The largest number of Nigon's armies are the Crypt People. This humanoid creature, which is generally two-thirds the height of humans, is sometimes described as a lizard-like monster and sometimes thought to be a living fungus. In fact, the Crypt People are small earth-based spirits who live in the deepest depths of the world of Ares, are blind, and possess only basic intelligence.

But their extreme reproductive ability and fear of death make them the best striker and cannon fodder troops, and under the command of a tall minotaur officer, they are densely lined up in front of the battle formation, and the wooden spears stick out diagonally upward, and the dense tips of the spears like a forest point straight in the direction of the cavalry charge.

The wooden spear of the Crypt/Cave Man is extremely crude, in fact, it is a wooden pole with a metal spear head, and even some of the wooden poles are not regular cylindrical, and the uneven rod still retains rough bark. Obviously, the military in Nigon didn't care about the value of these cannon fodder at all.

Behind the crypt/cave men are neatly arranged minotaur warriors, these powerful bull-like humanoid monsters are the main force of Nigon's infantry, they are tall, the lower half of the body is thick bull hooves, the upper body is naked, revealing black muscles, the double-edged giant axe in the hand is heavy and sharp, and the noken metal mined deep underground makes the blade of the axe emit a faint red glow.

The two armies soon collided with each other, and for a moment the flesh and blood flew everywhere, the heads of men rolling, the roar of horses and beasts, and the screams of humans before they died resounded through the sky, and even the mist of dusk was stained a faint red by the splatters of blood.

Such a tragic battle made Shen Hao, who was hiding behind the stones and snooping, frown. As soon as you know the autumn, just from this not particularly grand war, you can see how terrible the danger of this world is. The two sides involved in the battle, whether it were the strong, ugly underground creatures or the human knights in full armor, burst out with no less power than the Nightmare Hunter who had just mastered the power of Nightmare. Not to mention the black dragon and the angel of light, who are still fighting fiercely in the air.

Shen Hao was ready to withdraw, and he didn't think of joining such a war at all. Not to mention the danger of participating in the war, he could not judge his real enemy for the time being. In my memory, there are many forces on this continent, which are roughly divided into eight empires. They are: the human empire Erathia, the undead kingdom Diga, the Wilmar underground kingdom Nigon, the hellland of Ofer, the elven kingdom of Avili, the magic kingdom of Bracada, the orc empire of Korurod, and the swamp country of Tataria.

The eight empires sometimes united and sometimes fought against each other, and Shen Hao couldn't tell which force was behind the scenes. Even though he is now a soldier of Erathia, it doesn't mean that Nigon is necessarily the enemy he has to deal with, and even though they appear to be inhuman monsters, it is still possible that they are mixed with human souls. Therefore, it is extremely irrational to act rashly without understanding the situation.

So Shen Hao held his breath and gently shrank back from behind the rock, behind him were barren grass more than half a person high, as long as he got into the grass, he could easily hide his figure.

However, less than a meter back from him, a fishy wind suddenly hit the back of his head. Shen Hao's mind moved, and his body immediately bowed down, and at the same time, the gun in his hand picked up a black wind and slapped heavily on the black shadow that was trying to sneak up on him. The attacker let out a strange cry, a bit like a mourning eagle, but also like a woman's howl.

The resistance from the body of the gun was not great, and it seemed that the size of the sneak attacker was also very small, Shen Hao flipped over and left the place, turned the head of the gun with both hands, and looked backwards. Then, in the last rays of the setting sun, he saw what was coming. At first glance, it appears to be a large eagle, but this strange eagle has the head and upper body of a woman.

Half of the woman's body was naked, but not as beautiful as the legendary mermaid, not least because of her grayish-brown wrinkled skin, but also because of her old woman-like face, red eyes, and sharp teeth.

Shen Hao's brows furrowed slightly, his memory told him that this was the Harpy Banshee, and it was also a fighting race of Nigon. Cunning and greedy by nature, they prefer to use the darkness to sneak up on their targets, and due to their high speed and special plumage, they do not make a sound during flight, often making them unguarded by sneak attackers.

And there are many of these vile races, and the most fond of a blow to escape, the famous marshal of Erathia, Makov. Roland's assessment of them was: "Follow them! Find their lair! Otherwise, you'll never want to get rid of them. "It is this abominable method of harassment that makes them the most troublesome opponent in the Nigon army.

However, it was obviously impossible for the harpy witch who attacked Shen Hao to escape again, and Shen Hao's gun handle was drawn very hard, leaving a cylindrical depression on the ugly old face of the harpy witch. One of the left eyes even burst out because of this stick, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out without money. And its strange-shaped scimitar, which was ready to be used to sneak attack Shen Hao, was also stuck upside down in the dirt at this moment, and the sharp blade reflected a pale blue luster, which was obviously highly poisonous.

