Natural disasters have struck.

On the south bank of the Sanggan River, the red clay slopes resemble erupting volcanoes, burning the horizon with a glow.

The clear waters of the Sanggan River, near its banks, had turned into tumbling mud, and large bubbles were bubbling upwards, and from time to time fat fish jumped out of the water, cramping and slapping in waves.

Countless guinea pigs jumped out of the bamboo forest and gnawed at each other; Sparrows and ravens flew low in the sky, and in the shrill and frantic chirping, they were burned by the magical fire spirits who cheered fiercely on the high slopes of the red clay, and in an instant they were reduced to ashes.

Several wolf-in-cheek wolves howled, their eyes had turned blood-red, and their mouths were frantically chasing and biting with white foam.

This is the horror of human magic!

The power of the magic scroll "Earth Fire Burning City", perhaps even Master Ortega himself did not expect it to be so terrifying, can actually bring all the small creatures in the Danube with apocalyptic mental stimulation.

In addition to being a little distressed, Master Ortega was more proud in his heart.

This small death corridor resistance battle almost crippled the famous "Metal Rose" mercenary group, and finally had to rely on magicians to end the battle.

It is conceivable that the minstrel of Dorot will soon be singing the name of a magician throughout the Aegean continent.

The shiny riding boots trampled on the red clay river beach full of swarms of ants, and the red cloak of Lord Totti fluttered in the wind.

Though he had dealt with his difficult opponents, the handsome Dorot Pony was like a burning emerald flame in his heart.

This battle delayed the slave catcher for a long time, and the Earl felt a little worried in his heart------ worried that he had run away at the right angle.

Through the "eagle-eye sleeveglass", you can see that there is only a mess of large and small packages left on the tidal flats on the other side of the Sanggan River, a large number of bamboo rafts, rattan boats and broken ice blocks floating down the river, and on the tidal flats, in the lush reeds, there are small figures scurrying around, which are hedgehog herdsmen catching the sand beasts that are jumping around.

What is that? Lord Count's breath was bated.

A crowd of people on the river beach caught his attention.

Fox Beauty! The mussel girl of the Far Eastern Continent! Beauty Snake! Mermaid!

And the swan beauty with white wings! Who is that cloak with such a suffocating face!

The earl's hand holding the "Eagle Eye Sleeve Mirror" trembled uncontrollably, and it actually exceeded the expected five beauties, and there were actually six top beauties! He was completely sure that except for the one who didn't know him in the cloak, the remaining five were definitely the beautiful Bimon beauties he had seen in the memory crystal ball, and he had come all the way to hunt for them this time!

Six beauties gathered about 300 or so goblin warriors to set up a sparse line of defense on the river beach with shields and spears, and these beauties were still forming a scattered formation, comforting the weeping vassals! They haven't had time to leave yet!

The Earl closed his eyes, prayed slowly, opened his eyes again, and re-examined them, and when he was sure that he was absolutely not dazzled, he could not help praising the generosity and mercy of God in the most sensual words.

However, when he looked back and saw the progress of his own crossing, the praise of the Earl immediately turned into an angry roar, and the count's face, who had always been personable, suddenly distorted, and the hooligan-like foul words flooded from the mouth of the noble colt.

This time, I don't know if I was scared or cautious, Captain Jennifer commanded his only two squadrons of pikemen and two squadrons of archers to form the left and right wings, even if they crossed the river with a bamboo raft, they also formed a conservative concave defensive formation, arching and guarding the heavy giant scythe in the middle as the main force of the beach, the body of the heavy giant scythe was too heavy, a bamboo raft could only carry two Pompeii tough guys with heavy armor, this batch of heavy giant scythes crossing the river was only half a squadron in total, There are also fifty Pompeii men waiting for the next wave of river crossings.

The heavy scythe's raft travels slowly, and the speed of the "metal rose" mercenaries turns into snails.

As the main force of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group, there are four squadrons of light cavalry that do not have enough tools to cross the river, and they wait helplessly on the river embankment.

"Jennifer! What are you waiting for, you idiot! Am I paying you a large commission to give your prey another hour to escape? "The Earl's roar barely caused the Sangan River to flow backwards.

"But how can you cross the river without tools?" Jennifer, the female leader of "Metal Rose", was scolded by this sudden burst, and her face became very unnatural, and she muttered quietly.

"Fools! Unload all my heavy equipment and swim lightly! The Earl picked up his horsewhip and whipped the slave catchers around him without a head.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

The shouts of the horses suddenly covered the jubilant waters of the Sangan River.

The five hundred ranger cavalry of the slave catcher under the command of the Earl immediately removed the heavy equipment such as the meteor hammer and shield from the saddle, shook the reins, and restrained the war horse under his crotch and rushed into the cold river water.

