Chapter 458 (1/2)

Locke's inaction made silk, who had been used to raising since childhood, feel the freezing cold in her heart for the first time. Silk was afraid of this man's indifference to death.

Unlike silk, who pestered Locke and wanted him to send troops to war, Xin, an older and more mature brother, made a quick decision to call the only elite of the gray wolf tribe and galloped up to support hinger and others when he saw that his parents and elders were in danger.

After entering the flesh and blood mill with more than 10000 people, the elite of the rear led by Xin did not even turn up a splash, but sank into it.

It is worth noting that after her brother Shuai Jun set out, the little girl silk also turned over and mounted the horse and followed up silently.

Silk's qualification is good, or she may have been trained by hinger at a great cost. She has the strength of low-level attendants at a young age. Her weapon is a Sequoia short bow with only arm length, which is suitable for women with weak strength.

"Is it too cruel for us to do so?" At this time, the Sith, who was also watching the battlefield next to Locke, couldn't help saying.

He is not distressed by the loss of the gray wolf tribe, but has some feelings about the experience of the little girl silk.

Locke didn't answer the Sith's words, and his eyes stayed on the five giant beasts close to eight meters high on the battlefield.

Their huge size gives them unparalleled strength. The earth shaking and mountain shaking fighting mode makes every grassland man who is a little close to them be careful whether he will be crushed to death by the huge palm suddenly falling from the sky.

There are more scars on the platypus of the two gray wolf tribes, and the giant beasts of the three blood blade tribes are also uncomfortable. This should be a variant of the lizard. The scales and armor on the body are torn many places by the two platypuses, and one of the legs is bleeding more than ever.

"The essence of blood essence is the solid after the blood of the beast has dried up. If you swallow the heart of the beast directly, I don't know the effect." Locke unconsciously licked his tongue and looked at the five giants on the battlefield, as if he saw five moving treasures.

The strength evaluation of giants is generally in advanced Warcraft. For opponents of this level, ordinary Knights have an absolute headache when they see it. Even Locke before promotion is not willing to fight with such rough and fleshy guys in the posture of quasi knights.

But now it's different. With the powerful cutting power of the official Knight's fighting spirit, Locke can ignore the defense of all creatures below the quasi level Warcraft.

Seeing that the battle on the battlefield was almost over, the green grassland was dyed red to blood red, and Locke slowly raised his arm.

The imperial army of five thousand men raised shields and spears at the command of the officer.

"Drink!" The collective intimidation of thousands of people stunned the people of the bloody blade tribe and the gray wolf tribe in the battle.

"The whole army attack!" In the long howling of the Sith and regiment heralds, the omor Imperial Regiment finally began to sharpen their swords to the two medium-sized tribes on the Saka grassland and show their unparalleled strength.

Ten thousand arrows were fired at once. The imperial armies, with their own actions, showed the savage grassland people in the northwest frontier why the omor empire could stand on the top of the mainland.

Enjoying the cool under the arrow rain, each soldier can shoot three short arrows in two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden in the side of the shield.

Fifteen thousand arrows are just an appetizer. The subsequent torrent of armor is the nightmare of all those who resist.

Apart from these most common soldiers, the fighting strength of the Sergeant Level in the imperial army is much higher than that of the leaders of the gray wolf tribe.

The military system of the Amor empire is much richer than the four types of the four legions of Faustin. People from civilian families can climb up and get the right to choose more than a dozen kinds of fighting spirit.

Most of these fighting spirits are mediocre and have no special abilities, and there are no supporting combat skills. However, since they can be selected by the Empire as the standard fighting spirit of the army, the comprehensive level of these fighting spirits can also be in the middle class.

There are even individual kinds of fighting spirit. According to Locke's current experience and experience, it is a bit better than the eagle fighting spirit he studied.

In the final analysis, his eagle fighting spirit is just a general fighting spirit. Its only commendable flexibility also depends on the characteristics of the energy attribute of the wind system fighting spirit.

Soldier to soldier, general to general. After all the soldiers rolled up with neat steps, Locke also selected several of his opponents.

Higuain, the leader of the blood blade tribe, can't run away. This powerful middle-aged man has chopped down three senior attendants of the gray wolf tribe in succession in the period since the beginning of the battle. The bloody and cruel means are staggering.

The second is an old witch doctor who is comparable to the senior magic apprentice. The old man killed a lot of enemies, but not strong.

Magic has always been a sharp weapon for harvesting life on the battlefield, which is an indisputable fact. Nearly 100 bodies have fallen around. Without a special strong man to deal with, it is a disaster to let such a magician open his hands and feet.

Fortunately, most of the dead are members of the gray wolf tribe, and Locke doesn't care.

One of the last two second-class quasi level strongmen was dragged down by Singh. This guy's strength was not weak. He killed the quasi level strongman of the blood blade tribe. In Locke's opinion, it was only a matter of time.