Chapter 458

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.

The other was entangled by a group of strong men of the gray wolf tribe and a witch doctor who matched the intermediate magic apprentice.

"Hammer, you help them! Sith, just take care of yourself!" He shouted to the people next to him, and Locke went straight to Igua.

Hammer is the commander of the omore imperial infantry regiment. He is quasi Knight level, which is equivalent to the strength of hinger. Locke doesn't communicate much with this man. He only says a few words when marching in peacetime.

Sith didn't need Locke to say at this time. He hid far away and pinched the soft persimmon. It's not too easy for him to save his life on the battlefield.

At the moment of being locked by Locke's mental power, iguainton was sweating, and the threat of death had never been so close to him.

Just now, a cavalry with the strength of a middle-level attendant of the gray wolf tribe was split into two parts, including people and horses. At this time, Higuain was stunned under Locke's great power.

The application of mental power is the most effective way for formal knights to deal with knights below level 1. The mental shock is learned by Locke without a teacher. The method is very simple. You only need to gather your mental power into a spiral through imagination, and then stab it at the target.

Higuain's stupidity lasted less than a second, but that was enough. Through massive fighting and speeding up, Locke took Higuain with the most conspicuous flying posture of formal knights, like a god of death.

Having not experienced such life and death scenes for many years, Higuain, who is stronger than the brown bear, suddenly remembered that when he was a child, it was a picture buried in the depths of his memory.

Under the snowy grassland cave, a young man holding a short blade, shivering with cold, still bit his purple lips, endured the hunger in his shriveled stomach, and fearlessly faced the snow wolf one head higher than him.

"No!!!" Higuain opened his eyes red and drank loudly. His blood filled voice and fighting spirit inspired the whole state, just like facing the snow wolf decades ago, he rushed to Locke without fear.

"Oh?" The outburst of Higuain surprised Locke a little, but that's all.

"What a pity." Locke said in a voice that only he could hear. A long cold iron sword came out of its scabbard. Facing this opponent, Locke would give him a decent death.

In the confrontation of lightning, stone and fire, only the parties present knew what happened in that moment.

Higuain, who was strong and muscular, wanted to look down at his wound. However, he stopped halfway, and a dark red blood line appeared on Higuain's jaw.

"Ho, Ho..." Higuain wanted to say something, but the air in his chest leaked out at his neck, decadent, and the hot blood splashed five meters high.

A generation of owls, Higuain, who obtained the rule of the blood blade tribe by force, died.

On the chaotic battlefield, everyone focused on dealing with their enemies, and only a few people noticed that Higuain was killed by Locke.

Some of them are the most loyal and elite grassland Rangers under Higuain.

"Avenge the leader!" More than a hundred prairie men close to Locke galloped towards Locke.

The death of Higuain not only did not extinguish the morale of these people, but aroused their blood.

As an outsider, Locke is not very clear about the importance that the grassland people attach to loyalty and righteousness, nor about the friendship between Higuain and his men. However, since these "little guys" below the middle-level attendants generally take the initiative to die, he doesn't mind giving them a ride.

The wave of flesh and blood is set off again.

In fact, the end of the whole battle was announced when the imperial army joined and Locke killed the leader of the blood blade tribe.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the pleasure of harvesting life. He was not a battle madman, but his sense of superiority of controlling other people's lives and standing at a higher level was really good.

Nearly 40% of the fighting energy in the body was consumed, and the result was that the 100 grassland Rangers were reduced to pieces.

The wanton fighting spirit mercilessly tore every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him. Within the scope of Locke's battle, ordinary soldiers, whether gray wolf tribe, blood blade tribe or imperial soldiers, spontaneously bypassed a lot of space.

So that after Locke tore the last grassland Ranger, he suddenly looked back and found that there was no enemy around him. All the people close to him were afraid of the murderer from the bottom of their hearts.

"The sudden surge of power leads to the heart can't keep up..." After having Angelina and other women, Locke was forced by Angelina and grace to read a lot of books and know a lot. He immediately analyzed his current problems.

Looking at the turmoil around him, Locke frowned. Unconsciously, there were many deaths and injuries. At least 4000 people lay on the ground forever.

"It's time to end!" With a cold hum, Locke flew to a quasi Knight of the blood blade tribe closest to him.