Chapter 287 Jufeng Tribe on

Wow! Whew!

The brute force of the underground tauren was amazing. The three crude shuttle guns projected fiercely at close range. The black metal gun head pierced the air and roared, shooting in front of Leon in an instant.

Leon had expected that the red-blooded epee swept the shuttle gun away and shouted in a low voice, "Opa is on top, I'm not the enemy!"

What he said was not the lingua franca of the mainland, but the ancient beast language that had been passed down for thousands of years. The tauren warrior on the fortress was stunned, and the shuttle gun in his hand was no longer projected.

Oh! Huh!

The figures of the black elves flashed in the woods behind, and several feather arrows roared at Leon.

Leon ignored it and swept to the bottom of the stone wall, and his left hand shook up and threw out the hook.

The tauren fortress built on the top of the mountain is dozens of feet high, and the surface is polished quite smooth. No matter how strong Leon is, it is impossible to jump up out of thin air, with the help of external objects.

Poo!

The shiny metal claw hook fell behind the stone wall and was fixed, and the tauref warrior standing next to hesitated to cut off the rope behind him with the tomahawk in his hand.

He is not stupid. He can see the purpose of this cable hook at a glance.

"Let him come up!"

At this time, a majestic voice sounded, and the tauren warrior immediately put down his weapon.

Leon took the opportunity to climb to the stone castle as fast as possible with the help of ropes. During this period, he was hit by several black elf feather arrows, but finally landed on the wall without danger.

He just stood firm, and more than a dozen tough taurean soldiers rushed over to surround him.

"Opa, I am also a people of God, your brothers!" Leon opened his hands to show that he was not malicious, and also showed his orc identity.

But the tauren did not relax his vigilance. He was either strong and burly and could speak the language of beasts or a member of the orcs. There were a large number of underground races, and there were accomplices of black elves.

"How do you prove yourself?"

The crowd separated, and a tauren shaman came over surrounded by two warriors, looking at Leon with bright eyes.

This tauren shaman looks very old, with dozens of long braided hair and white, and a wrinkled old face silently about the vicissitudes of the years, but his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle.

As a follower, the two Tauren warriors have bad eyes. They have excellent metal armor, and their faces are ferocious and murderous. As long as Leon answers incorrectly, they will inevitably attract thunder attacks.

Leon smiled and waved his right hand towards the tauren shaman, releasing an aura of wisdom!

As soon as he took action, the two tauren warriors suddenly changed their faces. The tomahawk immediately raised. The blade of the axe was shining with blood, and the fierce murderous atmosphere made the soldiers next to him almost unsteady.

" Stop!"

The tauren shaman, who was supported by the aura, had a strange light in his eyes. He still had the afterglow of the halo on his body, and the golden glow jumped up and down like a naughty elf.

"Are you from the ground world?" He asked loudly.

Leon nodded: "Leon, Lord of Sal of the Kingdom of Bimon in the Glorious Continent!"

The tauren shaman took a deep breath and suddenly knelt on the ground to pay the most noble salute to Leon: "God bless the warrior, sir, we have finally waited for your arrival!"

Huh?! Leon was immediately shocked. The other party actually knew his identity. Could it be that his reputation had spread here? But why did the shaman say that he finally waited for himself?

Leon's head was full of paste, and although the tauren warriors and warriors next to him were also unknown, they did not hesitate to kneel to the ground one after another to pay tribute to Leon.

"You all get up!" Leon quickly said, "I don't understand what's going on."

He really wanted to ask everyone if he had the wrong person, but the other party knew that God blessed the warrior clearly.

The tauren shaman slowly stood up, and his old face smiled and became an old **: "God bless the warrior, please allow me to answer your questions."

Of course, this is the best! Leon nodded.

Although the top fortress of the Tauren is not very large, although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, the stone castle is equipped with complete defense facilities, a barracks for soldiers to rest, a warehouse for storing grain, a storage pool, a weapons depot, and even a small council hall.

In this council hall, Leon met another young shaman and warrior leader stationed at the stone castle. They all knew Leon's identity and were very respectful to him.

"God bless the warrior, our giant front tribe has been waiting for you for a long time, and once almost lost hope!"

The old shaman named Sas said, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

The original Jufeng tribe was one of the largest tribes among the Tauren underground, occupying a large territory of the Heizo Plain, but a few years ago, they were defeated in the war with the black elves and suffered heavy losses and repeatedly migrated.

