Boom Boom!

A barrage of energy slammed into the ground, blasting the earth into a massive crack like a spider's web.

Some powerful energy blades even tore the earth like earth-splitting giant blades, leaving terrifying scars one after another on the earth.

Although these scars will eventually disappear and heal as the earth heals itself, at least in this moment, the trauma is enormous and the attack is terrifying.

As far as the eye can see, there are demon beasts wreaking havoc everywhere, violently devouring everything that can be eaten.

In front of them, a huge black castle stands atop a hill.

A large number of rioter warriors gathered on the top of the mountain, stubbornly resisting the invasion of the demon beasts.

Different from the thugs that the Tianwei Army had seen in the past, the riot soldiers in this castle were obviously more elite and strong. They wore suits of armor, and instead of throwing axes, they held large bows made of iron birch, and the tips of arrows made of metal were smeared with poison.

The priests of the temple roamed around the city, chanting strange rhythms with magical effects, and everywhere they went, the warriors were demoralized and strengthened.

There are also some special thugs wearing black and red costumes roaming the city, the black thugs are holding scimitars, quickly and neatly slashing every demon beast that climbs the city wall, and the red thugs are constantly bombarding thunderous flames, forming a huge amount of elemental energy swept out.

The black mob is the soulless, and the red mob is the guardian, both of which are rare mob professionals trained by the temple with great difficulty.

However, when the soulless people who are specially used to deal with the spirit clan go into battle, it also means that the power of the mob clan is weakened and the support is difficult.

A bone questioner tossed the bone in his hand a few times into the sky, and after the bone fell, he almost lay on it to study the mystery of the bone pattern and bone structure.

Then he suddenly lost his voice and shouted: "There is an enemy attack from the rear!"

A mob general immediately blew the horn in his hand, and with the sound of whining, groups of mobs swarmed out and rushed to the rear.

At the same time, in the sky behind the castle, a large number of venom wyverns suddenly appeared, roaring and rushing downward, spitting large swaths of green venom at the castle. Since the castle's defenses had been destroyed, the venom fell into the city unhindered.

The venom landed on the mob soldiers, quickly festering their bodies, causing a wail.

Although some priests felt it in the next moment, releasing the healing mist, but in the bits of the bucket, the terrifying damage of the Venom Wyvern Group still caused a large number of riot warriors to die quickly.

"Thunderfire crossbow fired!" In a furious roar, thick heavy crossbows flashing with thunder and fire shot into the sky.

Under the return fire of this terrifying crossbow arrow, the Venom Wyvern swarm also suffered great damage. They screamed and fell from the sky, sending a rain of blood in the sky.

The Venom Wyvern did not flinch against the mobs, the Wyverns fell one by one, and the ballistas were destroyed one by one under the attack of the Venom Wyvern.

After a few rounds of bombardment, there weren't many wyverns left in the sky.

"Templars attack!"

Huge figures soared into the sky, their bodies shining with the brilliance of totems and source energy, and all of them were Templar warriors.

The last straw of these fierce Templars crushed the Venom Wyvern team, and the Venom Wyvern was quickly slaughtered.

Despite this, the faces of the mobs were not the slightest bit colorless. They are well aware that the battle is far from over.

In the distance, war drums rumbled, flags waved, and huge blood-colored streamers surged out a terrifying killing tide.

The herd is still surging wildly in waves, and it looks like they won't give up until they take the castle.

"Are they crazy?" muttered a young mob general.

"They're really going crazy. The old commanding voice sounded leisurely.

The owner of the voice was a tall thug with a rare long white beard and gray hair, but he was an elderly thug.

Rioters rarely die, and they are known to be wild and violent, and once they grow old and their strength has weakened to a certain extent, they will be organized to charge against their chosen enemy. Or orcs, or humans, or spirits. Using the lives of the elderly to fight for more resources and reduce consumption is the way of survival of the mob.

However, the thug in front of him is an authentic old man.

He was three hundred and eighty years old, which was a high life expectancy even among the mobs.

But it is such an old man who has already entered a period of weakness, but he has always firmly controlled the power, making countless riot warriors willing to die.

Because he is Thackle Blaze, the uncle of His Majesty Anubi Blaze, and because he is one of the three gods of war of the Flame Tribe, and because even when he is old, he has never been weak.

He is the pinnacle totem warrior and a six-time Templar Baptist.

Its strength is equivalent to that of the emperor of the human race

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