"stop!"

Amid the crisp shouting, a strong arrow broke through the air, and with a puff, it pierced a foot in front of the Chief's hoof of the Storm Knight. Most of the arrow body was sank into the soil, and the arrow feathers trembled slightly, making a slight buzzing sound.

"Go ahead and shoot your throat with the next arrow."

Amid the warning, Elena, who was staying in the camp, slowly opened the heavy and thickened steel arm long bow again, and the triangular steel heavy arrows with a cold and cold light flashed in the sun.

"Pure steel longbow! Arrows are made of such a large piece of steel!"

Chief Storm Knight looked at the sharp arrow that was two inches long pointed at him, and was indignant: "What a luxury! This can be used as a spearhead!"

Looking at the delicate facial features of the heroic and sassy Elena, her bright emerald eyes, and her long red hair sloping down from her helmet, the chief's eyes were even more greedy: "The lava bloodline of the earth and the flames! This woman..."

Although all kinds of greedy thoughts were circulating in his heart, the chief did not lose his mind because of this.

He knew very well that although there were not many soldiers on the village wall, the front section was only about one hundred people, and the other three sides were guarded by only a dozen people. However, with the tall and thick walls of the camp and the excellent equipment of the soldiers on the opposite side, he would have to pay at least the price of sacrificing hundreds of soldiers to have the opportunity to break through the village wall and break into the camp.

The price for hundreds of young and strong soldiers is too tragic.

Even if you can break the camp and grab the weapons and equipment of the soldiers in the camp, and grab the little beauty with lava blood, it will be really not worth the effort.

So after Elena issued a warning, he raised his hand decisively and signaled the soldiers behind him to stop moving forward.

Then, he raised his head and shouted loudly to the wall of the village: "I am the eldest son of the Storm Tribe's Chief, Reslin. Storm. Now, he is taking my own tribe to the Golden Tent of the Storm Tribe's Chief, and join forces with my father and brothers to fight against the demon cavalry on the grassland!

"The demon cavalry, raging the grassland, massacre, arresting the grassland people, and offering sacrifices to the demons, are the public enemy of our grassland people! At this time, heroes need to stand up against them and protect the grassland people! And I, Lesling, Storm, and my tribe warriors are such heroes!"

His words were righteous and the soldiers behind him were so excited that they cheered loudly.

Resling also stopped talking, listening proudly to the warriors cheering, while staring at Elena with bright eyes, trying to capture a hint of appreciation from her face.

However, until the cheers gradually stopped, Elena was expressionless, with beautiful green eyes and cold eyes, staring at him without blinking, and the heavy arrows of the cold light flashed, pointing at his throat without moving.

Resling's eyes twitched slightly, feeling regretful and angry in his heart, but he barely kept calm on his face and said loudly:

"Listen, we are going to fight the demon cavalry! But you have also seen that although we are many people, we lack armor and weapons. Do you have the heart to watch us brave knights, who use our flesh and blood to fight against demon cavalry whose horses are even covered with iron felt?

"Do you just have the heart to watch, the strongest riders on the grassland, use wooden guns, bamboo spears to fight their steel armor and iron helmets? Use muscles to push their arrows and wear their blades with bones? Can you watch all this?"

At this time, Gesar, who was also left behind in the camp, spoke: "Risling. Storm, what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is already very clear." Resling said in a deep voice: "We need weapons and armor to fight against the demon cavalry. I hope that you can distribute some weapons and armor to us so that our soldiers can also wear steel armor, use steel knives and iron arrows. In this way, we can better kill the enemy and better protect the people of the grassland."

You can also use weapons, armor, break the camp and grab everything, including the little beauty.

Unfortunately, Resling's good eloquence did not impress the soldiers in the camp.

The soldiers on the wall all had expressionless faces and cold eyes. Elena was also unmoved, and the old Niu Gesar even smiled and said two words: "Dream."

"So..." Leslinsen said: "You would rather watch us die than support our just war?"

After a pause, he suddenly glared and shouted loudly: "How can you be so selfish? Are you still grassland people?"

The shouts were like thunder, and the sound shook all directions.

The eight hundred soldiers behind him were loudly shouting and scolding when they heard the sound. The words were filled with contempt and disdain for the camp soldiers. The soldiers on the other three sides and the Storm tribe also heard the chief's scolding and became anxious at the same time.

Even some of the refugees in the camp showed hesitation and even started to talk in a low voice.

They are all survivors who escaped by chance under the iron hoof of the "Demon Cavalry", and they all have the hatred of destroying their families and killing their relatives with the Demon Cavalry.

