The sound of fighting echoed fiercely above the plains, and the corpses continued to grow, but unlike at the beginning, most of the fallen were humans, after all, the goatmen who had survived the previous battle were strong.

Kris kept waving the scimitar in his hand, the blood was like rain, but it did not leave a trace on its armor, the blood would slide completely after falling on the armor, anyone who saw this anomaly would think that this armor was a magical equipment, but perhaps no one could see this scene, or that anyone who saw this scene was dead.

Kerryth didn't know how many people he had killed, only that there were no more people standing within 100 meters of him. It shook off the blood from its blade and let out a roar that resounded through the sky. Although there were still some human soldiers watching it from a hundred meters away, they were only watching, and none of them dared to take a step forward.

At this time, Lanka, who had been slashing all the way, happened to meet the gaze of Kerryth. Although armed with a heavy double-edged greatsword, Lanka was quite agile, and in a very short period of time, he swung three different slashes in a row, which was like a blast.

However, Kerryth's speed was even higher than that of the wind, and he effortlessly blocked the three attacks and then swung the blade diagonally downward, which was enough to generate extremely strong wind pressure at both ends of the opponent's whole body armor, easily cutting the ears of wheat on the side.

Lanka quickly stepped back, but his breastplate was still torn off, and he held the greatsword to his chest with both hands on the hilt, calming his breathing, which was beginning to become rapid.

Kerryth felt sorry for not having a single move to finish off his opponent, but this also showed that the opponent in front of him was different from the humans he had killed before, and he had some skills, and if he practiced more, he might be able to become an excellent fighter in the future, but Kerrys did not want to let him go.

The pace of movement kept closing in on his opponent, and this time it was Kerryth who attacked. A high-speed slash with both power and speed is like a storm. Lanka tried hard to defend, leaving multiple scars on his body and limbs, blood dripping down the seams of the armor, the strength of the goatmen is far above that of humans, and Kerryth is the best among the goatmen, it is not easy to withstand Kerrys's slash and save his life, this is really because of Lanka's excellent reflexes.

However, this only delayed his death by a few minutes.

Through the confrontation just now, Lanka also knew quite well in his heart that it was impossible for him to defeat the monster in front of him, but now it was impossible to escape, and even if it was possible, his self-esteem would never allow such an act.

Don't be afraid! Raise your sword and move forward! Lanka said to himself, and then he stepped forward to meet Kerryth's attack again.

"Air Blade!"

The air around him was compressed and distorted, and under the influence of magic, it turned into a crescent-shaped blade and forced it towards Kerryth, a magic that can easily cut through rocks, and if it is hit, even wearing full-body armor with super high defense will be severely damaged enough to affect the battle.

However, without any dodge, Kerryth was unscathed by the Air Blade attack head-on.

"Boy, it's time to change hands!" A large man reminiscent of a bear slammed Lanka away and swung his machete at Kerrys.

"Yarebak, just drag it like that," a man in light leather armor shouted from a distance, before shooting his bow and arrow.

"Lanka, are you alright," Lanka, who was pushed away by the big man, sat down on the ground, and before he could react to what was happening, a girl in a blue robe came to Lanka and released her magic.

"Annie?" Lanka looked at the beautiful girl who appeared like an angel next to him in surprise, and when he called out the girl's name in surprise, his injuries also magically recovered. There is no doubt that what the girl has just unleashed is definitely healing magic.

"Do you remember Anne, you stinky boy?" Dahan said dissatisfiedly as he attacked.

"Yarebak!" Lanka turned his head and almost shouted out the big man's name.

"And me, Rangers!" The man in the distance, who was constantly changing positions to shoot, waved leisurely in this direction after hearing Lanka's voice.

"I'm out of the question, this monster seems to be immune to magical attacks," a voice sounded angry or complaining, and a man in a red and black robe leaned over and stretched out his hand to Lanka, who was sitting on the ground.

"Nick," Ranka grabbed the other man's hand and stood up.

"Brother, then you can concentrate on assisting," the girl next to her patted the robed man's shoulder and comforted.

"This goat man is very strong, I'm afraid it's a leader-level, and there is such powerful magic equipment, if you leave it alone, I'm afraid it will grow into a king-level in the future."

