Lord of all tribes

Chapter 348 Burst of Gunpowder

Obviously, these orcs, like the centaurs, were cornered.

The idea of ​​survival prompted them to raise their swords, bows and arrows, and sing praises for their destiny!

Natas tightly held the big golden bow in his hand. This bow is very big. The bright golden color makes this big bow extremely dazzling. The sun shines on the big golden bow through the dense leaves. The reflected golden light gave Nasta a feeling of obsession.

The centaurs have no way to retreat.

Behind him are the old and weak women and children of the centaur tribe, the foundation and hope of the centaur tribe.

The advantage of centaurs lies in their sensitive mobility. If there is no pressure, they can freely shuttle through the jungle, shoot out one after another deadly arrows, and then watch their enemies and prey in their arrowheads with satisfaction. down to death.

This was a hearty thing, but now it seems that it is not so exciting.

Those female centaurs and little centaurs couldn't survive the turbulent attack wave of orcs at all, but they were also the hope of the centaurs to take off and glory.

It is impossible for the centaur warriors to abandon them and flee alone.

They must hold bows and arrows to fight against the rough-skinned orcs.

When the half-orcs approached, they had no choice but to pull out the daggers at their waists and take out the remaining bone arrows behind them. These were their sharp weapons for close combat.

The ferocious half-orcs rushed up one by one, and the centaur warriors, who were at a huge disadvantage in numbers, were gradually eaten away, and the battlefield was filled with blood and rain.
Nasta felt like he was going crazy, he was going crazy by the atmosphere.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want the group to perish.

He is the king of the centaur clan, and he should take on the responsibility of protecting the entire centaur clan, but now, he can only stand there holding a golden bow that symbolizes his status, watching the centaur warriors one by one Die, helpless.

This feeling is not good.

The eyes of the centaur king Natas were bloodshot, even if he couldn't change the whole situation of the battle, which was massacred one-sidedly, but he still had to open his eyes wide to witness this cruel and cruel situation. Helpless reality.

He is the king, he is the hope and support of the entire centaur tribe, he cannot fall, and no accidents can occur.

When the blood in his eyes gradually affected his vision, Natas vaguely saw black figures coming out from the side, and they rushed straight to the formation of the orc army, cutting it off from the middle.

Natas wanted to try his best to open his eyes, but he found that he couldn't do it anymore. He was too tired from the high nervous tension for a long time. He tried to take a few steps forward, his body staggering.

Someone supported his body from behind, and Natas broke free. He closed his eyes and continued to walk forward;

Natas stepped on the body of a dead centaur, and he fell down unexpectedly. He fell to the ground. There was a lot of water on the ground, and the water had a strong smell of blood. Natas tried to lick it. After taking a sip, the water was very astringent.

Chester's pupils constricted, and he patted his head vigorously, feeling that he must have misread it, but when the first half-orc fell into a pool of blood, Chester's huge lion head shook left and right, He understood, he was not mistaken, these are all true.

The human army did not know when it appeared on his flank, and quickly cut into the half-orc army formation.

They wore black armor and held silver-white sabers. Rows of sabers hacked down, and the heads of the half-orcs fell one by one.

Chester's face turned red, and he roared loudly, causing all the orcs to rush up, his eyes began to bloodshot, it was these hateful humans, otherwise they plundered food and grass, that caused the half-orcs to die last winter. Without enough food to feed their stomachs, they froze to death and starved to death.

It has become a habit for half-orcs to plunder food and grass from the territory of the human race. They think this is a matter of course, and the food and grass planted by the human race are for them to survive the cold winter.

So every year, the hungry Orcs initiate the Moon of the Hunt.

They hunted the human race in the northwest of the Reynolds Kingdom as prey, carried away all their living food, and then released a group of human race to continue farming on this land. They waited for the harvest season, and they came to harvest again, and so on. back and forth.

They are used to it, and they take it for granted in their cognition.

They feel that doing so is justified and understandable.

After this sad habit is formed, suddenly one day they don't act in accordance with their habit, they will feel unaccustomed, and they will yell loudly with righteous words.

This is a sad race!

Luo Lin had a sneer on his face. He didn't have much affection for half-orcs. There are still many half-orc captives in Garadi's territory. The purpose of their existence is to provide cheap labor for various mines.

These extremely selfish, inflated, and pampered half-orcs are defective products fabricated by the Creator. Their existence is a mistake.

The orc kingdom did not recognize their existence, and drove them out of the orc kingdom. They were forced to come to the forest of death, and they began to rob races that were weaker than them, and entrusted the plundered nutrients to themselves to continue.

Half-orcs interpret the survival law of natural selection to the extreme.

They are strong, so they can do whatever they want.

Rollin chuckled, and five hundred barbarians had already formed a conical formation and charged towards the army of orcs. Hans led Garadi to lead the three regiments of the first division, followed closely behind, towards the wave of war Pounced on.

Finally, there was the First Division of the Seers Legion led by Alva.

The 300 Sairs soldiers of the Third Regiment of the First Division of the Saiers Army chose an appropriate location. They arranged in a neat formation and stopped about two or [-] meters away from the Orc Army.

They started to take off the dwarven muskets on their shoulders, stuffed the ball-shaped ammunition towards the ballistic port familiarly, and pulled the trigger. The iron trigger hit the flint in the gun chamber, sparking sparks and igniting the ammunition. .

With a sound of 'Boom', the gunpowder came out of the chamber, shot out, and hit the half-orcs with rough skin and thick flesh. The spherical ammunition hit them, and the gunpowder burst the spherical ammunition. The rough-skinned and thick-skinned half-orcs left distinct marks on them.
(End of this chapter)