Now the Bloodblade tribe is still fighting on the battlefield, the tribe leaders who are above the middle rank sergeants. After Higuain, the Bloodblade tribe has not ushered in the defeat that Locke imagined.

Just like a killer hidden in the darkness, at high speed, except for some high-level attendants and witch doctors who compete with intermediate magic apprentices, who can see Locke's actions, the remaining ordinary grassland people can only watch their compatriots die one by one.

Once again, Locke began to find his next goal as a high-level servant-level prairie man.

The flexibility and speed of the eagle fighting spirit made Locke feel like a fish in water on the battlefield, and no one could withstand his attack.

"That person named Higuain is also quite capable." If he had to say that one person resisted Locke's attack, Higuain, the leader of the Bloodblade tribe, was one, but he had to withstand it with his own life.

If you look closely, you will find that when Locke collided with Higuain's sword, a little curling occurred in the subtlety of Locke's cold iron sword.

After all, it is a long sword suitable for the Knight Servant Stage. Locke has been promoted to a formal knight. After this battle, he needs to find a long sword with his identity, and so is the armor.

The battle lasted for an afternoon. In the final stage, in order to suppress the resistance of the people of the Bloodblade tribe as soon as possible, Locke decisively summoned the scorpion dragon Femo from the space flute.

Since Locke advanced to the official knight, Fermo has also gained a lot of benefits under the synchronized effect of the mental contract. After waking up for two months, Fermo has not been directly promoted to a level monster, but he has also stood at the peak of the level monster.

Fei Mo, who only had a layer of window paper left before the level monster, even with Locke's current strength, would have to work hard.

Eight meters away, Femo, who was close to nine meters in height, had already surpassed his scorpion dragon brothers and sisters, and looked at his parents, Scorpion Dragon Lord Adam Less and his wife.

Adamlis' height is about fifteen meters, while his spouse Shiva's height is about twelve meters.

The appearance of the Scorpion Dragon directly dismantled the formation of the people of the Blood Blade Tribe.

Warcraft also exists on the prairie. Due to the limitations of grassland species and environment, high-level warcraft are not known for their body shape.

With Femo's physique, he has surpassed the giant beasts raised by the grassland people.

High-level monsters may not be huge in size, but those with huge sizes are generally high-level monsters. This is the screening of the laws of the jungle and the direction of passive evolution of monsters.

Before he could release his evil spirit, just standing there, the huge scorpion dragon defeated the last courage of the people of the Bloodblade tribe.

The disadvantages of exploding thousands of miles away and failing to undergo strict militarization training are revealed at this time.

Countless ethnic groups from the Bloodblade tribe, the dead bodies and wounded people from all over the land, rushed to flee.

When Locke continued to chase and kill the people on the Bloodblade Tribe's killing list, he ordered Fei Mo to kill those giant beasts.

After an afternoon of fighting, each of the giant beasts of the Three Blood Blade Tribes had dozens of scratches and bites wounds on its body, and its combat ability was reduced by more than just one level.

Facing the aggressive scorpion dragon, the lizard beast of the Three Bloodblade Tribe left the final cry.

After being promoted by Locke, Fermo's mental power has improved, his physique and strength have also improved a lot of wisdom.

The long and narrowed long eyes narrowed slightly. When Fei Mo hit him with a force of ten thousand pounds, his body accidentally scratched his friendly army, and a platypus that was the worst injured.

"hiss!!"

"quack"

Platypus and those hit by Fermo

The lizard beast let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Without waiting for the remaining two lizard beasts to do anything, a dark energy ball with amazing energy fluctuations gathered in the scorpion dragon's mouth and shot towards the lizard beast closest to it.

The giant beasts tamed by grassland people are creatures that have not understood the power of elements. Their strength is rated as high-level, but they may not be really an opponent of high-level monsters, let alone Fei Mo is not a high-level monster.

After experiencing the tragic war, it is unknown whether they can still pose a threat to the scorpion dragon.

The setting sun in the west has been reluctant to dissipate, and the entire prairie is immersed in a rich red background.

The Bloodblade Tribe's 40,000 people and 10,000 young and middle-aged people survived under the joint strangulation of the Gray Wolf Tribe and the Omoru Emperor**. The remaining 30,000 old, weak, women and children were also killed by the Gray Wolf tribe, causing nearly 6,000 injuries.

This caused the Bloodblade Tribe to plummet from a famous middle-class tribe on the Saka Grassland to a third-rate level. Without a strong leader and a strong young and middle-aged tribe, it is still a question whether the old and weak of the Bloodblade Tribe can spend this winter safely.

Compared with the miserable Bloodblade tribe, the Gray Wolf tribe is slightly better. Singer's original move to preserve his strength and send only half of his clan members to fight was simply a wise move.

If one is not my race, his heart will be different. How could the people of the Omor Empire truly help their tribe? That cold and terrifying first-class knight left a deep impression on the people of the Gray Wolf Tribe.

Although the people of the Grey Wolf Tribe, they knew that they had been cheated by the Omore people, they met with the senior executives on both sides as if nothing had happened.

"Knight Locke, thank you for your help. Here are the vast majority of the treasures of the Bloodblade Tribe!" In the setting sun, the leader Singer smiled and pulled Locke to a piled wooden box.

