Red Blood Dragon Knight

"Hey~~~!" A clear eagle roar across the sky, spreading far away.

In the sky, a vigorous black figure spread out its huge wings, flew across the wilderness, hovering slowly in the sky, with sharp eyes overlooking the earth.

On the earth, countless black spots formed a huge carpet, which slowly stretched forward, submerging the greenery that had just grown on the earth.

That is the hundreds of thousands of barbarians who have recently united.

Their black silhouettes lined up in a formation that was twenty miles long and wide, marching toward the west with firm steps.

In the middle of the team, the white wolf tail banner held high by the Chinese army. The dozen or so wolf tails represent the various tribes of the barbarians. It symbolizes the great union of the barbarians this time.

The patriarchs of the barbarian flocked under the banner to discuss plans to deal with the devil soldiers.

In the middle is the current hero of the barbarian, brave, wise, selfless... and just Patriarch Hagrid.

This big man, like a brown bear, has now become the leader of the barbarian coalition, elected by everyone.

This is certainly because of the powerful charm and prestige of Patriarch Hagrid, but more importantly because he is only a polished commander now.

When Patriarch Hagrid’s clansmen attacked Oldheim, their entire army was wiped out. They were all trapped in Oldheim, and none of them escaped.

Only when he saw the opportunity quickly, Feidan did not attack with the large forces, but hid in a dark cave, and then escaped.

but. Although he is not dead. But now his situation is not much better. His underlings are short of major generals, and all the rich and powerful patriarchs look down upon him extremely.

And because of this, he was lucky enough to get into the position of the leader.

The barbarians are straightforward and reckless, but that doesn't mean they know nothing about politics.

They all grew up in harsh environments. They not only have to fight against nature every day, but also have to fight with their companions, but also with their companions. Fight against barbarians of different tribes. Over the years, all have accumulated a wealth of social experience.

They all understand a simple truth, no matter when, big fists are the last word. How many younger brothers can beat him? How big can the boss's site be.

During the election of this coalition leader, everyone stared with blood-red eyes, all staring at the fatness of the leader.

As long as this seat is in hand, you can openly ask others to take the younger brother to death and squat behind to watch jokes.

Unfortunately, they are smart, but others are not stupid.

Therefore, everyone had a quarrel at the conference, and it turned into an uproar. Nearly moved the knife. Later, after constant quarrels and fights. Finally the hat fell on the head of Patriarch Hagrid.

For, this result is acceptable to everyone.

After all, this way, this loose tribal alliance can finally be formed. Moreover, there is no need to worry that someone will stab yourself behind the back.

As for Patriarch Hagrid, although his name as the leader was very loud, he was completely emptied.

He has no power in his hands. There were at most a hundred wandering warriors without roots who could listen to Hagrid's command.

Therefore, he has to balance the strength of everyone and take care of the interests of all parties. Otherwise, in case an uncle who provokes him is unhappy, he will be killed with a knife. It doesn't take a cup of tea at all.

Patriarch Hagrid was surrounded by people. His tall and straight figure looked like a flock of chickens, and he looked infinitely beautiful. Although everyone's brains had become dog's brains, this matter of face still had to be overcome.

But Hagrid also knew that even though all the patriarchs in front of him were shouting from the leader. As soon as they turned around, they would add a "stupid fork" to his title of leader. As a modifier, Hagrid, as the leader of the clan, killed all of his clan members, and was still complacent along the way, it was only possible that his brain burned.

But they didn't know that when Hagrid looked down on them, he felt the same disdain in his heart.

These simple-minded patriarchs are all pawns on his Uncle Hagrid's chessboard at this moment, and he is driven to work for themselves.

As long as they can fight off these stupid barbarians, the Ruman people will grant him a big official position, and he will never enjoy the glory and wealth.

Hagrid secretly sneaked into the Ruman Empire, saw the rich and luxurious life of the Ruman people, tasted the mellow wine, delicious beef, and the Ruman woman's creamy white skin.

In just a few days in the Ruman Empire, Patriarch Hagrid felt like he was living in the fairy palace of Rohan, and the previous thirty years had been in vain.

Luohan's fairy palace can only be enjoyed after death, but now, you don't have to wait until after death, you can enjoy it in advance.

Since there is such a good life, why bother to struggle in the snowy mountains where the birds do not shit?

He also knew that relying on the strength of the barbarian to defeat the Ruman, it was a joke to live that kind of life.

Therefore, Chief Hagrid chose the easiest, most convenient, and fastest method-to seek refuge with the Ruman.

This time only one sentence came from Ruman's middleman: seize the opportunity and consume the barbarian as much as possible. The more he consumes, the greater his credit.

After a long period of planning and actions, Chief Hagrid believed that his actions would be successful soon. In his eyes, these chieftains were already dead.

Although Patriarch Hagrid was not generous, he would roar for a long time when others stepped on his shadow. But for the sarcasm of the dead, he didn't care too much.

