Chapter 242 Solomon Bemon's meeting (III)

Golden Bemon Oliver on the side said in a deep voice: "Why don't you go and invite Lord Carl to welcome the Purple Emperor." He was originally from the Solomon tribe, so he is naturally more familiar with the tribe members here.

"Ah, it's Lord Oliver, yes, let's go right away."

The violent behemoths might have been too excited, and all seven or eight of them ran towards the camp for a moment. Oliver frowned and looked at Zi. Fortunately, he did not see any dissatisfaction in Zi's eyes.

Zi said in a deep voice: "Everyone is ready, we may face a tough battle later. If we encounter any obstacles, we will be killed without mercy and retreat to the north."

"Yes, Lord Zidi."

Not long after, a huge body quickly ran out of the camp. Following him were a large number of behemoth beasts, including golden behemoths and silver behemoths, with dozens of them.

"Where is the Purple Emperor, where is the Purple Emperor?" The golden behemoth running in the front was more than twenty meters tall, and her extremely strong body was even bigger than that of Dies, Oliver and the others. Before the people arrived, the roaring sound had already come from afar.

Seeing the arrival of this golden behemoth, Zi knew that he should be the behemoth king of Solomon Fortress Carl, whom his elder brother mentioned.

"I'm here." A low and calm voice was transmitted through the amethyst Bemont's breath. It didn't sound abnormal to other Bemont monsters, but it sounded like thunder roaring in Carl's ears.

A powerful aura suddenly attacked his body. Although he was an extremely powerful existence in the Golden Behemoth, like Santos, he was close to the sub-god level, but when he felt the aura that made his bloodline surrender, his body trembled. He did not even release his breath to fight. He quickly stepped forward a few steps, and knelt in front of Zi with a thud.

"The great amethyst beige finally appeared. Beast God, you are not treating our beige clan with slightest treatment. See Master Zi Emperor." Carl roared to the sky, and tears were already flowing in front of Zi.

In terms of age, Carl is the oldest among the three tribes Bemon Kings. Although his strength is inferior to Santos, he is the most respected elder in the Bemon clan.

Zi took a step forward, his body was only half the height of Carl, but with his arms force, he lifted Carl up from the ground.

"This is the token given by my eldest brother Santos." As he said, Zi handed the token that Santos gave him to him to Carl.

Carl did not go to answer. At this time, his eyes completely solidified on Zi. His huge body trembled slightly due to excitement. "No, no, no, no. Lord Zidi, the breath on your body is the best proof. I, Carl, have been waiting for this day for too long, and you are finally here. The moment for our Bemon clan's revival is finally coming."

The other Behemoths behind Carl were still kneeling on the ground. Zi's originally calm eyes also showed strong emotional fluctuations. Looking at the people of the Earth in front of him, he roared to the sky, and in his roar, he immediately got the response of Behemoths. Countless roars broke through the air. For a moment, hundreds of Behemoths roared at the same time suddenly appeared in the military camp.

Within dozens of miles nearby, orcs of any race could not help but fall to the ground when they heard the roaring roar. The powerful aura even changed its expression on Solomon Fortress.

"Karl, are our tribesmen here in the Solomon tribe?" The roar stopped. Zi immediately became calm. He listened to Ye Yin's bamboo zither music for many years, and his wisdom-filled amethyst bloodline was definitely not as impulsive as ordinary Beamon monsters.

Carl nodded and said, "Yes, including me, there are four golden behemoths, eighteen silver behemoths, and more than one hundred and eighty violent behemoths. Master Purple Emperor. You also know that in our behemoth tribe, both the elderly and children will not appear in the military camp. Therefore, all the people here are adult soldiers."

Zi nodded and said, "Okay, you are anxious to follow me immediately."

"Yes, Lord Zidi."

Bemon is the most powerful race among orcs, and it is also a very special race. The Bemon tribe members will only be recognized by various tribes after they become adults. Young Bemon monsters are often sent to the depths of the extreme northern wasteland to experience and grow. Few young Bemon monsters appear in large tribes, except for children from the Bemon king.

When the Bemon Behemoth reaches a certain age and its combat effectiveness decreases, these elderly Behemoths will leave the Behemoth group and go deep into the extreme northern wasteland to survive on their own. This is the tradition of the Behemoth tribe. Behemoths that can live until old age and leave on their own will be respected by the tribe members.

