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In the years when the Blood Elves and the Dark Elves were at war, they had never encountered such a coincidental and unimaginable ambush. As soon as the fission and lava jets on the ground appeared, the River Immortal Shooter, who had lost the guard of the meat shield vanguard, suddenly panicked. Not only them, but in the face of the huge section that was several times taller than their own body, the entire army of fallen elves fell into an embarrassing chaos.

The Air Knight's mount is particularly uneasy. If it weren't for their training, perhaps these troll bats and two-headed Chimera would have fled in such an atmosphere of approaching predators.

Any well-trained army facing this kind of mutation will also produce chaos, but there will be a slight difference in how long the chaos lasts. Whether it is an elite soldier in a hundred battles is the most direct and easiest way to test it at this critical moment.

At this time, Liu Zhenzhen had already slipped behind the slope with a large number of people. Their movements are silent and agile. A large group of people crawled on the ground in the same way, with three fists and two kicks, and smashed out quite standard individual bunkers on the ground. This is also one of the basic military assessment items of Fei Lengcui. After military exercises with real guns and live ammunition, it has been proved that dodging magic attacks, lying down in this half-sided pit and lying down in a cover, can reduce at least more than 50% of the casualties, and if there is the protection of a magician, magic attacks below high-level magic and a rain of arrows fired from the back can be completely ignored.

The armies of the Fallen Elves don't have the speed to react. Most of them quickly retreated out of instinct, and many of the rest were still stunned.

The canyon-shaped crevice between two cone-shaped extinct volcanoes at the edge of the swamp is nearly a thousand yards away. However, after being blocked by the ground forces of the fifteen wings of the Drow army, the space available here for detours and circles is very limited. This is not that the military commander Garrincha made a mistake. His conception and idea were absolutely correct, the only thing that was missed was that the Demon Tomb of the Flame Monarch was not in the depths of the swamp, but at the bottom of the feet of the front-line warriors.

Tunnel warfare, tunnel warfare, whoever touches it will have to stumble garlic. Zall is not an all-staff air force, of course, it cannot be an exception.

The Flame Monarch, who suddenly emerged from beneath the soil layer of Skull Mountain, opened the ground with four crooked verses, and after his huge twelve-meter-tall body was rolled and exposed to the air seed, the Drow army completely blew up the nest. Facing a giant monster like a mountain, if you don't experience it yourself, you definitely can't imagine how panicked the river immortal people are. Why a mouse is so scared when it encounters a cat is definitely a thorough understanding for every Drow soldier.

The flow of riots and people after the surge retreats is a taboo for soldiers. Although the priests of the Drow Warbands rode back and forth on white tigers, the Snake Whip could not prevent the retreat of the horde. No one wants to stay even a second longer in the magma. The "gamma rays" that the river immortal shooters in the back barely fired in a volley simply could not achieve the expected firepower net effect. Like a brilliant long tail dragged by a comet, the silver misty gamma beam was staggered by the River Immortal Archer, and a small half swept into the sky, a small half was cut on his colleagues, and only a small half was shot at the magma-throwing Flame Monarch.

The magicians of Drow and Moore knew that this super-level magical beast didn't care about magic below the advanced level, so they were all desperately summoning high-level magic. It was too hasty to be useful for a while, and when the Eagle Bull Spear Thrower, the Troll Batrider, and the Two-Headed Chimera Knight swooped down, the Salt Frost Giants striding out of the dark scorched salt swamp were the first to throw a spear of rough and hot gravel salt. The thick arms tore through the air. The salt spears dominated by the powerful force slashed out a three-meter-high fence forest of dog-toothed flags in the line of the army of fallen elves that had been coaxed into lumps.

The elven knights who were looking down from the sky felt the retreat of the ground troops, and their hearts were also panicked.

The Flame Monarch finally squeezed through the rock formation with his massive body, and stood completely above the surface with his thighs abandoned. The Bato demons leapt wildly from the swamp with their fiery greatswords, and the fish grazed past the Flame Monarch, swooping down on the retreating fallen elven warriors with billowing flames and blazing heat.

The Flame Monarch's appearance resembles that of a skinned toad, a humanoid form, but more like a monster. The tendons of his limbs were a fiery red, like burning charcoal, bulging out of his body along with the strong muscles of the block. The dense ugly blisters kept bulging and extinguishing all over his body, as if he was in the late stage of syphilis, and no one would want to take a second look at it. Coupled with the huge height of twelve meters and the two three-meter-long guillotine fangs exposed on his lips, it made this Flame Monarch look terrifying. His large, deformed head had a pair of giant curved horns, raised high like two giant anchors, holding strange circles. Countless boiling magma like wax oil quietly slipped from the Flame Monarch's body, and when it hit the ground, it would make a strange "swish, swish, swish" sound. The word hideous can only be considered perfect when it is used on him.

