"Don't get tangled! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Captain Jennifer waved desperately, trying to make all the mercenaries on the staircase retreat and give the archers who had been replaced with armor-piercing heavy arrows a space to shoot.

Finally, there was the experience of the first confrontation, although the mercenaries were flustered this time, under the leadership of several captains, they finally stabilized their positions and were not scattered by a blow like just now.

Fearing the lethality and savage assault of this Pig and the Orephin warriors, a squad of four dragon lance infantry carried a fine iron dragon lance and set up a dense steel forest with steel shields and seven-bladed dragon lances - this was completely correct, and the dense spear forest of seven-bladed length could be resisted even by galloping heavy cavalry, not to mention the Beamon infantry, who only knew how to bury their heads and slash, while sealing the downhill entrance of the step passage, and waiting for the close confrontation to begin, the archers could calmly cover the blow, Attack with an armor-piercing heavy arrow weighing up to five ounces of arrows, and the battle will be no longer in suspense.

It's just that as soon as the dragon lancers blocked the downhill crossing, they pushed the pikemen who were stuck in the middle of the steps to protect the "birdwing ballista" into the abyss, and when they reinserted the coulee fire gun back into their backs and smashed it with a mace, four or five mercenaries on the steps were taken by his might, and they turned around in a panic and fled, crashing headlong into a forest of spears composed of dragon guns, and hung up into meat skewers.

The "Metal Rose" mercenary group originally did not have the formation of dragon lance heavy infantry, but this time when changing clothes in the Sherpa family's weapons shop, the squadron leader of the pikemen squadron envied this seven-edged heavy spear with a tower ridge spear head, and took ten handles, but he didn't expect it to come in handy immediately.

This battle is enough to fight the infantry, and they are all equipped with high-level weapons against the heavy cavalry. The squadron leader of this nimble spearman was full of emotion.

In the end, it is the old fritter with a keen sense of the battlefield, the dragon spear array has just been erected, and countless sharpened bamboos have filled the gaps in this spear array, and the phoenix tail is lush and green, this is the members of the slave hunting group under the command of Count Totty.

The pikemen guarding the birdwing ballista on the staircase passage are considered to be blood mold, ordinary spears are simply unable to resist these Beamon's weapons, whether it is flexibility or length, the long knives of the mammoth Hercules are definitely not comparable to these mercenaries, as for the fastest rushing Pig, he is simply a nightmare within a nightmare.

There is no way to go to the sky, and the spearmen who have no way to enter the ground have encountered the dilemma of the first wave of attack echelon just now, the leading Pige is not afraid of any spear piercing, you stab me with a shot, I will smash you, the spear directly touches his armor is like stabbing an iron wall, and the mace in his hand is indestructible, the spearmen now only hate themselves for not approving a wall to fight him, as for the group of Orephine warriors who followed him are even more terrifying, when they are hand-to-hand combat, they stab a mercenary in the belly, You can also stab through a row in the back.

The gunners originally still had a phalanx, fighting and fighting, and there was no formation at all, they were just slashed and smashed.

It is said that this group of Beamon's offensive methods are actually not high-level strategies and tactics, this level of attack can be said to be the most concise, there is no technology at all, but it makes the veteran mercenaries and old fritters suffer two big losses in a row, the mercenaries are really crazy, they know how to defend, but they can't prevent it.

Their IQ has been completely shattered by this savage and ferocious style of play.

The spearmen were not good at hand-to-hand combat, and it stands to reason that the great swordsmen who were protecting them in the back should come up to answer at this time, but the narrow passage has long been blocked, and there are constantly flying corpses flying down. Sometimes the people in front were still shouting, and suddenly a swift sword light had broken through his body, and even hugged the head of a mercenary in the back, where is this still a battle, the whole has become a massacre.

Captain Jennifer herself rode on horseback and yelled for a long time, and even she didn't know what she was talking about, the only thing she knew for sure was that her head was a mess.

Seeing that the downhill of the steps was blocked by a dense forest of guns, the Beamon in front of him pounced on the places where there were many people like a wolf and a tiger, and there were a few brave swordsmen who wanted to counterattack but were sending them to the other party's knife edge, this group of Beamon had already killed the hand, and the terrible mace of the leader Pige was in this small space, almost all the attack angles were sealed, and a stick fell down, and the two-handed heavy sword and the master were often smashed away by a thousand-pound mace, and the broken steel blade was splashed everywhere.