Commander Jennifer had no choice but to have four squadrons of light cavalry rush into the icy river and cross the river together.

The eight-headed hairy rhinoceros could not swim, so they could only stay in place stupidly with Captain Jennifer, receiving the mocking gaze of Count Totty.

"Defeat those goblins! Capture those Beamon beauties alive for me! They have lost a hair, and I will skin you, stuff it with straw, and hang it on the walls of Dolot! The Count restrained his horses and gave orders to his warriors.

"Whoever catches one of these beauties! 10,000 Bounty Coins! The Count's words made the icy river no longer cold, so that the blood of every outlaw was not subjected to the baptism of the magic scroll of the "Burning City".

Count Totti glanced back at the flaming magical flame spirits tossing and turning on the red clay slopes, a victor's smile on his lips.

The sappers were still speeding up to make the bamboo raft, but after a while they had to move down, although the magical flame spirits above the jade would not scorch anything beyond the red clay slopes, but the heat spread from the red soil had already caused the surrounding plants to begin to wither, and the plants around the jade, whether it was a bamboo forest or an alder tree, had begun to turn yellow, the bark was getting drier and drier, and the vaporized water was steaming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as each huge raft was weaved, a group of warriors pushed it down the river, and a large number of mercenaries jumped on it, their pockets full of 10,000 gold coins that had not yet arrived, and they held the boat as if they were participating in a competition.

The magic flame burned more and more, and the gradually darkening sky was covered with a gorgeous light, and there was a blood-red reflection floating on the surface of the Sangan River, and today it was destined to have no fate with the darkness.

The bamboo rafts of the concave front broke the ice on the surface of the river, countless war horses advanced in the river, and the surface of the wide Sanggan River suddenly became narrow.

The goblin warriors on the blocking front on the other side obviously couldn't accept such a great pressure, and deserters began to appear, and their shields were put down, and even the shouts of several beauties had no effect.

"Don't be afraid, little darling, here we are, here we come," said the Earl, muttering with a sinister grin, as he carefully observed the progress through his eagle-eye sleeve.

There were still a hundred yards to go, and the heavy scythes tightened their grips on the scythes and tower shields, and the pennies of the pennies increased their frequency significantly, and the watery pennies flew up and down quickly.

Grab the beach! Everyone is getting ready to grab the beach!

The archers also began to suppress the fire, because they were afraid of accidental injury, so the target of each bow was to sweep to the sides of the beauties, and the captain of the archer sweated a lot.

The hedgehog and the skunk man also began to fire back, and the sparse cobblestones and the rain of arrows formed a ridiculous contrast, and every mercenary found the world so cute.

Because the goblins were afraid of bows and arrows, they actually held their heads and desperately shrank behind the shield, and a horizontal line blocking array that was not very compact was washed by three rounds of arrow rain, and actually transformed into two strange formations clustered together, and the most important central axis position was actually blank.

The mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" shouted loudly, and they gave this blocking array a nice name----- Testicular Battle Formation.

The mercenaries laughed at Beamon's ignorance while trying to wipe the sweat from their palms, which was so unexpected! Before the war began, there was such a big mistake on this front.

The Heavy Scythes all took off their helmets, revealing their sleek heads and pigtails at the back of their necks, this is not a light enemy, the key is that the opponent is too amateurish! If they landed and attacked, even if there were only fifty giant scythes, it would be enough to slaughter them all, as easy and easy as a walnut under the hammer.

There is a saying in the Aegean that whoever God wants to perish, he will first make him contemptuous and arrogant. This phrase couldn't be better than to describe what happened to the Heavy Scythe.

Amid the thunderous laughter of the mercenaries, something like a fish fin was erected on the cold river, and the fire light on the red clay slope shone on these "fins", reflecting the cold glow that only murder weapons have.

As these "fins" approached the mercenaries' rafts, the waves in the river obscured the fierce reflection, and the eyes of most of the giant scythes were now staring closely at the opposite riverbank, calculating the focus of the attack for the beach.

The bamboo raft sounded a burst of explosions that made people feel weak, all the mercenaries were just a god, and the wide bamboo raft where the heavy scythes were located was like a steak cut by a dinner knife, and it was divided into two in an instant, not a bamboo raft, but almost all the heavy scythes were on the bamboo raft that was divided into two halves, and the sound of the bamboo pole bursting and the sound of the heavy scythe turning over and falling into the water sounded at the same time.

Terrible upheaval!

The count's face, who was confidently observing the progress, immediately turned pale.