After pumping this harpy witch, Shen Hao's face became even more ugly. By this time, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, but the night sky around him was dark, and the pair of silent fluttering wings and the shimmering sharp curved blades were obviously the same kind of the dying harpy witch on the ground.

Shen Hao's eyes were sharp, although the light was dim, he could still see clearly that the large group of harpy witches around him were slightly different from the one he had knocked over, first of all, they were smaller in size. Although harpys are generally the size of an eight-year-old human child, this one on the ground is slightly taller than the others. Secondly, although the harpy witch was naked, the one on the ground had a dark gold necklace hanging around its neck, and it also had a similarly shaped headband on its forehead, of course, this headband had been torn in two under the blow just now and fell to the ground.

"So...... It's just your boss that I'm killing......" Shen Hao smiled helplessly, the spear in his hand pulled a spear flower, and put on a posture of being ready for battle, "It seems that there is no way to solve it through negotiation, so come on!" ”

Perhaps stimulated by Shen Hao's provocative words, the surrounding harpy witches let out a piercing cry at the same time, and then swooped down and pounced on Shen Hao.

These harpy witches are extremely fast, and when they swoop, they are no less than goshawks that cull their prey. The poison blades in their hands were extremely sharp, and the pair of huge bird claws on their lower bodies also shimmered with bronze at the same time, which was obviously a very lethal weapon.

Shen Hao's hands shook, and the sharp spear head shook out seven spear flowers in the air, rushing to the throat of the seven eagle banshees in the front at the same time bursting with blood flowers, but the body was affected by the dark energy on Shen Hao's spear head and flew out upside down. At the same time, Shen Hao did not advance but retreated, and his back rested on the big rock where he was hiding before.

It's not that Shen Hao doesn't want to break through, but at this moment, there are thousands of harpy banshees besieging him, although due to space limitations, there are no more than a hundred enemies who pounce on him each time, but looking out through the gap in their figures, you can see that there are dense black shadows in the sky behind him, surrounding him in all directions.

With his back against the boulder, Shen Hao at least avoided being attacked on his back, his eyes were as calm as water, and the spear in his hand sometimes stabbed like a rainstorm pear blossom, and sometimes flew up and down like a black dragon that overturned the river and the sea. Although the weight of this spear itself is not enough, under Shen Hao's huge power dance, even if it is only swept by the edge of the spear, it will break bones and tendons, vomit blood and fly back.

Within ten breaths, the harpy banshee planted in the mud around Shen Hao had already exceeded fifty, and the splash of blood stained Shen Hao like a bloody person. However, the casualties of a few dozen of his kind alone were not enough to intimidate these dark killers, and more enemies around him screamed and pounced on him.

Shen Hao stabbed a harpy through it with a single shot, and with its strong force, it continued to move forward with its corpse, and the same kind that followed closely behind it also scurried on the tip of the spear. Then the body of the spear slashed through a semicircle in the air, and the five harpy banshees who wanted to take the opportunity to bully Shen Hao's body were whipped to pieces.

"Cluck." A very subtle crisp sound that was easy to ignore in such a fierce battle was keenly captured by Shen Hao, and his heart suddenly sank, and he originally wanted to return the gun and make another vigorous slash, and then his hands moved like flying, the spear was changed to a thorn, and seven harpies flew out upside down with the transparent hole in their chests.

Shen Hao knew very well what this crisp sound meant. Although the standard spears of the Erathian pikemen were much better than the shoddy wooden spears of the Nigon rations to the Crypts/Caves. But after all, it is also a standard product produced by a large number of assembly lines. Whether it is a metal gun head or a wooden gun body, it will soon be a little unsupportable under such high-intensity use.

Just now it was only a very slight cracking sound inside the barrel, but if it continued to swing at this level, no more than ten times, this rudimentary weapon that had been in hand for less than three hours would have to be completely scrapped.

If it was usual, such a garbage weapon that was not much stronger than a thick wooden stick would be scrapped, and Shen Hao would never care about it. But now he is besieged by thousands of angry harpy witches, and if he loses this only weapon, it is estimated that it will only be a moment before he will be slashed by these ugly monsters.

Due to the distraction of the weapon, Shen Hao's action immediately became a lot more hesitant, and this kind of high-speed offensive and defensive battle with one against a thousand, the most taboo is distraction, just when he just picked up a harpy that tried to kill from the top of his head, the other harpy had already sneaked out of the shadow on the left side of the boulder, and the quenching short blade in his hand stabbed Shen Hao's thigh insidiously.

Shen Hao snorted, and the iron hammer that turned the tail of the gun smashed the head of the harpy that sneaked up on him into meat sauce. At this time, four or five harpy banshees approached within one meter of his body, and Shen Hao didn't care about the wear and tear of the spear, so he shouted softly, and the gun threw out an afterimage, knocking all the enemies close to him away.

However, there was a pain in his arm and shoulder, and he hesitated for a moment when he finally swung his spear, and the damned harpies still hurt him before they died.