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"Let Shooting Condor take it."
These five words, to Zarimu's ears, were as terrifying as life-threatening notes.
The Condor Archer, that is the most elite unit under his command, and it is also his trump card in the bottom of the box, and it is also the guarantee for him to become the Great Khan.
? Before leaving the barracks, Zarim firmly believed that as long as he used his own carving skills and his own strength, he would be able to sweep everything away.
At this moment, he faltered.
The opponent's strength is unpredictable, and they came here in no hurry, full of confidence.
This made Zarim subconsciously startled.
"Why, you didn't listen to my order?" Just when Zarim was hesitating, Mu Niao's voice rang in Zarim's ear like a death knell.
"Don't dare, please forgive me, my lord." Zarimu was terrified, and hurriedly said.
Mu Niao said coldly: "Then why are you still standing there, kill him."
Zhalimu said: "I'm just afraid that there are people from sects hiding among them."
Mu Niao snorted coldly: "I'm here, if someone from the sect comes, as long as I don't die, they won't attack you, let's kill you."
"Yes!" Zarim shouted, and pulled out a long gold knife from his waist himself.
The long knife shone with dazzling golden light in the sun.
He spotted a direction, which was exactly where Yue Chen was.
Yue Chen was supported by everyone like stars holding the moon, combined with the information from Hong Guo, Zhalim recognized Yue Chen at a glance.
And there were only a thousand people around Yue Chen, who were about the same as the eagle shooters under his command.
I am still a master at half-stepping into the King of War.
Thinking of this, Zarim took a deep breath, and the next moment, Zarim shouted: "Warriors of the Condor Archer, follow me to kill the enemy."
From Zarim's crotch, a red thousand-mile BMW suddenly sprang out.
The horse's fur was burning like a flame, and its speed was faster than those bloody horses behind it.
Behind him, the archers carried bows and arrows and held black iron knives, turning into a torrent of steel, rolling towards Yue Chen's direction.
Everyone is wearing black iron armor, holding a black iron knife, and a black iron shield pinned to the horse's belly. Even if they have a magic crossbow, they can't help them.
As they charged, their aura became stronger and stronger, and they became one, turning into a billowing killing intent and rushing forward.
Everyone watched them silently. They represented the strongest force on the grassland and the most elite troops of the Oirat Empire.
"The Hong people must be killed." Countless people clenched their fists tightly, pinning their hopes on this army.
They carried the hope of survival of hundreds of thousands of people in the Oirat Empire.
The speed of the war horses has been raised to the extreme, and their aura has also climbed to the peak, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, slamming into the enemy fiercely.
This time, the archers did not shoot arrows, because the damage caused by bows and arrows is limited when the strength is similar.
They want to use a hand-to-hand battle to achieve a hearty victory, bringing hope of survival to the desperate Wala enemies.
The distance between the two sides quickly approached.
Zhalim held the golden knife in his hand tightly, with an extremely indifferent expression, staring closely at Yue Chen.
But on Yue Chen's side, he still stopped in place.
He missed the best time to charge, so he didn't choose to charge.
They are too big.
On Zhalimu's golden knife, flames billowed. This is an extremely terrifying force, surpassing the spirit of war, and has a taste of a war king.
The flames on the knife scurried wantonly, as wild as his master, and was brought up by Zarimu with a strong murderous aura.
Afterwards, with the force of thunder and lightning speed, he slashed fiercely at Yue Chen's chest.
?With his strength and the impact of his BMW, this knife showed the peak of his strength, and it was also the most perfect knife since he practiced.
After cutting out this knife, he seemed to suddenly shatter the darkness deep in his soul, and a ray of light shone down from the void, illuminating his world through the ground.
He actually realized it during the battle, he saw the real state of the king of war, he finally reached the king of war.
At the most desperate moment of the Oirat Empire, under tremendous pressure, he finally realized and stepped into the battle king.
Became the first Great Khan of the Battle King level on the grassland in three hundred years, and his lifespan will continue to increase for at least fifty years.
He also became the first war king of the current four prairie empires.
At this moment, he was full of pride.
All thoughts were born in an instant, and his long knife was still cutting towards Yue Chen's throat.
Just at this moment, Yue Chen drew his sword out of its sheath, and there was also a flash of golden light on the sword.
Zhalim felt a different flavor from Yue Chen's golden light.
That ray of golden light seemed to be purer and more brilliant, like a dragon in the nine heavens roaming the void, roaring to look down on the world.
He didn't even know why he had such a thought, but when the thought came up, he felt that it should be like this.
The golden long sword collided with the long knife, and the next moment
Zarim felt as if a hill hit his golden knife, and the huge counter-shock force instantly sent him flying upside down.
He subconsciously clamped the war horse under him, and then felt the sky spinning, and then he and the horse fell to the ground violently.
Until he fell to the ground, Zarim was in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real.
I have already been promoted to the King of War, how could it be possible to be sent flying by the opponent's sword? This is too unreal and incredible.
This is completely impossible right!
Later, he heard Yue Chen say coldly: "Tied."
A big foot stepped on his chest, and Zarimu suddenly transferred the power to the palm of his hand, and then pushed it hard to the sole of his foot.
The soles of the feet did not move at all.
The huge pressure on the soles of his feet made Zarim unable to resist.
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head with a feeling, and saw a massacre.
All the rushing eagle shooters, like lambs who committed suicide, were slashed to death by the long knives of Yue Chen's soldiers, as if they were willing to die on their own initiative.
One knife per person, there is no need for a second knife.
It was as if the warriors had no resistance when they met the generals.
The blood flew, and the mutilated corpse fell beside Zarimu, and Zarimu's eyes were full of horror.
That long knife smashed not only the eagle shooters, but also the hope of the Oirat Empire's survival.
Zarim finally knew why the other party was able to drive hundreds of thousands of troops here, but it was too late to know now.
Zhalim looked at the black-faced general who stepped on him, and asked, "Are you the famous general Dian Wei under Yue Chen's command? I've heard your name before, but I didn't expect you to be so much stronger than I imagined." .¡±
The black-faced general said indifferently: "No, I am Qian Hu, you are not qualified to let General Dian take action." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com