Up to now, there is only the last force left, retreating to the edge of the Heizo Plain, and being beaten by ordinary black elves such as the bloody tribe, which can almost be said to have reached the edge of destruction.

But the people of the Jufeng tribe have never given up hope, because one of the most respected shaman elders of their tribes told the clans before his death that one day a powerful blessed warrior will come from the ground. He will lead his legion to help the Jufeng tribe destroy the enemy and will lead the giant front. The tribe and even the beasts of the whole underground world are going to light!

The shaman elder said that his prophecy came from the instructions of the beast god, so everyone should remember and prepare for the arrival of this day.

Waiting for the difficult and long years of exile, when the Jufeng tribe was exhausted, they finally waited for the arrival of Leon.

"Only God bless the warrior can release such a powerful divine aura. Your power made me suddenly understand God's will. Opa is on top!" The old shaman knelt on the ground again excitedly.

There is such a thing! Leon was speechless for a moment.

But since the other party regards him as a savior, the next thing is much simpler.

Through a mountain path cut on the edge of the stone castle, Leon smoothly went down to the valley and entered the giant front tribe.

Although there was an army threat from the black elves outside, the tauren tribe that received the news was a sensation, and the patriarch, the chief shaman, greeted him in person.

After Leon gave him an aura of wisdom, the elder who mastered 5,000 Tauren warriors also knelt down devoutly.

The people in the tribe lit a huge bonfire, slaughtered the few remaining livestock, and brought out the only wine from the cave to welcome Leon.

But Leon is not in the mood to eat and drink now, because Xiling and others are still lurking and waiting outside the valley.

"Let's celebrate when we repel the enemy outside!" Leon said to the big shaman.

Of course, the big shaman is meaningless. He said a few words to the tauren warriors gathered around him, which immediately attracted countless cheers.

From the eyes of those tauren warriors, Leon could really feel their trust in himself, and the prophecy of the deceased shaman obviously convinced them.

This puts a lot of pressure on Leon.

The battle in front of the valley continued, and the black elf archers changed batches and tirelessly attacked the taureus warriors guarding the city wall.

Tauren warriors can only passively defend against this, and they are so suppressed that they can hardly lift their heads.

Until Leon appeared on the wall.

It is very normal for Tauren warriors to be at a disadvantage in the range and distance of the black elf archers. Their crude crossbows and shuttle guns cannot compete with the excellent archery of the black elfs, and they are completely short-handed to fight against the enemy.

But Leon is different. What he holds in his hand is a long gold bow worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins. The quiver is filled with characteristic armor-breaking arrows with three-edging arrows. With the powerful elemental thunder force, he gave the black elves a big boost at the first place.

Puff!

An armor-piercing arrow penetrated the throat of a black elf and almost broke the whole neck. After passing through, the arrow did not disappear and fell to the ground until there was no feather!

The black elf died on the spot, the body fell to the ground and made a dull sound, and his eyes were blankly waiting for the sky.

The enemy's low-level commander stood only a hundred steps away from the city wall. She was very confident in her strength. While dodging the shuttle gun, she killed more than three tauren warriors with her long bow in her hand.

But Leon's appearance ended her good luck in an instant, and only killed her with one arrow.

Killed with one stone, this is just the beginning of Leon!

He stood proudly on the wall, holding his left hand and firing arrows with his right hand. He shot more than a dozen armor-breaking arrows in one breath, and the arrows were not empty!

All the arrows condensed the terrible elemental thunder force, and the rotation of the string was shot a hundred steps away in an instant. Those unscrupulous and defenseless black elf archers had no time to dodge at all. As long as they were targeted by Leon, none of them could escape!

What's more terrible is that the leather armor on their bodies has no defensive effect in front of the armor-breaking arrows. Every black elf who was shot was shot with a big blood hole was broken and died miserably.

Screams, exclamations, curses... intertwined on the battlefield.

Although the number of black elves shot by Leon can only be said to be small compared with their team, this kind of fierce arrow skill makes other black elves afraid from the bottom of their hearts. They involuntarily retreat, at least in the woods to feel safe.

There were also some brave black elves who launched a counterattack on Leon, and dozens of feather arrows flew towards him.

But Leon quickly moved his position, took advantage of the defense of the city wall, continued to attack from another place, and easily harvested more than a dozen lives.

Seeing that the arrow skill he was proud of was not Leon's opponent at all, more black elves began to retreat.

They also cherish their lives.

(to be continued)