Take Taobao with you to another world

Hearing these words, Ogg suddenly turned his head to look at his most trusted tribal shaman, and met the unquestionable cold eyes of the other party. He wanted to say that this level of loss was acceptable, even if The opponent's strength talent is beyond imagination, and the intensive attack just now will consume at least half of the opponent's mana. The spells cast immediately are not as good as they can prepare in advance. As long as the team is reorganized, they can restore the chaos.

But he knows better, whose judgment should be trusted at this time.

The shaman's attendant ran back under the scolding of the master, and soon after, he took out a bunch of boxes with a nervous face. Ogg urgently selected dozens of brave fighters and handed them all to Yale .Instead of watching the process of those warriors swallowing the scarlet crystal that sealed the worm body, he stepped on his mount and led a group of troops towards the chaotic battlefield.

The pitted ground that was bombed by shells made it difficult for the horses to run, but it was not an obstacle for the Biss knights who lived with their beast brothers. They were originally the elite of the Sacher tribe. It shocked them, but when the shelling stopped, under the urging of the captains at all levels, they quickly reversed their formation, raised their swords again, and rushed towards the tiger clan orcs who were still in chaos.

Patriarch Aquinas led the long-awaited part of knights and infantry to follow closely on the floating soil and embers, and the shouts of killing were high, like waves rising and falling. , and gradually adjusted into a well-defined a-shape.Ogg, who rushed to the battlefield to gather his troops and regain their morale, had a tense face. The centurion and thousand commander beside him roared to drive away the orcs who were still in their minds, and gathered them together to face the opponent's menacing charge. This kind of hasty gathering in front of the werewolves whose vigor was getting higher and higher, really seemed a bit weak.

Ogg gritted his teeth, and the side of his face was deeply wrinkled. Even without Scar, these werewolves were still formidable opponents, and his tribe... had been pampered by too many victories of the strong and the weak for too long .

But accepting the fact that the offensive and defensive trends have reversed does not mean that he now believes that he will fail.

Aoge pulled out the ornately decorated long knife at his waist with a bang, raised it high, shook the rein in his hand, and shouted a sentence that was already unfamiliar to him: "Warriors of the tribe, follow me!"

When the werewolf knights thrust their wedges straight into the Tiger Clan's position, there was a heart-pounding roar from behind the Tiger Clan orcs, which seemed to be filled with extreme pain and full of endless rage. The human guards jumped over Ogg one after another and rushed towards the werewolves approaching from the opposite side. Ogg paused his steps, reined in his horse and looked back under his banner.

Among the soldiers rushing back in all directions, like beasts growing out of the ground, figures more than half the height of ordinary people rose up one after another. From a dozen to dozens, dark red giants stood up one by one, with strength on the rise. Flowing under those extremely swollen limbs, the blazing sunlight added a flame-like halo to their blood-copper bodies. These beings that had completely lost the description and reason of "human" raised their heads, and the protruding fangs Fang Fang and bloody eyes even Ogg felt a little afraid.

Even if it is not the first time he sees these things, Ogg will feel a little uneasy about them every time. He still believes in the beast god, but the power of the shaman in Yale seems to be beyond the scope allowed by the gods, but this uneasiness It doesn't affect Ogg's reliance on Yale Shaman at all. Like every time in the past, he believes that as long as they work together, they will surely win.

Another dozen or so cavalry rushed to the front of the formation, behind them, and then the first "beast" stepped forward.Following the scent of the bait, more "beasts" followed with heavy steps.

Except for those who were unable to look back at the werewolf fighting in front of the battle, the tiger orcs at the rear looked at these suddenly appearing creatures with almost horrified eyes. Being slapped horizontally by those beasts, he flew up far away and landed somewhere else, his life or death unknown.Not only the Tiger Clan, but also the Werewolf and Fox Clan, who are pushing the front line forward with all their might, have also discovered these huge creatures.

Gray Wolf Keel wiped the sweat off his face, stared at the red animal shape in the distance, and hissed, "What is this!"

"I've never fought a battle like this..." Boss said in a low voice. He turned his head and saw dozens of steps behind him. String, and then a sharp beam shot over their heads at a monster that was coming.

The fine iron arrowhead pierced its bright red skin, but it couldn't arouse any reaction from it. With the vibration brought by its footsteps, the long arrow trembled slightly, and then slid down.