Bimon only has strong people, and no weak people are allowed to affect the combat effectiveness of Bimon clan. Such arrogance cannot be compared with even a giant dragon.

Carl returned to the camp and summoned the Bemon beasts, and at this moment, dust and smoke rose up in the direction of Solomon Fortress, and a large number of wolf cavalry flocked toward this side.

Zi turned around, and the Bemon soldiers made way for themselves to make a way to let their king come to the forefront of the battle position.

Looking at the dust of the wolf cavalry brought the ground, Zi snorted disdainfully, "Beimon belongs to, prepare for battle. One-word battle formation."

The sharp claws popped out of the broad palms of the Behemoths under the sunlight. At the same time, the Behemoths' eyes released a bloodthirsty light. In Behemoth's eyes, only Behemoth is the noblest orc. For these low-level wolf cavalry, they seem to be no different from ants.

Zi didn't want to kill too much, but when it was time to start killing, he would never be lenient.

All the Behemoths separated from each other, twenty meters apart, arranged in an orderly row, and the distance between the golden Behemoths was as wide as forty meters, because only in this way could they not affect their tribe members when they exert their own strength.

The one-line formation is the most commonly used formation for the Beaumonic Behemoth battle and the most arrogant formation. As the invincible Behemoth Legion of Land Warfare, they do not need to leap. They firmly believe that only one line of battle formation is enough to resist the enemy's charge. Such a battle formation can allow the Beaumonic Behemoth to exert its strongest combat power.

Grassis, Ming, Shan and Lei stood on the left and right sides of Zi, quietly waiting for the arrival of the wolf cavalry.

An invisible murderous aura was released from the Beamon giant beasts. The heavy breathing gradually turned red and the bloodthirsty aura condensed into invisible pressure and rushed towards the wolf cavalry opposite.

Just when the Wolf Cavalry's vanguard was about two hundred meters away from the Behemoth Legion, under Zi's leadership, the entire Behemoth Legion belonging to Qincheng let out a manic roar.

The huge sound waves accompanied by the unique pressure of the Bemon beast, and instantly emptied out. The wolf cavalry in the front lined the wolf and made a wailing sound almost at the same time, and they collapsed on the ground one by one. A large number of wolf cavalry suddenly fell off their seats. Before the two sides had even joined the battle, the wolf cavalry legion began to cause damage.

Boom——, the Bemon Behemoths took a neat step and let out another roar. In front of these ultimate orc troops who were invincible in land, the wolf cavalry almost lost their courage in an instant. As a large number of wolf cavalry fell down like cutting wheat, the wolf cavalry soldiers following behind no longer dared to go to the wall. The queue quickly separated to the sides, not daring to fight against the Behemoth's one-word battle formation.

The huge Amethyst Sword, which was longer than Zi's body, appeared in his control. Zi roared with a loud voice, "Toward the north, advance. Block, kill without mercy."

The Bemon Behemoths took huge steps and moved towards the north step by step amid the roar of earthquakes. Their speed was not fast, but no one dared to go forward to stop them. The wolf cavalry who had fallen to the ground before turned into meat mud under the trampling of the Behemoth's huge body.

Looking at the Bemon beasts' sharp claws that were shining with the light of killing, the wolf cavalry had completely lost the courage to step forward.

This is the domineering behavior of the Beemon Behemoth, and the title of Invincible Land War was not in vain. Of course, this is also an important reason why the three tribes are deeply concerned about the Behemoth. These powerful orcs that are enough to compete with the dragon have a subversive impact on any war.

When Carl led the two hundred tribes out of the barracks, Zi had already led the Bimon Legion of Qincheng to step a thousand meters away, while the wolf cavalry around him followed from afar, but none of them dared to move forward again.

Carl knew that Zi was waiting for him and shouted, "For the dignity of Behemoth." The two hundred Behemoth monsters quickly followed Zi and his party, and the original one-word battle formation suddenly became even larger, especially the super battle formation composed of seven golden Behemoths, four divine beasts and three ice demon apes in the center, which released a terrifying aura.

Just as Zi was about to order the Bemon warrior to speed up and evacuate to the north, the north gate of Solomon Fortress opened again. This time, the one who appeared in the Bemon warriors' vision was no longer a wolf cavalry, but a steel lion.

Carl's pupils contracted slightly and said in a deep voice: "It is Yadoni's Brutal Bear Legion. It is also the absolute ace main force of the Solomon Tribe."

Zi's ​​answer is only four simple words, "So what?"
Chapter completed!