And Bartow's demon looks almost no better than his boss. This five-meter-tall monster with a sharp bone spur tail, several twisted horns and a pair of mutilated wings is full of violent, cruel, vicious and vicious; Sulfur and black smoke curled from their noses; Each step leaves a deep footprint on the ground emitting black smoke. Where the waves of fire in their hands swept by the steaming greatsword, there was a blank space in front of them, and there would be countless more air cavalry in the sky, but they were all wingless minced meat.

The Flame Monarch first glanced at it with his giant eyeballs as he stepped onto the ground, and then shouted a long string of scales. With his strange gestures, a huge and vigorous lava column like a fountain hundreds of meters high burst out of the ravine in the earth, and rolled up a large mass of the earth. The blazing fountain lava spewed into the sky, knocking away the two-headed Chimera Knights and Troll Batriders, and then scattering into a rain of fire and rain down on the Eagle Bull Warrior. The smell of burnt and cooked meat was mixed with a strange "crackling" sound, and screams and cries of despair turned the place into a furnace of burning corpses in hell. The eagle and bull warriors who were touched by the dripping fire rain withered like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. There was a rain of corpses in the sky. Countless Eagle Bull Warriors who saw that the situation was not good immediately raised their flight altitude and stabbed high into the air. The gap between the two volcanoes is simply too small. An incomparably large Flame Monarch stood there, and even the bravest Eagle Bull warrior knew to retreat first.

The feathered arrows and calyx swords shot by the Troll Batrider and the Two-Headed Chimera Knight who swooped forward were also swept away by the circle of flames from the Batto Demon's flaming greatsword. With the Flame Monarch's webbed claws, a "Flame Comet Shower" swept through the sky with a dense smell of sulfur. The two-headed Chimera Knights and Troll Batriders who bore the brunt of the harvest were like a grape trellis that had been whipped hard by the urchin, and a large piece of land fell "with a bang".

Those who are a little farther away can escape with a small life, and those who are closer are almost without bones. The thick-skinned, thick-skinned, two-headed Chimera took advantage of it somewhat, and the pig-faced troll bats with slightly smaller bodies couldn't withstand this kind of dense magic baptism, and the slightest bit of this kind of fire rain immediately fell to the ground. The corpse of the troll bat seemed to be corrosive after it landed, and the "sudden" seeped outward to melt the body fluids that rolled away, soaking the ground with bursts of pungent gas.

Being able to instantly generate a high-level magic is the most important characteristic of a super-level magical beast.

A dozen or so Bartow demons did not continue to hunt down. Under their command of wielding their flaming greatswords, an army of swamp monsters consisting of at least two thousand batiz lava monsters and fire fishmen rushed out of the dark swamp with a sharp and evil cry, and rushed towards the fallen elves who were reorganizing the formation of the queen of Cang. Among them, there were at least three hundred underground Imir Minotaur warriors who were wielding obsidian axes and carrying obsidian shields. This Ymir minotaur is also a native of the underworld, living underground since ancient times, and has a somewhat plausible ancient blood relationship with the Bimmbur people on the surface, just like the manatees among the sea people. The vigorous Minotaur can find a suitable home for their own reproduction and growth in any corner of the world.

Ymir minotaurs are natural stonemasons. Like their beloved obsidian, these underground minotaurs have the special ability of fire immunity. They don't have any affection for the takin tribe, but they are the most ruthless when they kill the takin people.

The Imir Minotaur warriors were somewhat inferior to the takin warriors, only about two and a half meters tall. But their muscles were as strong as those of the takin warriors, and their skin was burgundy red like blood, with thick hooves and feet. The only difference from the Bimon Bul Minotaur is that the head of the Imir Minotaur is a complete bullhead. Or rather, the underground Ymir Minotaur is like a bison that can walk upright with its back on its back! And Beamon's minotaur warriors, although they are physically strong and have a pair of Boer horns on their heads, their faces are still indistinguishable from humans and other Beamons, and it is absolutely impossible for them to grow a 100% animalistic face.

Led by the mighty Ymir Minotaurs, the Warcraft army was like a hurricane sweeping across the wasteland, instantly opening up a bloody storm in the army of fallen elves. After the meat shield-type troops at the forefront of the Fallen Elf battle line were disrupted, the damage caused by these powerful demonic beast armies breaking through the inner encirclement was like a mace stabbing into the fleshy chest and churning violently.

