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Chapter 1228 - 1228 207 Prairie Tremor_3

1228: Chapter 207: Prairie Tremor_3 1228: Chapter 207: Prairie Tremor_3 Just stepping out of the tent confirmed the reality.

Maxim’s huge physique was too recognizable.

“Quick, bring the Dragon Slayer Spear!”

Chief Palmer ordered in panic.

There was no chance, the team in front of them was indeed the one attacking the Imperial Court.

Without any surprises, the Imperial Court was most likely already lost.

“Father, our Dragon Slayer Spear is missing the launcher, I’m afraid…”

The reminder of his son brought the enraged Chief Palmer back to reality.

The Dragon Slayer Spear, a relic of the past era, had long been phased out with the departure of the giant dragons.

It was kept mainly as a collectible, with very few still in functional condition.

Even in the past era, this weapon was only a threat to the giant dragons; there weren’t many successful cases of slaying dragons.

Maxim always relied on his impressive appearance; his stature comparable to that of the Dragon King was enough to dispel all fantasies of dragon slayers.

Calming down, Chief Palmer’s face showed a look of despair, and he immediately instructed his son beside him, “You must leave with the tribe’s heritage immediately, the further the better!

Everything must prioritize the continuation of our species!

The enemy came prepared, and we all fell into their trap.

After this battle, the status of our Hawkman Royals is inevitably doomed…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the battle had already reached them.

Clearly, his subordinates didn’t disappoint Chief Palmer’s “expectations,” quickly succumbing to defeat.

There was no way around it; if the Imperial Court, with tens of thousands of soldiers, couldn’t withstand the enemy, a mere large Hawkman Tribe stood even less of a chance.

“Go quickly!”

While urging his son to leave, he picked up his long spear and faced the enemy.

Chief Palmer, being a tribe leader, was no weakling.

Unfortunately, his luck wasn’t good, directly facing a Sanctuary Knight as his opponent.

After a brief exchange, Chief Palmer was knocked flying, and his long spear broke into two halves.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Chief Palmer, who lay on the ground, used his last strength to say, “Despicable!”

Sanctuary Powerhouses disguising as Seventh-order Knights, was really too bullying.

If Palmer had known the opponent was so formidable, he would have turned and fled.

The elderly Hawkman who came to report earlier was very clever; he had disappeared from the battlefield, having rushed out at the first news of the enemy attack.

The uninformed might think he went to fight, but in reality, he sought the opportunity to flee.

“Naive!”

Perhaps deeply moved or perhaps intentionally adding insult to injury, the wry smile of the Sanctuary elder made Palmer die with his eyes wide open.

…

As the survivors fled, news of the Hawkman Court being attacked quickly spread across the prairie.

By the time the news reached the Bearman Imperial Court, eight Hawkman tribes had already been victimized, with over two hundred thousand Hawkman becoming victims.

Watching the report in his hands, the Hawkman Emperor could hardly believe it was true.

Without laying an ambush, their homeland was lost first.

The bloody slaughter continued; the enemy was clearly intent on annihilating the Hawkman Clan.

“Reinforcements?”

The thought barely crossed his mind when the Hawkman Emperor shed bitter tears.

The Hawkman tribes near the Imperial Court were some of the most powerful within the clan.

These elites were wiped out by the enemy in one sweep, leaving the Hawkman Clan powerless to organize an effective counterattack.

“Everyone, our Hawkman Clan has been ambushed by the Alpha Kingdom, and now the Imperial Court has fallen, and many nearby tribes have been slaughtered.

Please, everyone, let us join forces to keep this enemy confined to the great prairie!”

The Hawkman Emperor stated firmly.

Even though he knew that seeking help from allies was unreliable now, the Hawkman Clan had no other choice.

After such devastating losses, how could they not even make a move to counterattack?

If no action is taken and the enemy is allowed to continue slaughtering, they will soon vanish from the Orc Prairie.

“Hawkman King, I’m afraid we need to consider this carefully.

The enemy moves too swiftly, our people simply can’t catch up.

Even the Sanctuary Powerhouses have joined the battle, and it’s still difficult to pin them down even if we know their location in advance.

We should ask the Anti-Human Alliance for help!

The Alpha Kingdom has broken the rules by using Sanctuary Powerhouses on the battlefield, we need the Alliance to dispatch Sanctuary Powerhouses to support us!”

The Tiger Clan King slowly suggested.

If faced with the Hawkman Clan in their prime, he certainly wouldn’t dare to so quickly contradict the Hawkman King’s face, but times have changed, and the current Hawkman Royals are practically existing in name only.

Initially, the Hawkman Clan was the floorboard of the Royal Families; if it weren’t for serving as the air force of the Orc Empire, they wouldn’t even deserve this status.

This main force’s major losses being quite hard to recover from had directly disrupted the newly formed political balance of the Orc Empire.

The Four Royal Families had been able to strongly suppress the Seven Great Royal Clans, now reduced to Three Great Imperial Clans, it’s hard to say whether they can maintain their strategic advantage.

“Hmph!”

After a cold snort showing his dissatisfaction, the Hawkman Emperor sat back down.

It’s not that he didn’t want to continue fighting for support, but the other three Emperors, who should have stood by him, opted for silence at this moment.

Clearly, their silence was their stance, agreeing with the Tiger Clan King’s suggestion.

The reason was harsh; they truly couldn’t catch up to the enemy.

Even if they dispatched reinforcements, they would only end up passively being attacked.

In the short run, the Orc Empire is powerless to stop the Alpha Kingdom’s strikes; hence the next issue is merely about who the unfortunate victim will be.

It’s better for the Hawkman Clan to be beaten than their own.

The strategic significance of the Air Force is indeed crucial, but compared to their own species’ interests, it must take a backseat.

Perhaps feeling a bit excessive, the Bearman Emperor slowly started speaking: “Hawkman King, the Alliance needs time to make a decision, and in the short run, we are powerless to stop the enemy, order the tribes to disperse quickly!

Gathering together is simply presenting the enemy with a more efficient means of slaughter; it’s better to split into smaller groups and temporarily avoid the blunt of the assault.”

Frankly speaking, this idea was very timid, completely lacking the boldness befitting a Royal Family, yet this was the Hawkman’s best option at the moment.

It’s very difficult for tribes of tens of thousands to relocate without leaving any traces.

Even if they moved immediately, they wouldn’t get far.

But if reduced to tribes of hundreds, it would be different.

Just pick a direction to run; the prairie is so vast that, as long as the luck isn’t too bad, they wouldn’t run into the enemy.

“Alright!”

The Hawkman Emperor answered, his tone subdued.

At this point, if they could save even one tribe, that was something.

The rest, they could only hope for the Alliance’s support.

Deep down, the Hawkman Emperor was already full of regret.

If he had known the enemy would not play by the rules, he wouldn’t have participated in this unreliable luring plan.

If he hadn’t drawn the troops away from the headquarters, perhaps the Imperial Court would have held, avoiding the total passivity they were experiencing now.