Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 459: The sunset glow
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Now that the Bloodblade tribe is organized on the battlefield and is still fighting, it is the tribal leaders above the mid-level servants. After the death of the leader of Higuain, the Bloodblade tribe did not usher in the defeat Locke imagined.
Like a killer hidden in the dark, moving at high speed, except for some high-ranking attendants and witch doctors who rival the middle-level magic apprentices who can see Locke’s move clearly, the rest of the ordinary prairie people can only watch My fellow countrymen died one by one.
A high-level servant-level prairie man was cut again, and Locke began to look for his next goal.
The flexibility and extreme speed of the eagle's grudge made Locke on the battlefield like a fish in water, and no one can withstand him.
"The one named Higuain is also quite capable." If one had to say that a person resisted Locke's blow, Higuain, the leader of the Bloodblade tribe, was one, but he resisted it with his own life.
If you look closely, you will find that when Locke collided with Higuain's sword before, a slight curl of Locke's cold iron sword occurred.
After all, it is a long sword suitable for the knight attendant stage. Locke, who has been promoted to an official knight, needs to find a long sword with his own identity after this battle, and so is the armor.
The battle lasted for an afternoon. In the final stage, in order to suppress the resistance of the bloodblade tribal people as soon as possible, Locke decisively summoned the scorpion dragon Fimo from the space flute.
Since Locke was promoted to the official knight, Fermo has also gained a lot of benefits under the simultaneous effect of the mental power contract. After waking up from sleep for two months, Fermo has not been directly promoted to the rank of beast, but he is still standing. The pinnacle position of the order of Warcraft.
Faimo, who is only a layer of window paper away from the Tier Beast, had to fight with Locke's current strength.
Eight meters away, Faimo, who is approaching a height of nine meters, has already surpassed his Scorpio brothers and sisters, and is in line with his parents, Scorpion Lord Adam Liss.
The height of Adamlis is about fifteen meters, and the height of his consort Shiva is about twelve meters.
The appearance of the scorpion dragon directly broke the formation of the bloodblade tribesmen.
Warcraft also exist on the prairie. Because of the limitations of the grassland species and environment, high-level monsters are not known for their size.
With Fermo's physique, he has surpassed the giant beasts raised by the prairie people.
High-level monsters are not necessarily huge, but huge ones are generally high-level monsters. This is the selection of the law of the jungle and the direction of passive evolution of the monsters.
Before releasing his own evil spirits, standing there, the huge scorpion dragon defeated the last courage of the bloodblade tribesmen.
The shortcomings of a thousand miles in a rush, a collapsed army, and lack of strict militarization training are fully manifested at this time.
Countless people of the Bloodblade tribe, the dead and wounded who left behind, rushed to flee.
When Locke continued to hunt down the few people on the bloodblade tribe's must-kill list, he gave Fimo an order to kill the behemoths.
Three behemoths of the Bloodblade tribe and two behemoths of the Gray Wolf tribe. After an afternoon of slaying, each behemoth left dozens of scratches and bite wounds, and the fighting ability has declined. One chip.
Faced with the menacing scorpion dragon, the three-headed bloodblade tribe's lizard giant left a final cry.
Faimo, who was promoted by Locke's mental power after being promoted, has become stronger in physique and strength, while his wisdom has also improved a lot.
The long and narrow longan squinted slightly. When Fei Mo smashed into it with a mighty force, his body ‘unintentionally’ scratched the friendly army, a platypus with the most injuries.
"Hiss~!!!"
"Gah! Gah~~"
The platypus and the behemoth lizard that was hit by Fermore uttered heartbreaking screams.
Without waiting for the remaining two giant lizards to do anything, a dark energy ball with amazing energy fluctuations gathered in the scorpion dragon's mouth and shot towards the giant lizard closest to it.
The giant beasts tamed by the steppe people are creatures that do not understand elemental power after all. They are rated as high-level, but they are not necessarily the opponents of high-level monsters. Moreover, Fimo is not a high-level monster.
After the tragic battle, whether they can pose a threat to the scorpion dragon is unknown.
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The afterglow of the setting sun to the west has been slow to dissipate, and the entire prairie is immersed in a rich red background.
Forty thousand people of the Bloodblade Tribe, ten thousand young and middle-aged people were strangled by the gray wolf tribe and the Omor Empire. There were less than four thousand alive, and thirty thousand old and weak women and children were also killed. The gray wolf tribe people who caught their eyes, the damage was close to six thousand.
This has caused the Bloodblade Tribe to drop from the prestigious medium tribe on the Saka Steppe to the third-rate. Without a strong leader, there is no strong enough young and middle-aged tribe. Can the old and weak of the Bloodblade tribe survive safely? This winter, there is still a problem.
Compared with the miserable Bloodblade Tribe, the Gray Wolf Tribe is slightly better. Zinger's original plan to preserve his strength and only send half of his tribe to fight is a wise move.
If it is not my race, its hearts must be different. How could the Omor Empire really help their tribe? That indifferent and terrifying first-degree knight left a deep impression on the people of the Gray Wolf tribe.
Although the bright-headed Gray Wolf tribe people knew that they were miserable by the Omors, they met with both high-level officials as if they were all right.
