Chapter 457

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.

The grassland witch doctor, who has the strength of an intermediate magic apprentice, had his head in a different place before he even used a decent magic means.

The sudden bloodiness caused great turbulence between the gray wolf tribe and the blood blade tribe, and the war horse "hissed" was ready to explode.

Only rows of solemn and indifferent imperial soldiers stood straight in place without 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 children of the gray wolf tribe, kill with me!" Perhaps in order to make Locke make up his mind, Singh got on his horse, waved his arms, and led thousands of elite of the gray wolf tribe to rush to the blood blade tribe.

Thousands of cavalry trotted like thunder. Under the leadership of their leaders, the people of the gray wolf tribe rushed to the blood blade tribe, which has been their enemy for generations.

Before the battle, facing the sudden attack of the gray wolf tribe, several impatient top leaders of the tribe almost rushed forward with machetes. The honest gray wolf tribe in front of their blood blade tribe is now going to rebel?!

Igua, who was at the forefront of the military array, sighed when he saw that the war was inevitable. He asked the grey robed man behind him, "what does the lion roar tribe say?"

"The blood and scars of the lion roar tribe are the glory of men, which is perfectly explained by the grassland men. The elite cavalry of hinger and the Rangers of Higuain just rushed in and almost everyone was injured.

Blood was still dripping on his wrist, but he roared and waved a machete to chop at the enemy in front of him.

This kind of play also has some functions. For example, both sides have perfectly dispersed each other's formation and divided the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke ordered his imperial soldiers to press up and disperse the resistance of the blood blade tribe with a perfect and solid military array, the situation of the war will become clear.

Maybe a few months ago, it was the young and middle-aged armed of the blood blade tribe of ordinary herdsmen. How could it be the opponent of the Elite Corps of the omore Empire.

But Locke didn't.

With indifferent eyes, he looked at the battlefield thousands away from him, this huge flesh and blood mill, with the passage of life every minute.

If Locke doesn't move, the imperial army won't move. They're waiting for orders from their officers.

At this time, the people behind the hall of the gray wolf tribe, which has been not far from Locke, had a lot of commotion. At present, the situation of the warriors of the gray wolf tribe on the battlefield is very bad. Although they account for the convenience of energy conservation for several years, it is difficult for them to fall well in the fighting of 10000 people of the bloody blade tribe.

Breaking away from the pull of the elders in the family, singer's daughter silk rushed to a place less than 50 meters away from Locke and was finally stopped by the Imperial Guard, "brother Locke, why don't you let your soldiers go up, father? They are very dangerous now!"

There was confusion, anger and desolation to see through some essence in silk's voice.

Locke didn't answer her. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead.

The first-class knight is indeed invincible in the military array composed of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person's strength? Even if he breaks through the massive fighting spirit obtained after the official knight, Locke thinks he will be exhausted after killing hundreds of ordinary people.

This is a war for 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 imperial soldiers, which will directly affect the evaluation of his mission.

The death and injury of the gray wolf tribe might have made him feel guilty ten years ago, but Locke's mentality has changed a lot since he came back from the plane war.

Activating goblins, which are hundreds of millions of activating goblins, have all become slaves and forbidden food of western three island magicians and knights. They eat them as food and dessert. What's the difference between cattle and horses.

This is a world of the jungle. The weak don't need pity!