Especially when the dead can bring him gold and silver jewelry.

This patriarch patronized the calculation of the benefits he could get, and did not realize that he had become a **** brutal traitor, traitor...

This is not surprising. When there was a younger brother under his staff. He can still lead the superior life of the patriarch, but now the little brother is gone, he has also lost the last bargaining chip, only determined to follow the empire.

Otherwise, even if he wins the battle, he can survive smoothly, but the sharp axes or knives of the other patriarchs are waiting for him.

Because the barbarians have a proverb, the snow mountain is big. But it can only accommodate an eagle. They absolutely don't allow anyone to engage in seven twists and threes in their territory, threatening their status and safety.

Just as Hagrid was thinking about it, a savage man who was investigating ahead came back panting, with a nervous expression: "We found the devil."

Hagrid was shocked. Like a real leader, 〖excitedly〗 yelled: "Where are they?"

"Ahead, almost ten miles, there are hundreds, no, thousands of people." The scout said nervously.

"Follow me~!" Hagrid took off the giant axe on his back, raised it high and slammed it to the sky, took a big step, and rushed up like flying.

If there were too many enemies, Hagrid would naturally choose to turn around and run away. but……

Thousands of people?

In front of the huge barbarian. Isn't that a dish?

This is a good time to play by yourself.

However, even though Hagrid rushed forward bravely, only a few dozen barbarians who had just followed him were closely behind Patriarch Hagrid, and those patriarchs wisely chose to stay behind.

Hagrid didn't worry about it at all.

Among the savages, there are always those young and reckless warriors who are full of enthusiasm when they hear slogans.

He waved the giant axe in his hand along the way, and kept yelling: "Barbarian, follow me~! The great Rohan will bless us..."

Sure enough, in the process of advancing, there was a constant roar of hot-blooded young barbarians. Join Hagrid's ranks.

After they ran up a small hill, a team of immortal spirits appeared in front of Hagrid. At this time, one or two thousand barbarians were already closely following him.

Hagrid stood behind the hill and looked intently.

I saw a small group of slow-moving undead in the distance, led by a person wrapped in black robe.

Hagrid was puzzled. The other party should have known that he was discovered by the barbarian, why didn't he leave for so long. What are you keeping here?

"It doesn't matter, it's just right to chop them up while there are few people" Hagrid secretly said in his heart, shouting "Rohan~!"

This kind of time is the time to behave well, smash the reputation value, and buy people's hearts.

Hagrid took a big step, raised his battle axe and rushed into the pile of undead.

Behind him, the barbarians also roared, raised their weapons, and rushed up like a tide.

Patriarch Hagrid couldn't help feeling proud. At this moment, he heard a laugh in his ear, and the black man on the opposite side raised his head, revealing the pale and bloodless joint under the hood. His lips smiled slightly.

Then the man in black soared into the air, in the eyes of the barbarian, like a leaf blown up by the autumn wind, leaping lightly into the air and rushing towards the west.

Seeing this, Patriarch Hagrid couldn't help but feel relieved.

The most powerful enemy has escaped. Don't worry about it.

He rushed into the ranks of the undead in a few steps, roaring angrily, picking up a large axe, swinging a semicircle, and slashing the head and half of the shoulder of a zombie on the opposite side.

Black thick blood suddenly poured out from the corpse.

Then, Chief Hagrid backhanded and smashed a zombie he had caught.

At this time, the barbarians who rushed up with him had swarmed up, and instantly chopped the remaining zombies into pieces.

Patriarch Hagrid stepped on his foot and raised his battle axe high, and the barbarians around him followed his example, chanting "Rohan" to celebrate their victory.

When Chief Hagrid was proud, an abnormal black line suddenly appeared on the horizon, and they obscured the original white and gray of the horizon.

Everyone saw the anomaly at the same time, and the barbarian's cheers stopped abruptly.

Chief Hagrid swiftly climbed a few meters high boulder beside him, put his hand on his eyes and stared intently.

I saw a black tide flooding the originally white or brown ground, slowly advancing towards the barbarian.

"They're here." Patriarch Hagrid's nervous throat moved, then turned to face the barbarian, and shouted, "They're here, ready to fight~!"

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Walking among the endless undead creatures. The goblin Silverlight has been feeling terrified.

All around are monsters that have come back to life. Zombies with rotten faces and various disgusting wounds on their bodies.

Only the skeleton of bones remained, but the skeleton soldiers who walked like normal people made creaking sounds as they walked up.

There is also an ugly combined monster. They are huge, like a sphere, with only bodies but no faces, moving awkwardly.

The goblin Silverlight didn't even dare to think about how this kind of monster was made by the liches.

But looking at the upper layers of flesh and blood on its body, it goes without saying that the goblin understood in his heart.

All kinds of rancid smells and unpleasant pungent and unpleasant smells. Filled with silver light around.

This is the most efficient march that the goblin Silverlight has ever seen.

