Although the dwarf trainer's ability to detect through Thunder Eagle is very powerful, it also comes at a price. In this process, once the Thunder Eagle is damaged, he will also suffer the same damage.

However, according to his current situation, Thunder Eagle should not lose much health, otherwise he would have been more than just spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Retreat, everyone retreats back to Blackstone Castle immediately!"

Levitra made a quick decision and issued an order to retreat, because it was obvious that the upcoming enemies were not something they could handle. It was the mission of the dwarf aboriginal people of Blackstone Fort, and there was no need to waste their lives here.

Then he saw the dwarf trainer in front of him spitting another mouthful of blood.

"What's going on? The enemy is still attacking you? No, attack your Thunder Eagle?"

The dwarf beast trainer nodded with some difficulty: "Yes, sir, the other party is still attacking the Thunder Eagle, but fortunately the other party uses thunder magic, and my Thunder Eagle has a very strong resistance to it, so I didn't suffer too much damage, vomit!"

Before the dwarf trainer finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood again. Obviously, the other party was gradually increasing the attack frequency.

Levitra gritted his teeth: "Send all the harps to act as cannon fodder, I just need the Thunder Eagle to come back!"

At the beginning, Levitra was preparing to treat the harps as aerial scouts, but he did not expect that the dwarf trainer actually brought a powerful version of the Thunder Eagle, and now there are buildings to recruit bats in the Watch Village, so the existence of these harps has no value.

Although they are much stronger than bats, it is only relative to that. Levitra is not prepared to use them to attack the enemy. Now if they can successfully save the Thunder Eagle, it doesn't matter if they die!

After hearing Levi's words, the dwarf trainer made a decision. He closed his eyes and began to use all his energy to communicate with the Thunder Eagle and the Hawks. Soon he stopped vomiting blood. Levi also saw that the avatars of the Hawks belonging to the Hawks were disappearing rapidly in his team bar. Obviously, they were all killed by the enemy.

After another ten seconds, the dwarf trainer opened his eyes again. Although he lost more than one squad of harps, he finally successfully let the Thunder Eagle escape from danger. However, he did not have any joy in the aftermath of the disaster. He just looked at Levitra nervously: "Sir, we should leave as soon as possible. The enemy attacking us is a powerful screaming shaman, and now he seems to be rushing towards us!"

Perhaps the dwarf trainer knew that he had caused trouble, so he became more and more obedient to Levitra.

"What are you waiting for? Run away!"

Although Levitra had no idea what the screaming shaman was and what kind of strength he had, even if he had a team of Taurus as a guard and was even with a guy named Beast King, Levitra knew that the other party was probably a beastman hero, and he was not a rookie hero like Huameis when he first met!

With Levitra's order, all his troops immediately began to retreat in an orderly manner, but because of the dwarf's short legs, the speed was really not fast. Fortunately, when the dwarf trainer first spoke, he had already ordered the troops to retreat. Now the fastest troops and cavalry units remained in place.

A few seconds later, Levitra had seen the smoke and dust flying in the distance, and the enemy was indeed coming towards them!

Levitra gritted his teeth. It seemed that his previous small plans had to be accelerated. If he had a carriage now, he would never be so embarrassed.

However, Levitra soon noticed several beasts following the dwarf trainer, two of which were leopards and one fierce lion. These were all the rewards he gave to the other party before.

Levitra immediately pointed to the fierce lion with a bigger head: "You, ride it!"

The dwarf beast trainer was stunned: "Sir, although I have a basic riding skill, I can only ride the most basic war horse. I can't ride this big guy at all!"

Due to the dwarves' natural short legs and short hands, the mounts they can choose are really limited.

So far, they have only found rock sheep, an animal that has lived with dwarves for the longest time, and can barely be regarded as a mount on land, but riding rock sheep requires intermediate riding, which is too difficult for dwarves.

To a certain extent, the Rock Sheep Cavalry recruited by Levitra are all geniuses among the dwarves, which is one of the reasons why there are no cavalry in the regular dwarves army at all. Not only does the dwarves not need them, but also because it is difficult for them to appear in a system. If the third-level troops did not appear on a large scale, they would not have much effect on the dwarves army.

Although the dwarf trainer barely learned a low-level riding technique due to his own profession, it is still a long way from riding a rock sheep, not to mention a ferocious beast like a ferocious lion. Cats have never been a creature suitable for mounts!

