Warlock War

Just when the three daughters of Wang Xu and Nilu, riding on the pale green undead bat summoned by Zana, walked through the pale green bushes, hiding their figures, and flew down from the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Baker and his son and Rebecca ordered their subordinates to raise the flags of their families according to Wang Xu's orders. In less than a minute, the top of the short mountain that stretched for one kilometer was all blood red. The flags are full.

Now, there is no need for spies to inform. The centaur soldiers camped outside the dry gate to the northeast of Iris City all saw the low mountain covered with blood-red flags two kilometers southeast.

The leader of the more than 10,000 centaur warriors, the Centaur General Sharpel, looked at the countless red flags on the low mountain in the distance with an indifferent expression. After watching for a minute, he said in a deep voice. Asked an aide next to him: "How many people are there on the mountain?"

After observing it repeatedly, and after counting down secretly in his heart, the staff replied in a deep voice, "Probably seven to eight thousand people."

"Whose army is that, Silas's?" Sharpe slightly wrinkled his forehead, continued to look at the low mountain with red flags, and asked his aides in a deep voice.

"That's impossible. Our spies have been observing the situation of the Silas Legion," the aides shook his head. "The Silas Legion has crossed the Sizna River to the north. It is at least five days away from here, even if they stay overnight. Hurrying, they won’t come back in three days. Even if they can come back in three days, then, they are the exhausted teachers at the end of the battle, and they are simply vulnerable."

After a pause, the aides added: "General, we have also arranged a hunting team of one hundred people behind the Silas Legion. It is impossible for any one person to tell Silas about the current situation of Iris City. Of the Legion."

"Since they are not from Silas, who are they, the Elf Guards, or Rangers?" Centaur General Sharple asked in a puzzled manner: "There seems to be no Elf Guards and The power of the Rangers is really strange!"

At this moment, the scout came back. He entered the camp gate and headed straight for Sharpel. As soon as he arrived in front of Sharpel, he breathed heavily while reporting: "Report to the general, there is a mountain over there. The number of heavy armored infantry of the elven clan is unknown, but our leader is going to investigate, and there will be news soon."

"Very well, um..." After a moment of indulgence, the Centaur General Sharpel commanded: "You go and convey my order to General Sisar, and let it take two thousand people over to see. If there are not many enemies, then They will be wiped out. If there are a lot of enemies, then don't fight with them for the time being, and wait for me to lead people over. Okay, you go.

"Yes, General." After paying a salute to Sharpel, the spy turned and left, to inform the commander of Sharpel's commander Sisar.

"General Sharpe..." The staff looked worried and asked Sharple in a puzzled tone: "Is the two thousand people too few?"

"Not a lot," Shapoel replied, "Did you not find that the top area of ​​that low mountain is not very wide? If it is a heavy armored infantry, it will be crowded with two thousand people standing on it. How could it be possible? There will be seven or eight thousand people. Didn’t you see their purpose of waving the flag? They are bluffing. If they really have seven or eight thousand people, then they will come directly to fight us. Why hide in the mountains? Is it obvious, they are scared!"

"The general has a good opinion, and the subordinates admire it, but, general, why did you send General Xisar to lead the troops alone, it is..." The staff did not finish the sentence, and it did not want to offend the commander Xisar.

"I know that Xisar is a bit reckless, but when the number of enemies is small, you don't need to be too cautious, and you just rush them away, and then you can chase and kill them. If you do such things, you belong to Xisar. The best, just leave it to it." Sharpe said his calculations in a deep voice.

The staff wanted to remind Sharp to be more cautious, but when he saw the impatient expression on Sharp's face, the staff gave up.

"I know what you are worried about. Don't worry. We are centaur warriors. Our 200-man army is enough to kill 1,000 enemies. What's more, Xisar brought out 2,000 people, even if the opponent had 10,000. , It's not enough for Sisar to kill, you can rest assured." Centaur General Sharpe persuaded his staff again.

"Yes, General, I understand..." This time, the staff had completely swallowed what they wanted to say.

At this moment, a squad of about two thousand centaur soldiers rushed out of the camp under the leadership of a strong centaur general. The centaur general who took the lead was too strong. If the ordinary centaur warrior is already as strong as a oxen, then the centaur general is as strong as a rhino, two or three times bigger than the oxen.

The centaur general who took the lead was the commander Xisar who was known for his recklessness in the name of Sharp.

"Charge, keep up with me, let's get rid of the group of trash elves on the mountain who can only shake flags!" Xisa screamed while charging wildly.

"Kill!" The two thousand centaur warriors who rushed out following the commander Xisa, roared wildly at the same time, the roar shook the sky.

Just as the 2,000-person centaur army rushed towards Wang Xu, the leader of the centaur spy and his fifteen spies came to the valley.

When the four hoofs just stepped on the land in the valley ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the leader of the centaur scout felt a chill in his heart, a feeling as if being stared at by some powerful beast, immediately enveloped his heart, one In an instant, it understood that it had encountered a strong enemy and had been a spy for more than ten years. It had a strong sixth sense of crisis. It was very clear that its own feeling could not be wrong.

The leader of the centaur spy, who knew he was in danger, did not recklessly order his men to retreat, but cleverly shouted: "I don't know who your Excellency is, but I am not here to oppose you. I am a representative. General Sharpel of the Centaur race, here to tell you that we have an enmity with Franken, the lord of Iris City. It is a personal grievance and has nothing to do with the elves. I hope you don’t handle this matter."

"Really?" A whisper came from nowhere. I just listened to, "Swish, swish, swish..." The leader of the centaur spy suddenly noticed that several rattans sprang from the ground. , Some rattans are purple and poisonous at first sight, and some are blue, thick and strong.

"The rattan is poisonous, be careful!" Just after the leader of the centaur scout reminded himself of the next sentence, he regretted it instantly, because when his men dodge the poisonous purple rattan, those cyan rattans The big leaves of the washbasin slashed across the necks of its subordinates like a sharp blade, and in an instant, all of its subordinates were in different places.

Just when the centaur scout leader wanted to ask for mercy, the leaves on the green rattan slashed its four hooves and cut off its arms. Before realizing what was happening, it suddenly fell over. On the ground, a tall, thin man in black with his face covered.

"Okay, let's talk..." This is an ironic sentence that the centaur spy leader heard before he felt the pain in his heart. That tone was just mocking himself... (To be continued.)