Before the archers and pikemen could recover their composure, one of them slipped and their raft was cut in two by a swift blade, and there was a terrible scream that someone had found that his foot had been severed.

However, the screams were quickly drowned out by the river.

After just a few breaths, all forty bamboo rafts were cut in two by the terrifying force from the underwater, and the sound of falling water became the main theme of this stage.

More than two dozen stout Beamon bodies quietly surfaced, appearing where the Heavy Scythe Hands were supposed to be----- in the middle of the concave battle array, their super giant axes shining brightly in the sparkling water, their expressions calm and calm, allowing the river to slide down their foreheads.

It's Hippopotamus Beamon!

The knowledgeable men of the mercenaries hissed their voices and howled in despair with the sound of tearing their vocal cords.

The mercenaries who were close at hand noticed a detail, the strongest hippopotamus in the lead, Beamon, actually spat out a whole shrimp shell from his mouth, the tentacles of this river shrimp were still twitching, but the meat on the tail had been sucked empty.

"It tastes even better if you put some wine aside." The hippopotamus Beamon muttered in the not-so-authentic human lingua franca and inhaled the large, terrifying nasal cavity.

"I don't know what human flesh tastes like." The hippopotamus grinned, a cluster of white shrimp meat in its guillotine-like incisors.

This detail made the mercenaries who fell into the water fall into the bottomless abyss, no matter who faced the hippopotamus warriors of the same size and weighing nearly half a ton, they would only feel their small stature and powerless to resist.

Most of the mercenaries choked on a mouthful of water at this time.

Yes, that's because of nervousness and fear.

"Short axe ready~~~" This boring guy is of course O'Neill, the cunning little eyeballs are dripping, this Fei Leng Cui's most vicious guy, called on his companions to pull out the small short axe tucked on the shorts.

To the Hippopotamus poets, they draw small hatchets, which in the eyes of the mercenaries struggling in the river are battering rams.

The ominous premonition is like a dark cloud before the rainstorm, hanging over the heart of every mercenary, paddling! Leave! The mercenaries, huddled together, began to swim desperately, no one still wanted to resist, no one had other thoughts.

"Put!" O'Neill grinned, gritted his teeth, and smashed out the short axe in his hand with the strength of the cave.

A series of neat slapping waves spread out in all directions, with the circular array of hippopotamus poets as the core, just like a blooming crab claw chrysanthemum, jumping and rolling waves in all directions, these waves are all natural phenomena stirred up by the high-speed cutting of the river by a short axe, just like the fins of a tiger shark in the sea rushing across the water.

The sound of tearing ** sounded again, and the mercenaries who had seen the power of the "Birdwing Ballista" were familiar with this terrible sound, and these strong and already excessively Beamon warriors smashed their short axes at close range, even if they were not stronger than the "Birdwing Ballista", they would definitely not be far behind.

Where the tumbling axe rushed with the waterline, there was a straight line of broken blood on the surface of the water, and life was like a rushing stream of water at this moment.

"Haha, damn guys! Don't you guys like our Beamon fur? Didn't you want to kidnap our hostess? Try my Hippo O'Neill's axe! O'Neill laughed as he spoke the lingua franca of the Aegean Continent, which had a strong Bimeng dialect.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, this guy is no different from the devil who crawled out of hell.

After all the short axes were smashed, the hippos plunged into the blood-red water again, with only the huge ripples and halos representing their former existence.

The surface of the river was as if it had been smashed by a demon meat grinder from the era of the Great War of Gods and Demons, and the blood changed the color of the ice floating on the river.

The rest of the mercenaries are lucky, the hippopotamus warriors have already dismissed them, and their next target is the lightly armed cavalry and rangers.

Fighting the water tribe in the water, and with the strongest hippopotamus among the Beamon orcs, anyone can imagine what the outcome of this battle will be, the battle of the death steps, the mercenaries can still fight back, and now they are even deprived of the right to fight back.

This is no longer a one-dimensional war.

The fairy dragon Daisy turned her head away and stopped looking at the river.

Even when the mammoth warrior reaches the water, facing the hippopotamus poets, there is only one way to stretch his neck and slaughter. Even if it is a sea warrior, how many have a chance of winning in the water against the amphibious warrior hippopotamus?

It's a battle without any suspense.

Also thinking was Count Totti, whose expression looked like a cramp and a stroke.

Captain Jennifer suddenly grew much older, knelt on the bank of the river, and looked painfully at the screams that sounded from time to time in the river, and the stones pinched between his fingers had already coughed up blood from his palms.

It's actually a hippopotamus warrior! It's actually a househouse hippopotamus! The two archmages dragged their frail bodies and muttered the name.

