The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis

As soon as he arranged for the Nightmare Centaur to go out, the elves over there also found the chasing wind team.

"Stop, which tribe of centaurs are you from?"

Zhuifeng stopped, looked at the elves, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Windwalker clan? Are you here to collect the blood tax again?"

Chasing the wind's words caused dissatisfaction among the elves on the opposite side, and the hero of the Windrunner clan looked at Cuiye with some embarrassment and said.

"The wild soldiers in the small place are ignorant, so don't be offended by adults."

Cui Ye smiled instead, "It's okay, I just like such ignorant field soldiers, they are all cannon fodder anyway, this kind of cannon fodder is the best choice, it won't hurt you if you use it, do you know what it is? .

I need to recruit two hundred centaurs as cannon fodder. Although your number is not enough, it can barely meet my requirements, so let us do it. "

As Cuiye spoke, she dropped the call-up order she received from the Windrunner clan.

Windrunner heroes are not dissatisfied with Cuiye's superior attitude, and they usually treat centaurs in the same way.

He didn't take the centaur seriously.

Zhuifeng glanced at the call-up order on the ground, and he knew exactly what it was.

This is to force the man's stable to gather a sufficient number of centaurs. Of course, the price is that the man's stable will not be able to produce any centaur troops for at least the next two to three months.

If there is any danger in the stables, this field camp may be abandoned.

The reason why Zhuifeng had the idea of ​​bringing a centaur to rebel was because of this blood tax call-up order.

Looking at the call-up order on the ground, Zhuifeng's face became quite ugly.

When Cuiye saw Zhuifeng's expression, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, she flipped her hand and took off the emerald longbow behind her back, put on an arrow and aimed at Zhuifeng.

"Why, I don't want to accept the call. If I don't want to say it, I can find a centaur who is willing to accept the call."

Chasing the wind silently raised the fine iron spear, threw it on the ground, raised the summoning order and opened it to take a look.

Only then did he receive the call-up order into his arms.

Seeing that Zhuifeng accepted the call-up order, the Windrunner hero asked: "Which tribe are you a centaur? Why haven't I seen you before? You are already a hero, right? Why didn't you report to the Windrunner clan? "

"The tribes in the forest, Zhuifeng, I just took them out to find some food."

"Then you will have to run a long way to find food."

The Windrunner hero said with a smile, "It's a good time for you to catch up now. We have enough food here. As long as you are willing to work hard, eating is not a problem."

The hero of the windrunner was right. When the elves sent out their troops, they brought all the supplies and so on.

Not just arrows, but even tents, fountains of life, and food.

Seeing this situation, Cuiye and her two companions also put away the emerald longbow in their hands.

The other elves didn't say much, they all put away their weapons.

When they came here, they were recruiting some centaurs as cannon fodder.

Now that the centaur has been recruited, they need to hurry.

The next step is the rapid marching process unique to the windrunners. It is not very convenient for them to hold weapons at this time. Except for the scouts who explore the road, others will not hold weapons.

Chasing the wind watched the elves put away their weapons and put all their weapons and armor on several carts. They were wearing the simplest clothes, and they didn't carry any food or arrows on their backs.

He knew the opportunity had come.

Zhuifeng lowered his head, not letting the elf see that his expression was wrong.

Behind him, the same is true for the Nightmare Centaur.

The elves were not surprised that the Nightmare Centaur did not withdraw its weapon.

During the rapid march, the vehicles used to transport weapons are for the elves. For cannon fodder like centaurs, I want the elves to help them transport weapons, so that they are beautiful.

Put all the weapons on the vehicle for transporting weapons, and the elves began to prepare.

The windrunners and their rapid marching methods are naturally not like walking corpses, pulling one by one.

The Windrunner hero opened the magic book in his hand, and quickly recited the spell, and a whirlwind appeared at the feet of the elf.

If Chen Wei were here, he would definitely find out that the windrunner hero used the rush movement technique.

And it's a high-level rush technique.

Compared with his rough methods, the hero of the windrunner's quick movement has reached the level of lightness.

Normal people would not be able to see that these elves were blessed with similar spells at first glance.

After blessing the quick movement, the hero of the windrunner blessed the elves with two more spells, one is the ivy spell, which can increase the elves' physical strength, so that they can maintain their physical strength all the time, and quickly throw themselves into the battle after arriving at the location.

The other spell is called Traveler, and this spell is a special spell for rapid marches. This spell can turn the legion into a whole, so that other soldiers who cannot keep up with the rapid march will not be left behind.

After preparing all three spells, the Windrunner hero looked at Chasing Wind.

"You stand on both sides, you don't need to open the way."

At this time, Zhuifeng lifted the fine iron spear and approached the elf team with the nightmare centaur.

At first, the windrunner hero thought that chasing the wind was ready.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

"Don't get so close, what are you going to do?"

Chasing the wind ignored the words of the hero Windrunner, he raised the fine iron spear and made a charging movement, the nightmare centaur and the mirror image centaur charged at the same time.

The position they cut in was very precise. They found it after looking at the wind for a long time, and they happened to cut in front of the large convoy transporting weapons and supplies.

Further forward are the elves preparing to march in a hurry.

Cutting in from this point just cut off the connection between the elves and the convoy.

Leaves the elves with no time to reach for their weapons.

Seeing the centaur rushing towards them, the elves were only taken aback for a moment, and then immediately took action.

They are all experienced warriors who have encountered all kinds of situations. At this time, their first reaction is to take back their weapons and kill all the centaurs here.

But Zhuifeng had already prepared. When the centaur charged, the nightmare centaur went to destroy those weapons, and the mirror image centaur charged the elves.

Because of the mirror image, the mirror image centaur didn't consider the issue of casualties at all. They were getting faster and faster, and they bumped into the elves' team.

The movements of the mirrored centaurs were all desperate movements. In just a moment, all the mirrored centaurs here were injured and disappeared.

At the same time, more than a hundred elves were also lost in half, and the most precious windrunner, the windrunner, was the focus of the target, and thirty people were directly killed in battle.

The Windrunner hero saw it and roared.

"No!"

But it was too late for him to yell, Zhuifeng had already destroyed all the weapons on the carriage, and was rushing out from the other side of the team.

"Follow me!"