Chapter 457 (1/2)

On the flat grassland outside the alisano basin on the East Bank of the temusang River, smoke and dust filled the air. A total of 20000 soldiers from three different forces gathered here.

On the one hand are the blood blade tribe people who step on a horse in red and have a machete near their body, on the other hand are the gray wolf tribe people wrapped in a gray shroud and carrying a short bow and a long sword, and on the other hand are the soldiers of the Amor Empire who advance and retreat and are heavily armored.

Today, the bloody blade tribe Rangers, who are famous on both sides of the temusang River, stop on the high slope of the grassland and dare not move forward. What they are so afraid of is not the gray wolf tribe that has been fighting openly and secretly for decades, but this full-scale infantry regiment of the omor Empire.

Soon, a two meter tall man came out of the Rangers of the blood blade tribe. He was wearing bright red leather armor and carrying a cold Uzi machete in his hand. A closer look was the primary target of Locke's mission - iguain, the leader of the blood blade tribe.

Higuain didn't come out empty handed. A box of heavy iron seemed to be carried out by two grassland men.

Higuain was indeed an owl. He stood in front of the army composed of 10000 people and his face did not change. He looked at the direction of the imperial army with dignity. The heavy pressure from there made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Go!" Higuain said to the side.

Two big men on the grassland, carrying a big iron box, led by a middle-aged man like an envoy, slowly walked to the imperial army.

With Locke's acquiescence, the imperial army did not stop, and the three walked all the way to the middle and rear of the Imperial Army in front of Locke.

At this time, hinger, the leader of the gray wolf tribe, and his two children were also standing not far from Locke. Seeing this situation, hinger's face was uncertain.

"Knight of the Empire, I'm santye, the chief priest of the blood blade tribe. On behalf of the leader, I offer the most sincere respect of the blood blade tribe to the knight." Cried the messenger.

Locke's silence made the chief priest of the blood blade tribe named Santer's heart tighten. He endured the fear of natural enemies. Santer pulled out the machete at his waist and cut open the top of the heavy iron box beside him.

"Bang!" The iron lock of the metal box collided with the machete to produce a spark. The top of the cover lifted up, revealing rows of blood essence emitting dazzling red light.

There are four rows in total, with a total of 40 blood essence. The pen of the blood blade tribe is very large, which is twice as big as that of the gray wolf tribe, not to mention that under the blood essence, there are countless jewels and gold that can dazzle people's eyes.

"This is a gift from the blood blade tribe to the imperial knight. I hope you can accept it!" The messenger shouted in the imperial army.

At this time, he was not only under the pressure of Locke, a first-class knight, but also under the strong oppression of thousands of imperial soldiers. He could maintain his composure under such a scene. Santye, the chief priest of the blood blade tribe, made Locke a little interested.

At the level of intermediate magic apprentice, Santer is one of the 17 lists given to him by Singh yesterday, and one of the high-level figures of the blood blade tribe.

Forty blood essences and jewelry worth about 100000 gold moles. Rao was moved by Locke's wealth, but this could not dispel Locke's will to destroy the blood blade tribe.

"Three months ago, the mission of the blood blade tribe went to the omor Empire and delivered all the tribute this year. I hope your excellency..." Seeing that Locke was still indifferent, santier bit his teeth and finished his changeable lines.

Now Locke's expression has changed a little. Has he paid all the sacrifices this year?

Then why did the knight hall send itself to destroy the blood blade tribe? If it set out for the omor Empire three months ago, when it set out a month ago, the knight hall had enough time to remind itself to terminate this mission.

Well, if it's not the blood blade tribe lying, the knight hall doesn't care about the tribute of the blood blade tribe.

Moreover, based on Locke's understanding of the complexity and darkness of the power institutions within the omor Empire, it is unknown whether the tribute of the blood blade tribe finally fell into the Treasury of the omor empire.

Anyway, since the knight's palace did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, everything will be based on completing the mission.

Before Locke said anything, there was a man on the scene who was more anxious than him.

"Bewitch the public!" Singh'er, the leader of the gray wolf tribe, did not know when he came to the envoy of the blood blade tribe. Unexpectedly, he waved a machete with a split fighting edge and tore santye's skin, armor, muscles and bones without any obstacles.