Supreme loyalty!

Xiling and the Templar Knights were stunned, not understanding why the great shamans of the Jufeng tribe were loyal to Leon. ξ:ξPiao Astronomy Network ξ

You should know that if it is out of admiration for the temple, Xiling is far more qualified to accept the other party's loyalty than Leon, but the person the Great Shaman chose to loyal to is obviously only Leon!

Are the underground beast tribes unconscious? As long as they are given a little help, they will take the initiative to apply?

"I am honored to lead the Jufeng tribe all the way forward." Leon was not polite, and there was no need to be modest at this time: "In the name of Oppa, I vow to treat every people well. Under the witness of God, we are all brothers, sharing honor and disgrace, and uniting life and death!"

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became extremely solemn, and the expressions of Xiling and the Knights of the Templar also became extremely serious. This is the oath of God that cannot be disobeyed.

"Opa is here!"

The Great Shaman led the leaders of the Jufeng tribe to kneel down on the ground and expressed his noble etiquette to Leon.

Leon helped them up one by one, said a few polite words, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

At this moment, the Jufeng tribe was completely in the hands of Leon. This was something he had never thought of before entering the underground world, and it was also a huge gain.

Leon had no intention of exploring the mysterious prophecy of the Jufeng tribe. What he had to do now was to bring this underground tribe back to the ground and into his own territory!

"We are willing to give up the camp here and follow you to the ground, but now we are in a state of war with the Bloody Tribe, and they will never watch our tribe migrate away." The Great Shaman said worriedly: "They have twice as many warriors as ours, and there are more wizards."

"If we want to leave, they will definitely not be able to stop it, but" Leon smiled calmly, and a sharp divine light flashed in his tiger eyes: "We can't leave like this!"

"What do you mean?" The Great Shaman was excited.

"Now, it's time for us to fight back!" Leon replied without hesitation.

Counterattack! Everyone looked at each other in surprise.

After the party at the big tent, Xiling asked Leon to her tent.

"Leon, I hope the Jufeng tribe can choose to be loyal to the temple. They came to the ground and returned to Bemon after being inspired by the temple!" The Swan Priestess said seriously: "I think the mentor Farns will definitely agree with my opinion!"

The temple once ruled the entire Bemon beast clan, but now the authority of the temple is far inferior to the previous one due to the division between the royal family, the military and the wealthy families, and barely stood together with the royal power.

If an underground beast tribe returns to the Temple of Beamon, it will undoubtedly be an exciting event for the entire Beamon, and it can greatly enhance the prestige of the Temple.

Although Xiling is young, she has long been respected in the Holy Mountain Temple, and her political sensitivity is not low at all.

But she was still young after all, so she moved the High Priest Farns out.

Leon was not disgusted and smiled and said, "This is no problem. Strictly speaking, I am also a member of the temple. Of course I am willing to do my own strength for the temple. However, the Jufeng tribe can swear allegiance to the temple, and everyone must leave it to me.

You take the prestige of the name and prestige, and you have to leave it to me! This is the bottom line of Leon.

Xiling is very satisfied that although the Taurus warrior is brave and good at fighting, such a tribe will not be taken seriously by the temple, and it is enough to get the name.

"No problem!"

In the sky, there was only a curved stroke left in the huge purple moon.

Darkness ruled the earth, which was the quietest moment in the underground world. Many night-walking monsters also chose to lurk. Only those monsters that were like fish in water in the darkness began their last carnival.

In the corner of the Hezo Plain, in the grassland close to the mountains, thousands of tents of all sizes are scattered, forming a huge camp.

It belongs to the bloody tribe of the Black Elf.

The Bloody Tribe has 17,000 tribe members and tens of thousands of vassal slaves, and controls a territory of hundreds of miles. It is also a tribe with considerable strength in the Hezo Plain.

All the black elves are women, and most of them have the talent of fighting and the aggression of nomadic peoples, even the tribes of the same tribe often break out to the death wars, fighting for territory, slaves and mating tools.

Many underground beast tribes are slaves that the black elves like. They are strong enough to be a labor slave or a reproductive tool. This is why the bloody tribes keep attacking the Giant Front Tribe.

Compared with the declining Giant Front Tribe, the Bloody Tribe has stronger strength. There are more than 12,000 warriors who can pull their bows and shoot archers. Dozens of wizards and two great wizards firmly control the tribe's authority.

In this grassland, no one can challenge the authority of the Bloody Tribe.

