Chapter 47: Life is like grass
The man's voice was not loud, even a little calm, but it was this tone that made the other person speechless.
Even Yi Xifeng was secretly surprised by this man's words and reaction. Although there was no real fight now, a secret confrontation had begun. The battle between the two armies was not as simple as I thought. From raising the momentum to building momentum before the battle, from calling the formation to launching the attack, it was all a strategy. Who said that there would be no strategy among the orcs? Who said that strategy was exclusive to the human race?
"We have nothing to discuss with you. The ancient era has long passed. Now is a new era. We must see the general trend clearly. Our people are right. This war was started by you. If you want to fight , then let’s fight, let’s see what the outcome is today, we will know after the fight.”
"Rogue behavior is always shameful. If you know you are wrong, why should you start a war?"
The people on the battlefield were agitated. When everyone saw that the red-coated side took action without calling for formation, they originally thought that the pre-battle call would be a little different this time, but they did not expect that this would be the result in the end.
"We are just passively defending. If it weren't for the sake of the one from ancient times, do you think you still have room to stand here and talk to us now? I would have beaten you when you first attacked. Are you still not grateful to us, the White Tiger Beast God, when everything falls apart? You really don’t know how to live or die..."
"Huh? It seems that this battle is not such a simple struggle for power."
The fair young man's eyes were wandering, trying to hear some clues from the words of the two armies confronting each other. He had asked Brother Zhou and others before, but they all said they didn't know. It seemed that no one was interested in the cause of the war. Everyone His mind is filled with his own interests.
Maybe those monks with strong cultivation will know, but if you want to know some secrets, you will have to get into those people's circles. If you get the news, it will not be easy to get out of them.
In fact, Yi Xifeng also thought that if his strength could not be recognized by the red man and the Xizhou Sword was not handed over to him, what could Hua Neng do? If I can help her solve some things, can I increase my leverage?
Unfortunately, his plan failed the next moment. There was no major dispute between the two armies. It seemed that one of them didn't want to say anything more.
"Hmph, then let me see the real chapter. I want to see who doesn't understand etiquette."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless beast kings on the ancient road looked up to the sky and roared, covering the entire battlefield with monstrous murderous intent. The anger in their hearts burst out from the inside out. The shouting array may not have won, but it was precisely The lack of words to fight back only made these strange beasts become even more violent.
The man standing on top of the giant bird used his skills to the extreme, and a terrifying aura came to the battlefield. Feeling the emotions of the person behind him, the giant bird under him let out a long cry, and the sound range It was so high that it penetrated the eardrums of many low-level human monks.
This aura...is another alien beast emperor!
Yi Xifeng squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the battlefield. He didn't know how much power was hidden in it. There were already three Beast Emperors on the surface alone, but the person above the giant bird might not be... In the realm of a hero, he should also be a proud man of heaven, and a proud man who is loyal to the ancient ways. When he recalled those people in his memory, he had never heard of the Tianjiao Beast Tamer, and they might be the descendants of another hidden power.
"Kill me!"
"Leave these confounding things on this battlefield!"
With the sound of explosions, the war that had been brewing for a long time finally broke out. The monks of each realm followed their leaders and rushed to their own battlefield area. The two warring parties were densely packed, with different sizes and races. There are all, man and beast, beast and beast, man and man.
As soon as there was a confrontation, the ground was stained with blood-red blood, just like the wave, which made people feel frightened.
As soon as there was a confrontation, the ground was stained with blood-red blood, just like the wave, which made people feel frightened.
"It's time for us to get going!"
The smell of blood rushed straight from their noses to everyone's minds. At this moment, everyone was infected by the situation in front of them and followed Brother Zhou into the battlefield.
It's night at the frontier, and the war on the battlefield still hasn't stopped and is still going on. The land in the wilderness was stained red with blood, and even if you lay down casually, you would feel sticky on your body.
That's blood that hasn't dried yet.
This is a vast wilderness, a vast frontier city, a battlefield, and a ruthless harvesting machine. There was no emotion, only endless shouts of killing. Looking around, one could see how many creatures were still fighting.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
On a battlefield with strong cultivation and strength, any one person can mercilessly kill a large number of people with low cultivation. But it is impossible for them to do this. The opponent can only be someone with similar strength to them.
However, there were also monks or strange beasts who died due to the aftermath.
There is nothing you can do but blame yourself for your bad luck. Even the battlefield patrol officer is helpless against this situation. There are too many living beings affected and it is impossible to take care of it. Furthermore, this is a battlefield, a place where life and death are divided. It is not a training ground for fighting and fighting, nor is it a second son who comes out to experience and is protected by experts.
Being able to divide the battlefield is already the best opportunity.
If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself! Unless you choose not to come here!
This battlefield is so big that you can't see the whole area. Some beast kings are as big as a house, while others are as small as the palm of a hand and are uneven. The impact is so wide that I don’t know where to start. Just the death of dozens or dozens of creatures will not affect the development of the entire war situation at all. Here, life is as light as dust. Don't say you are just a soldier. Even if a young general dies, who will care?
You are not those commanders, those proud sons of heaven on the pyramids, sons of the Holy Land, or princes of a country.
How can you be qualified to be taken seriously? When he dies, he dies, without a name or surname, no one to mourn him, and no monument to remember him.
How many people tried their best to run their skills, overdraw their lives, and die together with the opponent. How many alien beasts blocked the gun to protect their contracted beasts. How many beastmasters used their lives to delay the opponent's progress in order to keep their contracted beasts alive. ?
Perhaps such behavior would be recorded in a book outside, or perhaps it would be known to everyone, but here, it can only be drowned in more killing cries, and it will last forever with the land here.
Completely explains what real life is like grass and grass.
(End of chapter)
