While the army of monsters under the Red Dragon were stationed, the army of brown-skinned wild boars was heading towards the triangular plain in the distance.

Some orc wolf cavalry and wild boar cavalry opened the way on the grassland, followed by the main force of the wild boar man walking, while the master priest, Bethasha, was on a special "horse" carriage in the middle of the team.

The special carriage looks like a thick wooden board on four wheels, with seats fixed on the thick wooden boards, and a pillar is used to support a sunshade in the back.

The main material of the carriage is hard cypress wood, and the thickness of the wood strip is three times that of the ordinary carriage. The connection is fixed with iron sheet and pulled by twenty carefully selected strong wild boars.

The reason why twenty wild boars were used as power was not because of their majesty, but because if the power was small, it would not be possible to pull this real heavyweight in the car.

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

This is blatant surveillance!

But she had no choice. The harp was far away and flew high, and magic, magic, and arrows could not reach them.

Bethasha felt something was wrong and waved to the wild boar cavalry not far behind her. This was her confidant, the high-level wild boar warrior - Uk, and Uk was also the wartime commander of the army.

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

"It's probably four hours left."

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

"Abide by the order!"

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On the other side, a few kilometers west of the Triangle Plain, herds of cattle and sheep bowed their heads and ate grass. Not far away, there were a series of white tents. In the tents, barbarians and men and women shuttled back and forth, milking, killing cows and sheep, etc., and a breath of life.

Unlike the general malnourished natives in the North, these barbarians are tall and strong, with a rosy complexion, and are wearing special fur clothes from the barbarians. They are not beautiful, but they are strong and durable.

In addition, a scimitar was hung on the belt around each barbarian male. They were members of the Frost Axe clan, one of the eight major barbarian tribes.

Barbarians, also known as northern barbarians, are nations on horseback.

Similar to centaurs, barbarians are also nomads, with their main business being grazing and their side business being robbers, but barbarians are more dangerous than centaurs.

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

And there is also a very important point. The barbarians are very united. When facing foreign races, even barbarians from hostile clans can temporarily put aside their personal grudges and unanimously face external forces.

When force, wisdom, and unity are combined, the overlord race of the Northern Prairie is born.

In the large tent in the center of the tent, the Frost Axe Barbarian Chief, Yarman Frost Axe, stood with his hands on the table, staring at the map on the table, staring at the location of the Triangle Plain near the Modor Forest, where a town was marked.

"His servant, the brown-skinned boar will definitely be defeated. Will you send someone to remind them?"

On the sheepskin blanket, the man in black robe who was sitting quietly by default touched the cold crystal ball on his hands and said lightly: "No, let them see the power of the evil dragon, otherwise what can we use to convince others."

After a pause, he continued: "But they are potential allies after all, so they can't lose too badly..."

In the sky far away from the Frost Axe Barbarian's residence, a harp hides herself with magic. She is Luna Blood Feather, who was sent by Jose to monitor the Frost Axe Barbarian.

Luna Blood Feather stared at the barbarian camp in the distance. She dared not approach, or even dared to reveal her existence.

Unlike other indigenous tribes that do not have the means of empty air, the barbarians have a tradition of training eagles, and the Frost Axe Barbarian clan has a violent prairie eagle that can only fly by manned people.

For a magician who is about to enter the advanced stage, a fierce prairie eagle is not enough to make her feel afraid. What she is afraid of is the chief of the Frost Axe Barbarian.

Luna Blood Feather recalled the information Red Dragon had given.

"The Frost Axe Barbarian Clan is one of the eight barbarian tribes, with a population of nearly 90,000. Chief - Yarman Frost Axe was a master-level peak warrior many years ago. Now it is suspected that he has touched the threshold of the legend and has entered the half-step legendary stage. In addition to the Frost Axe Chief, there is another master-level warrior in the clan."

Looking at the herd of horses running on the grassland, Luna Xueyu felt solemn.

"No wonder my master asked me to monitor here personally. This barbarian clan is indeed not simple."

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On the northern border of the Triangle Plain, two wolf cavalrymen who also performed realm missions met on the grassland, but one side was the orc wolf cavalry and the other side was the zombie wolf cavalry.

The wolf under the crotch of both sides is also different. The orcs ride the prairie wolf, and the ugly rides the trunk. In terms of size, the trunk is one size smaller than the prairie wolf, but the advantage is that it is flexible, light and strong endurance.

Both sides looked at each other from afar, and their eyes were facing each other, and they all saw the murderous intent in the other's eyes.

The war will burn.

The orcs hug their companions tightly, and their bodies are low and hiding behind the wolf hair. The wolf of the orc wolf cavalry often starts feeding since childhood, hunting, fighting, and growing up together. With all year round, each person and one wolf cooperates with each other.

The moment the orc's body was low, the wolf under his crotch moved, and he moved his limbs to run and sprint. The extreme quietness of the confrontation was to the extreme movement of running at full speed and completed the transition instantly.

Gnoll Wolf Cavalry - Varber stared at the rushing opponent, his adrenaline secretion accelerated and his heartbeat accelerated.

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

But Varber didn't, he stretched his hand behind him, with a longbow on his back and a quiver with arrows on his back.

From dozens of werewolves to become a glorious wolf cavalry, Varber relies not all on force, but also on his own emotions.

According to the mysterious master, simple bravery is not qualified to become a wolf cavalry!

Even though his enemies made Varber tremble with excitement, he still remembered the training he had received.

Centaurs, wild boar knights of wild boars, and orcs are all imaginary enemies trained by the gnoll wolf cavalry, so even if he has never met, he knows how to deal with the enemy in front of him.

In simple power collision, zombies of the same level defeat more than they win, so it becomes particularly important to take advantage of their own advantages to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

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

Professional training has wiped out his irritability, making him more rational, and more importantly, making his muscles remember the wartime reactions and making combat an instinct.

Take the arrow, roll the string, pull the bow, and shoot a series of actions in an instant.

The arrow broke through the air and shot the running grassland wolf, but was knocked away by an axe by the orc, and its movements were flowing.

He shot again and was avoided by the enemy.

A veteran orc soldier with rich combat experience, or an orc robber.

Varber made a judgment, and with a slap in his seat, the Timberwolves sprinted.

He wants to get closer. The closer the distance, the shorter the flight time of the arrow, the shorter the reaction time left for the orc veteran, and the easier it is to succeed.

In this short period of sprinting, he only had one chance to pull the bow and shoot. If he failed, the battle would enter a more dangerous melee stage.

The grass on both sides retreated rapidly. When the distance was ten meters, Vaber aimed, pulled the bow, and shot. Then he threw away the bow and arrow, and pulled out the big knife at his waist.

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

The wolf running at high speed suddenly lost its strength, and his legs fell to the ground with a soft edge. The orc behind the wolf flew up under the influence of potential energy.
Chapter completed!