On the east bank of the Timusang River, on the flat grassland outside the Arisano Basin, smoke and dust filled the area. From three different forces, a total of 20,000 soldiers gathered here.

One side is the blood-blade tribe tribe with a horse dressed in red, the other hand is the blood-blade tribe with a scimitar, the other side is the gray wolf tribe with a short bow and a long sword, and the other side is the Omortis** people who are in a straight forward and backward and are in a sci-fied iron armor.

Today, the Bloodblade Tribe Rangers, which were famous on both sides of the Timusang River, stopped on the grassland slopes and did not dare to take a step forward. What made them so afraid of was not the Gray Wolf Tribe that had been fighting openly and secretly for decades, but this fully-organized infantry corps of the Omore Empire.

Soon, a two-meter-high man walked out of the Rangers of the Bloodblade Tribe, wearing bright red leather armor, holding a Uz scimitar with a cold front in his hand. Looking closely, he was the chief of the Bloodblade Tribe of Locke's mission, Higuain.

Higuain did not come out empty-handedly, and a box of iron boxes that seemed quite substantial was carried out by two grassland men.

Higuain was indeed a hero. He stood in front of a military formation composed of ten thousand people, his expression remained unchanged. He looked at the direction of the Emperor solemnly. The heavy pressure from there made him unable to breathe.

"Go!" Higuain said to the side.

Two grassland men carried iron boxes and slowly walked towards the emperor under the leadership of a middle-aged man who looked like an envoy.

With Locke's acquiescence, the Emperor did not stop him. The three of them walked all the way to the rear of the Emperor's middle and in front of Locke.

At this time, Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, and his children, were also standing not far from Locke. Seeing this, Singer's face was gloomy and sunny.

"My Knight of the Empire, I am Santye, the chief priest of the Bloodblade Tribe. On behalf of the leader, I presented the most respectful respect to the Bloodblade Tribe to the Knight." The messenger said loudly.

Locke's silence made the priest of the Bloodblade tribe named Santye tighten his heart. To endure the fear of natural enemies, Santye pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed the cover of the iron box beside him with one knife.

"Bang!" The iron lock of the iron box collided with the scimitar to produce a spark. The top of the cover was lifted, revealing rows of blood semen emitting dazzling red light inside.

There are four rows in total, with a total of forty blood essences. The Blood Blade Tribe is quite big, and it is twice as good as the Gray Wolf Tribe at one move. Not to mention that under the blood essence, there are countless jewelry and gold that can shine in the eyes of flowers.

"This is the meeting gift from the Bloodblade Tribe to the Imperial Knights. I hope you can accept it!" The messenger shouted in the imperial ** formation with his teeth.

At this time, he was not only under the pressure of Locke, a first-level knight, but also under the strong oppression of thousands of emperors. He could maintain calmness in such a scene. Santye, the chief priest of the Bloodblade tribe, made Locke feel a little interested.

At the intermediate magic apprentice level, Santye is one of the top figures of the Bloodblade Tribe that Singer gave him yesterday.

Forty blood essences and jewelry worth about 100,000 gold mols were also impressed by Locke's wealth, but this could not help but eliminate Locke's will to destroy the Bloodblade Tribe.

"Three months ago, the envoys of the Bloodblade Tribe had already gone to the Omor Empire and delivered all this year's tribute. Hope Lord." Seeing that Locke was still cold, Santye gritted his teeth and finished his already-drafted lines.

Lock's expression changed a little now. Has he paid all the offerings for this year?

Then why did the Knight Palace send itself to destroy the Bloodblade Tribe? If it set out for the Omor Empire three months ago, when it set out one month ago, the Knight Palace had enough time to remind itself to terminate the mission.

Then, if it weren't for the Bloodblade Tribe lying in front of you, or the Knights' Palace no longer cared about the little tribute of the Bloodblade Tribe.

Moreover, based on Locke's understanding of the intricacies and darkness of the power institutions within the Omor Empire, it is still unknown whether the tribute of the Bloodblade tribe finally fell into the Omor Empire's treasury.

Regardless, since the Knights Palace did not explicitly ask him to terminate this mission, everything will be based on completing the mission.

Before Locke could make any statement, someone at the scene was even more anxious than him.

"The evil words confuse the crowd!" The leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, Singer, walked to the envoy of the Bloodblade Tribe at some point. He accidentally swung the scimitar. The sharp edge of the Dou Qi with a split nature, tore Santie's skin armor, muscles, and bones without any obstacles.

This prairie witch doctor with the ability of an intermediate magic apprentice had his head and head left without even using a decent magic method.

The sudden blood caused a lot of turmoil among the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe who were paying attention to it and the people of the Bloodblade Tribe. The war horses neighed and screamed, and it was about to break out.

There were only rows of solemn and cold emperors standing upright, without being distracted by the sudden smell of blood.

