Heimarian Odyssey

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Cavaliers Journey!On the east bank of the Timusan River, on the flat grassland outside the Alisano Basin, smoke and dust are scattered. From three different forces, a total of 20,000 soldiers gathered here.

One side is the Blood-Blade tribesmen in red clothes riding horses and a scimitar, the other side is the gray wolf tribesmen wrapped in gray bandages, carrying short bows and long swords, and the other is advancing and retreating. Armored soldiers of the Omor Empire.

Today, the prestigious blood-bladed tribe rangers on both sides of the Timusan River stopped at the high slopes of the grasslands and dared not take a step forward, making them so dreaded. It was not the gray wolf tribe that had fought openly for decades, but this Supported by the infantry regiment of the Omor Empire.

A short time later, a two-meter tall man came out of the Blood Blade Horde Rangers, wearing a bright red leather armor, carrying a cold-fronted Uzi machete in his hand, it was actually the top priority of Locke’s mission. Target-Higuain, leader of the Bloodblade tribe.

Higuain did not come out empty-handed. A box of seemingly heavy iron boxes was carried by two prairie men.

Igua really turned out to be an owl, standing in front of an army of tens of thousands of people, his face did not change. He looked solemnly at the direction of the Imperial Army. The heavy pressure from there made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Go!" Higuain said to the side.

The two prairie giants carried the iron box, led by a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy, and slowly walked towards the Imperial Army.

With the acquiescence of Locke, the Imperial Army did not stop, and the three of them walked all the way to the middle and rear of the Empire Army, in front of Locke.

At this time, Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf tribe, and his children also stood not far from Locke's side. Seeing this situation, Singer's face was uncertain.

"Knight Lord of the Empire, I'm Santye, the priest of the Bloodblade tribe. On behalf of the leader, I pay the most respectful respect of the Bloodblade tribe to Lord Knight." The messenger said loudly.

Locke's silence made the blood-blade tribe priest named Santye feel tight in his heart, and he endured the fear of facing natural enemies. Santye pulled out the scimitar in his waist and cleaved him beside him. The top of the iron box.

"Bang!" The iron lock of the Xie Iron Box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark, and the top of the lid was lifted up, revealing the rows of blood essences glowing with dazzling red light.

There are four rows neatly in total, with a total of forty blood essences. The blood-blade tribe's handwriting is quite large. One shot is twice that of the gray wolf tribe, not to mention the blood-stained tribe. Countless jewelry, gold.

"This is the meeting of the Bloodblade tribe to the Lord Empire Knight, I hope the Lord will accept it!" the messenger shouted sternly in the Empire Army.

He was not only under the pressure of Locke, a first-level knight, but also the strong oppression of thousands of Empire soldiers. He could maintain calm in this scene. The priest of this blood-blade tribe, Santye, gave Locke a little There was a little interest.

At the intermediate magic apprenticeship level, Santye is one of the seventeen lists that Singer gave him yesterday, one of the high-ranking figures of the Blood Blade Horde.

Forty blood essences, and jewelry worth about one hundred thousand gold moles, Rao Yiluo's wealth is inevitably impressed, but this will not dispel the will of Locke to destroy the Blood Blade Horde.

"Three months ago, the envoy of the Blood-Blade Tribe had gone to the Omor Empire and delivered the tribute of this year. I hope Lord..." Seeing Locke was still indifferent, Santye gritted his teeth and finished. I have already practiced changing lines.

This time Locke’s expression has changed a little bit, has he paid his full offering this year?

So why did the Knight Palace also send itself to destroy the Bloodblade tribe, if it was set off to the Omor Empire three months ago, when he set off a month ago, the Knight Palace had enough time to remind himself to terminate this mission.

Well, if it wasn’t for the Bloodblade tribe to lie in front of them, it was the knight palace that no longer cared about the tribute of the Bloodblade tribe.

Moreover, it is not yet known whether Yi Luoke’s understanding of the intricacies and darkness of the authority within the Omor Empire has finally fallen to the treasury of the Omor Empire.

Regardless, since the Knight Palace did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, then he will presume to complete the mission.

Before waiting for Locke to say anything, someone on the scene was more anxious than him.

"Demons confuse the people!" Singer, the leader of the Grey Wolf tribe, somehow came to the blood-blade tribe envoy, unexpectedly wielding a machete, with a split-style grudge, and tearing Santye's skin without any obstacles. A, muscles, bones.

This prairie witch doctor with intermediate magic apprenticeship has a strange place in his head before even a decent magic method has been used.

Suddenly bloody, let the gray wolf tribe people who are paying attention here have a lot of turmoil with the blood-blade tribe people.

There were only rows of imperial indifferent imperial soldiers standing upright in place, without messing with the sudden bloody smell.