The main ground force of the Drow army is the River Immortal warriors. The River Immortals are not a powerful melee class like the gray dwarf warriors of Moor. Once the protection of the outer ring is ripped off, these people jokingly call themselves earthworms and the time limit for the immortals of the Beamon River has arrived. Although they are just like earthworms, they will not die for the time being if they are cut in two, but they are beaten into meat patties and torn to pieces, and even if they are really undead, they can't bear it.

River immortals have no eyes. The eye in the middle of their eyebrows was actually a concentrating glass crystal. This magic crystal-like spherical crystal can emit "gamma ray waves" to explore objects, which is very similar in principle to the ultrasonic pathfinding of bats. In order to train their pathfinder rays into lethal rays, the river immortals need to go through a long period of training.

Because of their limited eyesight, the River Immortals are less accurate at hitting vital points than a trained archer. "Gamma rays" are also not as powerful as bows and arrows. Although "gamma rays" can cauterize internal organs through metal armor, the lethality and intermittent firing of each person vary according to their qualifications. Not only in range, but also in quantity. Therefore, most of the attack methods of the river immortals are mainly group shooting. They had a population of two million, which was enough to fit - according to the Dark Elves' statistics, at a distance of 100 yards, it would take an average of ten "gamma rays" to inflict an effective kill, and this was the result of the opponent's low magic resistance.

Although in fact every River Immortal Archer is a natural magic archer, an ordinary River Immortal Archer is only enough to fire about thirty lethal "gamma rays" at most within an hour, and any more is not within the scope of his ability. This magic archer is really quite watery. River Immortal shooters who can inflict heavy damage on their opponents at two hundred yards apart are quite rare. Among the Drow army, such high-ranking marksmen were also known as "Winton Bremen", which means "gamma marksman" in Elven language. Like Beamon's "Divine Arrow Zheqin" and Elf's "Blade Archer", such a marksman is very rare and requires innate talent and acquired training. Every qualified "Gamma Marksman" can sweep their beam rays for a long time, instead of shooting like feathered arrows and having no room to turn.

Therefore, as long as the brain and heart are not burned by the "Gamma Marksman" or multiple "Gamma Rays", the damage caused by the rays can only make the monsters more and more crazy. This is tantamount to indirectly creating a madness effect, so that the damage that Warcraft can cause will be larger and wider.

What is especially annoying is that the "gamma rays" cannot penetrate the two mediums of stone and wood, and these Imir minotaurs, who have the greatest damage ability to the Drow army, use stone shields as protective equipment, and their magic resistance ability is also extremely outstanding. River Immortal warriors are simply not capable of effectively sniping at the Imir Minotaur warriors. The Imir Minotaurs, who barely contained their troops, could inflict a "war trampling" stun effect with a single hoove, and the axe could knock off a large piece of severed limbs and flesh, which was a serious blow to morale.

Bartow Demon not only has exaggerated melee ability, but also has considerable mana. The circle of flame from their flame greatsword seemed to carry all kinds of curse functions, and while the circle of fire was burned into the crowd of elven troops, it was like a stone thrown into a pool of water, oscillating in circles of flame ripples to spread the adverse effects of the tide. The Salt Frost Giant, covered in white frost-like cracked skin, kept condensing pimple salt spears in his hands, and threw them far away at the unseemly drow army that was ravaged by the army of Ymir Minotaurs and Warcraft. In about a hundred and fifty steps, the salt spears thrown by these salt frost giants could still pierce through the battle shield and pierce the two heavily armored scorpion drows. After piercing into the ground, a few salt spears can occasionally burst into shards, creating a splashing effect. These salt spears obviously had a strong toxin, and even the Drow Gunner, who had only been rubbed through the oily skin by the broken pieces of salt, didn't even have a snort before he fell to the ground with indigo on his face.

"It's worse, and it's salt frost." Liu Zhenzhen lay on the slope and snickered heartlessly.

These armies of Warcraft in the Scorched Salt Swamp have both ranged suppression and melee warriors, and this Flame Monarch is truly extraordinarily intelligent. The Flame Monarch commanded the Salt Frost Giants who were playing with salt spears, and aimed his long-range fire at the Flesh Shield class, obviously seeing through the weakness of the other River's immortals. The Drow army, which suddenly disrupted the formation, responded to the battle in a hurry, and it was strange not to eat turtles.

The combined air force of Moore and Drow finally woke up after wandering around the sky, and if they didn't get fire support from the air, the ground army would be dead with the help of the magicians alone.