Of course they wanted to take revenge, but the demon cavalry was powerful and they could do nothing.

And now, there is a brave tribe who wants to fight against the demon cavalry, protect the grassland people, and even avenge them... This makes the refugees in the camp feel a sense of recognition and even admiration.

So some refugees think that Resling makes sense and cannot let the warriors fight against the demon cavalry with simple equipment or even flesh and blood. The camp should take out some weapons and armor and arm them.

In this way, they can better fight the demon cavalry.

Listening to the whispering sounds from the camp, Elena's eyes sank slightly, and she snorted in her heart: "These ungrateful guys have only had a few days of full meals and a few days of safe life, but they actually started to care for outsiders and forget who they are?"

Looking around, she saw that the soldiers were still unmoved and their expressions were firm, so she felt a little relieved: "Yes, the soldiers are still loyal and firm..."

The soldiers are of course loyal and firm.

For these soldiers who suffered great losses because they did not have good weapons and armor, they collapsed at once under the iron hooves of the demon cavalry, and had no power to fight back and lost their homes. For the soldiers who had relatives, the iron helmets and steel armors and magical weapons given by His Highness the Son of God were their lives.

The centaurs outside, who were talking casually, wanted to separate their weapons and armor, and their lives? Dreaming!

Rennareslin said the truth, and the soldiers were unmoved.

"Chief Resling, you just said, are you going to fight against the Demon Cavalry?"

At this time, Gesar smiled again and said, "But I remember that the birthplace of the Demon Cavalry is in the northeast of the grassland. The golden tent of the Storm Tribe is in the northwest. If you want to join forces with the Storm Tribe, you should go northwest. If you want to fight the Demon Cavalry alone, you should go northeast. But why... you come from the north and go south?"

His words were neither too slow nor too loud, but with the help of the wind element, it spread throughout the camp and clearly echoed in the camp, in the ears of every refugee.

After hearing his words, the refugees who were still talking about it in the camp were suddenly stunned.

The tauren is simple and simple, and the centaur is simple and crude. Although his mind is less twisted and turns, these two races are not stupid races with low IQ, but they are much less sensible than humans. There are even smart people like Resling and Gesar.

At this moment, after hearing Gesar's words, the refugees who were still moved by Resling's eloquence had a little touch and realized that something was wrong. If you were going to fight the demon cavalry desperately, why don't you go north but go south instead?

This Linfeng Canyon is the only southward passage within a radius of hundreds of miles, which is convenient for the safe passage of a large group of people. If you don’t go north, what should you do when you come to Linfeng Canyon?

Isn’t this going south to migrate and avoid the devil cavalry’s military front?

After figuring this out, many refugees fell silent in embarrassment and angry.

"This old thing!"

Resling's eyes twitched, staring fiercely at Gesar, who had destroyed his language offensive and calmed down in the camp, his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to capture the camp on the spot and remove the old bull from pieces.

However, since he has such a good eloquence, he certainly would not be as simple and crude as an ordinary centaur. He once again measured the strength comparison between the two sides, evaluated the tragic price that he had to pay for a hard attack on the camp, and finally suppressed his intention to kill himself, waved his hand: "Retreat! Camp on the spot one mile away!"

He was unwilling to lose his troops and generals, so he attacked the camp and prepared to siege the camp and capture the fighter planes.

However, at this moment, a scout suddenly rushed over and announced loudly: "Chief, a small group of people came to the south! They all have iron armor and iron tools! They should be people in the camp!"

"What?" Resling was startled, then he was happy: "How many people are there?"

"Fifty Taurus infantry, twenty centaurs, and one human!"

Leslin laughed: "There are only fifty taurens and twenty centaurs? Everyone has iron armor and iron tools?"

As for that human, he automatically ignored it.

"Yes, they are covered in iron, and everyone has the best iron armor and iron tools!"

The scout's tone was also very excited: "Chief, if we kill them, we will get seventy pairs of iron armor and seventy sets of weapons. Use them to arm the strongest warriors in the tribe and easily capture this camp!"

"Hahaha... This is really Mother Earth protecting me!"

Leslin laughed to the sky: "Warriors, have you heard it? Seventy pairs of iron armor, weapons are coming to your door! Let's go get our weapons, armor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Resling, with his eight hundred centaurs, rolled towards the south under the guidance of the scout.

"Mother Earth is protecting you?"

Looking at the whistling Leslin and others, Gesar, who also heard the scoundrel's announcement, had a hint of pity in his eyes.
Chapter completed!