Chapter 1244: Survive From Desperate Situation, Reinforcements Arrive

"The Sorrows of a Young Wizard ()"

"Let's go, get out of here quickly!" The chief of the Qiulin tribe pushed his son away and tried to stand up. Without the arrows, the long bow in his hand had become a decoration. The long spear was scarred due to repeated weapon collisions.

After the fighting spirit was exhausted, his physical strength also began to lose a lot, but the enemies were still coming in a steady stream. There was no hope of ambushes on all sides. The soldiers beside the chief of the Qiulin tribe had already laid down on the ground.

They are all first-order warriors, the elites of the Qiulin Tribe and the Youhe Tribe. However, due to the long-term battle, their fighting energy has been exhausted, and they have completely lost the ability to fight again. The enemies are surrounding them on all sides. If there is not another side, they would not be too high. Get closer, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on until now.

"Father, it's too late, no one can leave now." The heir to the chief of the Qiulin tribe dropped the broken spear in his hand on the ground, picked up a spear that other soldiers had thrown on the ground, and looked at the people lying on the ground. Partner, his face is full of pain.

Seeing the sad look on his son's face, the chief of the Qiulin tribe felt extremely regretful, "It was my self-righteousness that harmed you."

"No, Father, this is my own choice. After all, compared to the legendary invasion of hell demons, I am more willing to believe that this is the conspiracy of the Youhe tribe to return to their ancestral land." The heir to the chieftain of the Qiulin tribe had a smile on his face. , as if the ghoul not far away did not exist, looking towards the west: "At least most of our tribe has evacuated safely, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here. Is it really okay for you father and son to say this?" The chief of the Youhe Tribe shouted dissatisfied: "Although it has always been my dream to return to my ancestral land, but is it too much for conspiracy?" That's a bit too much. Old man, are you sure it's not because this scumbag made a mistake because he didn't study the documents left by his ancestors carefully?"

"And you are not only implicating your son, but also our father and son." The chief of He tribe looked at not far away leading a group of warriors to gallop around, forcibly repelled a wave of ghouls, and brought The son slowly returned with blood all over his body, a look of loneliness flashed across his face.

"I was indeed wrong this time. The ancestral documents are something that every chief must read familiarly. How could I not know it? But, who would have thought that the legendary hell demon actually existed and reappeared in the world? Our world." The chief of the Qiulin tribe had a look of helplessness on his face: "You came here as a clan before, and you couldn't see any traces of the war. Plus, that guy's tone was so loud, it sounds like nonsense. Badao is an unreliable guy, so..."

Chief of Youhe Tribe: Co-author or is it our fault?

"Father, there are too many demons in hell, and reinforcements are still coming from behind. We, we are afraid that we won't be able to hold on for too long." The spear in Maras's hand was firmly inserted into the ground. This spear was Ke The gift given to him by the Lord of Lyon City, the master-level alchemy equipment was not comparable to the weapons made by natives like them, but there was no damage at all on it.

"How much fighting spirit do you still have?" The chief of the Youhe tribe suddenly asked, causing the expression on Malas's face to change slightly, "Father, I will not run away from battle for the second time!"

"This is not an escape, but a strategic retreat. The unnecessary sacrifice is shameful!" the chief of the Youhe tribe denounced in a low voice.

"Maras, the fighting energy in our bodies is basically exhausted. After a day and night of fighting, the tribesmen have fled to a safe place. Now it is time to consider our own comfort. Any strength we retain is for future counterattacks." The chief of the Qiulin tribe also began to persuade Maras to leave.

"Maras, after you leave, we will also choose to break out, but there are too many hell demons here, so our breakout may not go smoothly. Even if we break through successfully, we will still be chased by them all the way. I hope you can fight as fast as possible. Rush to the ancestral land as quickly as possible, and then find reinforcements to support us." The heir to the chieftain of the Qiulin tribe looked at Maras with a sincere expression.

Malas couldn't help but his eyes were hot. Breaking out was not easy.