What's even more annoying is that even if some great swordsmen have good martial arts skills, they bite the bullet to catch the steel knife of the opponent's Orephin warrior, and often cut it in two with their heavy swords and bodies, this kind of psychological pressure is too torturous.

The archer formation was also under the urging of the commander, and began to suppress the indiscriminate firepower, so close to the distance, the crowd on the steps was moving back and forth, and it was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries, and the archers under the command of the captain fired a volley, and saw a dense group of arrows like a dark cloud enveloping the crowd fighting on the steps, and the screams suddenly rose one after another.

What makes these archers who use armor-piercing heavy arrows hate is that these Beamons not only like to drill into crowded places, but as soon as the bowstring sounds, it rolls on the spot, shrewdly and deadly, a round of arrows rain washed, except for the Pige wielding a mace and still counter-charge, the remaining Orephin warriors used a cunning that did not fit the style of Beamon warriors at all, quickly turned around and dragged the birdwing ballista off the steps, slippery to the cave.

The Battle of Hyjal between Beamon and the Humans a thousand years ago is still regarded as a classic example of the major emperors' academies. Although the Beamon warriors were strong, they lacked discipline, and once they were killed, they were easily surrounded by the enemy's strategy and annihilated by the whole system, which was also unanimously recognized by the major military academies as the most fundamental reason why the orcs failed in the Battle of Hyjal.

Count Totti's face was purple with anger, and these Beamon were able to get out of the battlefield with a fight, which almost made him feel like he had smashed his fist into the cotton pile.

One of the big men in this group of Orphin warriors actually put the birdwing ballista as a cloak behind his back, and unhurriedly covered the other giant elephant warriors behind the hall and slipped back to the cave with his big buttocks, and the sound of "aggressiveness" was heard endlessly, and the armor-piercing heavy arrows had nothing to do with this bronze ballista weighing more than 5,000 pounds.

The faces of the two magicians are not very good-looking, these Beamon faced opponents who were hundreds of times more than them, not only did not fight at all, but killed two in and two out, which was too much for the two magicians to lose face, but I have to admit that this group of Beamon is very cunning, picking a lot of people to drill, constantly moving the direction, so that the two great magicians are really a bit of a mouse.

The Earl stopped the two masters' impulse to use high-level magic in time.

"There is no need for the two masters to waste their precious magic power, this royal queen's pig will definitely be finished." Count Totti said confidently.

As soon as the earl's words fell, a row of mercenaries on the steps were struck by maces from left to right, and several figures rose into the air and fell from the steps above, falling in the midst of the guns, "fluttering" a series of muffled sounds, like pieces of salted fish that were sunburned and oiled, and were upright and forked on the iron spears and exposed to the sun.

The white-hot battle suddenly stopped.

There are at most a dozen mercenaries caught on the steps, all of them are great swordsmen.

Many mercenaries with dragon spears had wet palms, and while everyone was nervously swallowing their saliva, they were also secretly thinking, according to the domineering of this Pig Warrior, the dragon spear and the shield could stop him?

Liu Zhenzhen held a mace in his hand, slowly descending the steps, the momentum of the mighty sea of hell made every mercenary's heart tremble, the strong body soaked in blood was dazzling in the sun, his eyes seemed to be a steel knife slowly drawn out of its sheath in the dark night, and the cold edge flashed with the eager expectation of depriving life.

The mercenaries felt as if they were a bunch of moths in front of the blazing fire of the oil lamp.

Pig's eyes swept over, and everyone felt their necks feel cold, like a heavy sword on their neck.

The Great Swordsmen had no way to retreat, and the Viking swords in their hands were as heavy as the snow-capped mountains of Temurraya.

With a wave of the mace in Liu Zhenzhen's hand, the great swordsmen scrambled to climb the stone statues on both sides of the passage and jump down from it.

There was some commotion in the dragon lance formation, but calm quickly returned.

In the angry howl of the regimental commander, the archers, who had just woken up from a dream, immediately remembered their duty, and countless arrows were fired at this Beamon in a chaotic manner.

There was no way to hide, and the cloud-like arrows pounced on the lonely Pige like a bunch of hungry locusts, with a bloodthirsty grin.

