Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 457: The weak eats the strong
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On the east bank of the Timusan River, on the flat grassland outside the Alisano Basin, gunpowder and dust filled the flat grassland. From three different forces, a total of 20,000 soldiers gathered here.
One side is a bloodblade tribe with a red horse and a scimitar, one side is a gray wolf tribe with a short bow and a long sword wrapped in a gray belt, and the other side is advancing and retreating You Zhi, a soldier of the Omor Empire.
Today, the bloodblade tribe rangers resounding their reputation on both sides of the Timusan River stopped at the high slopes of the grassland and did not dare to take a step forward. It was not the gray wolf tribe who had been fighting over and over for decades. It is this man-made Omor Empire infantry regiment.
Not long after, a two-meter-tall man walked out of the Bloodblade Tribe Ranger. He was wearing a bright red leather armor and carrying a Uzi scimitar with a cold front. The primary goal of the mission-Higuain, leader of the Bloodblade tribe.
Higuain didn't come out empty-handed, a box of Chantie box that seemed to be quite heavy was carried out by two prairie men.
Iguain was indeed a hero. Standing in front of the army of 10,000 people, his expression remained unchanged. He solemnly looked 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 carrying the iron box, led by a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy, slowly walked towards the imperial army.
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 children were also standing not far from Locke's side. Seeing this situation, Singer's expression was gloomy.
"The Lord Knight of the Empire, I am Santee, the chief priest of the Bloodblade Tribe. On behalf of the leader, I offer the Lord Knight the most respect for the Bloodblade Tribe." The messenger said loudly.
Locke’s silence made this bloodblade tribe chief priest named Santeye's heart tense, resisting the fear of a natural enemy, Santeye pulled out the scimitar on his waist and slashed him open. The top of the iron box beside him.
"Bang!" The iron lock of the Chantie box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark, and the top of the lid lifted, exposing rows of blood essence emitting dazzling red light inside.
There are four rows neatly and neatly, with a total of 40 blood essences. The blood blade tribe’s hand is quite large, and it is twice as large as the gray wolf tribe. Not to mention the blood essence, there is also a flower The countless jewelry and gold of the human eye.
"This is a meeting gift from the Bloodblade Tribe to the Imperial Knights. I hope you can accept it!" The messenger bit his head and shouted in the Imperial army.
At this time, he was not only under the coercion of Locke, the first-level knight, but also strong oppression composed of thousands of imperial soldiers. He could maintain his composure in such a scene. The chief priest of the bloodblade tribe, Santeer Let Locke raise a little interest.
Intermediate magic apprentice level, Santeye is one of the seventeen names that Singer gave him yesterday, one of the senior figures in the Bloodblade tribe.
Forty blood essences and jewels worth about one hundred thousand gold and moles. It was because of Locke's wealth that he could not help being impressed, but this could not dispel Locke's will to destroy the Bloodblade tribe.
"Three months ago, the envoy of the Bloodblade Tribe had gone to the Omor Empire and delivered the tribute for this year. I hope my lord..." Seeing Locke still indifferent, Santeye bit Ya finished speaking, he had already practiced the changeable lines.
Now Locke's expression has changed a little bit. Has he paid all the offerings for this year?
Then why did the Hall of Knights send itself to destroy the Bloodblade Tribe? If you set off for the Omor Empire three months ago, when you set off by yourself a month ago, the Hall of Knights had enough time to remind yourself to terminate this mission.
Then, if it wasn't for the bloodblade tribe in front of me to lie, it would be the tribute of the bloodblade tribe that the Knight Palace no longer cares about.
Furthermore, based on Locke's understanding of the complexity and darkness of the authority within the Omor Empire, it is still unknown whether the bloodblade tribe's tribute will eventually fall into the Omor Empire's treasury.
No matter, since the Hall of Knights did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, then he will all be premised on completing the mission.
Before Locke could say anything, there was someone on the scene who was more anxious than him.
"The demon words confuse the crowd!" Singel, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, somehow walked to the bloodblade tribe's envoy, and unexpectedly swung the scimitar, with a fragmented vindictive edge, tearing Santer apart without any hindrance. Yeah's leather armor, muscles, bones.
This prairie witch doctor with intermediate magical apprentice strength, has not even used a decent magic method, he is in a strange place.
The sudden blood and gore caused a lot of turmoil between the Gray Wolf tribe and the Bloodblade tribe.
Only rows of solemn and indifferent imperial soldiers stood straight on the spot, not being confused 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.
