Hero’s Creed

"If you want a good life, you have to take your life to fight. You used to die, and it was either eaten by fierce beasts and turned into dung, or eaten by other tribes and turned into dung, and now you are dead, you can get buried and get a piece of writing With the tombstone of your name, you can also get a generous pension, enough for your children to grow up!"

Bloodmaul's cold eyes swept past the natives, "The opportunity is right in front of you, don't want to stay in the dragon hills forever, forget your life, fight like a beast, crush all the enemies in front of you!"

"Crush!"

"Crush!"

"Crush!"

Although the formation is messy, the aboriginals have high morale. They believe in the great prophet of the sage wolf and believe in Downton. More importantly, the lives of these days are the most comfortable for them in their lifetime. {3w.

The pocket is filled with gold coins, you can hang out in the human country, you can buy anything you want. As Downton’s subordinates, no one dares to despise them. Instead, those vendors will send smiles and serve them earnestly. In the past, it was impossible to imagine.

Although the hilly aborigines have low IQs, they also understand that if this kind of life is to continue, Downton must be the biggest lord.

In the past, it was desperate for a bite, but now it is desperate for a better life. The indigenous people who have long been out of the fight, hesitate to fight.

"Leave a thousand people, and the rest go back to camp!"

Bloodmaul roars, and the barbarians can do it, and it admits that ogres can do it too.

"You are thin, you go back!"

"Laozi's arm is thicker than your thigh, you say I am thin?"

"What's wrong with thinness? I can still kill people!"

The ogres shoved and shoved, and they were unwilling to return to the camp, and then because of the spat, they evolved into hands-on.

Bloodmaul is used to this kind of thing. Aboriginals don't make sense, whoever has the fist is the best, so he didn't stop his subordinates, and rushed to the king's military camp directly on the war bear.

This is a two-headed ogre, very rare, so the sentries are nervous. Aimed all bows and arrows at him.

"Hey, the king, there are 10,000 people playing against us, of course, even more than double it!"

Bloodmaul shouted, in order to use strong momentum, the staff in his hand was lifted into the sky, and a blue lightning fell from the sky, splitting behind him. It turned into seven blue lightning balls, winding around the body.

Some sentries thought that the blood mallet was about to start. With a shaking hand, they shot a bow and arrow.

Crackling! Crackling!

The blood mallets were too lazy to dodge, the lightning shield blocked them all, he did not go, but stared at the camp, waiting for a reply.

Looked at the ogres. Observers are dumbfounded. What is this? Infighting? But take a closer look. These natives are so strong.

Even the shortest ogres are up to six meters tall. The rich ones are wearing animal skirts, and the poor light eggs are surrounded by a grass skirt around their waists. This instead exposes them to muscles and tendons. come out. Coupled with the horror of turning out your teeth, you don’t need to wear makeup to perform monsters in the Opera House.

Downton couldn't help covering his eyes, the bear gnomes that came out were the worst, and they were also two meters tall muscles ~ sticks, but they were directly caught by the tall ogres and thrown out more than ten meters away. These guys don't know how to keep their hands. Fortunately, the bear goblin is also rough and thick, otherwise it will cause a lot of non-combat downsizing.

"Don't fight, the chieftain of each tribe stays, and then chooses twenty clan!

Rosicky couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.

"It's a prince, this selection method is insidious!"

The cheap gods vomit, the indigenous people have the most face, don't want to be compared, then the chiefs selected are naturally the elites of the tribe, and the chiefs lead the team. If they die, the rest will depend more on Downton.

"Your Majesty, what should I do?"

The old attendant asked.

"Cough, let the Third Corps dispatch!"

The old king was energyless and sat in a chair. Although he held a silk scarf over his mouth, he could still see blood oozing out.

As the observers guessed how the king would respond, the sentry hurriedly removed the barricade again, and a flag bearer came out with a flying dragon flag, followed by a team of infantry.

It is a **** to have a cheap price, so the king sent not only 20,000 light infantry regiments, but also the priesthood regiment and the magisters regiment.

call out! call out!

The blood mallet fired two green flares into the sky. He wanted to learn the barbarian without assistance.

"Are these hilly natives too arrogant?"

"That is, such a chaotic battle, such a bad weapon, want to kill 20,000 well-equipped infantry, what dream?"

"I want to see them finished soon!"

Observers felt that these natives were too big. Although they didn’t look small, they didn’t have armor, and their weapons were worse. It was either a wooden rod with a few rusty nails or a stone mallet. ?

"No, Downton has no help there?"

When the observers were discussing, they saw two red flares rising from the king's army and spread into gorgeous fireworks.

"What does it mean?"

Asked some chiefs who had never seen the world.

