On the main battlefield of the King's army, the three Totem Warriors were showing their abilities. The Totem Warrior with the shadow of a giant wolf behind him had five long fingers. Every claw attack was accompanied by a sharp airflow, which tore people's bodies apart like swords.
The Totem Warrior with the shadow of an eagle behind him flapped his shoulders like wings. Every time he attacked, his speed was unparalleled, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
The Totem Warrior with the shadow of a wild lion behind his back roared like thunder. Every punch and kick of his would be accompanied by a thunderous sound wave attack. The ordinary soldiers would be thrown to the ground by the shockwaves.
The three of them joined forces to attack. The surrounding soldiers, whether it was the Hunter or the Quitt, could not interfere. If they got close, they would either be torn to pieces or sent flying with a punch. The latter would roar like an idiot.
In the center of their siege, the Totem Warrior with the shadow of a giant elephant behind him resisted with his powerful physical strength and thick armor-like stratum corneum.
Totem Warriors were strong warriors who had absorbed part of the essence of ancient beasts and could exert the power of ancient beasts. The four Totem Warriors were obviously the same.
However, it was three against one, so the Elephant Warrior was at an absolute disadvantage in the battle. The Wild Lion Warrior was confronting him head-on. Every time they collided, the sound wave attack would shake his body.
He roared, "Eagle, Night Wolf, Angry Lion, you three are attacking me together. Is this the behavior of a warrior?" It was unknown whether he was calling out their names or nicknames, but it was obviously referring to the three Totem Warriors in front of him.
Eagle was the fastest, constantly circling around the battlefield. Although he did not attack much, he was the biggest threat to the Elephant Warrior. Hearing the Elephant Warrior's words, he laughed, "Old stupid elephant, you are still so stupid. We have fought so many times, don't you understand? This is a war between races, where life and death is at stake. There is no honor or self-respect.
The three of us are fighting you together, so we want to win and not let anyone get hurt. "
Night Wolf snorted coldly and pounced forward. His claws brought about waves of air that tore through the air as they collided with the Elephant Warrior's iron fists. His hands were numb from the impact and he retreated. However, the Elephant Warrior's fists were also covered in wounds from the claws.
On the other side, Angry Lion once again stopped the Elephant Warrior who was about to chase up. He roared, and the Elephant Warrior stopped in his tracks and felt dizzy.
He sneered, "Don't talk nonsense with him. His Royal Highness is watching. Hurry up and finish him!"
The three of them formed a circle, unleashing punches, kicks, and claws. In a series of quick attacks, the surging powers connected together like a meat grinder, smashing out toward the Giant Elephant Warrior.
With the combined strength of the three of them, even an iron ingot would be shattered by this joint attack. Although the Elephant Warrior's skin was rough and his flesh was thick, his body was already riddled with holes from the previous series of battles. Now that the three of them were using their strongest attacks, the Elephant Warrior couldn't hold back at all.
He blocked Night Wolf's claws in front of him, but his back was kicked by FlyingEagle. He staggered a step, and just as he was about to turn around to block FlyingEagle's next kick, Furious Lion's fist had already landed on his stomach.
Pfft! Under a series of fierce attacks, the Elephant Warrior spat out a large mouthful of blood. He knelt on the ground, his face pale.
Flying Eagle laughed sinisterly, "Old stupid elephant, the Quettes are already dead in name. Why do you have to be so stubborn? The First Prince said that if you are willing to join him, he is willing to let bygones be bygones and give you the position of general. He will also let you rule over a territory and lead a division yourself. "
The Elephant Warrior smiled bitterly, "The hatred between the Quettes and the Hantes can't be washed away even with all the water in Lake Metia. You want me to be his subordinate? Sure, let him give me the head of the Hante King in exchange. "
"You are courting death." Angry Lion glared and pointed around, "Look around. Do you think you still have a chance of winning? If you don't surrender, you will just die in vain. "
Just as the four totem warriors were fighting, the cavalry of the Hantes had already completely suppressed the Quettes. More than hundreds of Quettes were killed in just a few minutes. The remaining Quettes were surrounded, and their space to move was getting smaller and smaller.
The Elephant Warrior laughed bitterly and struggled to stand up. His eyes were crimson red as he opened his mouth and let out a long roar. That roar was like the cry of a giant elephant. It rumbled and gave people a feeling of boundless power.
As he roared, the joints, bones, and muscles in his body trembled violently. It was like the final radiance of the setting sun, and his combat power was restored to its peak state again.
However, this move was obviously a forbidden move with great side effects. It would not be used unless it was a matter of life and death.
"There are only Quettes who die in battle. There are no Quettes who surrender."
"I have long understood your strength, but long before we came, we were already prepared to die. Children, are you afraid of death?"
"No! No! "
"No! No! "
"No! No! "
The Quettes' army suddenly erupted with a roar like a tsunami, and a shocking and tragic aura soared into the sky. This kind of fervent elegy and fanatical belief overwhelmed the Khantes' aura for a moment.
Zhao Qingling, who was outside the battlefield, saw this scene and her expression changed. Although the strength of the four armies was definitely far superior to the Quettes' army in front of her, they definitely did not have this kind of heroic spirit.
"Fervent elegy. These Quettes' warriors are indeed heroes."
On the other side, Crown Prince Towa did not have such thoughts. He sneered and said, "They're courting death. Father must be angry with them for doing this."
As expected, soon after Crown Prince Towa uttered these words, an earth-shattering bull roar reverberated while a huge shadow of a bull emitting white radiance appeared from the rear of the King's Tent Army.
"Very good, very good. Zack, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
The one who spoke was the Crown Prince of the Khantes, Monaludao. This Crown Prince of the Khantes was also a Totem Warrior, and he seemed to be more powerful and unfathomable than the other four Totem Warriors present.
However, Zhao Qingling was not surprised at all. She had long known that the King of the Khantes and several other princes were Totem Warriors. This was because barbarians like them did not have any etiquette or family rules.
A prince would have dozens or even hundreds of wives. He would have so many sons and daughters that he couldn't even count them all himself. They weren't valuable at all. If they did not become a Totem Warrior, they would not even have the qualifications to fight for the throne.
It could be said that the fight for the throne of the Khantes was cruel and bloody. Just the step of becoming a Totem Warrior eliminated 99% of the people.
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