Red Dragon Emperor

　　While the monster army under the Red Dragon is stationed, in the distance, the brown-skinned wild boar army is marching towards the triangle plain.

　　 Some orc wolf cavalry and boarman cavalry opened their way on the grassland, followed by the main walking boarman, and the master priest, Berthasha, was in the special "horse" carriage in the middle of the team.

　　 This special carriage looks like a thick plank on the four wheels, the seat is fixed on the thick plank, and a pillar is used to prop up a awning behind it.

　　The main material of the carriage is hard cypress. The thickness of the wooden slats is three times that of the ordinary carriage. The joints are fixed with iron sheets and pulled by 20 carefully selected strong wild boars.

　　 The reason why I need 20 wild boars as power is not because of style, but if the power is small, I can't pull this real heavyweight in the car.

　　As a heavyweight in various senses, Berthasha is fat but not stupid. She frowned and looked at the harpy in the distant sky.

　　 This is blatant surveillance!

　　 But she has nothing to do. The harpy is far away and flying high. Magic, magic, and arrows can't reach them.

　　 Berthasha felt a little bad, beckoning to the wild boar cavalry who followed not far behind, this is her cron, the high-ranking wild boar warrior-Uke, and Uke is also the wartime commander of the army.

　　 "Uke, how far is it from the Triangle Plain?"

　　 "There are about four hours to go."

　　 "Send the cavalry regiment to double the alert range."

　　 "Yes!"

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　　 On the other side, a few kilometers west of the Triangle Plain, herds of cows and sheep feed on grass with their heads down. Not far away are white tents. The barbarian men and women go back and forth between the tents, milking, killing cows and slaughtering sheep, etc., a breath of life.

　　Different from the general malnourished Northland natives, these savages are tall and robust, with a ruddy complexion, and they wear the distinctive fur clothing of the savages. They are not beautiful, but the skin is durable.

　　 In addition, a machete is hung on the belt of every barbarian male. They are members of the Frostaxe clan, one of the eight tribes of the barbarians.

　　 Barbarians, also known as Northern Barbarians, a nation on horseback.

　　 Similar to the Centaur, the barbarians are also nomads. Their main business is grazing, and the sideline is robbers, but the barbarians are more dangerous than the centaur.

　　 The harsh living environment of the Northland and the national culture of survival of the fittest have created the sturdy character of the barbarians. Although sturdy, they are not lacking in wisdom.

　　 And there is a very important point. The barbarians are very united. When facing a foreign race, even the barbarians of the opposing clan can temporarily put aside their personal grievances and unanimously.

　　 When force, wisdom, and unity are combined, the overlord race of the Northland Prairie was born.

In the big tent in the center of the tent, the Frostaxe Barbarian Chief-Yalman Frostaxe stands with his hands on the table, staring at the map on the table, staring at the location of the Triangular Plain near the Modo Peak Forest, where there is a mark town.

　　 "Your Excellency, the brown-skinned wild boar is bound to be defeated, do you want to send someone to remind them?"

　　 On the sheepskin blanket, the black-robed man who defaulted to sitting still touched the cold crystal ball in his hand, and said lightly: "No, let them see how powerful the dragon is, otherwise we will use something to convince others."

　　 After a pause, the black-robed messenger continued: "But after all, they are potential allies. They can't lose too badly..."

　　 In the distant sky where the Frost Axe Barbarian resides, a Harpy hides herself with magic. She is Luna Bloodfeather who was sent by Jose to monitor the Frost Axe Barbarian.

　　 Luna Blood Feather stared at the barbarian camp in the distance. She did not dare to approach or even expose her existence.

　　Different from other indigenous tribes without anti-aircraft means, the barbarians have a tradition of eagle training, and there is a fierce steppe eagle in the Frostaxe barbarian clan that can only fly with people.

　　 For a Faye who is about to enter a high level, a fierce prairie eagle is not enough to make her feel jealous, she is jealous of the chief of the Frostaxe barbarian.

　　 Luna Blood Feather recalled the information that Red Dragon had confessed.