Patriarch Aquinas frowned and put down his bow and arrow. He didn't know what kind of life it was and where it came from, but he knew that they would only be a threat to them. become stiff.Boss glanced left and right, raised his voice, and roared in his already hoarse voice: "Hold your weapons tight! Do you want to die?!"

The nearby werewolf knights woke up one after another, and Boss looked around angrily: "Where is the fearlessness of the Bees knight? What about the honor of Sachel? There is a stronger force behind us! Go forward, no matter what the enemy is! Crush them and step on them!" Flatten them!!"

The temporarily frozen situation changed again, the werewolf knight charged forward again, and the patriarch Aquinas also drove his tribe to press forward. The already loose formation of the tiger tribe orcs retreated step by step due to the sudden force. Those centurions and their little leaders still wanted to maintain the scene, but they also wanted to avoid the way they advanced after having seen the brutality of those "beasts", and the retreating front line suddenly became crowded.And in the chaos, the Tiger Clan knights who were holding something aloft came straight forward. They turned their wrists to throw a double image of them above their heads, and then let go suddenly, throwing them far into the werewolf formation.

The gray wolf raised its knife and slapped a gray object that was coming towards him, and then heard a "crack", something in the shape of water drops fell, and more gray eggs broke on the ground or under the wolf's claws, and some translucent liquid Spilled out, a strong smell filled the air.

The tiger knights who had completed the task retreated to the two sides. The patriarch Aquinas turned over and picked up a little soil soaked in the liquid and put it on the tip of his nose. He looked up at the red giant beasts in the distance, his face changed, "It's so!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Avoid them from both sides!!" Almost at the same time, the patriarch Aquinas, Gray Wolf Keel and Perth hurriedly ordered around.

The irritating gas volatilized into the air quickly drifted over with the wind. The slow-paced behemoth raised its head and made a search posture. Only a little black pupils turned amidst the blood red, and then aimed at the opposite side. The thick forearms that were still hanging by the sides just now fell to the ground, they bent down, and finally changed from half-human, half-animal to a real animal.

Then, they start running.

Takla supported the barrel with one hand and fine-tuned the angle, closed one eye and aimed at the red target in the distance. A reserve team member knelt straight beside him with a mortar shell in both hands.

"Very well, step aside... I'm no better than that monster. If anyone is killed by the bomb, that's not my problem." He said so, but there was no expression of uncertainty on his face.At the other end of the position, Fan Tianlan also took the position of a gunner. They didn't need observers, only the loader was waiting by the side.

"Ready... 3, 2, 1—launch!"

The scream of the shell ejected sounded again. Boss, who was directing his subordinates to retreat, tightened his back, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky. His sight could not follow the trace of the shell's flight. A huge bunch of blood flowers, ammunition smashed to the ground one after another, eight explosions with very short intervals were connected together, and a white ground was hit in an instant.Surprisingly, only one shell was focused on a giant beast, and the other landing points were not very neat. The most recent one exploded not far from a giant beast, and it was completely blown away, and one forearm was bent at a twisted angle. to the back.

The high-flying soil crackled and hit Perth's armor. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, and the companion beside him said in a trembling voice, whether it was joy or other emotions, "It's them!" , those humans..."

This was a rather adventurous long-distance attack. The appearance of the mutated behemoth forced the artillery positions in the rear to adjust urgently. Although they could see the effect of the attack on this small man-made high ground, they couldn't judge it. Whether you hurt your own people because you got too close.However, the battlefield does not allow too much hesitation and worry, and more importantly, the person who issued the order has no reason to hesitate or worry.

Following the command without hesitation, the loader reloaded.

"3, 2, 1—launch!"

Round after round of artillery fire harvested the lives of the Tiger Clan orcs. The orcs, who had no way to resist this terrible attack, fled in fear, and the "beasts" who pinned Ogg's expectations fell one after another in the flames. , although the fear had disappeared along with their rationality, the strong gunpowder smoke also confused the smell of the bait, and the remaining "beasts" also ran blankly.Those nightmarish flames no longer pursued them closely, but more orcs were killed or killed because of them.

"There he is! Right behind them!" Ogg yelled at his shaman like never before. "I just watched them throw those things over me, man who kills me! Why don't you find him and kill him !"

A rare look of anger also appeared on the face of Yaleli Shaman. He looked at his patriarch with dark eyes: "I want to determine his location, and use enough vicious means to ensure that he will die!"