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

"Sons from the Gray Wolf Tribe, follow me to kill!" Perhaps in order to make Locke make up his mind, Singer turned over and waved his arms, and led thousands of elite troops from the Gray Wolf Tribe to rush towards the Bloodblade Tribe formation.

Thousands of cavalry ran and were as powerful as thunder. Under the leadership of their leaders, the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe rushed towards the Bloodblade Tribe, which had been enemies of them for generations.

In front of the Blood Blade Tribe, facing the sudden attack of the Gray Wolf Tribe, several anxious tribe senior executives were about to rush forward with scimitars. The Gray Wolf Tribe, who was honest in front of their Blood Blade Tribe, is now going to rebel?!

Higuain, who was at the forefront of the military formation, sighed and asked the gray-robed man behind him, "What do you say about the Lion Roar Tribe?"

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

The Lion Roar Tribe is the nearest large tribe around the Timusang River Basin. It has 160,000 ethnic groups and is the first leader of the current tribe. It is said to have formal knight-level strength.

Hearing the words of the man in gray, Higuain's facial expression did not change much, but those who are familiar with him could find that there was a hint of death and decay on the face of the tribe leader.

"No one can defeat the Bloodblade Tribe! Unless he stepped over my body!" Higuain shouted loudly, inspiring the last blood of the people of the Bloodblade Tribe.

"Roar!!" The high-spirited response came from Higuain's personal guard, the most elite Warrior Grassland Rangers in the Bloodblade Tribe.

Under the leadership of the leader Higuain, the Bloodblade tribe nearly 10,000 young and middle-aged tribes were waving their swaying

The scimitar rushed towards the attacking Gray Wolf tribe without fear.

The fierce collision began, and the two sides entered a white-hot stage at the moment of close handover.

The sharp scimitar is a powerful tool for harvesting life. The people in the grassland love scimitars and abandon armor. Every participant uses his solid muscles to resist the scimitar's split.

The result can be imagined. Without the strength of an intermediate Servant or above, ordinary lives can ignore the sharpness of iron tools.

This is the most chaotic war Locke has ever seen. Both sides have no rules and are completely fighting with their lives. The leader does not dispatch his subordinates, but instead rushes back and forth like a reckless man, and goes straight to the inside of the enemy.

Blood and scars are the glory of men, and the grassland men perfectly interpret this. Singer's elite cavalry and Higuain's rangers rushed in for a while, almost everyone was injured.

Blood was still dripping on his wrist, but he was still like a shaking man, roaring and waving his scimitar and slashing at the enemy in front of him.

This kind of fighting style also has the effect. For example, both sides perfectly dispersed the opponent's formation and divided the battlefield into several pieces.

At this time, as long as Locke orders his subordinates to press forward and use a perfect and solid military formation to disperse the resistance of the Bloodblade Tribe, the situation of the war will become clear.

How could the young and middle-aged armed forces of the Bloodblade Tribe, which was still an ordinary herder a few months ago, be the opponent of the elite Corps of the Omor Empire?

However, Locke did not do that.

He looked at the battlefield thousands of meters away from him with a cold look. This huge flesh-and-blood mill had a passing life every minute and every second.

If Locke doesn't move, the Emperor's team won't move. They are waiting for the orders of their superiors.

At this time, the people behind the Grey Wolf Tribe, who were not far from Locke, had a great uproar. The situation of the Grey Wolf Tribe warriors on the battlefield is very bad. Although they have taken advantage of the convenience of raising their energy for several years, it is difficult for them to get better in the battle between thousands of people in the Bloodblade Tribe.

Breaking free from the pull of the elders in the clan, Singer's daughter Si rushed to a place less than fifty meters away from Locke, and was eventually stopped by the imperial guards. "Brother Locke, why don't you let your soldiers go up? Father and the others are in danger now!"

There is confusion, anger, and desolation in Si's voice.

Locke did not answer her words, his eyes were looking at the battlefield ahead.

The first-level knight is indeed invincible in the military formation composed of ordinary people, but how many people can he kill with one person? Even if he gains a massive amount of fighting spirit after breaking through the official knight, Locke believes that he will be exhausted after killing hundreds of ordinary people.

This is a war for ordinary people. Since it is a war, there will inevitably be casualties. Locke's decision is to let the casualties of the Gray Wolf tribe replace the casualties of the Emperor* people, which will directly affect his assessment of this mission.

The casualties and injuries of the Gray Wolf tribe may have made him feel guilty ten years ago, but since he returned from the Plane War, Locke's mentality has changed a lot.

The plane of the revitalized fairy is hundreds of millions of revitalized fairy, all of which have become slaves to the magicians and knights in the West. They are forbidden to eat and dessert as food and desserts. What is the difference between it and cattle and horses?
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