Chapter 269: For the Alliance "Your Highness, let's retreat..." Aitere knew that they had completely lost this battle, so he whispered in Behemoth Stormrage's ear, and His Highness the Prince was angry at this time.
Very, roaring loudly
"No! I haven't lost yet! I still have hundreds of thousands of beast army, so I don't believe that I can't destroy the Free Alliance's less than 100,000 miscellaneous army!"
"Alas..." Atre sighed. Although this beast army is said to be one million, the number that can quickly gather in Bactan is only more than 200,000. Even if there are 200,000, limited by the terrain, it can
Only 50,000 to 60,000 people entered the Bakhtan to fight. It was a sea of beasts, and no matter how many soldiers there were, they couldn't fit into it.
And that idiot Behemoth Stormrage just thought that there were too many people, and a spitting mouthful of water could drown the Freedom Alliance army. However, he did not follow conventional tactics. Instead of fighting the densely packed orc army outside the city first, he directly attacked Buck.
If Tan's city hadn't been blocked by orcs, the opponent's cavalry wouldn't have caused such heavy casualties if they came over.
Therefore, it can be said that Behemoth Stormrage's first move has already declared his failure.
The only way now is to evacuate Baktan with the remaining troops and retreat to the royal capital of Jordan. Using that as a base, you can continue to fight with the Freedom Alliance. But withdrawing there means that you will be restrained by the Freedom Alliance.
If you want to make a comeback again, it will be even more difficult
"My Prince, surrender, you have been defeated." Liu Aiguo's figure appeared in the sky, with a joking expression on his face, staring at Behemoth on the tower and laughing.
"Piro, take all the air troops and kill him for me!" Stormrage's eyes were red. He was extremely angry at this moment and just wanted to kill that damn human.
Piro flew high into the sky, and all the eagle troops and bat troops immediately took off and rushed towards Liu Aiguo.
At this time, the storm warlock below released a bunch of magic blue electric lights, which exploded in the air, pulling out a huge power grid. The bats who were not flying very fast crashed into it, and they all wailed and turned into charcoal, falling to the ground.
When he reached the ground, the Yingman evaded cleverly, but he also backed up and did not dare to move forward and enter the attack range of the Storm Warlock.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Behemoth yelled angrily, "Let the vulture troops come in!"
His Royal Highness the Prince gave the order, and immediately hundreds of powerful vulture troops rushed up. They were faster than the Eagle Men, and their reactions were more agile. They could easily avoid the Storm Warlock's attack.
The next scene left everyone stunned. Behind Liu Aiguo, a large number of densely packed griffons suddenly rose up, numbering in the thousands! And on the backs of the griffins, sharp-eyed Bena elves sat.
Archers. Even if these archers are in the air, their shooting range is more than 800 meters. They are a very terrifying aerial force.
The vultures are fast, and the arrows of these elven archers are even faster! The green light flashes, and the arrows with natural magic are released by them, accurately hitting the vulture troops, even if the penetrating power of these arrows is not as good as the centaurs.
So scary, but the advantage is that it comes with elemental abilities
After the arrow hit the vulture, although these tenacious orcs could not be killed, the death vines that grew subsequently still took away their life.
Almost all the blood was sucked away by the vines, turning into a mummy wrapped in vines and falling to the ground.
"Retreat, Your Highness the Prince..." There was no hope at all now, Atre advised again.
"Retreat...retreat..." Behemoth Stormrage seemed to be a little mentally disturbed. He stayed there, staring at the griffins, muttering to himself.
"Piro, take His Highness the Prince away quickly." Atre quickly called Piro, used the body of a hawk to carry His Highness the Prince, flew into the air, and flew towards the direction of the Royal Capital of Jordan.
"Where to go!" Lao Liu naturally would not let this thorn in his side leave. He sprayed spiritual flames and chased after the fleeing Piro.
"Stay!" White Tiger King Taylor, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, bursting out with a sharp light. He opened his arms, and a pair of white flesh wings suddenly opened from his back, bringing
Fly him into the air
"Tiger King Fist!" A red tiger appeared in the air, roaring and biting at Old Liu.
This punch was so fierce that Old Liu had no time to react. He could only raise his arms hastily to protect himself. He was immune to all magic, but he was not immune to the unique fighting spirit cultivated by the White Tiger King.
"Boom!" Like a train hitting him directly, the White Tiger King used all his strength when he came up, and the King Tiger Fist reached its peak. The red tiger directly hit Old Liu's body, knocking Liu Aiguo in the air and spinning him for more than ten seconds.
circle, and then managed to stabilize his body with spiritual flames
Although he knew that the White Tiger King was a super master, Old Liu still didn't understand why he wanted to use his fighting spirit to directly kill this guy. He was already a sixth-level fighter. If he couldn't even kill the White Tiger King, how could he go back to find him?
