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In the snowstorm, the soldiers walked quickly.

The demons acted as the vanguard. They detected the situation of the surrounding enemies in the front, and after confirming that there were no enemies, they sent a signal to their companions behind. The human race quickly marched towards the camp of the four races under their signal.

Because the snake people are afraid of the cold, the camps where these invaders are stationed are in the low-lying depressions of the barren land.

The crocodile-horned tribe was in charge of guarding above the depression, while the other three tribes were recuperating and warming in the depression, tasting the food they had just looted from the fortress between the winds.

Even though the crocodile-horned tribe has scales all over their bodies, which can withstand the severe cold, they are not angry about being assigned to garrison the camp.

Why do they have to stand here for them with the cold wind and heavy snow, while the other three races can enjoy delicious food and wine! ?

"The Griffin of the Barbarian Clan is really cunning. We gave them a chance to work hard without complaint! The patriarch really shouldn't accept the arrangement of the Barbaric Bull Clan just for the steel sword!" A The thin, tall and horned soldiers of the crocodile tribe looked at the wind and snow, and stood in the tent that could barely block the wind and snow, complaining with their companions.

"You don't know?" One of the companions bit a piece of raw meat snatched from Fengyan Fortress and threw it into his mouth: "That is the blood-sucking steel sword forged by the most powerful blacksmith of the dwarves, Percy!"

"Any enemy attacked by that sword, if the blade is not pulled away from the body in time, will be drained of blood and die! How can the patriarch not agree to get such a treasure? Presumably the patriarch must hold You can't put it down with that sword!"

The crocodile-horned tribe chewed the raw meat in their mouths, and continued: "...Didn't you watch the battle between the patriarch and the earl of Windsmoke Fortress yesterday? If the blood-sucking steel sword stays in his body for a while, the earl You can die on the battlefield!"

Swallowing the raw meat in his mouth, the crocodile-horned tribe looked after it: "It still tastes delicious! Fortunately, we came with this bull tribe, otherwise we would have to spend this winter digging in the swamp to repel insects." gone."

Another tall crocodile-horned tribe came over and snatched a piece of raw meat from his bowl: "You think the patriarch doesn't know the purpose of the bull tribe? But the patriarch still agreed, do you know why?"

The other two crocodile tribes looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Although it appears that this war is an attack led by the barbarian tribe, in fact, behind the scenes is the snake-human tribe! Those old and cunning guys have long planned to occupy more territory in the wild land, But before there were paladins haunting the barren land to suppress them, they did not dare to act rashly, but this time the paladins are not coming, and the snake-human tribe started to take down Fengyan Fortress."

"This time the barbarian tribe used the blood-sucking steel sword in their hands to pull us into the group, it must be the meaning of the snake people!"

"The patriarch thought, anyway, our family has thick skin and thick flesh, and we can't die in winter. Instead of being buried in the swamp all winter, it's better to come out and do a big job."

The crocodile-horned tribe who was holding the raw meat was not angry when he saw that the raw meat in his bowl was eaten up by the other party two or three times: "You ate my raw meat, and your share of raw meat tonight is mine."

"Okay, okay, here you are. I'm going to change shifts at night, and I'm going to have an appointment with the women of the Flying Vulture tribe. They have a lot of food over there!"

Seeing that the companions had no objection to the fact that they were stationed here, and even enjoyed it, the thin and big-headed crocodile tribe who complained just now joined their ranks of gossip: "Speaking of which, those girls of the Feijiu tribe , Why did they come down from the cliff, did the barbarian tribe give them any benefits?"

"I don't know, but this year's snow came too early. The Flying Vultures don't live on earthworms and maggots like us. The stomachs of those girls are very expensive. It should be the patriarch of the Barbarian Clan who gave them a promise. Make a promise about food..."

The crocodile-horned tribe was talking about the other three tribes in their tents. They didn't realize at all that in the vast snowstorm around them, the raid team composed of humans and demons was rapidly approaching.