"The Frostaxe Barbarian Clan, one of the eight major tribes of barbarians, has a population of nearly 90,000. The chief, Yalman Frostaxe, was a master-level pinnacle warrior many years ago. Now he is suspected of reaching the threshold of the legend and entering the half-step legendary stage, except In addition to Chief Frostaxe, there is another master warrior in the clan."

　　 Looking at the horses running on the grassland, Luna Xueyu's heart was solemn.

　　 "No wonder the master wants me to personally monitor this place, this barbarian clan is indeed not easy."

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　　 On the northern border of the Triangle Plain, two wolf cavalry who also performed realm tasks met on the grassland, but one was an orc wolf cavalry, and the other was a jackal wolf cavalry.

　　The wolves under the crotch of the two sides are also different. Orcs ride prairie wolves, and jackals ride Timberwolves. In terms of size, Timberwolves are one size smaller than prairie wolves, but they are more flexible, light and endurable.

　　 The two sides looked at each other from a distance, with their eyes facing each other, they all saw the killing intent in each other's eyes.

　　 The flames of war ignite at a little bit.

　　 The orcs hugged their partners tightly and hid themselves behind the wolves. The wolves of the orc wolf cavalry often started feeding from childhood, hunting together, fighting together, and growing up together. Accompanied by all year round, one person, one wolf cooperates tacitly.

　　 At the moment when the orc's body was lowered, the wolf under his crotch moved, sprinting away from his limbs, and the transition was completed from the extreme quietness of the confrontation to the extreme movement of running at full speed.

　　 Jackal wolf cavalry-Waber stared at the rushing opponent, his adrenaline secretion accelerated, and his heart beat faster.

　　According to common sense, the ferocious wolves will rush forward without fear when encountering a battle, and fight with the enemy until they die.

　　 But Waber didn't. He stretched out his hand behind his back, carrying a long bow and a quiver with arrows on his back.

　　 emerged from dozens of jackals to become a glorious wolf cavalry. Waber relied on not all force, but also control of his own emotions.

　　According to what the mysterious master said: pure bravery is not qualified to be a wolf cavalry!

　　 Even though the encounter with the enemy made Waber tremble with excitement, he still remembered his training.

　　 The centaur, the boar rider, and the orc wolf cavalry are all imaginary enemies trained by the jackal wolf cavalry ~www.NovelMTL.com~ so even if he has never met, he knows how to deal with the enemy in front of him.

　　Simple power collision, jackals of the same level lose more and less than orcs against orcs, so it is particularly important to use their own advantages to maximize their strengths and avoid weaknesses.

　　 The moment his hand touched the longbow, his body trembling with excitement calmed down, and his eyes became sharp and calm like an eagle.

　　Professional training grinds away his irritability, makes him more sensible, and more importantly, allows his muscles to remember the wartime reaction, and makes fighting become instinct.

　　 Take the arrow, wind the string, draw the bow, and shoot a series of actions instantly.

　　 The arrow pierced the air and shot the running prairie wolf directly, but was knocked down by the orc with an axe, and the action was fluent.

　　 He shot again and was avoided by the enemy.

　　 An orc veteran with rich combat experience, or an orc robber.

　　 Warber made a judgment and slapped his seated partner, and the Timberwolves sprinted.

　　 He wants to narrow the distance, the closer the distance, the shorter the flight time of the arrow, the shorter the reaction time left for the orc veterans, the easier it is to succeed.

　　 In this short sprint, he only had one chance to draw a bow and shoot. If he fails, the battle will enter a more dangerous melee stage.

The grass on both sides of 　　 quickly retreated. At a distance of ten meters, Waber aimed, drew, and fired. Then he threw away the bow and arrow without looking, and drew the big knife from his waist.

　　 He succeeded, and the arrow pierced the wolf's neck before the orc could react.

　　 The wolves running at high speed suddenly lost their strength and fell to the ground with a soft leg. The orcs behind the wolves flew up under the influence of potential energy.

　　 hadn't landed yet, a light of a knife flashed across the orc's neck.