"Indeed, it needs to be cleared here."

As they spoke, two more middle-aged men, one of whom was dark-skinned and armed with a round shield and broadsword, and the other was dressed in animal skins and carrying a scepter and mace.

"Captain Anjef and Uncle Drucker, why are you here from the Seven Eagles?" Lanka's voice was filled with joy.

"Ah, it's not just us, the 'Divine Light', the 'Wilderness Breaker', and the 'Black Hound' have all been hired as long as the team of adventurers who are a little famous, and this time your king has made a bloody investment." The middle-aged man in animal skin patted the bulging wallet around his waist and smiled meaningfully. Lanka looked around, and did see some people wearing different equipment, as if they were a ragtag army of improvised patchwork, joining the battle. However, if you think that they are just a rabble compared to the regular army, you are very wrong. Each of them is an excellent adventurer who has been fighting monsters for many years, although there are only 125 of them, but their participation has completely changed the stalemate on the battlefield, and the goatmen elite have been broken one by one.

"That's the end of the old days, Lanka, can you still fight now?" The dark-skinned middle-aged man moved his hands and feet.

"Well, no problem, Captain Anjef!"

"Alright, let's go together!"

At this moment, it is really a team of adventurers named "Seven Eagles" who came to rescue Lanka. Their members are Anjev the swordsman and captain, Drucker the forest priest, Arebak the warrior, Ranger Rangers, Nick the magician, Annie the priest, and Peter, the thief who is on a mission and is not here.

Anjef, Yarebak, and Lanka take turns as meat shields to attract Kryth's attacks, Drucker and Langers shoot from a distance, and Nick and Anne skillfully unleash the auxiliary magic of "weapon enhancement", "strength enhancement", and "hit boost", ensuring that everyone's magic status is uninterrupted.

Although Kerryth's personal ability far surpassed that of any of them, with their skillful cooperation, Kerryth was unable to inflict damage on any of them, and was constantly drained of his physical strength.

Kerryth kept panting, its physical strength had been overdrawn, the scimitar in his hand had become extremely heavy, and the silent armor on his body was like a mountain that overwhelmed it, and gradually began to be unable to keep up with the movements of its opponents, and could only rely on the super defense of the lonely armor to passively withstand the attack.

The sun began to sink in the west, the sky was dyed as bright red as the blood-stained earth beneath his feet, and Kerryth knew that his life would come to an end with the sunset, and at this moment, he began to regret that he had not heeded Aceres's advice, and the people who had followed him out of the canyon were full of trust in him, but what had he done? led them to their demise. Originally, I thought that human beings were just weak and inferior creatures, but I didn't think that I would be so embarrassed to lose, this is the real strength of human beings.

The inner collapse was more terrible than the weakness of the body, and Kerrys fell to his knees, finally losing his fighting spirit.

"What a tough opponent," Anjief said with a hint of admiration in his tone, "then let me give you the final blow!" ”

He raised the broadsword in his hand and aimed it at Kerryth's unprotected head.

However, the spurt that seemed to tear through the air was blocked by the rushing figure. Kerrys's eyes widened and he looked at the figure standing in front of him in surprise, and then his surprise turned to anger: "Aceles! Are you an idiot? What are you going to do, get out of here, do you want to die here? ”

"Kerryth, I'm here to save you, if you still have the strength to curse, stand up and fight for me, and it's not your style to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead!" Ace Rose smiled teasingly.

"Hmph, you bastard," Aceress' words seemed to make Kerryth regain his fighting spirit, and after a long sigh, he stood up again and stood back to back with Aceres.

"I really miss the time when we fought together like this."

"I'm sorry, Aceles, I should have followed your advice, I was the one who caused you."

"Say something frustrating, defeat the humans, and then swagger out!"

"Ha, you're really encouraging."

"That's why I'm the patriarch."

In this way, under the seemingly relaxed conversation, the two goats who grew up together joined forces again for a long time, although this may be the last battle in their lives, but there is not the slightest fear on their faces.

The surrounding fighting sounds gradually subsided, and the battle will come to an end before sunset.

Provided, of course, that there are no reinforcements coming.