Achilles and the demon army in front approached the depression where the enemy was stationed, and detected the crocodile tribe stationed on the edge in the snowstorm. There were a total of eight tents, stationed in eight directions, surrounding the entire depression.

In the tents in the northeast and east direction, there was no sound or fire, and their vigilance had dropped and they were sleeping.

After the detection, Achilles went back to discuss the news with Garris, and they decided to break through from the east.

The crocodile tribe has tough scaly skin, and ordinary weapons can't do much damage to their appearance.

But the crocodilians have a defect, that is, the scales do not cover that position under their horned necks, where there is a piece of soft meat exposed, only there is no scales to cover, and that is their Achilles' heel.

The warriors who applied the stealth magic pattern quickly got into the tent in the east. The three crocodile tribes inside were drowsy after drinking and eating meat. The soldiers moved extremely fast. Before the sirens sounded, the blade was thrust into the Crocodile just below the neck, finishing them off.

The sharp sword pierced the sebum like pigskin, and the blood was sprinkled on the tent, but no sound came out.

The crimson blood merged with the pitch-black tent surface, except for the steam bubbling up in the cold air, everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Garris pulled out the long sword that penetrated from the neck to the back and belly, and shook the blood on it.

"go!"

Garris gave an order in a low voice, and led a few soldiers towards the tent in the northeast.

Soon, the tents to the east and northeast were captured.

And it didn't disturb the other crocodile tribes. It seemed that they were very confident in their fighting power, and they didn't expect humans to attack them at this time.

The surrounding crocodile tribes didn't realize that their two guard points had fallen, and they still ate, drank and chatted unknowingly.

In order to avoid alarming the enemy, Garris did not attack the other tents again, but left a few sentry soldiers to guard the two tents, pretending that everything was normal, and before the crocodile tribe outside noticed, they quickly moved towards the enemy. Advance inside the garrisoned depression.

Tucker, the patriarch of the crocodile tribe, is fond of his new favorite, the blood-sucking steel sword.

Although the crocodile-horned tribe is not a war-loving race, they are very bloodthirsty, which can be seen from their love to eat raw flesh and blood, and this blood-sucking fine steel sword just coincides with their nature.

Tucker failed to kill the human earl before, and did not let this blood-sucking steel sword absorb blood, so his hands were itchy right now.

He has heard from Griffin that if the blood-sucking steel sword is full of blood, it will turn red and exude a deterrent magic power. He has long been eager to see the power of the blood-sucking steel sword. Trying the sword with a few livestock plundered from the human race.

A steel sword nearly one meter long pierced the belly of an old dog.

The dog screamed, and then began to struggle violently, neighing while struggling. Although the dog struggled violently, its limbs were tied together, and it was impossible to escape the torture of being sucked dry of blood.

Soon the old dog with sparse hair was sucked out of blood, and died lifelessly on the ground.

"No fun!"

"This dog died too fast!"

Tucker, the leader of the crocodile tribe, did not enjoy the bloodthirsty fun.

He threw the dead old dog to one of his subordinates, "I reward you, today's dinner."

"Thank you, Patriarch!" The crocodile-horned tribe who received the reward carried the old dog down and began to eat it raw.

"When will the Wind and Smoke Fortress be captured!?" Tucker thumped the table with a "bang bang" sound.

"I can't wait to see the scenes of those human races being sucked dry of blood! I don't know if the human race's meat is delicious or not?"

"Hahaha, I think human meat should taste much better than this old dog!" The crocodile tribe who was biting the dog meat agreed.

The crocodile tribe is still thinking about whether the meat of the human race is delicious, but what they don't know is that the camp of the crocodile tribe has been surrounded by demons and humans.

Tucker asked his men to drag up another wild boar that had just been captured from the snow. Tucker pulled out the blood-sucking steel sword and stabbed it directly into the belly of the barking wild boar.

The subordinates echoed by the side: "The meat of the wild boar is soft, much better than the old dog just now!"

Tucker laughed and said: "Hahahaha! It's not bad, but the most suitable for this sword is the blood of the human race—"

Just when the unsuspecting crocodile tribe laughed loudly around the dying wild boar, their raised heads just exposed the weakness of the neck!

