Fear spreads like a plague, infecting every Bimon orc.

The Beamon Priests couldn't see the enemy at all, and the elemental beasts with telepathy with them only sensed the fluctuations of the mystical elements in the space one second, and ushered in an elemental strike like destruction in the next second.

Orc warriors can't see the enemy either, and they have nowhere to run, they don't fear flesh-and-blood enemies, no matter how strong and martial, they will fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

But in the face of elemental power, even if the body is strong, it will be torn apart.

Like the Grim Reaper who reaps the living, they can only lie on the ground and shiver, waiting for death, or for the elemental storm to disappear.

Thousands of strange elemental beasts could not perceive the end of the chaotic elemental energy, and the only thing they could do was to protect their masters, the priests, with their bodies.

But after all, they are flesh and blood, and in the face of this kind of large-scale group attack secret technique, they can only passively resist with their bodies.

If they were monomers, or if they weren't so caught off guard, they could have been intercepted.

Unfortunately, the location where they were was the death trap carefully arranged by Steng, right in the very center of the trap, and the source of the elemental strike came from all directions, and it was impossible to prevent it.

The 50,000 Beamon Advance Army was like being in purgatory, ravaged by countless large-scale secret arts.

And the very center of the storm is near the Behemoth of Beamon.

The priests were the ones who were taken care of.

As everyone knows, it was these elemental beasts with different appearances and huge bodies that brought the disaster of death to their priest masters.

Elementalists who cast spells at different distances could not identify the Priest, but they could target the Elementalmon with their gaze, and the Priest must be right next to the Elemental.

That's not to say, just smash it hard with the range element secret technique, anyway, the dragon veins are enough.

Simba's eyes were torn, and his body trembled uncontrollably under the protection of the fanged wolf cavalry.

At this time, even the stupidest Pig-Faced people knew that everyone had been ambushed, and those powerful large-scale group attack secret techniques were not at all summoned by any elemental master, not even the Holy Rank, they could only chant the secret spell a long time ago, and release it at least a few hundred yards away, and it would only be possible to do it with the combined secret magic performed by several elementals.

The rear infantry regiment was repaired in situ, the main battle race was separated from the Chinese army, and the commander Simba led people to approach the teleportation circle, and then sent the main battle race and the sacrificial pull giant beast...

Every step is within the enemy's plan, location, time, mastery to the pinnacle, one word, absolutely!

Maybe a quarter of an hour later, maybe it was shorter, and the surviving Beamon orcs raised their heads in confusion, and then a look of fear appeared on their faces.

The companions who were walking side by side not long ago died miserably.

Those living lives have long since lost their lives, and even the corpses are torn apart.

Perhaps it was charred by the flames, or it was smashed into pulp, it was torn to pieces by the elemental giants, it was turned into undead creatures and it was chopped to pieces by itself, and more often it disappeared into the depths of hell.

The 50,000 Beamon advance troops who stepped into the Great Wilderness suffered two attacks in less than half a day, and most of them did not even see the shadow of the enemy in the two attacks.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than 40,000 orc warriors had lost another third.

Everyone didn't know how much they lost, they only knew that the priests must have all hung up, and the elephant warriors and the Bell Bear officers were all hung up.

Because they all went to the Behemoth of Beamon, and it was the very center of the death trap.

Not only the three teleportation circles, but when the elemental secret art representing death and fear came, more than a dozen teleportation circles were activated around the Beamon Behemoth, and dense sharp arrows were shot from it, bottles that shimmered with fire, and dozens of boulders were thrown, everything was so sudden, without any defense.

Miller's heart tightened, and Chu Ci's hippie smiling face appeared in his mind.

But in fact, Chu Ci only formulated a tactical framework, and it was Si Teng who supplemented all the details.

Before Simba broke away from the Chinese army and went to the three teleportation circles, he ordered the whole army to repair, and at the same time contracted the defense, after shrinking all the battle phalanxes, he kept a distance of one kilometer from the commander at any time.

The archery units are retracted to the inner core for defense or long-range suppression, the infantry lingers on the periphery to maintain the ability to change battle formations, and the wolf cavalry with high mobility ability is scattered around and ready to support or respond at any time.

Every step is in Sten's calculations.

The killing of the Beamon warrior was not unjust at all, because Simba and the many fox clan staff officers ignored two things.

The first thing is that the Wolftooth Tribe doesn't take the Beamon Behemoth seriously at all.

The second thing is that the Wolf Tooth Tribe doesn't take the teleportation crystal seriously.

Therefore, the vicinity of the Beamon Behemoth is full of teleportation crystals that have been buried in advance.