"The sons of the Gray Wolf tribe, kill with me!" Perhaps it was for Locke to make up his mind. Singer turned on his horse and waved his arms, leading the thousands of elites of the Gray Wolf tribe in a mighty charge. To the front of the bloodblade tribe.
Thousands of cavalry rushed and thundered. Under the leadership of their leader, the people of the Gray Wolf tribe rushed to the bloodblade tribe that had been enemies for generations.
In front of the bloodblade tribe, facing the sudden attack of the gray wolf tribe, several high-tempered tribe leaders almost immediately rushed forward with their scimitars. They used to be honest in front of their bloodblade tribe. The gray wolf tribe is going to rebel now? !
Higuain, who was at the forefront of the army, saw that the war was unavoidable. He sighed and asked the gray-robed man behind him, "What did the Lion's 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's Roar tribe is the nearest large tribe around the Timusang River Basin. It has 160,000 people. It is the first leader of the current tribe and is said to have official knight-level strength.
Hearing from the gray-robed man, Higuain's facial expression has not changed much, but those who are familiar with him can find that the tribe leader's face has a trace of death and decay.
"No one can defeat the Bloodblade Tribe! Unless he stepped over my corpse!" Higuain shouted, inspiring the last blood of the Bloodblade tribe.
"Roar!!" The vigorous response came from Higuain's Guards, the most elite warrior of the Bloodblade tribe-the Prairie Rangers.
Led by the leader Higuain, the bloodblade tribe nearly ten thousand young middle-aged tribes, brandishing a scimitar, rushed towards the attacking Gray Wolf tribe without fear.
The fierce collision unfolded, and the two sides entered the white-hot stage at the moment of handover.
The sharp machete is a weapon to harvest life. The prairie people love the machete and abandon the armor. Each participant uses his own solid muscles to resist the cut of the machete.
As a result, one can imagine how ordinary beings can ignore the sharpness of iron tools without the strength of mid-level attendants.
This is the most chaotic war that Locke has ever seen. The two sides have no tactics, and they are completely fighting for life. The leader does not send his subordinates, but like a reckless man, he rushes and rushes directly to the enemy. Kill inside.
Blood and scars are the glory of men, and the prairie guys perfectly interpreted this. Singer's elite cavalry and Higuain's ranger troops just rushed in and almost everyone was injured.
There was still blood dripping on his wrist, but he still roared like a okay person, waving a scimitar, and slashing at the enemy in front of him.
There are also effects of this style of play. For example, both sides perfectly break up the opponent's formation and divide the battlefield into several pieces.
At this time, as long as Locke orders the imperial soldiers under him to press down and use a perfect and solid army to disperse the resistance of the Bloodblade tribe, then the situation of the war will become clear.
Maybe a few months ago, the bloodblade tribe of ordinary herders was armed with young and middle-aged men. How could it be the opponent of the elite corps of the Omor Empire.
However, Locke did not do this.
He looked indifferently at the battlefield that was kilometers away from him, this huge mill of flesh and blood, life passed by every minute and every second.
If Locke doesn't move, the imperial army won't move. They are waiting for their commander's orders.
At this time, the tribesmen of the Grey Wolf tribe, who had been not far from Locke, had a lot of commotion. The situation of the Grey Wolf tribe warriors on the battlefield is very bad. The total number of them is four thousand, although they have accounted for several years. The convenience of replenishing energy is also difficult to endure well in the bloodblade tribe's tens of thousands.
Freed from the pull of the elders in the clan, Singer’s daughter Silk rushed to a place less than 50 meters away from Locke, and was finally stopped by the Imperial Guards, "Big Brother Locke, why don’t you let your soldiers go up, father They are dangerous now!"
Silk's voice is confused, angry, and desolate to see through certain essences.
Locke didn't answer her words, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead.
The first-level knight is indeed invincible in an army composed of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person? Even though the massive amount of grudge gained after breaking through the official knight, Locke believes that he is killing hundreds After ordinary people, he will also fall into exhaustion.
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. .
The deaths and injuries of the Gray Wolf tribesmen might have made him feel guilty ten years ago, but Locke's mentality has changed a lot since he returned from the plane war.
The plane of activated fairies, that is hundreds of millions of activated fairies, all of them have become slaves and forbidden to the Western Mishima magicians and knights, and they have been devoured as food desserts. What is the difference between them and cows and horses.
This is a world where the weak eat the strong, the weak do not need mercy!