When a large number of poisonous flies appeared, the Lei Peng group in the air had already felt that something was wrong, they fired thunder and lightning again and again, hoping to force away the bipedal wyvern in the struggle, but at this time, the bipedal wyvern was also crazy, and completely dragged Lei Peng to death in a life-fighting way, they gave up dodging or resisting, and desperately rushed to them with Lei Peng's sharp claws and beaks, not seeking to kill the enemy, just to make Lei Peng's superior speed unable to play.

The Lei Peng were also desperate, no matter how much they attacked, they couldn't force these crazy bipedal wyverns back, so they could only watch the overwhelming swarm of poisonous flies surround them. The grade of the poisonous fly is actually not high, whether it is speed, defense and vitality, it is very weak, if it is placed in normal times, Lei Peng can kill dozens of them with a single lightning, and he can kill several with a wing fan.

But now that they have been fighting with the Wyvern for a long time, endurance itself is not their merit, and their physical strength has slipped to a very dangerous critical line at this moment. The bipedal wyvern on the opposite side is actually similar, and under normal circumstances, they should be separated from each other to recuperate, or return to their own group.

But now it is impossible for them to retreat, more than ten times the poisonous flies have surrounded them, under the stubborn entanglement of the bipedal wyverns, exhausted they have lost their speed, lost the thunder and lightning they rely on for dominance, and can only watch those low-level poisonous flies that they usually look down on densely pounce on them, with highly poisonous tail needles piercing their feathers and skin, injecting a large amount of toxin into their bodies.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and there is no need for Shen Hao to continue watching. He crept up from the puddle, hesitated for a moment, and then crept into the depths of the Death Swamp.

It was an extremely dangerous thing to get involved in the war between these two barbaric and murderous races, but Shen Hao was so concerned about the outcome of the other battlefield for some reason. Tartaglia's biological IQ is generally low, but their rulers and army commanders are not stupid, because these high-level people are not these native mutant creatures, but various other intelligent races who have fled from all over the continent, and it is because of the rule of their parliament that Tataria can be regarded as a nation, not a mass of scattered primitive tribes.

Shen Hao felt that this time the commander of Tartaglia was very shrewd, because he had just witnessed a perfect battle of annihilation, and there was a chance that more than 100 Lei Peng would be wiped out this time. Even if the golden barbarian herd that had been defeated by the Beamon Behemoth before was still in order when retreating, it was hard to say that there would be no traps for the enemy in the depths of the swamp. Therefore, Shen Hao suddenly became interested in this behind-the-scenes commander.

After chasing the chaotic footprints for nearly ten kilometers, the sound of battle in the distance was heard clearly again. Shen Hao repeated his old tricks, and continued to lurk in the muddy muddy water all the way away, and soon, he saw the battlefield in full swing in the distance.

This is the place where the water is deep in the swamp, and even the huge Beamon Behemoth has been flooded to the waist. At this moment, the Beamon Behemoths no longer had the momentum they had before, and they were also caught in a bitter battle. The opponents were eight gigantic monsters, even slightly taller than them.

The lower body is on all fours like an enlarged lizard, crawling close to the ground, and a thick tail controls the balance of the body, but their necks do extend a full nine giants, each like the legendary dragon, with green fangs, a long neck and a single horn, and when attacking, it can also spray a pale green poisonous mist from its mouth, this poisonous mist cannot be exempted even from the resistance of the Beamon Behemoth. Shen Hao recognized it, this was Tartaglia's highest combat power, the Hydra Jiao.

The Beamon Giant Beast has an advantage in numbers, and it far surpasses the Beamon Snake Jiao in terms of speed and strength, but the eight-headed Hydra Jiao in front of him obviously doesn't want to fight with them, but just dances those thick snake heads around the Beamon Giant Beast and bites around, occupying their tenacious vitality to trap these Beamon Giant Beasts in place.

Shen Hao's pupils shrank, and he had already discovered that in the center of that body of water, there was a round platform made of bluestone, and a person in a dark green robe was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, and a pair of hands poked into the water from the edge of the stone platform.

A thick black liquid was pouring into the water along the man's fingers, and the original deep blue pool water was quickly blackened, and it only looked relatively muddy, but after less than a quarter of an hour, the water was as black as ink.

The Beamon beasts that were fighting with the Hydra suddenly let out a roar of anger and pain. Their fur is indeed extremely tough, and ordinary toxins cannot penetrate at all. But just now, in the hand-to-hand battle with the golden bull and the hydra Jiao in front of him, almost every Beamon giant beast had some deep bloody wounds left on his body. At this time, the pitch-black poisonous water quickly invaded from these wounds.

