Locke's inaction made Silk, who was spoiled since childhood, feel the coldness of the heart for the first time. This man's indifference to death made Silk scared.

Unlike Si, who was entangled with Locke and wanted him to send troops to fight, Xin, a older and more mature brother, saw that his father, brother and elders were in danger, he immediately made a decision to call the only elite remaining in the Gray Wolf tribe, and galloped up to support Singer and others.

The elite troops behind the hundreds of people led by Xin entered the flesh and blood mill with more than 10,000 people, and then they did not even have a splash of water to sink into it.

It is worth noting that after the elder brother Shuaijun set off, the little girl Si also turned over and followed without saying a word.

Silk has good qualifications, and may have been trained at a large cost by Singer. She has the strength of a low-level servant at a young age. Her weapon is a short redwood bow, a short bow with only the length of her arm, which is suitable for women with weaker strength.

"Will it be too cruel for us to do this?" At this time, Sith, who was also staring at the battlefield next to Locke, couldn't help but say.

He was not feeling sorry for the losses of the Gray Wolf Tribe, but he was just feeling a little emotional about the experience of the little girl Si.

Lock did not answer the words of the Sith, and his eyes remained on the five giant beasts on the battlefield with a height of nearly eight meters.

The huge size gives them unparalleled power, and the fighting style of the earth and mountains makes every grassland person who is slightly closer to them be careful whether he will be crushed to death by the giant palms that suddenly fall from the sky.

The two gray wolf tribes had some scars on their bodies, and the other three giant beasts in the Blood Blade tribes were not feeling well. This should be a variant of the lizard. The scales on their bodies were torn apart by the two platypus, and one of them had blood flowing even more.

"The essence of blood essence is the solid after the blood of the giant beast's heart is dried up. If you swallow the giant beast's heart directly, you don't know what the effect will be." Locke unconsciously licked his tongue and looked at the five giant beasts on the battlefield, as if he saw five moving treasure houses.

The strength assessment of giant beasts is generally high-level monsters. For opponents of this level, ordinary knights will definitely have a headache when they see it. Even Locke before the promotion, he is not willing to fight against such thick skin and flesh in his quasi-knight posture.

But now it's different. The powerful cutting power of the official knight's fighting spirit can ignore the defense of all creatures below the quasi-level monster.

Seeing that the battle on the battlefield was almost going on, the green grassland was dyed red and turned blood red at this time, Locke slowly raised his arm.

The five thousand emperor team instantly raised their shields and spears under the command of the commander.

"Drink!" The collective intimidation of thousands of people made the bloodblade tribe and the gray wolf tribe tribe in the battle stunned.

"The whole army attacked!" Amid the long roars of the Sith and the commanders of the corps, the Omor Empire Corps finally began to sharpen the swords at the two medium-sized tribes in the Saka grassland, showing its unparalleled power.

Ten thousand arrows were fired at once, and the emperors used their actions to show the barbaric grassland people in the northwest border why the Omore Empire could stand on the top of the continent.

In the rain of arrows, each soldier can shoot three short arrows in two seconds through the fast crossbow hidden inside the shield.

Ten thousand arrow branches are just appetizers, and the subsequent torch of iron armor is the nightmare for all resisters.

Apart from these most common soldiers, the Empire

The strength of fighting spirit mastered by the non-commissioned officers in the army is far higher than that of the leaders of the Gray Wolf Tribe.

The military standard fighting spirit of the Omor Empire is much richer than the four types of Fostertan's four legions. It is not a problem for people from civilian families to climb up and get the right to choose more than a dozen fighting spirits.

Most of these fighting spirits are mediocre, have no special abilities, and have no matching combat skills. However, since they can be selected by the empire to become the standard fighting spirit of the army, the comprehensive level of these fighting spirits can also be at the middle level.

There are even some types of fighting spirits, which, based on Locke's current experience and experience, are a little better than the eagle fighting spirit he practices.

After all, his eagle fighting spirit is just a general fighting spirit. The only flexibility that can be praised is also dependent on the energy attribute of the wind fighting spirit itself.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. After all the soldiers took neat steps to crush them, Locke also selected several of his opponents.

The leader of the Bloodblade Tribe, Higuain, would definitely not be able to escape. This powerful middle-aged man has cut over three high-level attendants of the Gray Wolf Tribe during the period since the beginning of the battle. His methods are bloody and cruel, which is shocking.

The second is an elderly witch doctor who is comparable to a high-level magic apprentice. The old man killed not strong enemies, but there are quite a lot of them.

Magic has always been a powerful tool for harvesting life on the battlefield. This is an undisputed fact. Nearly a hundred corpses have fallen around. Without a special strong man to deal with it, it is simply a disaster to let such a magician go and rush around.