In the face of this terrible scene, even this Pige could only cover his face with a mace powerlessly, and after three breaths, this Pige became a standard porcupine, covered with arrow feathers, and the mace in his hand fell weakly with a "Kuang Dang", and a pair of black eyes with the fierceness that never disappeared, fell down with a bang, and rolled down the stairs softly down the stairs.

First there was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, the mercenaries cheered in unison, and there was a kind of ecstasy in everyone's hearts like being pardoned.

Seeing that the hedgehog-like Pig finally collapsed, Captain Jennifer himself gasped for a few large breaths of fresh air.

Count Totti shook his head.

Beamon is Beamon after all, even if a few of them have become cunning, after all, there are still stupid people, and the warriors of the slave catcher have just installed a few bed crossbows and small catapults, but it seems that they are not needed.

The Count couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in looking at the situation, even if he was a fierce Beamon warrior? What use can it be in the face of human wisdom and multi-arm cooperation.

The thrill of sniping a strong man filled the count's chest, and it was a wonderful feeling.

The two magicians looked at each other and smiled, and the earl's wise words didn't need to be bought anyway, so he threw them to the earl who looked "everything under control".

"Keep rushing for me! I'm going to take off those Orephine tusks and make them for me to adorn! Head Jennifer's hoarse voice continued to roar.

The poor regimental commander had already been red-eyed, and had forgotten all the tasks given to her by the Earl, and had forgotten about the Gully Firecracker.

The morale-shattering mercenaries screamed and stepped on the corpses and slippery blood on the ground and rushed up the steps again, the phalanx of heavy dragonlances opened the way, the archers followed, after gaining experience from the battle against this pig, the mercenaries simply loved these heavy dragonlances, after the initial panic, now the mercenaries were completely convinced, and they were ready to use the same method to eliminate the remaining Orephin warriors.

The majestic "Song of Dorot" sounded.

"The dragon knight roams under the morning glow~ The undulating Danube steppe ~ The elite army of the mercenary country is mighty ~ The allies are all Corning ~ Full of glory ~ Dolot!"

"Let's go, do what you have to do next." Lord Count smiled and said to the officers watching the battle.

The fairy dragon watching the battle from high in the sky couldn't believe it, did this Richard die like this? Just die so simply?

The mercenaries of "Metal Rose" hated this thousand-knife Pig, and in two waves of charges, at least fifty or sixty mercenaries died in his hands. As the dragon lance infantry stepped step by step on the high part of the steps, completely blocked the entrance of the steps with a forest of guns, and suppressed the space where the Orephin warriors could counterattack, two ruthless swordsmen immediately pulled the hedgehog-like Pig down from the steps, dragged their feet to the carriage carrying weapons and equipment, and prepared to unload eight pieces and vent their hearts.

They had just jumped down from the passage in embarrassment under the coercion of this Pig's eyes, and they were very faceless, and now they wanted to get their face back.

The Pig's body was heavy, and a long trail of blood was dragged on the ground, and the two great swordsmen dragged it with great difficulty, and they beckoned the coachman to drag the slasher over and prepare to cut the Pigg into several pieces.

Flipping the body of this Pig, and as soon as his fingers were clasped on the clasp of the armor, the two executioners' grim and twisted faces suddenly changed into a different expression—all of a sudden you see a dead man grinning at you, and the human expression is basically carved out of a mold.

At this time, the attention of the others was either focused on the bloody battle that was about to begin at the entrance of the large cave on the steps, or they were preparing to cross the river, and no one noticed the muffled sound of a few twisted neck bones quietly sounding.

The Earl's bed crossbow and small catapult were also pushed down the steps, and a scholar-like human in a robe drew geometric patterns on the ground with branches, which was the scholar Archimedes, whom the Sherpa family had summoned at a high price from the Syracuse principality on the Chesan continent, who could draw wonderful geometric patterns through compasses and rulers, calculate accurate shooting dollars, and make bed crossbows and catapults hit every shot.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone's blood was stimulated by the upcoming victory.

Except for the groom with the guillotine, who was trembling, and a pige covered in arrows lay comfortably on the ground, with two mercenaries with their necks disproportionately crooked.

The coachman knew that he was not dazzled, and it was this Pige who had just broken the necks of two tall and strong mercenaries with his fingers, and the coachman heard the crisp sound of the vertebrae snapping.

The Pige fumbled in his arms for a long time, and finally pulled out a large cigar and beckoned to him.

"Brother, borrow a fire." Liu Zhenzhen looked at the horseman covered in chaff and hooked his little finger.