"Knight Locke, thank you for your help. There are most of the treasures of the Bloodblade Tribe!" In the setting sun, Chief Singer smiled and pulled Locke to a pile of wooden boxes.
There are two boxes of yellow-orange-orange gold, five boxes of precious silverware, and some strange and antique-like items, with a strong grassland folk customs flavor.
Most people on the prairie are sincere. The suitcases are two meters wide and one meter high. They are bigger than the treasure chests Locke has ever seen.
For sincere people, Locke can't do it anymore. In the twitching corner of Singer's eyes, Locke took away two boxes of gold and four boxes of silverware. He still had a bottom line, at least one box for the Gray Wolf tribe. silverware.
There are more than a dozen cloth bags of grassland antique Locke. These things have neither magical fluctuations nor artistic cells that Locke can understand. I believe that they will not be sold at a good price if they are brought back to the Omor Empire. They are simply given to the Gray Wolf tribe. Up.
This move made Singel, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, breathed a little. The nobles of the Omor Empire couldn't appreciate these antiques, but it didn't mean they were worthless on the prairie.
Some of the leaders of large and medium-sized tribes like these things, and when they get the famous trading town in the Saka steppe, Singel can recover some of the gray wolf tribe’s losses.
Single was with his pair of children. Xin Hesi was well protected. On the dangerous battlefield, the two were only slightly injured.
Xin, with a green headscarf on his head, and a layer of gauze on his left arm, seemed to have hurt his bones, so Locke threw him a bottle of healing potion.
The potions made by alchemists are rare in the prairie. This potion that can provide healing to the fatal wounds of high-level attendants and treats Xin's arm injuries is absolutely overkill.
The young man Xin thanked Locke for his generosity.
A silk with red makeup, at this time, I am not as stunning and chic as I saw it at first sight. There are patches on the dirty face, and there is a blood stain on the right side of the cheek. I don't know whether it is hers or someone else's.
Looking at only the loss caused by the turbulence of blood and energy, and no other external sores and wounds, Locke gave her a low-level mental power recovery potion that Grace deployed.
The shining golden liquid mental power recovery potion is not ordinary at first sight, but biting his lip, he has not accepted it, and finally Singer hums anxiously, and then reluctantly thanked him for taking it. Up.
This girl is still worried about Locke’s postponement of the attack, and we can’t blame this girl. Locke allowed the Grey Wolf tribe to block the bloodblade tribe’s fiercest first wave of offensive, which weakened the bloodblade tribe’s vitality. Let the Gray Wolf tribe leave two thousand corpses here.
These tribesmen are usually great uncles and uncles in the tribe, who suddenly died in battle, leaving an unforgettable pain to the immature Silk.
It is a disaster for the Gray Wolf tribe, and it is a boon for the Imperial soldiers. In this battle, the corps of 5,000 troops, the loss of personnel was controlled within 500 people, this is a rare victory!
When the battle was over and everyone gathered the corpses of relatives and friends and gathered the weapons and knives dipped in blood, Locke also enthusiastically weighed the four blood-colored diamond spars in his hands.
This thing is the superb blood essence gathered in the heart of the prairie monsters. For the knights, it is more precious than the quasi-level monster crystal cores.
The dozens of blood essences given by Singer and the blood essences seized from the bloodblade tribe have been used by Locke, who is an official knight, with little effect. This kind of behemoth produces a superb blood essence. Talents have a boost to his current strength.
Among the four best blood essences, three are from the Bloodblade tribe, and one is from the Gray Wolf tribe.
These blood essences were given to Lock by the scorpion dragon Femore. As for the corpses of the few dead beasts, they were beaten to sacrifice by it.
The vigorous prairie behemoth is really a great tonic. With the appetite of scorpion dragons swallowing petrified gold, it will last after eating a whole head. Fortunately, the weather is getting cold, and this thing will be bad if left outside for a few days No more.
The head of Higuain, the leader of the bloodblade tribe, Locke has wrapped it and put it in the space ring for preservation, and Locke personally checked and confirmed the corpses of the dozens of bloodblade tribe leaders.
At this point, even if the mission is completed, with absolute strength, the bloodblade tribe of tens of thousands of tribes will be annexed in just one day, which is really shocking.
Singel, who saw Locke's true strength on the battlefield, showed hospitality and hospitality despite being put in front of Locke.
"Knight Rock, won't you be a guest at the Gray Wolf tribe for two days?" Three days later, Zinger kept aside from the Alisano Basin.
"No, don't live here." Locke said.
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Singer's expression, Locke rode away, and the Imperial Corps stationed next to him, like a awakened behemoth, roared to the distance.
Looking at Locke's figure getting further and further away, and the dust of the imperial army moving further and further away, Singer said to Xin who had been following him, "Do you know why I am so afraid of this official knight?" /
Xin was silent.
"Because he is stronger than the first-level leaders of the big tribes I have seen, and... if I am not mistaken, his age should be less than forty years old." Singh Er said.
The middle-aged Singer is actually forty-nine years old this year. He can't imagine how much opportunity and life and death it takes a knight to advance to the first level before the age of forty.
"Take care of your sister, she is still young." Xingel sighed, and there were more than a dozen sons and daughters under him. Only Xin had the potential to inherit his gray wolf tribe.