There are two boxes of yellow-young gold, five boxes of precious silverware, and some strange antique-like items with a strong grassland folk flavor.

Most people in the grassland are honest. The boxes that hold things are two meters wide and one meter high, which are larger than the treasure chests that Locke had seen before.

Locke naturally couldn't do anything to the honest people. As Singer's eyes twitched, Locke took away two boxes of gold and four boxes of silver. He still had a little bottom line, at least leaving a box of silver for the Gray Wolf Tribe.

There were still more than a dozen antiques from the grassland in cloth bags, and these things had no magic fluctuations, nor were there any artistic cells that Lock could understand. I believe that it would not be sold for a good price to bring back to the Omore Empire, so I simply gave them all to the Gray Wolf Tribe.

This move made Singer, the leader of the Gray Wolf Tribe, breathed a little. The nobles of the Omor Empire could not appreciate these antiques, which did not mean that they had no value on the prairie.

Some leaders of large and medium-sized tribes like these things. When they get Shishiyin, a famous trading town in the Saka Grassland, Singer can also recover some of the losses of the Gray Wolf Tribe.

Following Singer, his children were also his pair of children. Singer was well protected. On the dangerous battlefield on all sides, the two were only slightly injured.

Xin, who was wrapped in a green turban on her head, and a layer of gauze wrapped in her left arm, seemed to have hurt her muscles and bones. Locke threw him a bottle of recovery potion.

The potion made by alchemists is a rare object on the prairie. This potion that can provide the effect of the fatal wounds of high-level servants. It is definitely a waste of time to treat arm injuries to Xin.

For Locke's generosity, the young man Xin thanked him in a humble and arrogant manner.

A red-colored silk is not as stunning or elegant as when I first met. There is one dirty piece after another on my face, and there is even one on the right side of my cheek.

The blood stain, I don’t know if it’s hers or someone else’s.

Seeing that he only had losses caused by the qi and blood stimulation, and no other external sores and wounds, Locke gave her a low-level mental power recovery potion prepared by Grace.

The mental power recovery potion flashing with golden liquid was obviously not an ordinary product, but Si bit her lip and refused to accept it. Finally, she was scolded by Singer in a hurry, and then she thanked her reluctantly.

This girl is still worried about Locke's postponement of the attack. It cannot be blamed for Locke. Locke let the Gray Wolf Tribe block the most intense first wave of attacks of the Blood Blade Tribe, and weakened the living power of the Blood Blade Tribe. This move left the Gray Wolf Tribe with two thousand corpses here.

These tribe members are usually all the uncles and uncles who treat her very well in the tribe. They suddenly died in battle, leaving unforgettable pain on the immature silk thread.

It was a disaster for the Gray Wolf tribe, and it was a blessing for the Emperor* people. In this battle, the loss of personnel of the corps of 5,000 people was controlled within 500 people, which was one of the rare great victory!

When the battle ended, everyone packed up the bodies of relatives and friends, gathered weapons and knives dipped in blood, Locke also focused on the four blood-colored diamond crystals in his hand with great enthusiasm.

This thing is the top blood essence that the grassland beast gathers all its blood energy and gathers in its heart. For the knights, it is more precious than the quasi-level monster crystal core.

The dozens of blood essence given by Singer and those blood essence seized from the Bloodblade Tribe have become the use of Locke, the official knight, and the effect is quite small. Only this top-quality blood essence produced by a giant beast can promote his current strength.

Among the four top-quality blood essences, three lizard giant beasts from the Blood Blade Tribe and one duck-billed giant beast from the Gray Wolf Tribe.

These blood essences were handed over to Lock by the scorpion dragon Femo. As for the dead giant beasts, they were beaten to the teeth.

The prairie giant beast with strong blood is really a great tonic. With the appetite of the scorpion dragon swallowing petroleum and turning into gold, it will be overwhelmed after eating the whole head. Fortunately, the weather is getting colder, and this thing will not be broken even if it is left outside for a few days.

Locke had wrapped the head of Higuain, the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe, put it in the space ring to save it. Locke also personally checked and confirmed the body of the leader of the Blood Blade Tribe.

Even if the mission is completed at this point, the blood-blade tribe of tens of thousands of tribes has been annexed in just one day, which is really shocking.

Singer, who had witnessed Locke's true strength on the battlefield, still showed attentiveness and hospitality even though Locke was placed in front of him.

"Knight Locke, aren't you a guest in the Gray Wolf Tribe for two days?" Three days later, Singer stayed outside the Arisano Basin.

"No, let's just leave." Locke said.

After saying that, without waiting for Singer's expression, Locke left, and the Imperial Corps stationed beside him rushed into the distance like a awakened giant beast.

Seeing Locke's figure getting farther and farther away, the smoke and dust of the Emperor's team also drifted farther and farther away. Singer said to Singer, who had been following him, "Do you know why I'm so afraid of this official knight?"

Xin was silent.

"Because he is stronger than the first-level leaders of the large tribes I have ever seen, and if I read his age correctly, he should be less than forty years old." Singer said.

Singer, who looks middle-aged, is actually forty-nine years old this year. He really can't imagine how much opportunity and life-and-death experience a knight needs to advance to level before he is forty.

"Take good care of your sister, she's still young." Singer sighed. With more than a dozen sons and daughters under him, only Xin has the potential to inherit his Gray Wolf Tribe.
Chapter completed!