuain opened his eyes red and shouted. The **** voice and the vindictiveness that aroused his full body state, just like the snow wolf decades ago, without fear Rushed towards the flying Locke.
"Oh?" The uprising of Higuain surprised Rock a little, but that was all.
"It's a pity." Locke said in a voice that only he could hear, and a cold iron long sword was unsheathed. In the face of such an opponent, Locke would personally die for him.
In the confrontation between lightning and fire, only the two parties present knew what happened in that instant.
The majestic and muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wound. However, the movement was only halfway through, and then it stagnated. A dark red blood line appeared on Higuain's jaw.
"Ho, ho..." Higuain wanted to say something, but the anger in his chest cavity vented out of his neck, slumped, hot blood splashed five meters high.
A generation of heroes, Higuain, who obtained the rule of the bloodblade tribe by force, died.
On the chaotic battlefield, everyone was attentively dealing with their enemies, and only a few people noticed that Higuain was killed by Locke.
Some of them are Higuain’s most loyal and elite prairie rangers.
"Avenge for the leader!" More than a hundred prairie guys who were closer to Locke rushed towards Locke.
Higuain's death not only did not extinguish the morale of this group, but aroused their blood.
As an outsider, Locke doesn’t know much about the importance of loyalty and loyalty by the people of the prairie, nor about Higuain’s fateful friendship with his men, but since these are generally only the “little guys” below the middle-level attendants 'We took the initiative to come up to die, he didn't mind sending them a ride.
The wave of flesh and blood is set off again.
The entire battle actually ended when the Imperial Army joined and Locke killed the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe.
After the war on the plane, Locke once again felt the pleasure of harvesting life. He is not a fighting lunatic, but this kind of superiority in controlling the lives of others and standing at a higher level is really good.
The fighting energy in the body consumed nearly 40%, and the result of the battle was that the hundred prairie rangers turned into pieces.
The wanton fighting spirit, ruthlessly tearing every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him, within the range of Locke’s battles, ordinary soldiers, whether they are gray wolf tribes, bloodblade tribes, or imperial soldiers , All spontaneously bypassed a lot of space.
So that after Locke tore the last prairie ranger, he looked back suddenly and found that there was no enemy around him. Everyone who was close to him feared this murderer from the bottom of his heart.
"Suddenly skyrocketing power caused the xinxing to fail to keep up..." After Locke had Angelina and other women, Angelina and Grace forced him to read a lot of books and knew a lot. Analyze your current problems immediately.
Looking at the unrest around him, Locke frowned. Unknowingly, there were already a lot of casualties. At least four thousand people lay on the ground forever.
"It's time to end!" Locke snorted and flew towards the quasi-knight of the Bloodblade tribe closest to him.