The groom trembled, took out a flint from his bosom and handed it over, and the "clucking" of his lips became a loud sound.

Liu Zhenzhen grabbed the handle of the guillotine with his left hand and twisted it, with a muffled "squeak", a huge guillotine was dragged off the guillotine, took the flint and rubbed it on the knife, and teased the big cigar.

The groom's eyes widened to the extreme, and he fell to the ground like a stake.

Captain Jennifer and the Earl were riding their horses towards the river, when a terrible howl of hand-to-hand combat drew their eyes back, and a figure wielding a great guillotine swept into the crowd of people on the steps like the wind, and the Chessan scholar with his beard and geometric patterns was the first to be unlucky, and the Earl was dazzled to see the wise head swung into the sky with a cheap guillotine.

There are no words to describe the mercenary's panic at the moment, from the operator of the bed crossbow and small catapult, to the archer at the back of the steps, who were frantically slashed all the way by a large guillotine.

The nightmare was repeated, and the Pig, covered in arrows, wielded a large, rough and crappy guillotine, slashed countless expensive weapons to the ground along with their master, the heavy guillotine in his hand like a light sewing needle into a great windmill.

This kind of back-to-back raid, no blocking, no obstacles, is especially suitable for Liu Zhenzhen's horizontal and vertical slashing.

Death Passage! Definitely a death passage!

The army, which was already preparing to evacuate, all looked at the Pig, who had cut a path with his guillotine, in surprise and horror.

"This guy must be wearing more than one layer of armor!" Lord Count said through gritted teeth.

Both magicians are going crazy, and it's another scuffle! It's a scuffle again! At this time, launching a large magic is worried about accidental injury, and firing a small magic flame charge is like a send-off for this Pig, I don't know if the blood on his body is too thick or the blood spilled in the air is like rain, anyway, the flame bomb will be extinguished after hitting it.

Captain Jennifer's eyes went dark, and she almost fell off her horse.

This Pig actually cheated to death, he actually cheated to death! Captain Jennifer felt that she was completely about to collapse, and a stupid Pig actually knew how to cheat to death!

Commander Jennifer had a hunch that his two squadrons of pikemen and two squadrons of archers would be removed from here.

The archers and dragon spear infantry huddled together obviously never dreamed that someone would cut them from behind, and the loud "Song of Dolot" came to an abrupt end, chopping melons and vegetables all the way, Liu Zhenzhen actually picked up his mace again, and put it under his control, like a horse's hoof stepping on the mud, and where his figure passed, there was a rain of blood spraying everywhere.

The speed was too fast, and the other mercenaries recovered from their astonishment, and then chased after them, this Pig had already rushed up the twenty-bladed steps, and the back of the head of the last hoplite was slashed open in the back, and the corpse that fell to the ground around it.

What's even more exaggerated is that this Pige threw away the weapon in his hand, lifted his toes, held a heavy dragon spear carried by four people in his hand, and roared wildly, "Kampas!" With a swipe on the ground, the thick dragon lance carried a black shadow, nailing a batch of hairy rhinoceros cavalry under the red clay slope to the ground with their mounts, and the seven-bladed spear body burrowed into the ground halfway.

The hairy rhinoceros struggled with their hooves and howled desperately.

"Kampas!" The Pige roared and tore open his armor and shook off the horned helmet, one, two, three.

The wild muscles, full of explosive power and wild chest hair, make all people have the illusion of facing a wild beast.

All the horses were startled by this roar and retreated.

"Let me come!" Master Fran tore open a scroll that had been prepared for a long time in his hand, and a lengthy spell with complex elemental power faintly rippled in the air, and countless spices with different flavors sprinkled from the master's fingers and scattered with the wind.

At the entrance of the cave, the place where the Pig Warrior was standing suddenly rose up with red smoke, and a circle of six-pointed star maps flickered on the ground, and an orange-red flame rose into the sky, engulfing this Pig in an instant.

In the magic fire, there are obvious shouts and joyful figures of flame spirits.

This "Wall of Fire" is also a very high-level fire magic, and Master Fran can't help but feel a little proud.

The flames of magical flames gradually spread to the staircase passage, and the stench of corpses being incinerated filled the airway.

"It's a real honor for this savage orc to die under the superb magic of Master Fran." Count Totti took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread and covered his nose in an elegant posture.