"Then give me as soon as possible!" Ogg said angrily, "I can see those black-haired humans, kill them too!"

"It's not a difficult task," said the Yaruli shaman, scooping out a long cowhide cylinder filled with incantations that only a voodoo shaman could understand.

Not long after the battle started, the three reserve team members who approached the Tiger Clan camp from the side with their spears on their backs finally found a suitable ambush spot. Their faces were stained with grass juice, and they crawled up the gentle slope and looked about 200 meters away. Tiger camp outside.

"Look at that big guy, right?"

"Look at his armor, and the way he gesticulates..."

"Then the old guy in the robe opposite him, isn't he? The captain said that we should try our best to kill the guy in the robe. That guy is the most troublesome."

"It should be him."

"Go ahead!"

"Will the patriarch fight or not?"

"...Don't fight. Let's kill that old man and run away immediately. Don't compare ears and legs with these orcs!"

Shaman Yale opened the cowhide case, and black insects with sharp beaks crawled out rustlingly, gathering on the back of his hand one by one, forming a hairy ball with many legs. Even though Ogg had already been familiar with his Means, this sight still makes him a little sick.Shaman Yale raised his hand, muttered a spell, and then waved his hand vigorously. The moment the flying insect left the body, three crisp sounds sounded almost simultaneously.

Ogg turned his head suddenly, and Yalerisa burst out with blood on his head, and fell forward.

As a power talent who is good at using insidious means, the Yale shaman has always cherished his own life. He has prepared two for the body of the Great Destiny Technique alone, but not all damage caused by the Body Art It can be transferred, and the inventor and user of this spell will not imagine how to defend against rifle bullets at all.One bullet hit the ground, one wounded the arm of the Yale shaman, and the only fatal bullet pierced his head from behind, opened half of his skull, and split the red and white Sprayed Ogg all over.

No one knows what happened in the camp behind the Tiger Clan. The breathless bombardment completely smashed the Tiger Clan orcs into a mass of scattered sand, but the werewolves and the Fox Clan were also crushed to death. In the same place, let alone the infantry coordination as far away as a dream, these orcs can shrink in place is already a very good result of the leader.

The artillery positions in the rear ignored these, the gunpowder in the settlements was not surplus right now, but they did not hesitate to fight, hitting the bullets bit by bit and pressing backwards, approaching the rear of the Tiger Clan.

The sun was shining on everyone's backs, almost scorching the skin through the clothes, and sweat was left along the sides of the face and arms. The reserve players who were nervously staring at the battlefield ahead didn't care much about it.What they are doing now is almost the same as a drill, but the drill will not have such a real life and death.Their eyesight was excellent, and in the distorted air on the grassland, they could see the broken limbs and broken arms that flew up from every shelling, and the panicked and desperate running of the orcs.This feeling of being in control of someone else's life and death from a safe place can easily turn into a secret, twisted pleasure, but their leader with a strong personality doesn't give them much time to feel it.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Move fast! Are your hands and feet growing backwards?!"

"Where did the landing point go! How many of your own people are you aiming to kill?!"

"Calculation, calculation! Do we have a lot of shells? Let me count them! Those guys are alive and can run! You have to see..." Takla, who was reprimanding him, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed something that flew past his eyes. Then he opened his hand and looked at the black worm whose palm was crushed into debris, "Where did it come from?"

Another black shadow passed before his eyes, and then he heard a snap, and a loader slapped himself on the side of his neck in disregard of his duties. Just as Takla was about to speak, he found that the needle hole where the black worm fell had already started to turn black .His words were abruptly twisted into a curse, and he took a few strides to knock down the reserve team member, took out a dagger from the side of his leg, cut the wound and let him bleed, while Fan Tianlan on the other side was already ordering in a deep voice: "Everyone leave the gun emplacement!" , Roll away on the spot! Xinyang, immediately go to the camp to find the elves! Mushan, send a signal to the front line!"

The werewolves and foxes who finally received the cease-fire signal from the rear finally took a breath. They were also forced by their allies to vent their grievances on the enemies in front of them. It is not too honorable to beat a dog in the water, but in many ways to end the battle , which is indeed quite labor-saving.

The orcs of the tiger tribe looked desperately at the enemies rushing towards them in groups. Some of them turned their heads to look in the direction of the camp. They were running wildly all the way, but behind them was a team of werewolf knights.They bit the tail of the cavalryman, and bit by bit, swallowed it.