Shen Hao could clearly see from a long distance that the wounds invaded by those poisonous waters were as if they had been injected with thick acid, the flesh and blood emitted a sizzling corrosive sound, a large amount of black smoke rose, and the wounds that were not fatal were decaying and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Behemoths roared, flailing their claws and fighting back, but they rushed too fast before, half of their bodies were soaked in the poisonous water, and the mud of the swamp was also causing great trouble to their actions at the moment, and the Hydra Jiao, who saw the opportunity, took advantage of the momentum, and they could not successfully retreat beyond the range covered by the poisonous water.

A Behemoth Beamon, which had been the most seriously injured, could no longer hold on, its lower body was almost completely corroded into a skeleton, and a hydra poked out three giants, biting its neck and arms respectively, and forcing it into the poisonous water. The surface of the water in that place immediately churned like boiling water, but because the head was submerged in the water, the Beamon beast could not even let out a howl, and could only make a final dying struggle.

The orc commander and the wolf cavalry had already rushed to the vicinity, but they could not take a single step forward. Intercepting them were a large group of lizard cavalry, these lizardmen were the elite of their kind, both in size and intelligence, and although their weapons were still very primitive, spears made from the branches of the Dada tree were not something that the orcs' knives could easily cut through.

Their mounts are monitor lizards, and these giant lizards that are more than three meters long are said to have a very close blood relationship with these lizardmen, although they are not the best mount choice in terms of speed or stamina, but with the tacit understanding with the knight, they are still a very difficult opponent.

Their purpose was not to charge with the wolf cavalry, and of course they could not rush at all with their speed. Their purpose was only to cut off the connection between the wolf cavalry and the Beamon Behemoth, so they set up a dense phalanx, like a boulder, in front of the wolf cavalry, no matter how the other party rushed to kill, they were motionless.

At this time, the lizardman warriors who were thrown off and regarded as cannon fodder also caught up, and their undisciplined skirmish charge became the last straw that pressed the wolf cavalry. The wolf cavalry, which had failed to charge the formation many times in a row, also lost its previous formation at this moment, and immediately fell into the chaos of fighting on its own.

And this kind of melee is what these powerful and brainless lizardmen are best at, although each wolf cavalry can kill five to ten times more enemies when they fall, but in this vast death swamp, the number of lizardmen seems to be endless, and in all directions there are hissing and screaming lizardmen swarming out, brandishing primitive weapons that are usually despised by people, and frantically beckoning towards the wolf cavalry.

"Howl-" With a long howl of anger, a ball of fire rushed from the center of the wolf cavalry formation, and an orc general riding a pure black war wolf rushed into the air with a ball of flames, and then his whole body seemed to be wrapped in flames, and he rushed towards the green-robed man in the center of the waterhole like a fire meteor.

Shen Hao was shocked, he recognized the orc general at a glance, although his body shape and skin color had changed greatly, but that face was still seven or eight points similar to the past, it was actually the True Martial Hall Master - Mo Sheng Gu.

At this moment, he was just like Ling Jiancheng he had met before, and he unleashed his nightmare energy without any scruples, and the coercion of the king-level nightmare hunter even suppressed the fierce and powerful Beamon Giant Beast and Hydra Jiao. I saw that the other person was in mid-air, and the flames around his body were pulled away like a whirlpool, condensed in his palm, and then pressed down on the green-robed man below.

"Zhenwu Baguazhang - Away from the fire!!"

I saw a huge hexagram unfolding in the air, a large number of fire snakes flew down, like a group of dragons dancing wildly, covering the sky and the sun, the violent high temperature caused a large amount of miasma in the vicinity to evaporate, and the space in that place was suddenly extremely clear.

Shen Hao's heart sank, he already felt that something was wrong, if Ling Jiancheng was just a special case, then Mo Shenggu in front of him could actually release the Nightmare Energy to fight at will, this was a little wrong. And they obviously have no memories of the past, and completely consider themselves to be members of this world.

Mo Shenggu is not like Ling Jiancheng, he is a real king-level master, and the power of this blow at this moment is so strong that even Shen Hao today does not dare to say that he can follow unscathed. He was hesitating to help, and took the opportunity to capture Mo Sheng Gu to study what had happened to them. only to see the green-robed man surrounded by the fire snake raised his head indifferently, and the hood of the robe was draped off, revealing a long black hair and a face that captivated the country and the city.