Then, because of the Beamon Behemoth, Simba led a group of people into the center of the many teleportation crystals, which happened to be within the range of elemental coordinates marked by Steng in advance, that is, the middle of the casting range of all elementalists.

Whether it was a few elders in the tribe or the foreign aid of the human race, all the elementals kept in mind Chu Ci's entrustment, and let them go with joy and drink without their lives.

Originally, these elementals were only preparing one round of attacks, but no one expected that Beamon would be so weak that they didn't come to them, so they fought for a quarter of an hour.

After drinking all the dragon blood on their bodies, this group of masters reluctantly walked into the teleportation circle.

Because of this, the Beamon Legion suffered a devastating elemental blow, and the results were gratifying.

All the souls who have died have died from Simba's greed, but also from Simba's prudence.

。。。。。。

"Did you succeed, did you succeed?"

As soon as he came back, Douglas rushed to Chu Ci's side to ask.

A group of elementalists were also gossiping about it.

"How many casualties are the Beamon orcs?"

"How many priests have you killed?"

"Your Excellency Chu Ci, you have something to say. ”

These elementalists were excited.

They can't help but be excited, this is the first time they have fought so coolly, they don't need the protection of the warrior of war will, chant the secret spell at the marking point in advance, wait for the enemy to take the initiative to walk over, and then release the secret technique with joy, and turn around and come back after releasing it, it's not too enjoyable.

Chu Ci was unmoved, and muttered to himself: "Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight... Three, two, one. ”

When the Great Elemental Master of Green was about to make a move, Chu Ci finally finished counting, and said with a sneer: "Carry out the decapitation operation, and all the Battle Spirit Warriors will come with me." ”

All who could fight ran over, and even Morningstar ran excitedly despite Garnia's dissuasion.

"Brothers, all enter the pendant space, Kamai will ride the blue-billed eagle beast into the battlefield in a while, and will put you down in the air, remember, the armor-wearing, the elemental beast standing next to it, the handsome one, give me to die, three minutes, only three minutes, each looking for a target, kill if you can, if you can't kill it, immediately get in the car, enter the nearest teleportation circle!"

On the other side of the Great Wasteland, Simba's mind was blank, he didn't know when the nightmare ended, let alone when the earth-destroying elemental storm had stopped.

In his eyes, there were only trembling orc warriors in the distance, and countless mutilated corpses.

Not long ago, those corpses were still fresh lives, and those trembling warriors were also high-spirited warriors.

Simba collapsed weakly to the ground, a few tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.

Just a fart of kung fu, lost nearly a third of the combat effectiveness, this... Before he got out of the Great Wasteland, he saw such heavy losses to the Terran Legion, and his morale plummeted.

The attack, which appeared too weird, was too caught off guard.

Simba fell to his knees and pounded the ground hard.

It shouldn't be, it really shouldn't, the priest and the elemental beast should intercept the elemental's secret technique, how can the elementalist of the human race be so arrogant and carry out a non-stop coverage attack.

Simba couldn't blame the priests anymore, as the old men were already lying on the ground with their elemental fellows.

And those main battle troops, the Orephine Elephant Warriors, the Bell Bear Officers, etc., were all killed.

Simba felt a sense of despair that he couldn't love, and he looked at the giant beast behind him with arrows stuck in his body, and laughed miserably.

It was because of this Beamon Behemoth that he had all the infantry phalanxes trim their positions and shrink their defenses, stopping at the marked points of those large arcane arts.

It was because of this Beamon beast, the main battle class, that all the defenseless Hercules were killed.

It was because of this Beamon beast that the sacrificial power in the priests' bodies was consumed, and all of them were used to cast an aura to suppress it, and finally they were shot into hedgehogs by sharp arrows and torn apart by the elemental mysticism.

Simba picked up a broken sword from the ground, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

The Beamon Behemoth snorted, opened its huge eyes, and looked into the distance as if it had experienced the end of the world, its eyes were full of innocence and some grievances.

Just now, the sacrifice was all hung up, so the effect of those negative auras also disappeared, and this Beamon giant beast also regained a trace of consciousness, and then, I found that my body was in pain, and every piece of skin on my body seemed to be good.

I have to say that the Beamon Behemoth is anti-beating, and I don't know how many elemental secret techniques I have been baptized in the death trap, but I haven't died until now.

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The last thing it could remember was a powerful guy who slammed his fist on its temple and stunned it.

Simba carried the broken sword upside down and walked towards the Beamon Behemoth.

He's going to kill the Beamon beast.

