The buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword rang out on the silent battlefield. The surrendering beasts raised their hands, knelt on the ground, and showed a gesture of submission. When the people heard the buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword, they felt their hairs bursting and trembling, as if every inch of their muscles did not belong to them.

In just half an hour, they watched with their own eyes as the fireballs and ice spears of those powerful Warcraft nobles were split apart by this strange-looking and strange-sounding weapon.

Another long cylindrical weapon made a deafening sound, tearing the flesh of their companions and those Warcraft nobles.

They wanted to run but found that their retreat had been cut off long ago. Even though they looked bigger, tougher and more numerous, they still lost.

Many surrendered Beastmen would subconsciously tremble when they looked up at the Star Knights wearing heavy metal armor. The bloody, cruel and violent scenes had turned into the heaviest shadow, reflected in the depths of their hearts.

At this moment, the forest was also razed to the ground. There were huge trees blown up by bombs everywhere, and the grass was messed up by the sharp blade of the chainsaw sword. The criss-crossing and vertical slash marks were like children's graffiti, making a mess of the whole earth.

The arrogant and domineering Warcraft nobles had been beaten into a pool of flesh. From the remaining heads, one could see the arrogance in their eyes and the real fear when they met the enemy.

Looking at the rows of big beastmen squatting with their hands on their heads, Patton touched his helmet.

"It's possible that we overestimated them. They are indeed big and powerful, but the weapons they use are really outdated."

This was what he thought in his heart. Although the data observed through the helmets of those beastmen were not high, they were big enough.

Patton was afraid that the other party would use some unprecedented strange and bizarre abilities, so he opened fire at full force right from the start. However, he never expected that their attack was like a strong wind tearing a piece of rag.

The opponent was completely blown away by the wind and then torn into pieces.

The metal faces behind the helmets of other Star Knight recruits also revealed frustration. There was nothing they could do. Their opponents were simply too weak. The military merit statistics system within the Achilles Warriors was very strict. Each helmet was connected to a special rune that recorded the number of enemies killed and their quality.

These beast orcs, haha, their leaders, those orcs riding on giant lizards are just that kind of stuff.

To put it simply, Achilles warriors are special construct puppets that specialize in defense and strength and have weapons to assist in attacks. Each of them is targeting a first-level life form, so it is too easy for them to deal with those second-level apprentice-level Warcraft.

Patton looked at the interstellar knights who were a little frustrated but still sticking to their posts, carefully cleaning the battlefield, shook his head, and casually grabbed a piece of rope enchanted with the runes of toughness and contraction.

"Come with me and see how the Chapter Master will execute you..."

Patton pulled the rope, and the beastmen stood up obediently one by one. But looking at their blank eyes and trembling hair, Patton slapped his helmet and suddenly remembered.

"Oh, by the way, you guys don't understand, you're so weak..."

I can't even understand what people say.

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Temporary Command Center In a temporary command post, Willix, the commander of the regiment, was discussing the next strategic deployment with the captain of the first company and the priests.

Around them, the auxiliary basic puppets responsible for engineering construction were quickly building a position system made of special metals, and began to quickly deploy heavy magic crystal artillery.

The skilled driving Star Knights started the tanks, and the field tanks began to quickly transform into battlefield mode, while light and heavy tanks, hover tanks, etc. began to slowly move outward, widening the battlefield as much as possible and preparing for all possible unexpected situations that would be faced next.

Boom boom boom……

"What's up?"

Willix said this without even raising his head. As he spoke, he pointed at a mountain range. The other two priests adjusted the data of the mountain and offered their own suggestions.

The old soldier raised his head and chest and spoke loudly to Willix.

"Captain! A reconnaissance team has arrested orcs from the lower levels of the local civilization system. According to the team leader's description, the orcs and orcs are relatively weak!"

Oh? Willix looked up. He didn't expect that one of the reconnaissance teams that had just been dispersed had already grasped something, and even thought that the Warcraft were relatively weak.

Willix's gaze affected the company commander next to him, who quickly stood up and spoke in a deep voice.

"Captain of the Chapter, every leader of the reconnaissance team I choose is a warrior who has experienced many battles. They are all veterans of the Astral Knights Chapter."

What he meant was that what the team leader he chose said must be based on facts and must be reliable.

Bang!

After hearing this, Willix turned around and walked out of the command center. The chairs next to him were knocked to the ground by his huge body, making a harsh sound.

In that case, then let's take a good look at it. No matter how good the enemy's statistics are, it can't compare to seeing it with your own eyes.

As soon as he went out, Willix saw the leader of the reconnaissance team not far away, and even saw two medals hanging in front of the leader.

A very good young man, he has two medals of honor at such a young age. Maybe he will be able to have a better position in the regiment in the future.

Nodding to Patton, Wilix came to a minotaur.

This is a typical buffalo, a minotaur with crescent-shaped horns, dark blue skin, and very powerful muscles. It is about two meters and five centimeters tall and looks majestic, with the appearance of a muscular man. However, the tameness and fear revealed in his eyes have completely betrayed his mentality.

Willix stretched out his hand and grabbed the minotaur's neck, then lifted it up. He sensed the minotaur's blood flow, muscle tremors, heart rate, and the runes on his palms to get a rough idea of ​​his physical condition and strength.

Well, it is indeed very weak, with only a good-looking frame. Its strength seems to be just barely passable, and its muscle tissue is not suitable for long-distance running.

It is suitable for being responsible for planting in the rear areas, but can only be used to bluff people on a large-scale battlefield.

This was Willix's final evaluation of the minotaur.

After personally detecting these big beastmen one by one, Willix had a rough idea in his mind. After learning about the strength of the orcs through Patton's description, Willix felt that the tactics of their regiment should be adjusted.

He was a little disappointed that the enemy was not as powerful as he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)