Fortunately, most of the people who died were members of the Gray Wolf tribe, and Locke didn't feel sorry for him.

In the end, the two second-level quasi-level strong men left, one of which was dragged by Singer. This guy is not weak. It seems that Locke's view that the quasi-level strong men of the Blood Blade Tribe were killed by him.

The other was entangled by a group of powerful men from the Gray Wolf tribe, plus a witch doctor who was comparable to an intermediate magic apprentice.

"Hammer, go and help them! Sith, just take care of yourself!" shouted at the person next to him, and Locke headed straight for Higuain.

Hammer is the commander of this Omor Empire Infantry Regiment, quasi-knightly, and is comparable to Singer's strength. Locke has not communicated much with this person, and he only says a few words when marching.

At this time, the Sith had no need to say, and he had already been away from him and had to squeeze the soft persimmon. It was not too easy for him to save his life on the battlefield.

The moment he was locked by Locke's mental power, Higuain suddenly burst into cold sweats. The threat of death has never been so close to him.

Just now, a cavalry with a mid-level attendant in the Gray Wolf Tribe, with people and horses, split into two. At this time, Higuain was stunned by Locke's huge power.

The application of mental power is the most rogue and effective method for formal knights to deal with knights below level one. The mental impact is learned by Locke without a teacher. The method is very simple. You only need to gather your mental power into a spiral through imagination, and then aim at the target and stab it.

Higuain's stunned gaze lasted for less than a second, but that was enough. Through the massive fighting spirit, Locke took Higuain directly with the most conspicuous flying posture of the official knights, like a deadly god of death.

Having not experienced such a life-and-death scene for many years, Higuain, who is stronger than a brown bear, suddenly remembered when he was a child, which was a picture buried deep in his memory.

Heavy snow

Under the flying grassland cave, a young man holding a short blade was still biting Ziqing's lips while trembling with cold, enduring the hunger in his shriveled belly, and fearlessly facing the snow wolf who was one head taller than him.

"No!!!" Higuain opened his eyes red and shouted loudly. The blood-filled voice and the fighting spirit that inspired the complete body were as if facing the snow wolf decades ago, rushing towards Locke without fear.

"Oh?" Higuain's sudden rise surprised Locke, but that's all.

"What a pity." Locke said in a voice that only he could hear. A cold iron sword was unsheathed. Facing such an opponent, Locke would die decently.

In the confrontation of lightning, only the parties present knew what happened in that moment.

The strong and muscular Higuain wanted to look down at his wound, but the movement was only halfway through, and a dark red blood line appeared at Higuain's jaw.

"Ho, ho" Higuain wanted to say something, but the anger in his chest came out when it reached his neck, and it was depressed, and the hot blood splattered five meters high.

A generation of heroes, Higuain, who obtained the rule of the Bloodblade tribe through force, died there.

On the chaotic battlefield, everyone was concentrating on their enemies, and only a few people noticed Higuain was killed instantly by Locke.

Part of them is the most loyal and elite grassland rangers under Higuain.

"Avenge the leader!" More than a hundred grassland men who were closer to Locke rushed towards Locke on their horses.

Higuain's death not only did not extinguish the morale of these people, but instead aroused their blood.

As an outsider, Locke was not very clear about the importance of loyalty and loyalty by the people of the grassland, nor did he know the friendship between Higuain and his subordinates. However, since these little guys, who were generally only below the middle rank sergeant, came up to die, he didn't mind sending them a trip.

The wave of flesh and blood started again.

The entire battle was actually declared when Emperor** joined and Locke killed the leader of the Bloodblade Tribe.

After the plane war, Locke once again felt the pleasure of harvesting life. He was not a fighting madman, but this sense of superiority of controlling others' lives and standing at a higher level is really good.

Nearly 40% of the fighting energy in his body was consumed, and the result was that the hundred grassland rangers turned into corpses on the ground.

The fighting spirit was freely ruthlessly tearing apart every flesh and body that dared to stand in front of him. Within the range of Locke's battle, ordinary soldiers spontaneously bypassed a lot of space, whether they were the Gray Wolf Tribe, the Bloodblade Tribe, or the Emperor* people.

So much so that after Locke tore up the last prairie ranger, he suddenly looked back and found that there was no enemy around him. All the people close to him were afraid of this murderous devil from the bottom of his heart.

"Does the sudden surge in power lead to the mentality not keeping up?" After Locke had Angelina and other women, he was forced by Angelina and Grace to read a lot of books and understand a lot, and immediately analyzed his current problems.

Seeing that the turmoil around had not stopped, Locke frowned, and before he knew it, there were many casualties and injuries, and at least four thousand people were lying down on the ground forever.
Chapter completed!