Military revenge
"I said, the next time we meet, it will be when I take your head." The White Tiger King flapped his wings, pointed at Old Liu with his right hand, and then made a throat-cutting motion on his neck.
"I also said that the person who lost his head is probably you, the white-haired one."
"Then let your strength speak!" the White Tiger King shouted, vibrating the wings behind his back, drawing a straight line in the air, and rushing towards Liu Aiguo. Old Liu looked at Piro who had turned into a small black dot and disappeared, and sighed.
He breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this guy is destined to die today.
The moment he was distracted, the White Tiger King was already in front of him. The tiger's weapon was his fist wrapped with red fighting spirit, which was more effective than any magic weapon.
This White Tiger King is a master of boxing. He hit Liu Aiguo with a right hook in the face.
His fists were very fast, and Lao Liu was just distracted when the wailing wind sounded in his ears, and then he noticed the fists of the White Tiger King Hong Guoguo.
In a hurry again, he raised his arm and covered it in front of his face
"Bang!" The fist fell on his arm, and the red fighting energy exploded crazily, like a large firework exploding in the air. It was extremely brilliant. Another train crashed over, and Old Liu flew out again, this time flying even more.
Far
"Weak, weak, too weak!" The White Tiger King roared several times and clapped his fists
"Haha, your white-haired fists are quite powerful." Old Liu smiled mockingly. He shook his neck, making a clicking sound, and then hooked his hands at the white tiger king, "Comon, baby, let me
I’ll take care of you very much!”
The White Tiger King couldn't understand this mixed language of English and Northeastern dialect, but he could hear the provocation in Liu Aiguo's words.
"Tiger King Wave!" He waved his fist in the air, and one red air bomb after another, as big as a basketball, flew towards Lao Liu one after another.
The explosive power of these air bombs containing the fighting spirit of the Tiger King is probably not much worse than grenades, or even stronger!
"Machine gun burst!" Lao Liu used his martial arts skills very simply, and punched out countless fists, directly breaking all the flying air bombs. The White Tiger King's move was just a feint. After Liu Aiguo broke all the air bombs,
, there is no longer any figure of the White Tiger King in the sky.
But Liu Aiguo knew that this guy didn't escape because his powerful aura was still there.
"Tiger King Fist!" Liu Aiguo quickly raised his head, and saw a red tiger suddenly descending from high in the sky and pushed by Taylor's fist. The flying was so fierce that it flew directly to an altitude of 10,000 meters in an instant, and then came a
The free fall had the potential to blow Old Liu into pieces.
"MD, if I don't show off my power, you think I'm a sick cat!" Old Liu was also angry. Before the fist could reach him, the energy was already blowing on him. The man also raised his fist, and all the strength in his body surged out.
, gather on the fist
"The sure kill? Spiral impact drill!"
The purple tornado, a punch composed entirely of Lao Liu's battle energy and spiritual power, rushed forward with his fist.
"Bang!" The two fists, one large and one small, collided together like this. The compressed strength and vigor of both sides all hit together, crackled and compressed again, and then exploded in an extremely terrifying way.
"Boom!" The air turned into an oval, rolled and spread rapidly, and Lao Liu's whirlwind also twisted, tearing the red tiger apart piece by piece.
As soon as the fists of the two parties came into contact, it seemed that they were frozen for a second, and then they were knocked apart.
Old Liu was like a cannonball that crashed to the ground with a loud bang, directly blasting a deep pit more than ten meters wide on the ground, with a red aura raging above it.
Looking at the White Tiger King, it was even worse. The wings on its back were crushed by the huge tearing force and turned into minced meat. Its owner was also ejected, almost turning into a meteor, and flew directly in.
Yunxiao didn't know how much time passed before he fell down in embarrassment. This guy almost turned into a bloody tiger. The muscles on his body were torn piece by piece, and the blood wrapped his body and fell together.
"Bang!" He probably flew to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. The acceleration of his fall caused him to create a large pit more than ten meters wide on the ground. But unlike Xiaoqiang-like Lao Liu, this guy has no green intentions.
To treat his wounds, he could only take his last breath and lie in the huge pit without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Just a pinch, this white hair is really strong!" The green aura dissipated, and several of Lao Liu's wounds were healed immediately. He jumped up from the deep pit, cursing, "But
This punch is really good and makes people feel comfortable all over!"
"Masochistic..." When the Alliance soldiers below heard this scene, they couldn't help but think of this word in their hearts.
When Old Liu raised his head again, he found that even the cunning fox of Atre had disappeared on the high tower. It seemed that this guy was too smart and ruthless to leave his hope of survival to the White Tiger King.