Of course, Levitra knows this. You should know that Huameis’s mount is also a lion. Huameis needs advanced riding skills when riding it.

But this was also a helpless move. He had no other way. Those relatively slow-moving subordinates had already followed his orders and started returning to Blackstone Fort one step ahead. Now, except for himself and the cavalry of Huameis, there were only the dwarf trainer and his animal brother.

"Either ride it and we return to Blackstone Castle safely, or you are caught up by the squealing shaman of the beastman, we have only two options now."

If it weren't for this point, Levitra wouldn't have forced the other party who has become more and more respectful and obedient to him recently, but he really has no more choices. This game does not have the function of bringing people to ride a horse!

After hesitating for a few seconds, the dwarf trainer gritted his teeth, and he finally jumped onto his fierce lion's back, because compared to Levitra, he knew more about the danger of staying here, because when he was young, he had seen the power of the beastman shaman with his own eyes when he was catching wild animals. Those guys with stench all over the body controlled the power that even scared him!

Although the dwarf trainer's posture of holding the fierce lion's neck tightly made him and the fierce lion very uncomfortable, at least his movement speed increased a lot. Levitra sent several rock sheep cavalry to follow him, just in case the dwarf trainer fell down, he continued to retreat.

When Levitra and others retreated for hundreds of meters, the human players who had originally picked up cheap people behind him took the initiative to come over, as if they wanted to stop Levitra's way forward, and by the way, they said: "Sir, we are the God-Choose Heroes from the Empire. I wonder if there is anything to help you?"

Levitra immediately understood that the reason why these guys dared to snatch their prey so unruly was because they regarded themselves as indigenous people, and they believed that they would not take the initiative because of this little thing.

Because compared to players, most of the indigenous people are relatively simple, and killing enemies is much more important than obtaining spoils, so they dare to do that.

But even if he figured this out, his disgust for the other party did not change at all. The other party was indeed snatching things under his nose. He was already generous enough if he didn't cause trouble for them. How could he give the other party a good face?

Levitra immediately scolded the other party without mercy: "Do it all, if you don't want to die!"

While speaking, the war horse under his crotch still did not slow down at all. If the other party did not dodge immediately, he would probably be knocked out directly.

Several human players suddenly had different expressions. They were shocked and a little angry, because this was the first time they were treated like this. They were just NPCs, and some things made to serve players. Even if the other party looks like a high-level NPC, they can't treat themselves like this?

However, a middle-aged man in the lead seemed to be much more mature. He grabbed his angry companion, bowed and retreated, and at the same time he kept a smile on his face: "Yes, sir, we offended him."

Although he was also very angry, he did not want to offend the high-level NPC in front of him. Not only because the other party is a human being like him, it may be easier to get along with each other, but also because fighting behind the other party, the gains are much better than those who work hard for him and others. He doesn't want to waste this opportunity. If the other party leaves now, it doesn't mean that he won't come back later. It's no benefit to offend the other party now.

But Levitra didn't care about the other person's expression at all. He rode a war horse and galloped away from the other person's side. There were even a few pieces of grass and trees splashed by horse hooves, which almost flew into the man's mouth, which made his face even bluer.

"What, bah!" A little brother beside him couldn't help but curse at the backs of Levice and others.

Of course, he would never dare to insult the other party in person. Because as early as the beginning of the game, many players who were dying insulted the NPCs in the novice village, and then were killed directly by the angry NPCs, and even refused to provide him with any services.

Even the NPCs in the novice village dare to do this. This guy who looks much more advanced at first glance will definitely not mind killing them.

Another little brother couldn't help but lean over: "Brother, should we continue? We wouldn't feel very comfortable without these NPCs being cannon fodder to attract firepower."

Although being able to safely arrive from Hemgart to Blackstone Fort more or less shows their strength, their strength is much different on such a huge battlefield.

"That's right, boss, we may not have enough people. Should we call some people from the guild?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "How many times have you said, don't call me boss, call me president. In this game, I am the president of the Conqueror Legion!"

"Ah, OK, President, then do we want to call me..."

"Well? Wait a minute," Brother Lei waved his hand to stop his younger brother's speech, and said in confusion: "Why do I feel the ground trembling? Is there an earthquake in this game?"

Soon, before Brother Lei could figure it out, one of his little brothers screamed in disbelief: "Boss, it's wild boars, flocks of big wild boars, those are wild boar cavalry!"