"It's a pity that he can't use it again this time." Master Fran laughed.

As if in response to the master's words, a lightning-like silver light erupted from the flames, although the target was directly aimed at the two magicians and the earl, although the accuracy was a little poor, but the silver light with a drifting arc finally swept past the followers of the two masters, and disappeared into the team of the "metal rose" mercenary group next to it, and the swift silver light finally flew into the bamboo forest.

After a series of sharp blade cutting sounds, a neat row of people and a neat row of bamboos collapsed at the same time.

The two magicians were shocked, and with the strong mental stimulation of the rest of their lives, they looked themselves up and down, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

This is the moon blade launched by the birdwing ballista, and the strong wind brought out by the jagged moon blade when it rotates just now makes them feel cramps in their legs and stomachs, and their cold hairs stand on end.

The followers of the two masters suffered heavy casualties, and the sharp moon blades spun too fast, and a few warriors who had been cut open could still crawl on the ground, and the eyes of the two masters were split.

The magical spirits in the "Wall of Fire" at the entrance of the cave vanished, and the flames swirling around disappeared in an instant.

The Pige was like an immortal bird, standing alive at the mouth of the cave that had been scorched by the fire, still curling with green smoke and the smell of burnt meat, an antique bronze bird-wing ballista on his shoulder, a flickering cigar in the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp, and his strong body bathed in a layer of cyan flames.

"Sacrifice?" The Grand Magician was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

There is actually a Beamon sacrifice hiding in the cave! Master Fran really felt the urge to strangle that guy to death.

However, only after being shrouded in the glorious aura of "sacrifice" and surrounded by the soul fire of the altar, can the Beamon warrior temporarily possess the ability of "flame absorption" and cannot be damaged by fire-based magic.

Without this bastard priest making trouble, how could this Pig still stand here intact under the calcination of magical flames, and actually shoot a moon blade from the cold son, knocking out more than half of his followers!

How could this discovery not make Master Fran almost unable to get up in one breath------- a valuable magic scroll smashed out, but it only served as a cover for the other party's sneak attack.

In order to prevent accidents, Liu Zhenzhen asked Guoguo, who was placed in the cave as a reserve, to smash the "fire in winter" ------ "Sacrificial War Song Scroll" to increase the insurance coefficient with the help of the flame absorption capacity of the "sacrifice".

Because he was recently teaching boys and girls to make war song scrolls, Liu Zhenzhen had accumulated thousands of cherry wood scrolls in the past two months, and Guoguo also threw one to Liu Zhenzhen, which made Master Fran mistaken.

"Kill him for me! Kill him! Count Totti threw away the fine handkerchief in his hand, and trembled with his whip and pointed at the pig, who could not die no matter how beaten he was, and shouted hysterically.

The fairy dragon Dais, who was watching the battle from above, let out a long sigh.

Human tactics should not have been entangled with a small army behind the palace, especially a small force occupying a dangerous terrain. Self-esteem and the big picture of the battlefield were not to be confused, and the fairy felt that the human commander had become completely annoyed and had lost his decision.

Magician Fran's face turned blue and white, gritted his teeth, and tore open a scroll of ancient magic again, the lengthy spell was more complex and long than the "wall of flames" just now, and the ancient and obscure magic scales echoed in the air with mysterious power.

Master Ortega shrugged his shoulders regretfully, the cooldown for these Beamon's "sacrifices" hadn't yet arrived, and the fire magic was now ineffective for them.

The mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group don't have the courage to go up again, you push me, I push you to be humble. Their head Jennifer's lips squirmed for a long time, and she didn't give a complete order.

The heavy scythes of the "Tornado" mercenary group were dispatched, one squadron remained behind, and the other squadron of heavy scythes, led by Captain Rodman, took mechanical and strong steps, holding a three-tiered tower shield and a long-handled giant scythe, and stepped on the passage of the death stairs that had been washed by blood countless times.

The formation of the heavy scythes is perfect, and the phalanx marching hand in hand has an unusually powerful sense of oppression, and the giant scythes and heavy iron armor leap to harvest the cold of life.

The two magic apprentices of Master Fran blessed the group of heavy scythes with the "gravitational elimination technique", which is a wonderful spatial magic, after applying this magic, it will have a certain easing effect on gravity, and the giant scythes with heavy armor suddenly feel lighter, their steps are lighter, and their courage is doubled.