They were already exhausted. Except for themselves, who had a little fighting spirit, everyone else was almost at the end of their rope. The reason why those hell demons were not in a hurry to attack was because they saw that they were almost at the end of their rope and were unwilling to do any more unnecessary things. sacrifice.

As long as a little bit of wear and tear is spent, people like myself will be worn to death. There is no need to make greater sacrifices. After all, the damage caused to them by the powerful people in their 50s and 60s before is not small at all.

"Damn bastards, their trebuchets are coming up again." A big soldier responsible for reconnaissance and intelligence warned, and everyone immediately stood up and took precautions.

"Everyone hide in the Ice Hell!" The chief of the Youhe Tribe immediately issued the order. This was their last line of defense. However, under repeated bombardments, the ice here also suffered some damage, and as time went by, the Ice Hell The power is also slowly fading, and I don’t know how long it can last.

Wait, are there more enemy trebuchets this time? There were trebuchets advancing slowly in all directions, there were actually hundreds of them, and they also saw that there were huge rocks placed on the trebuchets, and there were actually groups of ghouls.

In order to deal with the hell demons, they directly demolished some buildings of the Qiulin tribe and built a simple camp based on the Bing Ling Hell, thereby resisting the waves of attacks from the hell demons. Now the defenses are damaged and their own troops are exhausted. Not to mention, the enemy actually planned to launch a wave of air strikes.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Continuous roars accompanied by smoke and dust, screams, and roars.

"The Centaurs will never be slaves!"

"Those who offend the Centaurs will be killed without mercy!"

"Demons of Hell, this is the territory of my Centaurs, get out of our home!"

Figures fell from the sky and landed fiercely on the group of Hell Demon Catapults. The Catapults were torn apart by the fighting spirit. The demons who operated the Catapults were not powerful, and they suffered heavy casualties under their powerful offensive.

"Woo~Woo~~~" A horn sounded, and thousands of horses galloped in the distance, and the dust filled the sky. I saw a Centaur army whistling in, and the rain of arrows fiercely tore a huge hole in the Western Ghoul Army.

"Hahahaha, old guys, are you dead? The great Elma of the Galloping Horse Tribe is here to save you!" A loud voice sounded, accompanied by a fierce fight, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"It's the ancestral land, the ancestral land reinforcements have arrived!" The chiefs of the Youhe tribe and the Qiulin tribe showed a look of ecstasy on their faces, but Maras looked up at the sky. A small flying machine in the sky kept jumping down and smashing into the enemy army, disrupting the formation of the ghoul army.

"It's them, the exploration team." Maras's words attracted the attention of the two chiefs, and at the same time noticed the situation in the air.

The two chiefs couldn't help but blush. They were not fools. The reason why the reinforcements from the ancestral land came so timely must be related to them. After all, there were many people from the two tribes who escaped, and most of them were old, weak, women and children, which seriously slowed down the speed of advancement. These reinforcements were obviously not what they asked for.

And the only one who could do all this in such a short time was the exploration team with super high flying speed.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a figure fell to the ground fiercely, and a huge fist waved to the side. A powerful force appeared out of thin air and knocked away an entry-level ghoul that bypassed the defense and lurked quietly in front.

"Hey, we meet again. You don't look very well. Are the hell demons very tasty?" The Lord of Corleone punched out with both fists continuously, and the shadows of fists beat the hell demons who were desperately rushing to destroy them and broke their bones and fell to the ground.

"Holy potion, the best choice for restoring physical strength, fighting spirit, and energy. Do you want some? There is a 12% discount for buying now." The Knight of the Wall Temple galloped in front of them on the second-level steel puppet warhorse.

"The battlefield is unfolding, the ice hell!" Vivian's voice made most of them shiver. This was not because of the cold, but a conditioned reflex after being beaten.

"Fire dragon across the sky!" Susan did not let Vivian be the only one in the front. A huge and ferocious fire dragon flew out with its wings flapping. Wherever it passed, the hell demons turned into balls of flames and struggled to die. The killing efficiency was even higher than Vivian's mobile ice cave.