The only two formed sailors in Beamon, one of the model turtle warriors and the other of the Zuodanu frogmen, all guarded the sunset swamp on the southwest border. No one could have imagined that they would encounter a hippopotamus warrior on the Sangan River. The Earl tore at his meticulous hair, trembling all over.

The beauty is on the other side, but this Sanggan River is already impassable.

This battle is basically a foregone conclusion, and now it depends on how small the losses can be.

The light cavalry and rangers who swam lightly in the water had fled back because of the delay in their position, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they were very shrewd, and they scattered in all directions, and a clear halo of water quickly approached them, although the screams were continuous, but they were finally much better than the mercenaries who were huddled together after falling from the bamboo raft.

Seven hundred cavalry, hundreds of yards away from the river, on this road to death, more than two hundred people disappeared forever in the deep water, the hippopotamus warrior's seemingly clumsy and heavy body underwater agility can make all the mercenaries remember this nightmare for the rest of their lives.

After experiencing the wandering of life and death, the rangers and light cavalry finally stepped on the tidal flats, and many of them couldn't stand this strong mental stimulation, and they were desperately clutching their throats and vomiting.

Is land safe?

The hippopotamus poets rushed ashore with a playful expression, and killed into the cavalry that had just thought that they would survive the catastrophe, and the same as the Pigs who were engulfed in flames, these hippos were still a group of desperate charges, their height was much higher than that of any cavalry, the huge axe blade cut through the bodies of the two war horses easily, and the spirit of the rangers and light cavalry who were huddled together had just been relieved, and they couldn't adapt to this huge contrast at all, and they fled quickly from a distance, The close eyes watched the big axe come over, and it was a hundred.

It's messed up again.

In just one wave of charges, the big axe of the hippopotamus warrior opened a death passage piled up with flesh and blood fragments on the tidal flats, and after a baptism back and forth, at least dozens of poor bitter ghosts left their souls in this foreign land.

By the time the eight-headed hairy rhinoceros and the angry female head rushed over with her own personal guards, there were only mutilated corpses and blood on the river beach.

The hippos slippery and the river is their best place to hide.

Although there were not many followers of the two magicians left, they also rushed over with great chivalry to meet these frightened unlucky ghosts, and sure enough, they were worthy of the followers of the magicians, and several warriors with powerful appearances were shining with different colors of fighting energy, but unfortunately the fighting spirit could not let them go into the water, so they could only hold their eyes.

Looking at the vast river, a large group of people were powerless, except for a few thieves who shot indiscriminately with crossbow arrows to vent their anger, the rest of the people could only use saliva as a weapon to express their indignation, and after waiting for a long time and no movement, they could only turn around and go ashore stupidly.

"Splash Lala" There was a splashing sound, and the hippopotamus warriors showed their heads again, and all the warriors were just in a state of spirit, ready for a big battle, and a white axe smashed into this group of warriors with dazzling fighting spirit.

You can imagine that more than 20 giant axes weighing 200 pounds of gold and steel wheels were smashed out of the strength of the Hippo poets' usual bench press logs that had reached five tons.

Between the lightning and light, the gorgeous fighting spirit and light were collectively knocked down on the beach by this group of sudden flying axes together with their masters, not only that, but the place where the giant axe rotated and extended back was a neatly cut blood road, a war horse was cut in half by a huge axe blade, the blood in the air was scattered like a splash, and the reeds by the river "la-la" trembled their waists in the rain.

The remaining great axe finally slashed deep into the riverbank, and the earth shook.

The hippos quickly disappeared into the river as if they had never existed.

The two magicians barely fainted in the distance.

These Beamons even have to keep their last weapons to kill! This group of Beamon is actually attacking again! The cavalry and rangers on the tidal flats frantically whipped their horses and fled up the riverbank.

Even if they knew that these hippos Beamon were no longer armed, no one would dare to stand there anymore.

This unconventional style of play has once again turned the IQ of all human beings into a puddle of mud.

The mercenaries who fell from the bamboo raft were not pursued by the hippopotamus warriors, and finally landed safely, and more than 30 heavily armed giant scythes actually walked slowly and miraculously from the river.

At the beginning of the bamboo raft overturned, only 80 yards from the shore, these heavy scythes actually held their breath, underwater, relying on a certain amount of water buoyancy, they simply moved ashore.

Looking at this testicle-like battle array, the giant scythes roared angrily after retching a few mouthfuls of turbid water.

The river "rattled and rattled" through the cracks in their plate armor, and the eyes of these heavily armed scythes were close to madness.

Fairy Dragon Daisy knew that this small mistake might be the only shortcoming that could be found in this battle, which made it a pity for her to pursue perfection everywhere.

(To be continued)