The thunderous hooves approached quickly, and the figure of the enemy became clearer and clearer. They were groups of beastmen riding on the backs of wild boars three or four meters long, and some razor beast cavalry.

At the front of them, there was a huge chariot pulled by five or six razor beasts. One was over three meters tall, extremely strong muscles, and a messy horn on his head, which was as sharp as a blade. Just looking at his appearance, you can tell that he was definitely a super big boss orc!

Lei Ge and others had no time to let out a desperate scream, and they didn't even use the beastmen to attack. They were run over by rolling wheels with their subordinates, and then they were trampled into meat paste by groups of razor beasts.

The leading powerful beastman was very excited to drive his chariot, crushing back and forth several times, and then stopped with a little breath.

At this time, a chariot smaller than the other side slowly leaned over, with an orc holding an axe in one hand and a staff in the other, speaking: "King Gosarre, have you killed all the damn humans?"

The beast king among these beasts was called the King of Gosarre. He stared at the beastman who was more than one shorter than him with his huge eyes, and then snorted: "That's right, Duoge priests, these humans and dwarves are vulnerable. I want to attack immediately, occupy this castle, kill all the dwarves, and then steal their wine to see if those idiots Centaurs said as good as those idiots!"

Even among the beastmen known for their chaos and madness, the Centaur tribe is a rare alien. They only know how to enjoy and drink all day long, but are not very enthusiastic about killing and destruction in the nature of the beastmen.

But it is probably a blessing for them. Even the bloodthirsty orcs who were born to only know how to kill have heard about the dwarf's wine that filled the entire old world.

The Doge priest waved the short-handled battle axe in his hand fiercely: "I will support you, King Gosare, the Moon of Chaos has blessed us. Now our tribe is unprecedentedly crowded, and our power is unprecedentedly powerful. Let the blood of the enemy pour on the earth, let us move towards the direction guided by the great blood god!"

Unlike most races in the Old World, the beasts did not have their own beast god, but this does not mean that they did not believe in the gods.

They believe in the evil that represents the most primitive, the gods of Chaos:

Tsengchi, symbolizing tricks and conspiracies;

The purgation symbolizes disease and decay;

Slaanes symbolizing desire and depravity;

And finally, because of its blood and power, it is worshipped by the vast majority of Beastmen, symbolizing cruelty and destruction.

But in most cases, beasts are more willing to call it the Blood God!

"Yes, I will. Under the influence of Chaos Moon and Ten Thousand Demon Rock, our strength and power have been greatly enhanced. It is time to make these damn guys pay the price!"

The beast king Gosarai stared at his blood-red eyes as big as an egg, and looked at the direction of the Black Stone Castle with hatred.

Although the biggest enemies of the beastmen are wood elves and humans, they definitely don’t mind killing some dwarves. Even the Blood God they believe in will see this very happily, because the great Blood God never cares who the enemy is, nor who is dead. He only cares about whether the blood flows enough!

The beast king Gosarre looked back behind him, where a group of powerful beastmen who were even taller than themselves were slowly approaching, and the horns on their heads were so eye-catching.

Under the influence of Chaos Moon and Ten Thousand Demon Rock, these high-level units among the beastmen also began to appear in teams. What's more, there are a few much larger figures behind them. If it weren't for their low intelligence, they would probably not be able to command the other party with their own strength.

All I can say is that all this is the gift of the great blood god!

"Doge Sacrifice, I will now order all the soldiers to attack the dwarf's castle with all their strength, first use those low-level cannon fodder to consume their resistance, and then send all their strength to attack. Do you have any objection?"

The priest Dog, who had a swelling muscle, looked like a warrior and more than a mage, lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "King Gosarre, since you send cannon fodder first, why not send some special cannon fodder?"

While speaking, the Dog Saint looked at a few hundred meters behind him. There was a group of special orcs dressed in different clothes from ordinary orcs. They were noisy there and said some messy words in their mouths. Most of the orcs who mastered a lot of taboo knowledge could not understand.

The beast king Gosarre's huge nostril immediately spitted out a heat. He was not satisfied with those guys who were very weird in behavior and words for a long time. However, because of the other party's special identity, he did not want to kill the other party with his own hands. However, the proposal of the Doge priest now is exactly in line with his ideas.

"Okay, I will sacrifice the sacrificial rituals and send orders to let those shitty god-chosen heroes go to the front to participate in the war, and give them more cannon fodder troops!"

"Yes, King Gosarey, everything is for the glory of the gods of Chaos!"
Chapter completed!