Some blood even splashed on the faces of several soldiers around, but these soldiers were still unmoved like stone statues.

"Children of the gray wolf tribe, let me kill!" Perhaps in order to make Locke determined, Singer turned his horse and waved his arms, leading thousands of elite gray wolf tribes, rushing towards the blood with mighty force Before the Blade Tribe.

Thousands of cavalry sprinted, like the thunder, the gray wolf tribes, led by their leaders, rushed to the blood-bladed tribes that were enemies against them for generations.

In front of the Blood Blade tribe, facing the sudden attack of the Gray Wolf tribe, several high-ranking tribal seniors almost rushed forward with wielding scimitars. They used to be honest gray wolves in front of their Blood Blade tribe. Horde, rebellion now?!

Higua, who was at the forefront of the formation, saw that the battle was inevitable, sighed, and asked the gray-robed man behind him, "What does the Lion Roar tribe say?"

"The second leader of the Lion's Roar tribe rejected our request and returned the two boxes of treasures we presented." The gray robe said in a low voice.

The Lion's Roar tribe is around the Timusan River Basin. The nearest large tribe, with 160,000 people, is the first leader of the current tribe and is said to have formal knighthood strength.

Hearing the gray robe, Higuain's facial expression did not change much, but anyone familiar with him could find that this tribal leader's adult face had a trace of death and decay.

"No one can defeat the Blood Blade Horde! Unless he stepped over my body!" Higuain screamed, inspiring the blood of the Blood Blade Horde's people.

"Roar!!!" The high-sounding harmony came from Higuain's Guards, the elite warrior of the Blood Blade Tribe-Ranger Rangers.

Under the leadership of the leader, Iguain, the Blood-Blade Tribe, nearly ten thousand young and powerful tribes, brandished a scimitar and rushed to the attacking Gray Wolf tribe without fear.

The fierce collision started, and the two sides immediately entered the stage of fierce heat in the moment of hand-over.

The sharp scimitar is a weapon for harvesting life. The prairie people love the scimitar and abandon the armor. Every warrior uses his own solid muscles to resist the split of the scimitar.

The result is conceivable, without the strength above the mid-level servant, how can ordinary life ignore the sharpness of iron.

This is the most chaotic war that Locke has seen. The two sides have no rules and regulations, and they are all fighting with their lives. The leader does not dispatch his men, but instead acts like a reckless man. .

Blood and scars are the glory of men. The prairie men interpreted this perfectly. Singer's elite cavalry and Higuain's rangers had just rushed in, and almost everyone was injured.

Blood was still dripping from his wrist, but he was like a boring person, roaring and waving a scimitar, splitting towards the enemy in front of him.

This type of play also has its effects. For example, both sides have perfectly dispersed the other's formation and divided the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke ordered the imperial soldiers to press up and use the perfect and solid formation to disperse the resistance of the blood-bladed tribe, the situation of the war would become clear.

Maybe a few months ago, it was the young and middle-aged armed of the blood-bladed tribe of ordinary herders. How could it be an opponent of the elite corps of the Omor Empire.

However, Locke did not do so.

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

If Locke does not move, the imperial army will not move. They are waiting for the orders of their chiefs.

At this time, the people behind the Gray Wolf Tribe Palace not far from Locke had a lot of commotion. The current situation of the Gray Wolf Tribe Warriors on the battlefield is not good. A total of four thousand of them, although they have spent a few years keeping up The sharp convenience is also difficult to get well in the blood-striking tribe.

Breaking away from the elders of the clan, Singer's daughter rushed to a place less than fifty meters away from Locke, and was finally stopped by the Imperial Guards, "Brother Locke, why don't you let your soldiers go up, father now they are very Danger!"

There was confusion and anger in Silk's voice, as well as some bleak seeing through some essence.

Locke didn't answer her words, his eyes were looking closely at the battlefield ahead.

The first-level knight is indeed invincible in the formation of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person. Even if he breaks through the massive fighting spirit obtained by the formal knight, Locke believes that after killing hundreds of ordinary people , I will also fall into exhaustion.

This is a war for ordinary people. Since it is a war, there must be casualties. Locke’s decision is to replace the casualties of the Imperial soldiers with the casualties of the Gray Wolf tribe, which will directly affect his assessment of this mission.

The death and injury of the gray wolf tribe people may have caused him some guilt ten years ago, but since the return of the plane war, Locke’s mentality has changed a lot.

Activated Goblin Plane, but hundreds of millions of activated goblins, all became slaves and forbiddens of magicians and knights in the western three islands. They were swallowed by them as food desserts, what is the difference between cattle and horses.

This is a world of weak meat and strong food, the weak need no mercy!