Chapter 240: Attacking the Heart

More than a dozen horned eagle beast air cavalry were ordered by Qin Jian to observe the enemy situation, but they were not allowed to have any substantial contact with the other party.

Griffons are fierce and cruel by nature, with extremely sharp claws and bird beaks, and can instantly emit lightning of about four levels. Even griffon cavalry in the human world must start to cultivate feelings and train them when they are young.

Once the griffin grows up, except for the cavalry close to him, the griffin is not recognized by his relatives. Even so, the griffin often tear his master apart in the human world. The brutality of this flying monster can be seen.

Compared with griffins, the combat power of thin horned eagles is almost negligible. They can only come out with weak elves. Once they face each other head-on, no horned eagles will be the opponent of griffins.

If Qin Jian’s two-legged flying dragon had evolved once, maybe he would have to explain it there this time.

"This batch of griffins belongs to grandpa!" Qin Jian felt cruel in his heart.

A hundred miles away, Duke Kerry was wearing a luxurious robe and sat on the carriage pulled by four big horses, leisurely tasting the wine. The road on the wasteland was flat, and even the scarlet wine in his hand was not spread out.

"My dear sir, there are cavalry in Tielu Castle. You don't seem to tell me about this." Duke Kerry looked at the other person sitting like a statue in Che Luan with a smile. Although the clothes on this person were still flat, they were already a little tattered, but his elegance and straight waist showed good education.

"It's just a small two-legged dragon cavalry. Are you still worried that your griffin army is not an opponent? Moreover, I thought I should have known it with my knowledge." The man replied with a smile, with a hint of calmness hanging on his pretty face.

"Haha, a griffin is enough to resist the attack of three two-legged flying dragons. How could I be afraid of them? It just surprised me a little." Kerry shook the wine glass in his hand, leaning against the wall of the car, staring at the eyes of the man opposite: "To be honest, I don't trust you with much trust, but my troops do need supplies, otherwise I wouldn't cause trouble to attack a province of an orc empire."

"Don't worry, sir, although I am also an orc, I have a great hatred with the Siberian lord. I don't need your supplies, I just need to take his life!"

"Your 300 followers are all warriors!" Duke Kerry said a little enviously, "Sir, why not think about it? After this war is over, follow me? To serve me."

The man smiled and shook his head: "I'll talk about this matter after the war."

Kerry stared at the lion orc opposite for a while, smiled disdainfully, and said nothing. The orc reminded him with concern: "Sir, it's better not to underestimate the enemy too much."

"Understanding the enemy is a taboo for the commander!" Kerry laughed, "I have no idea of ​​underestimating the enemy, but... although you orcs are brave, they are very sparse in population. Should the entire Siberia expect the elves and goblins to resist the pace of my 350,000 army?"

"The Goblin Thunder is indeed a powerful weapon. The kingdom's 100,000 troops sailed abroad, but only a few hundred people were wiped out by this weapon. But dear sir, don't forget that we now have griffins! With the ability to control air, they can't use the Goblin Thunder to cause too much damage to our army! What we have to do is to fight them in an encounter. Once we get close, they dare not throw the Goblin Thunder at all."

The orc turned his attention to Che Luan without answering. The price to pay for underestimating the enemy is huge!

The two-legged flying dragon and the goblin thunder are the information that the Duke of Krei'er already knew. Unfortunately, Leo did not tell Krei'er that the Siberian lord had thirteen giants and a tenth-level monster in his hands! He was afraid that he would scare the courage of this commander who had no military vision!

Leo's mission is to kill this lord. Without the protection of more than 300,000 human troops, it would be impossible to get close to the Iron Fort with his 300 followers.

More than 300,000 people! No matter how powerful the military power of the Iron Fortress is, it can still cause them to panic? The more chaotic the better! Leo was always so sad and angry that he was excited.

The horned eagles kept giving back the information they discovered, and the army of the Far East Kingdom was getting closer to this side bit by bit.

The Duke of Kerry really needed a large amount of supplies to maintain the army's supply and did not slow down the pace of the march.

"Are you ready for me?" Qin Jian rode on Laksily's back and ran along the orc warriors' queue, shouting loudly.

"It's ready." More than 1,500 orc warriors shouted in unison, and the voices came from afar.