Mammoth Hercules and Guoguo also rushed out of the cave, and like Liu Zhenzhen, their bodies also flashed with the light of the altar's soul fire.

Guoguo resisted a large leather pocket dragged on the ground, which was full of war song scrolls, and Guoguo's belly pocket was also stuffed, and the fat hen-like macaw stood beside it, with a scroll in its mouth.

At first glance, the shape of the fruit looks like a profiteer who came to sell the scrolls of war songs wholesale.

"Remember my name, you died at the hands of Pompeii's tough guy Rodman!" Rodman, the captain of the heavily armed scythe at the front of the phalanx, roared through the cracks in his heavy armor as he climbed the stairs, his voice like a roaring lion.

"Why does this thing have the same name as mine?" A mammoth Hercules scratched his head in confusion and asked his boss stupidly, he also had a huge leather pocket on his back like Guoguo.

"From the next moment on, you'll be the only one in the world named Rodman." Liu Zhenzhen alone put the bird-wing ballista on the coiled spring, and pointed the elk's mouth against the staircase passage.

The psychological quality of the heavy giant scythes of the "Tornado" mercenary group is simply one day and one place compared to the mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" just now, even through a layer of plate armor, Liu Zhenzhen can feel the death and fierceness in their blood-red pupils from the small helmet, even if the birdwing ballista is aimed at him, these brave Pompeii men do not have the slightest intention of retreating.

In terms of momentum alone, this kind of fierce bravery that would rather die than retreat is enough to crush the confidence of some timid opponents.

"There are kinds of these goods, too." Liu Zhenzhen sneered again and again.

The last trace of the spell was finally completed, and as the magic scroll spontaneously combusted without fire, Master Fran's halberd fingers shot out small silver-white balls of light, which smashed like thunder towards Liu Zhenzhen, who was resisting the ballista and preparing to launch the moon blade.

Five small silver balls of light in a row, the torque generated by the powerful magic fluctuations made the entire space seem to tremble.

The ball of light came quickly, almost catching Liu Zhenzhen off guard, but fortunately there was a big ballista in his hand, Liu Zhenzhen learned the clever methods of the mammoth Hercules, and flipped the bird-wing ballista in his hand as a shield to the five series of magic balls of light.

Master Fran released the five silver balls of light, his face turned pale, and he sat back on the chair, panting.

One after another, the balls of light shot on the bird-wing ballista, and the bow and arrow could make a loud noise when shot on the ballista, and these few Master Fran had been preparing for a long time, and the silver ball of light that had been nagging for a long time with the magic chant hit the ballista, but it didn't even give Liu Zhenzhen any sense of vibration.

Liu Zhenzhen is a little funny, is this the level of the so-called human magician? Are you overly careful?

Before this thought was finished, the bird-wing ballista he was holding in his arms disappeared into the air, and a silver ball of light hit his chest, colliding with a piece of mercury-colored star shavings, floating in front of Liu Zhenzhen, and dissipating with great nostalgia.

Liu Zhen was like thunder, and the cigar in his mouth slipped to the ground with a "click".

Guoguo quickly picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth, causing Rodman's mammoth Hercules to slow down and look stupid.

"Extradimensional Space Transfer!" Liu Zhenzhen let out a low roar, his fists clenched.

Only then did he think of the other party, a magician, who not only cultivated fire magic, but was also a rare space magician! For magicians, who can pay so much attention to the Beamon Sacrifice!

"Alien Space Transfer" is a very, very Boolean space magic, which can transfer any "unnaturally generated item" to another unknown dimension, and this terrifying magic is effective for creatures of any race--------- because whether it is a human or a Beamon, or an elven dwarf, or a dragon, it is just a by-product of enjoying the pleasure of men and women, not naturally generated.

It's also the only magic that even a dragon that is immune to magic is afraid of, because this magic is not immune at all, only luck. However, the success rate of this terrible magic is very limited, and each "Extradimensional Space Transfer Technique" has only about a 1 in 10 chance of working, which means that even if you take a hit, you may still be intact, and you may disappear into this world completely.

The five-shot "Alternate Dimensional Space Transfer Technique" is at least five times more likely in terms of success rate! In fact, it is exactly like this, although the first three "transfer techniques" are all ineffective, but the fourth "interdimensional space transfer technique" does work, and it actually transfers a heavy bird-wing ballista of four or five thousand pounds! Although the fifth one didn't work, Liu Zhenzhen's heart is still beating loudly, and the negative emotions of night sweats, loss of strength, and fear jump up and down on this Liu Daguan who turned around in a circle on the ghost gate - this has nothing to do with courage and daring, this is a natural reaction for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Looking at his empty hands, Liu Zhenzhen couldn't believe it.

