Barbarian Throne

"King Battle, you finally couldn't help but attack the temple!"

Zhang Debiao had just set up a defensive circle when he suddenly heard a sigh. The thick sound immediately suppressed the rumbling war drums. It could be heard everywhere on the battlefield, as if the man was talking in his ears. He quickly looked up and saw the soldiers of the temple. The formation cracked open a road, and an extremely huge nine-headed dragon slowly swam out from it. Its dragon-like snake-like head stood up tens of meters high, and its faint eyes looked down at the entire battlefield, exuding a strange feeling that could only be found in wild alien species. Suppress the breath.

This nine-headed dragon is obviously still underage, with only five heads growing out. The bones on the head are jagged, and bone spurs form a fan shape on the back of the head. The triangular giant mouth opens, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth like barbs. Suddenly, five All heads were raised.

hold head high--

The huge roar was like a dragon's roar, immediately sweeping away the chilling atmosphere of the battlefield, adding a wild aura that only existed in the barbaric era!

Different from the giant dragon, the nine-headed dragon's tongue is still a forked snake. This kind of monster is the evolution of the double-headed dragon python, but it is much more powerful than the double-headed dragon python, and is filled with terrifying magic. With so much power, such a behemoth suddenly appeared on the endless grassland, making people feel like they were in a battlefield of ancient gods and demons!

Zhang Debiao saw an elder wearing a crown and purple robe standing on the top of the head in the middle of the nine-headed dragon. He was holding a big sword in both hands. The spine of the sword in the middle was pure red, near the end of the handle. Embedded with a huge wolf eye.

The wolf eyes are still opening and closing, very spiritual, and the hilt of the sword is a wolf head, symbolizing the identity of the holder.

The sound that resounded throughout the world just now was made by this old man.

"He is the Pope of our Silver Moon Wolf Temple!" Morogan leaned into Zhang Debiao's ear and whispered.

Zhang Debiao nodded slightly. What really surprised him was that the Pope of the Wolf King Temple was actually a warrior, not a shaman!

He thought for a while, and then suddenly realized that although the status of shamans on the grassland was high, they did not have much offensive power. Only warriors with extremely powerful force were qualified to be the masters of the temples that ruled a party!

The Pope sighed, and the clear voice sounded again, shocking the whole audience: "King Barter, you have betrayed your own God, and you want your soldiers to betray the God of your faith? You still have time to surrender now. After surrender, you will still He is the king of Byzantium!"

"Surrender? Hahahaha!"

When Zhang Debiao heard this heroic and domineering laughter, he quickly followed the sound and saw a monster covered in giant mail walking out of King Battle's army, with four arms dragging four extremely huge maces. The spikes of the stick plowed the ground into small trenches more than half a meter deep!

This is a Behemoth, a pure power monster second only to the giant dragon. It is called a monster because although Behemoth is in human form, it has four arms, a jackal-like head, and huge fangs!

"Rice balls..." The Behemoth beast exhaled fishy air from its mouth, making a loud sound.

Zhang Debiao discovered that King Battle was standing on the shoulders of the Behemoth, as if he were a tiny person. But in fact, King Battle was extremely tall, nearly two meters, but compared with the Behemoth, he looked extremely small. .

"Lord Pope, stop being childish!" King Barter was holding a nearly two-meter-long eight-petal giant hammer in his hand. The giant hammer was obviously a magic weapon, flashing with a faint blue light, and the hammer head slowly circled the handle. Spin slowly.

His giant hammer and the Wolf King's Sword in the Pope's hand are both legendary weapons. Only such high-ranking figures can possess such weapons.

Although the tourmaline knife in Zhang Debiao's hand is sharp, it still pales in comparison to the legendary weapons.

King Bartl laughed loudly and said: "My Lord Pope, if you were the king of the Byzantine Royal Court, would you still hope to have a temple that is superior to the king? Not only will I knock down the temple of the Byzantine Royal Court tribe from the altar, , and we must destroy all the temples in the grassland! From then on, the grassland will be unified and a land-based divine kingdom will be established. The temples can only be under the king!"

King Barter exhaled a breath of turbid air and said: "The god king who rules the gods of the grassland!"

"This Battle is truly a hero!" Zhang Debiao's face changed slightly. King Battle of the Byzantine Royal Court obviously also saw that the biggest obstacle to unifying the grassland was the divine power that overriding the royal power. Only by knocking down the altars of various temples, the grassland Only then is unification possible!

"If King Battelle does not fail, this will be an opportunity to unify the grassland! I think the same as him. Could it be said that I am also a hero?"

Zhang Debiao shook his head slightly. Although he also saw that in order to unify the grassland, he must first unify the different faiths on the grassland. However, Zhang Debiao knew very well that he did not have the ambition to become a king. Otherwise, he could unify the southern Xinjiang in the Sunset Forest now. The barbarians serve as capital for the struggle for hegemony on the continent.

"Zara!"

The sound of war drums suddenly reached its highest point, and the concentration was terrifying. The soldiers of both armies let out a roar and surged forward like a tide. The ones running at the front were actually the shamans who did not have much attack power!

Zhang Debiao was secretly surprised, but when he saw the shamans rushing to a place where they could shoot, they suddenly threw the totem poles in their hands forward!

A black shadow flashed across the sky, and those totem poles shot into the ground. Milky white halos rippled from the totem poles and quickly spread to the surroundings.

A halo of light dissipated, and then another halo of light was born, layer by layer.

The shaman army quickly retreated, and the first ones to rush up were the wolf knight swordsmen. When they rushed into the halo of the totem pole, their murderous aura suddenly increased, and all kinds of fighting spirit gathered together and shot straight into the sky!

With the help of the totem halo, the speed of the Silver Moon Giant Wolf and other mounts increased instantly, and they roared towards the center of the battlefield, crashing into each other, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, various magics from the magic legion flew through the sky, and the dazzling magics fell into the enemy's back line with loud noises!

This is the war in the age of magic!

Zhang Debiao has no time to watch these dazzling scenes now. Now, like Moro Gen and others, he has only one purpose, which is to survive on this battlefield!

Among the seven of them, only Yi'er, the cult saint, remained calm and composed, as if she didn't care about the thousands of troops rushing towards her. Seeing her being so calm, Zhang Debiao calmed down. Looking at the armies of both sides that were getting closer and closer, he joked: "Lord Saint, what did Tutu say to you on the way? Why did you blush when you saw me? You didn't tell me If so, I will die with my eyes open.”

Yi'er chuckled and said, "Tutu said that if I buy prairie pony boots and pure white cloud-head lady boots, I can ask you for reimbursement."

Zhang Debiao couldn't help laughing, and vibrated the tourmaline knife vigorously. The three-meter-long giant blade suddenly buzzed, and the various magic arrays on the blade were immediately activated, and each of the strange runes lit up. He said with a smile: "Okay! As long as you can get out alive, we’ll buy as many pairs as you want!”

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I wanted to shout that today is my birthday, but I just celebrated my birthday the day before yesterday, so I feel a little embarrassed...

This chapter is called the Epic Battle. It is an epic battle to unify the prairie. The divided prairie begins to unify, which is enough to be called an epic.