Garris and Achilles in the dark looked at each other and launched an attack!

Two teams of people attacked from both sides of the crocodile-horned tribe. Those crocodile-horned tribes were still immersed in this bloody feast. This attack caught them by surprise!

The long swords in the hands of the warriors of the human race went towards the necks of the crocodiles. The crocodiles wanted to grab the weapons at hand or use the horns on their heads to attack them, but they missed the opportunity because of this moment of distraction!

As the leader, Tucker could have fought back, but his blood-sucking steel sword was still sucking blood from the wild boar. At this moment, Tucker had no weapons to defend against, and was bare-handed!

Garris had known the power of that blood-sucking fine steel sword for a long time, and the wound on his shoulder was still aching.

Therefore, Garris and Achilles deliberately took advantage of the opportunity that the blood-sucking steel sword was occupied, and went straight to the leader of the crocodile tribe!

With one blow, Achilles knocked the horns on the head of the crocodile tribe leader, making his sharpest crocodile horns unable to attack.

Garris seized the opportunity and snatched the blood-sucking steel sword from the wild boar. Taking advantage of the chance that the head of the crocodile-horned tribe leader was knocked off, he directly pierced the neck of the crocodile-horned tribe leader with a backhand sword.

The blood-sucking fine steel sword was extremely sharp, and Garris' strength was also enormous. That blow directly nailed the leader of the crocodile-horned tribe to the wall.

"Uh-"

Tucker struggled to stand up, and seemed to be shouting some curse words, but the long sword in his throat had stopped all his voices from coming out.

Tucker felt his blood being continuously absorbed by the blood-sucking steel sword, and felt that his body was losing strength.

The blood-sucking steel sword, which was originally only light red, has turned dark red.

The picture that Tucker had always wanted to see before had already got his wish at this moment.

However, it was his blood that stained the sword red.

"Ahem..."

Tucker reached up, wanting to lick the steel long sword, but before touching the long sword, his blood was sucked dry, and he lost his vitality at the same time as the wild boar on the ground.

And the crocodile tribe holding the killed old dog to eat just now was also killed by the guard's squad leader Pine.

The dog killed by the patriarch of the crocodile tribe was named Duoduo, and it was like a family that accompanied Pine from childhood to adulthood.

Just now, Pine watched Duoduo being tortured and murdered by the crocodile tribe like his family members, and Pine couldn't bear it long ago. Now Duoduo has been eaten by them to the point of stumps. Under the rage, he pierced through the scales of the crocodile tribe and nailed him to the ground.

"Duo, rest in peace..."

Pine picked up Duoduo, who had been injured by the crocodile tribe, and buried it in a clean ground.

The tears of mourning and the joy of victory made Pine show an expression of crying and laughing. This surprise attack was very fast. In less than half an hour, the soldiers completely wiped out the camp of the Crocodile Horns.

The crocodile-horned tribe stationed outside realized something was wrong, and they were quickly killed before they wanted to come in for reinforcements.

The crocodile-horned tribe with indestructible scales could have spent this winter safely in the swamp, and could get more new food in the spring of next year.

However, under the instigation of foreign races, they launched an attack on humans, and then they were all wiped out in their camps.

In the final analysis, these enemies are still too conceited. They think that the human race is weak and can invade at will.

But what they don't know is that what the human race lacks most is a tenacious will and a united heart, which can burst out with unmatched strength in desperate situations.

but

Although they strangled all the crocodilians in the camp and even obtained a blood-sucking steel sword, Gareth's worries still persisted.

"Not right..."

"What's wrong?" Achilles was looking for any living crocodile tribe on the battlefield, and he made up for them, when he heard Garris' voice and asked doubtfully.

"It stands to reason that the movement of the crocodile-horned tribe is so big, the three races inside should have discovered it long ago, but they..."

Garris stood on the watchtower at the edge of the crocodile camp, looked into the depression where the three races were stationed, and suddenly found that there was almost no one there.

"Oops!"