The berserker warriors roared up under the leadership of Aden Hukuo, and the short distance only allowed the elven archers to release three rounds of arrow rain, and the monsters and orc warriors rushed together.

The elemental power of the elven demon archers was also depleted, barely supporting the strength to fly in mid-air, and lost the ability to attack in a short time.

The strength displayed by the Berserker Warrior was enough to surprise everyone, and although it was not clear through the fog, the astonishing momentum that came out of it still rushed towards them through the fog.

In the moment when the fog dissipated, everyone clearly saw the huge number of monster legions.

They galloped past their horses or jumped into the camp swinging branches.

But so far, only skirmishes have broken out among the thousands of people behind the berserker warriors.

With just more than 500 people, they blocked the crazy attack of at least a few thousand monsters!

These monsters don't have a high IQ, but their strength is amazing, and the wielding monster bone mallets are also a big threat to the warriors.

"Warriors, let these monsters taste the power of the Elephant Terran sword dance!"

Hu Kuo took the lead, and the long knife in his hand drew a graceful arc in the air.

At this moment, there was no rough and heroic momentum between Hu Kuo's every move.

It seems that he is no longer a five-meter-tall elephant warrior, but a dancing fox tribe girl.

The agile and brisk arc slashes through the tip of the knife, like a frightening bird spreading its wings in the sky.

The knife technique is like an antelope hanging horns, not to mention these monsters, even if the wolf blade sees it, he may not be able to quickly analyze the direction of the long knife.

This group of elephant warriors who have received the blessing of the madness of the three thousand armor warriors are naturally the most elite part of the dragon elephant army.

As the dancing knife technique at the bottom of the box of the elephant human race, it is naturally played perfectly.

The five hundred long knives are neatly aligned, the same beautiful movements, the same angle of movement, and even the landing point after the end of the knife style, are all at the same point.

The heroic and majestic war song began to resound, and the sound of the elephant human race's sword dance began to resound in the sky:

If the wind and snow blow through my breast,

I should smile at the enemy~

On this day, the momentum is like the sun, and the blood of the enemy is like the cold moon~

The blood in the wind is like wild dust,

But we have fun with it~

Our war knives danced through the hustle and bustle, through the rolling yellow sand~

The sound of breaking the air is like thunder, swift like lightning, facing the enemy,

With the elephant man~

Fight alone with your clansmen~

Right!

We fight alone!

Go deep into the enemy formation and disrupt the enemy's formation~

Dancing with death, fighting for what~

Right!

What are we fighting for?

Pull out the long knife and fight for glory~

If we fall under siege~

Hit this unlucky day~

If we have no way back~

Unable to return to loved ones~

If the enemy crushes us~

Glory beckons in heaven~

Right!

Glory beckons~

At least there is a faithful long knife~

Cast into a tomb!

This is the second time Wolf Feng has heard the battle song,

Unlike the resoluteness and death in Hader City,

This time, the battle song is even more calm and free, and the spirit of drinking the enemy's blood comes from the voice.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

It seems that even those monsters with low IQs are moved,

I don't know if it was an illusion or a hallucination, but the offensive seemed to slow down a little with the singing.

Wolf Blade and the warriors who have not gone berserk also wield their weapons, and should fight to the war song, the dragon slayer dagger and the cold ink are intertwined, and each swing will take a life.

This is not only a battlefield for the orcs, but also the elves led by Odarius are also moved by the shocking melody,

As the battle cleared, the Jungle Rangers were the first to give up their superiority in the skies and join the battle with their swords.

Although it is not a fist-to-flesh bloody style, each stab will add a few wounds to the monsters, and the delicate stabbing sword even has a hollow pattern on it.

The ingenious elf craftsmen are well versed in the principles of structural mechanics, and although they are hollowed, they are not lacking in strength.

Instead, these patterns make a good blood groove.

Don't think that good-looking elven archers don't know anything but archery,

Their melee strength is also not weak, and the bow fighting skills passed down by the elven archers since ancient times are enough to make most melee warriors fearful,

With a stiff bow and a tough bowstring, the enemy's head will be carried away without even realizing it.

It's just that in most cases, they don't need hand-to-hand combat because they are strong in archery.

"Huh!"

Odarius snorted softly, and skillfully flicked away the heavy bone mallet with the bow, and the wooden bow spun in a circle in his hand,

The bowstring wrapped itself around the arm of a monster,

Then he stepped on the monster's body with the help of his wings and legs, and walked around the monster's back lightly.

The fine and tough bowstring strangled the monster's neck,

The monster could only make a "ho-ho" sound.

The mallet in its hand danced wildly, but Odarius was always behind it.

Audarius grabbed the bowstring with both hands and fell from the monster's back.

A bloody head was thrown into the air, unwilling to die with madness and violence.

Everyone was fighting, roaring and blood everywhere.

No one noticed Ah Qing standing in the corner,

Ah Qing also went berserk, and the whole person shrank in a circle, standing there motionless.

The iron rod in his hand was half-lifted, but it did not have the violent aura of the mad cow stick method used before.

It seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not an iron rod, but a scroll, and the whole person carried an air of elegance that was not common in orcs.

Ah Qing's eyes were exceptionally clear, and he was obviously not affected by the fog.

He watched the battle everywhere, sometimes puzzled and sometimes compassionate, and muttered:

"Who am I?"

"Who are we?"

"Who are they?"

Ah Feng ...... Who is it?"

"A-Qing, be careful!"

Wolf Feng happened to come not far from Ah Qing during the fight,

I noticed Ah Qing who was standing on the side in a daze, but a monster had already quietly approached Ah Qing's back!

Ah Qing also recovered from that magical state and tightened the iron rod in his hand.

The backhand went straight behind him.

The monster was sent flying. Although he was not injured, he struggled to get up for half a day.

finally got up, with a hint of fear in his eyes,

Screaming and running off into the distance.

Wolf Feng was a little stunned, but he didn't pay too much attention, and the battle continued.

Ah Qing also smiled slightly, and smiled at Wolf Feng: "Ah Feng, Ah Qing is fine!"

Wolf Feng also ran over and patted Ah Qing's chest,

"Silly Aqing, protect yourself, these monsters can't let our brother have an accident!"

Ah Qing grinned: "Hehe, with Ah Qing here, they can't hurt us!"

"Of course!"

Wolf Feng said proudly, obviously his understanding was a little different from Ah Qing......