"Tie your armor tightly! Apply poison to me your weapons!"

Qin Jian's words made the wife feel extremely ashamed.

"Who is the most invincible?" Qin Jian turned his face like a knife and shouted loudly.

"Iron Fort!"

"Who is the bravest?"

"Iron Fort!"

"kill!"

"Kill!" A strong wind roared on the wasteland, and a heavy and murderous aura swept away overwhelmed. Ogres and half-orc slaves also ran to the orc warriors, holding their weapons high, extremely arrogant.

"Chefs, light the fire and cook!" Qin Jian shouted loudly to the dozens of elves who had already prepared in the other direction.

The trees on the small oasis had long been cut down and cut into pieces of wood. With the help of fire magicians, piles of bonfires rose in an instant.

The elves brought with them took out all the remaining cured meats, and dozens of elves chefs immediately started to work, spread a layer of honey and grease on the cured meats, and put them on the bonfire and slowly grilled them.

Soon, a strong fragrance drifted out of the barbecue stall, and the crackling and splashing golden oil stains made the slaves swallow their saliva.

Qin Jian waved to the only surviving human scout: "Do it well, whether you can survive depends on your performance this time!"

"Don't worry, sir! Is this little thing still not done well?" the scout replied respectfully.

Behind him, more than twenty elves wearing human scout costumes stood side by side. There were originally fifty or sixty scouts, but more than half of them were burned by the female dragon with a fire, and the clothes could no longer be used.

"Give me a little harder later, so that the militia can see how delicious these barbecue are!" Qin Jian said to more than 20 elves who played human scouts, "Give up your elegant posture, the ugly you can eat!"

"Yes, sir!" The elves nodded vigorously, covering their hungry stomachs.

In order to cope with the current situation, the human scouts and these twenty elves had not eaten for a whole day.

Qin Jian stuffed a magic soundtrack to the human scout: "I'll use this to shout later!"

The alchemist Marri has made some contributions. The magic soundtrack is one of his works. Although this is not an invention, it comes in handy.

The last horned eagle beast returned safely. The elf turned around and looked at Qin Jian and said, "Sir, the other party has arrived twenty miles away. After resting for a while, it is accelerating."

"Prepare, prepare everything for me! Chefs, let the fire be prosperous!"

More than 20,000 elves collectively entered the trenches that the Taurus warriors used magic to hide their bodies. The thirteen giants and Quinel were too outstanding and were put away by Qin Jian with a ring. There were only 1,500 orc warriors, as well as all the elves magicians, and more than 100 air cavalrymen.

Qin Jian summoned all his demon pets, wielded the demonic energy in his body, and attacked them in an additional state over and over again.

Magic rebound shield, physical damage-free shield, invisible shield, buoyancy shield, and magic pets were all painted with a layer of purple light, and all lost their figures, except for the Jade King bees who were still flying.

Finally, dense black dots appeared on the horizon. Slowly, the number of those black dots increased and the figure became clearer and clearer.

The militias of the Far Eastern Kingdoms marched at the forefront, which can be seen from their clothing and weapons. They were all wearing rough linen clothes, and they were mostly holding farm tools such as hoes and shovels. The marches over the years and the desolation on the wasteland made them exhausted.

Since entering Siberia, they have not eaten well and have poor sleep. Moreover, the supply of these militias cannot satisfy their appetite at all. It is no better than that of the regular army. The Duke of Kerry did not fully allocate the militia supplies. After all, they are too many and consume a lot.

Along the way, many regretful militia attempted to escape, but unfortunately they all died under the swords of the regular army.

On this day, the militia discussed the most about the rich conditions for surrender offered by the Siberian lord!

The fragments of parchment falling from the sky seemed to be the relatives of the God of Light, opening up the light of hope in front of the militia. Without being a slave, you can own your own land, without paying taxes, and your safety can be guaranteed. This kind of free life has made many militia yearn for it.

I heard that the Siberian lord is the magical messenger of the moon god who was rumored in the human world. He really has a spring of life that can change the soil in his hands!

From afar, the militia saw a row of towering and majestic orcs, and their armor reflected dazzling light under the scorching sun.

The militiamen just wanted to pause in horror, but were whipped by the regular soldiers urging behind them.