Master Fran was also jumping at this time, and with his cultivation, he wanted to be proficient in using the "Alternate Dimensional Space Transfer Technique", and he didn't know if it would be possible in another hundred years. This five-shot "Alternate Dimensional Space Transfer" scroll was still inherited by his mentors of previous generations, and it belonged to the Zhenshan magic weapon at the bottom of the box, and today it was also killed by this Pig's sawtooth moon blade grid launched with a birdwing ballista, and it collapsed in front of so many acquaintances, and was forced to break the jar and break out.

Even summoning this five-shot "Alternate Dimensional Space Transfer Technique" consumed most of Master Fran's magic power, but unfortunately, this boundless magic allowed this cunning Pig to dodge it half luckily and half smartly, which really made Master Fran's extremely depressed thick phlegm stuck in his throat again.

Everyone was stunned, but Guoguo was not idle, pouting his little butt with a cigar in his mouth, breaking the scrolls of the "Song of Retardation" war song, and casually smashing them into the heavily armed scythes who were advancing neatly on the steps, "Gravitational Elimination" and "Song of Sluggishness" were against each other, and the bodies of the heavy scythes suddenly stagnated, and several of them had an unstable center of gravity, staggered, and fell on the steps, the armor was too heavy, and the fallen scythes could not stand up at all, and the vacancy they left was immediately filled by the back row.

This should have been an exaggerated scene was ignored by everyone, because everyone's eyes were on that Pig, with different expressions and moods.

As the scythes got closer and closer, Mammoth Hercules Rodman took out a large green melon from the big leather pocket behind his back, and smashed it headlessly into the captain of the heavily armed scythe, also known as Rodman, with red juice splashing.

The sneering voice of Captain Rodman, the Giant Scythe, resounded throughout the land, and without the threat of the Birdwing Ballista, the Heavy Scythe relied on his hard armor, two-bladed tall burly figure, and sharp long-handled scythe, even if he was an Orephin warrior?

"You're just throwing stones, and our heavy scythe's body can resist it!" In the wild laughter of the captain in the hands of the giant scythe, the giant scythes raised the tower shields and giant scythes in their hands one after another, and the wild roar of "ho ho" soared into the sky with a chilling murderous aura.

There are still a dozen steps, and these Beamon, who has caused countless troubles, will be turned into blood-colored medals that prove the great scythe's bravery in the eyes of thousands of people. Squadron Leader Rodman licked his dry lips.

Guoguo took a big puff of the cigar in his mouth, stretched his neck, swallowed beautifully into his belly, and shoved it into the macaw and the mammoth Hercules Rodman to take a puff each.

The blazing cigar of Mars, with a fruity smile, fell in a beautiful arc to the steps called the Death Passage.

When Guoguo's puff of Huilong cigar smoke erupted, the monstrous flames swept through the entire death passage.

In the midst of the Earl's loud scolding, Master Ortega tore open his top-notch magic scroll, "Burning City".

"Sacrifice" is also a high-level Beamon battle song, Ortega doesn't believe that a sacrifice can be used twice in a short period of time, and he also noticed that the cooldown time of the brilliant aura has just reached on the group of Beamon warriors standing at the mouth of the cave on the red soil slope.

As if it were a volcano, the emerald laterite slopes were surrounded by crimson flame spirits flying out.

The magic flame is different from ordinary physical flames, and the humans standing at the bottom of the high slope do not have the feeling of fire waves at all, but they can clearly see the traces of quartz sand in the laterite layer after dissolving into liquid and vaporizing, which is the great power of the flame that is terrifying to the extreme.

Everyone was looking up, and no one doubted that there would be life left in this earthen city after this hellfire scorched.

The south bank of the Sanggan River.

Ning Yu, Avril Lavigne, and Helen stared at the intense magic elves and terrifying elemental flames, and there was unconcealed tension in their eyes.

"I may have more faith in him than you do." Fairy Dragon Daisy smiled.

"It's finally my turn." Collina let out a long sigh.

For this, several proprietresses looked at him with disgusted eyes for a long time.

(To be continued)