He had lost his mind, for he didn't know who to seek revenge on except the Behemoth.

The advance army could no longer advance, not even set foot on this cursed wasteland.

A huge shadow swept across the ground, and a group of figures shimmering with battle intent fell from the sky.

Simba's eyes stared blankly into the air, his pupils completely constricted.

Because he saw a familiar head, that head, the head that had sneakily poked out of the teleportation circle.

In particular, those eyes full of playfulness made him remember deeply.

The figures falling from the sky landed quickly, and these warriors in fiery red armor were extremely eye-catching.

Then, then Simba's world was completely plunged into darkness.

Chu Ci ignored him at all, and ran to a priest who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, but completely ignored the more valuable Simba.

However, Cordo was very dutiful, and when he fell from the sky, he split Simba in half with a sword.

Cordo squatted on the ground, looked at Simba's uniform, scratched the back of his head, and exclaimed, "Boss, boss, this is the Supreme Commander, look at his uniform." ”

Chu Ci, who had just killed a priest who pretended to be dead, ran over, speechless: "This guy is too weak, he was actually killed by you with a sword." ”

Cordo: "... ”

The other warriors and barbarian warriors who jumped down rushed towards their weapons and slammed them into the crowd.

The orc warriors who survived had long since lost their fighting spirit, and their bodies were sluggish trying to resist the sharp weapons, and finally fell to this desolate land like Simba.

In the Beamon Legion in the distance, many orcs noticed that Chu Ci and the others fell from the sky, but they froze in place stupidly, as if Simba was not their commander, and the orcs who died under the swords of the warriors were not their companions.

They just stared blankly, their bodies trembling slightly, but they didn't take a step forward.

Even those fox clan staff officers gathered together and were at a loss.

They didn't know if they should give an order, and they didn't know if the orcs would listen to it.

In a few breaths, there was no living orc next to the Beamon Behemoth except for Chu Ci and the warriors of war intent.

Many stupid orcs drew their weapons and prepared to charge at them.

But the few remaining eagles rose into the air, and shouted loudly: "Mi Shuai has an order, shrink the defense, everyone shrink the defense!"

In the middle of the Chinese army, Miller rode on a war elephant, his eyes were blood-red, and he looked closely at Chu Ci, who was killing in all directions.

As if noticing Miller's gaze, Chu Ci turned his mind.

"Rely on your father, it's Miller!"

Chu Ci was about to rush over with a sledgehammer, but was stopped by Yan Entropy.

"Crazy, there are still twenty or thirty thousand orcs there. ”

"Count this guy as a big dog!"

After Chu Ci scolded, he continued to look for valuable targets.

In fact, there is nothing left for everyone to kill.

The ones who were able to survive the elemental storm just now were some miscellaneous soldiers, and many of them were seriously injured, and they didn't have to live long without mending their knives.

After seeing that there was no more life, Chu Ci whistled.

"Put the Beamon Behemoth back into the pendant space, brothers, get out. ”

Killing so many priests and killing the supreme commander of the orcs, Chu Ci was in a good mood, but just as he was about to enter the activated teleportation crystal, a figure full of wine walked out, and Xiao Genteng followed closely behind, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Without waiting for Chu Ci to ask, Aunt Smoked Wine rose into the air, and immediately after, a giant dragon with a whole body of mercury appeared in the air.

One bite after another, the dragon flame squirted into the fierce army.

Than the orcs, once again ushered in a nightmarish blow.

Chu Ci was dumbfounded.

Compared to Ignaz's fire-type dragon, the alcoholic aunt is a terrible mess.

Although it is not as large as the fire dragon, the dragon flame that can be spewed out is eight streets away from the former in terms of size and speed.

A mouthful of dragon flame smashed into the Beamon army like a meteorite, and the Beamon orcs fled with their heads in their hands, and even the archers fled.

Chu Ci roared: "Brothers, set up all the teleportation arrays, call all the people here, and beat them into the water... ”

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and the incomparably mighty silver dragon was in difficulty.

Long Yan sprayed well, and suddenly fell to the ground, and then, there was a thunderous snoring.

"Malegobi!" Chu Ci's lungs were about to explode, and he shouted helplessly: "Call out to the giant, take the rope, and pull that stupid girl back to the camp." ”

Yan Entropy also scolded angrily, and scolded Xiao Genteng who looked at him: "Can you let her drink less normally, it won't be useful at the critical moment." ”

Xiao Genteng shrugged: "I'm not a dragon knight. ”

"Fart!" Morningstar yelled, "You dare say you didn't ride her?"