Flashes of scented meat odorants surround the militants' noses, making their stomachs, which were already unfilled, rumbling.

There must be hallucinations! The militia thought.

Unfortunately, it was not an illusion. The closer they got, the clearer they could find that not far from the other side of the orcs, there was a burning bonfire emitting thick smoke. The smell of meat came from that place.

The militia's eyes widened, and they saw clearly that countless roasted meats were dripping with oil on the bonfire. Elves with long ears rolled the barbecue, smearing something on it from time to time.

At the same time, the news that someone blocked the way ahead also reached the Duke of Kerry. The orc warrior, with a number of only two thousand people, was not taken seriously by Kerry.

The two armies stopped one mile away. The orc warriors' eyes were full of fierce light. They pinched the weapons in their hands, standing neatly like statues. Influenced by this atmosphere, the ogres and orc slaves were also extremely serious at the moment, just like the shape of a group of brave men.

In comparison, most of the militiamen on the opposite side turned their eyes to the bonfire, kept licking their lips, saliva flowed down, and they swallowed it back.

Next to the campfire, more than twenty soldiers wearing regular military uniforms of the Far East Kingdom were holding the roasted marinated meat in their hands. The nose was not the nose, and the eyes were not the eyes.

I was extremely envious! The militia were swallowing more diligently.

Qin Jian pestled the dragon gall spear on the ground, and more than 1,500 orc warriors suddenly and neatly "chewed". The deafening roar was filled with a strong murderous aura, which made the militia who had encountered such a situation take a step back together.

"Who dares to retreat!" The regular army in the supervision team was whipped by a few whips, and the militiamen jumped around in a hug.

"Bajibajibajibajibaji..." A sound of chewing food came clearly from the direction of the bonfire. The human scout was holding a deer's hind legs and putting the magic soundtrack to his mouth, eating while making an exaggerated sound.

The fragrance seems to be even more intense.

"It's delicious!" The scout wrapped venison in his mouth and shouted loudly at the sound tube.

The shout echoed throughout the wasteland, and the militia's ears were filled with the ears.

More than twenty elves dressed as human scouts pouted their butts, turned their backs to the militia, and ate barbecue invisibly.

"I have never eaten such delicious food!" The human scout shouted again, "Submit, my brothers and sisters, swear in the name of the God of Light. As long as you surrender, you can not only eat such delicious food, but the conditions originally offered by the Lord of Lord will remain unchanged! In the next ten years, you can also give each person an additional subsidy of three gold coins every year!"

Three gold coins! This news exploded among the militiamen! The consumption level of an ordinary family is only ten gold coins in a year.

"We don't want to be slaves of the country, but we don't want to fight!" The human scout swallowed the venison. "Every moment, we will see someone dying before our own faces, your brothers, your sisters, your children and parents! What we want is a peaceful and stable life, and Siberia can give you these. The respect and generous lord can give you all this, and there is a lot of land on the wasteland! This is what you yearn for, isn't it?"

I have to say that the scouts are very sensational, and Qin Jian clearly saw that many militiamen wanted to take their own steps.

Another voice came from the army of the Far East Kingdom: "Don't listen to this traitor's nonsense! There are less than two thousand people on the other side. Think about it, who made our country destroy our family! Who made us wander in a foreign land? We want to break through the Iron Fortress and the Silver Moon City, where there are a large number of gold coins and beauties waiting for you to capture them. As long as you kill them, you will have unthinkable food and gold coins! As a member of the Far East Kingdom, don't forget your shame!"

In a dilemma, the militia raised their footsteps and let them go, not knowing what to do.

The scout never stopped. Even though the other party was calling, he still shouted loudly: "Look at me, brothers and sisters, this is a seed. What I have in my hand is the spring of life given by Lord Lord!"

The scout placed the seeds on the sand and buried them carefully, dripping the fountain of life. Under the indoctrination of powerful vitality, under the gaze of everyone, a crisp and tender plant broke out of the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly growing until one person was more than one person tall and then blossomed and bear fruit.

A sound of surprise came from the militia, too fast and too incredible.

The scout picked the fruit, put it in his mouth and took it, and stopped talking.

The actual action is always better than shouting loudly, and the balance in the hearts of the militia is slowly tilting.
Chapter completed!