Emperor of Arcane

Chapter 283: Owl Leader-Halle (5 updates)

The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset is like fire.

A wisp of cool breeze stirred up ripples on the river surface.

The red blood gathered into a bloody stream, gurgling down.

Half of the Silver Moon River was dyed red, revealing the rippling bright red under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The densely packed corpses were swept away by burly hands.

Occasionally, a few bodies fell down and fell into the Silver Moon River, causing ripples of water.

The cleaned corpses were piled together. Beelzebub poured alchemy oil on them and lit them directly on fire.

Whoops!

The raging flames suddenly rose up, roaring in the air with teeth and claws.

The strong stench floated in the wind, crossed the river and landed on the other side.

"The second thousand-man team was completely wiped out..."

There was no trace of pain in his eyes, only endless cruelty and ruthlessness flashed, and his voice was low and indifferent.

The one who made the sound was a slender figure sitting on a tall horse.

At first glance, his body is not strong. His limbs are all slender, his muscles are strong and tight, and his whole body is full of explosive power.

What's even more impressive is the slightly sunken cheeks, which are as cold as an eagle.

There were a few wrinkles on his bright forehead, but they didn't make him look old. Instead, he revealed an indescribable domineering attitude.

The pale golden fur robe was covered with all kinds of grease, dirt, and blood stains that couldn't be washed away.

Underneath the robe is a piece of dark brown leather armor. The delicate and tight scales are slightly shimmering with translucent halo, which further highlights his mysterious majesty.

There are two long scimitars at the waist, and the blades are full of small gaps. Under the illumination of the setting sun, it exudes a free cold light.

The hands covered with calluses slowly stroked the handle of the knife, giving people a feeling of having gone through many vicissitudes of life.

If Matthew saw him, he would be able to identify him at a glance, as well as the armor and weapons on his body.

Death and Blighter-Owl Leader-Haral!

After hearing his words, the leaders of the surrounding small tribes lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him at all.

When Hallel's eyes glanced over, everyone felt a chill on their necks, and felt as if their heads would fall off in the next second.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, Hallel sighed in his heart.

He escaped the pursuit of General Dongfang, but failed to escape the poisonous wine and hidden arrows of the villain.

Weakness and pain greedily gnawed at his vitality, dragging him bit by bit into the abyss of death.

Hallel couldn't resist, let alone refuse. He glanced at the two sides of the wooden bridge and hummed lowly:

"The last three tribes who arrived will go up first tomorrow, and the others are going to rest."

"Tomorrow morning, we must take down the bridgehead."

"As long as we rush into the Silver Moon River Plain, we can survive!"

Most of the people who heard this breathed a long sigh of relief, except for the expressions of a few tribal leaders hiding in the corner.

They didn't dare to disobey Hallel's order at all, and nodded repeatedly, their eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

Seeing them shrinking and leaving, Hallel sighed in his heart:

"The overlord who once ruled the entire north is now in danger."

"Where is our future? Is it really in the far west, as the prophecy said?"

"But now, the West has arrived!"

Wow!

A light drizzle fell.

Washed on the reddish-brown blood.

A touch of blood red, slowly flowing.

The soldiers who were cleaning the fort glanced at the red sky and focused on the work in front of them.

Beelzebub, who was drenched in light rain, patrolled the entire fortress to ensure that no corpses were missed.

Although the scarlet moon is not so scary nowadays, this habit must be developed.

Matthew looked into the distance and saw densely packed tents, covering most of the coast.

The salty sea breeze blew against Yaya's cheeks, and she happily swam in the rain, tracing flying trajectories.

If it had been before, Matthew would have taken Yaya to break into the camp below.

Now, he no longer has this idea.

Because of the large number of barbarian camps, Matthew had a strange feeling:

"very dangerous!"

It's dangerous to go down, but you'll be fine if you don't go down.

Such a sense of separation made Matthew choose not to alert the enemy.

In such a large barbarian camp, there must be extraordinary-level beings in it.

If the opponent chooses to take action immediately, Matthew will give up this bridgehead.

Then, blow up the bridge.

Then use all your troops to surround and kill the opponent here!

Only by showing your strength can you completely conquer these barbarians!

If the opponent doesn't take action, then fight as originally planned.

Matthew only has two purposes anyway.

The first is to obtain more barbarian populations.

The second is to better train soldiers.

Day 2.

The sky is bright.

The drizzle that had been falling all night has gradually subsided.

The loud sound of the horn signals the arrival of the enemy.

"ah……!"

Amidst the roaring shouts, barbarian soldiers in ragged clothes rushed over from the wooden bridge.

Beelzebub took advantage of his height and saw at a glance that there were about 2,000 of them.

A small tribe!

However, what Beelzebub was confused about was that it was not just the soldiers who were charging, but also the elderly, weak, women and children who were in panic behind them.

Such a decisive fighting style proves that this battle is a life and death battle.

But the question is, shouldn’t the other party need it?

"Our side is just a bridgehead guarded by 500 people."

"You just start studing as soon as you come up. Isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

Matthew's teachings flashed through Beelzebub's mind, and he quickly abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and concentrated on facing the enemy in front of him.

"Crossbow, release!"

Continuous sound of bowstrings sounded, and dense crossbow arrows whizzed down.

A large number of the barbarian soldiers who could not escape died instantly, and they fell on the bridge in pieces.

In particular, heavy crossbows are extremely lethal, and thick crossbow arrows can even pierce three enemies with ease.

The barbarian soldiers who rushed at the front were lucky enough to rush in front of them.

But before they could launch an attack, a row of bright spears suddenly came over.

The barbarian soldiers who had no room to dodge were instantly impaled and fell to the ground without even having time to lift their weapons.

With his eyes widened slightly, Beelzebra shouted loudly:

"Array up, come in!"

The crossbow arrows shooting above immediately became sparse.

More soldiers lined up and pushed past the barbarian soldiers who were rushing towards them.

The shield soldier takes two steps forward and holds the shield with both hands to withstand the attack.

Facing the thick steel shield, even the barbarian soldiers with amazing strength cannot directly break through it!

The spearman took a step forward, and the spear flew out like a snake spitting a message.

Poof!

The barbarian soldiers with no armor could not resist the sharp spearheads and fell in pieces.

Beelzebub, holding a pair of axes, silently looked at the barbarian soldiers rushing towards him, recalling the Lord's words in his mind:

"Wait until their heads are bruised and bleeding, and then capture those injured soldiers. They are very important!"