Leon stood on the rock and looked down at the camp of the Bloody Tribe. His dark eyes seemed to be integrated with the darkness around him, but the flashing cold light made people tremble.

The thick darkness could not stop his sight. After the silence gained the power of darkness, Leon had an indescribable affinity and familiarity with this underground world, as if he was born and grew up here.

Behind him, in the dense forest, a series of fierce figures appeared quietly, and there were hundreds of heavily armed tauren warriors.

The black elves of the Bloody Tribe would never have dreamed that the enemy they despised and despised would appear quietly near the camp under the cover of the darkness.

From the memory of the great wizard, Leon understood how careless and proud these black elves were.

They were the overlords of this grassland. Before today, they had never failed in the battle with other tribes. They never thought anyone dared to attack them on them, so that there was no scout on the periphery except for the necessary patrols in the camp.

Although earlier, the bloody tribe's army suffered a failure at the entrance of the valley, this obviously did not make the arrogant black elves wary, and the quiet camp could not see the atmosphere of war at all.

"How did you find this place?" Xiling asked.

The swan priest was extremely surprised. Leon's plan to launch a raid on the bloody tribe during Yueque was crazy. But what was shocking was that he actually led 6,000 tauren warriors and all the thunder beast warriors to touch the bloody tribe camp in the dark night!

This is simply a miracle. Could it be that the magic map in his hand can also automatically display the enemy's camp? This is obviously impossible, not a magical tool!

"This is a secret..." Leon smiled faintly.

Looking at the mysterious smile on his face, the girl suddenly felt a little itchy at the root of her teeth and wanted to knock Leon's head with the scepter in her hand.

The longer she spent with Leon, the more she discovered that Leon had a certain attraction, which always made people want to get close to him and dig out the secrets.

The priestess didn't know that her curiosity about Leon was the beginning of some dangerous omen.

Leon did not notice the strangeness of the girl beside him. He looked up at Zi Yue, who was like a hook, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised the red blood heavy sword.

"attack!"

Thousands of warriors rushed out of the mountains like a torrent. They held their weapons and gasped, rushing down the hillside at the fastest speed, and rushed towards the Bloody Tribe Camp under the leadership of Leon and the Templar Knights.

This is a raid in darkness, a counterattack by the Giant Fight tribe against the black elves.

For this battle, the Jufeng tribe almost came out in full swing, and all the warriors and shamans participated, leaving only a few old and weak left behind in the valley camp.

It can be said that this battle is the fate of the Jufeng tribe. If you win, you will avenge your previous shame and Leon will return to Bemon. If you fail, then the entire tribe will truly fall into an irrescueable abyss.

Without Leon's determination and confidence, the giant front troops led by the Great Shaman would never have done such a crazy move.

But their trust in Leon made them devote themselves to this battle without hesitation.

But the facts proved that Leon's judgment must be correct. The black elves did not notice their actions. The powerful bloody tribe was sleeping, not at all aware of the blade lit up beside them.

The Taurus soldiers held the weapons in their hands tightly, rushed down the hillside, and then they dispersed their formation and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Every soldier gritted his teeth and did not let himself roar because of the burning fighting spirit. Only his neat steps made the earth tremble slightly until

"kill

Leon's roar was like the horn of war, exploding in the empty plain.

"kill!"

The Taurus warriors who rushed in the front stopped. They lit the grease tied to the tip of the shuttle gun with flint as fast as possible, and then threw the shuttle gun at the camp of the Bloody Tribe with all their might!

Hundreds of burning shuttle guns drew brilliant tracks in the air, and the bright fire suddenly dispelled the darkness and came to the bloody tribe in an unexpected way.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The first thing the shuttle gun hit was a tent. The sharp spear tip broke through the skin sewn by the coarse skin cloth and shot it in. The burning oil immediately caused a disaster.

Black elves like to make their residences neat and warm. They often lay thick animal velvet carpets and soft couches in their tents, but once these things are lit, the horse will form a fire that is difficult to extinguish!

One wave of projection, the second wave of projection, the third wave of projection... The shuttle guns flying in the air seemed endless.

If it's nothing if just one or two tents catch fire, but when hundreds of muskets fall into the camp like raindrops, dozens or even hundreds of tents catch fire at the same time.

The doomsday finally came to the head of the Bloody Tribe!

What's scary is that at this time, most of the black elves were still sleeping soundly, and they were not prepared for this disaster at all. @ya
Chapter completed!