"The other party refused, Marler forced, this is that we are not as good as barbarians?"

Bloodmaul was furious.

"Crush them!"

The indigenous people roared in unison, and then began to move forward, as for the war drums or something, they did not need it at all.

"Charlotte?"

Downton was uneasy and wanted to let the sage wolf take action. In order to restore the momentum, the king's army did not even have a face, and sent successive priesthood regiments and magistrate regiments, which was completely like regular combat.

After all, this was the provocation of the ogres, and Downton couldn’t refuse it.

"Lord, we don't need the big prophet to take action, we are enough."

A few old shamans in cloaks of animal skins patted Downton's chest to pledge their breasts, and then walked to the battlefield. Those young men quickly followed.

"My Di Polo, how do I forget these guys?"

Seeing a group of natives with colorful feathers on their heads coming out, an observer slapped their heads and suddenly realized.

Holding a variety of tree-carved sticks, wearing a necklace of skulls, gems, and various indescribable things around his neck, and a thick tattoo on his face that can't be seen, don't ask. It is definitely an indigenous shaman.

God is fair, even among the indigenous people with extremely low civilization level, luck will be born, born to be able to communicate with nature, resonate with the elements, and become a shaman. These people are undoubtedly wise men of the tribe, shouldering the task of inheritance.

Despite the mystery and mystery of shaman’s natural magic, it is still too monotonous compared to the mainstream world where magical civilization is developed. This is a common perception in the magic world. It is not that no magician tries to study it, but shaman magic It is naturally understood, even if it is recorded. It is also a simple mural carved on the stone wall of the cave, or engraved on the cobblestone, which has no reference value at all.

Therefore, what shaman priests use is called magic, not magic, which means that the gift of God cannot be learned through hard work like magic.

Say the showdown between shamanism and magic. The observers have never seen it, because no one has ever gathered so many indigenous shamans.

The infantry on both sides advanced simultaneously. Hundreds of meters away, the mage regiment was already on fire. As a fortress career on the battlefield, their mission was to destroy the enemy formation and let their soldiers kill the defeated soldiers.

After blessing the shield, dozens of fireballs rose from the King's Army Mage Regiment. With a billowing black smoke trajectory, he shot at the shaman division. As long as they were defeated, the infantry was a miscellaneous fish, not to mention the assistance of the priesthood regiment. Do not worry.

The shaman division also defended first, blessing themselves with earth shields.

The essence of the soil was extracted, forming five coconut-sized balls, flying out of the ground, wrapped around the shamans, waving with the staff, a large flash of lightning gathered above the head, crackling and blasting, banging To the Masters.

According to the conventional combat habit of the Mage regime, it should be that both sides shoot magical attacks against each other. Until one side suppresses, the local battle array will not be attacked, but today is different.

The Lightning Chain of the Shaman Division did not intercept those fireballs at all, but went straight to the Master Division.

boom! boom! boom!

Lightning struck the magic shield, the elements meteoric explosion, sparks splashed.

Masters have experienced this kind of tactics, and quickly blessed the shield damage, even if there is no problem, they have refreshed a few more shields.

They were only hired by the King's Army, but they did not plan to die here.

The fireball also hit the shaman, the earth shield shattered, but they did not care at all, and continued to chant the magic, bombard the chain of lightning towards the opposite side.

"Fight back, don't be suppressed by them!"

The mage leader shouted.

The mages are not as desperate as the shaman, and quickly cast magic to intercept the lightning chain, plus the time wasted refreshing the shield just now, so that although they are first-hand, they can still fall into the passive.

"These shamans are good!"

Experienced observers saw the fame, and the shamans relied on the first wave of attack targets to choose, and they immediately gained the advantage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the casting speed is not slow. It's good to intercept all magic blows.

"Priesthood, assisted by magic!"

The head of the delegation saw that some of the mage's face had changed greatly, and he knew that it was not good, and he couldn't take care of his face anymore.

The Mage League contests, the passive defense side will always face huge psychological pressure, because unable to withstand, it means to bear the attack directly.

The observers were in an uproar when they heard the commander, because this meant that the mage regiment lost as soon as the confrontation started.

Stared by those scornful eyes, the head of the head was depressed and could not be added, what can he do? Masters are always scarce talents, and those with strength are recruited by those second-rate or even first-class powers. There are not many talents left, and the remaining ones are eliminated, and Deranke is a coexistence of the five forces. , The natural king will get less, and this will have to pay a high salary and noble title, otherwise people will not bird you.

On the other hand, the shamans of Downton are all experienced guys, and the number of battles is at least hundreds, because the dragon hills are not greenhouses, and all those who cannot adapt are dead. (To be continued,!

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