The Fallen Elves' punishment of the Wardgard is very cruel. These air forces had no choice but to bite the bullet and prayed while they began to dive again to cover the retreat of their colleagues. The Troll Batriders certainly wouldn't be so desperate, but the Drow had the strength to break through the combined firepower of the Flame Monarch and the Bato Demon, desperately suppressing the scorched salt swamp monsters that were raging on the ground.

Unfortunately, an army of flying monsters composed of feathered flame snakes and dense salt-winged flying lizards swooped out of the darkness of the swamp at this moment, and it happened to be in the air to start a fierce battle with the air force of the fallen elves.

On the ground is a symphony of magic and blade cutting**, and the sky is like dumpling corpses.

The Scorched Salt Marsh's amateur army of monsters has no attack level, and the Drow army has similarly been disrupted. On the one hand, he firmly gained the upper hand with his fierce bloodthirst, and on the other hand, he relied on the advantage of numbers to retreat desperately. At this point, it doesn't matter if you need tactics or not. In addition to the air forces fighting impressively, the Drow army on the ground has lost even their pants.

Just as Liu Zhenzhen was preparing to draw his sword to help, the Zall army ushered in a respite.

Finally, the Drow army finally returned the battle in this series of painful blows, and after a single burst of fire from the four birdwing ballistas on the back of the extinct volcano and the river immortal warriors, they finally stopped the unstoppable momentum of the Warcraft army. Garrincha's cleverest thing was to take the advice of Lord Beamon and place four birdwing ballistas and a small number of river immortals on the backs of extinct volcanoes on either side of the battle line, rather than on the rear slopes of the battle line, as is traditionally done.

This unexpected pawn played a crucial role in turning the tide of battle. The River Immortals' "gamma rays" were not a big threat to these powerful beings, but the four jagged moon blades that rotated at high speed were really fierce. The concealment of the sudden attack and the extreme proximity of the distance made none of the attacks of the four birdwing ballistae miss, and the serrated moon blade with superior lateral lethality, two "buzzing" trembling and brushing the heads and back ribs of the three Batow demons. There was also a jagged moon blade nailed to the Flame Sovereign's right arm, which was thicker than a thousand-year-old tree. Although this powerful weapon is not easy to fire, its power is very, very domineering. Half of the head of the Bator demon was directly shoveled off, and the blood and severed horns rolled into the sky. The Salt Frost Giant, with a moonblade in his face, also covered his face, staggering and rolling to the ground, letting out a terrible howl of pain. His head was also cut into the shape of a "Ya".

Only the Flame Monarch's arm was embedded with the Jagged Moonblade, which was bounced off by the magic shield. Although the Flame Monarch's body still left a huge gap deep into the bones, the two Guardians of the Jungle who fired the jagged moon blade enjoyed a heavier response. The sawtooth crescent moon blade, the size of a basket, spun at high speed and bounced straight back into place, slashing the three-meter-tall bodies of the two Guardians of the Jungle into a brilliant spark along with the hard volcanic rock.

Flame Crush Armor!

The Flame Monarch's magic resistance is actually the "Flame Crush Armor" with 50% melee damage reflected by the same "Holy Thorn Armor", "Sponge Armor", and "Hyperemorged Cavernous Body" as the Guardian of the Jungle! It just so happens that this long-range weapon is being placed at the forefront today!

Compared to the Flame Monarch, the skin of the Guardian of the Jungle "Hyperemorged Cavernous Body" can also reflect damage, but it obviously does not have such a powerful kinetic energy to rebound the Serrated Moon Blade, and can only be cut in half alive. They died without regrets, who let them rely on this Flame Monarch's distance is so close. Except for Lao Liu's Ten Whale Power Target on the Sea Clan Island that day, there are not many physical powers that can hold up the magic armor of this twelve-meter-tall giant monster by one guy.

The enraged Salt Frost Giants quickly cleaned the small reptiles on the back of the mountain. Lao Liu didn't have time to teach these Drow soldiers how to build simple bunkers and fortifications. So they fought like they were suicidal, giving the Salt Frost Giants the best target.

The wounded Flame Monarch let out an earth-shattering scream, like piercing the eardrum with a golden needle. This terrible scream not only spread far and wide over the desolate land, but also almost tortured the people on the battlefield to the point of deafness. The Flame Monarch turned his head to stare at the lava-like fiery red blood flowing from his arm. The plasma spewed out in a big lump of face, stirring up a large expanse of steaming white gas on the ground.

Wounded at the hands of a group of reptile-small opponents, it was unbearable for the arrogant Flame Monarch.