All creatures act obediently under the drive of the Dark Wizard and Lich.

They don't need to rest overnight, they don't need to stop to eat, they just need regular replenishment of mana by the Lich and Dark Mage.

No one in the marching team talked loudly, no one shouted tired or raised objections. There were only some meaningless moans and low growls.

Flint ordered the goblin Yinguang to follow him, because these undead creatures would rush to tear him apart as long as they asked about the aura of the stranger.

In fact, even if he didn't say Silver Light did not dare to leave Flint half a step, the surrounding undead creatures like evil spirits had already scared Silver Light to death.

A dark mage descended from the sky, landed in the center of the team, bowed to Herod who was sitting on the sedan chair, and said, "Master, they are here."

Herod let out a hoarse smile, and said, "It really is a barbarian. It's slower than I expected. How many of them are there?"

The Dark Mage hesitated, and said: "The sky is overwhelming, and the sight is all over it. It is impossible to estimate, the number is not less than us."

"Then get ready to start." Herod waved his hand indifferently and said, "Just set the battlefield here."

The lich beside Herod sat on the shoulders carried by the barbarian like him, stood up when he heard the words, and said slowly: "I haven't done this for many years, Kerry."

"Yeah. Gordon" the Lich who called Kerry followed and stood up, meditating: "How long has it been since Yunsheng rebelled last time? Two hundred years or three hundred years?"

Gordon seemed to remember something wonderful. He said happily: "The killing was really enjoyable, and there was not a single living person left in Yunshen."

"Wonderful soul. Fresh flesh and blood." Lich Kerry raised his nose and sniffed, and said, "Here we are."

Herod smiled relaxedly and said: "Go old friend, have fun."

Lich Kerry said: "Are you sure that one person can stand it?"

"Of course" Herod waved his hand indifferently and said, "I still have my baby."

The liches nodded, suddenly pulled up their bodies, and disappeared into the sky above the goblins like a puff of black smoke.

Yin Guang's heart trembled as she listened, and this war was as easy as a game in the mouth of the liches.

Herod chose his position on a brightly colored hill. The small stone hill was flat and empty, which should be said to be a very unfavorable position.

Herod didn't care about it. The Dark Mage commanded the undead creatures, surrounded the hills, and waited for the barbarians to arrive.

The goblin Silverlight stayed as far away from Herod as possible. Beside this lich, the goblin always felt that his blood would be frozen.

In Yinguang's anxious waiting, very late in the afternoon, the barbarian appeared in Yinguang's sight.

The wilderness in the distance was covered by black figures, just like what the dark mage who reported the news said, it was overwhelming, and there was no end in sight on either side.

The barbarian slowly walked towards the undead army of the Lich. When the forward was less than three miles away from the silver light, there were still a steady stream of people coming out on the horizon.

Yinguang secretly estimated that this scale might not be less than seventy to eighty thousand people.

The barbarians who also spotted the undead army stopped, and then, under the gaze of the goblin silver light, actually started to make a fire and cook.

Flint snorted angrily and whispered: "Should you take this opportunity to attack?"

Herod slowly shook his head and said: "Let them finish the last meal of their lives. The longer the time, the better for us. It also saves time to catch them one by one."

Yin Guang watched the savages sitting on the ground and raised piles of bonfires to heat the dry food in their hands.

At the same time, the savages scattered in all directions all gathered towards the big banner in the middle.

There were more and more barbarians in front of the goblins, and they formed a wide wall of people, surrounding Herod's undead soldiers in an arc.

Yin Guang also didn't know how many barbarians he faced, in short, there were many.

During this period of time, the barbarian kept gathering the soldiers without any other actions. The goblin Silverlight was impatient and thought that the barbarian would probably not choose to attack today, and the battle would be placed tomorrow.

But at this moment, there was a loud and long horn from the barbarian front.

The striking white wolf-tail banner of the barbarian army began to slowly advance.

Yin Guang jumped up from the ground, looked nervously at the barbarian in the distance, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "It's about to begin."

As the distance progressed, the barbarian clearly appeared in the silver light's vision.

They lined up in a formation of more than ten miles long, roughly divided into three parts, approaching the undead army of the dark wizard from three sides.

The thickness of this human wall is about 300 feet. It is very difficult to break through such a thick formation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the barbarians obviously lack unified command, the formation is scattered and uneven, and they gather in the front. The manpower is particularly large.

In some places, the soldiers huddled together, but in some places there was a thin gap.

"Loha~!"

Suddenly there was an angry roar from the other side.

In an instant, the entire team of barbarians followed in unison shouting battle slogans.

The sound of shouting "Loha" resounded across the sky and the earth, like continuous thunder blowing overhead.

On the other hand, the Dark Mage was extremely silent here, and countless undead creatures centered on Herod, silently facing the barbarians, forming a huge contrast.

"Kill~!"

After a violent shout, the scream of killing shook the sky, the barbarian shouted, waved the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the undead army. (To be continued