The difference between small-scale team battles and large-scale battles lies in the direct impact of high-end combat power on the outcome of the battle.

Generally speaking, in large-scale battles, individual bravery often does not play a big role, but can disrupt the commander's battle plan, resulting in the defeat of one's own side.

In small-scale team battles, strong individual combat strength will affect the final outcome of one or more battles.

The battle between the Pompey family escort and the Madly Lion Mercenary Group was precisely because of the existence of Muben, a twentieth-order paladin, that the balance of victory was tilted in favor of the Madly Lion Mercenary Regiment from the beginning.

Muben's high-level Demon Knight spear flipped into the air, and the tip of the spear turned into a little starlight, and each blow was a fatal attack to the guards of the Pompey family.

The Nineteenth-Order Silent Sky Sage, whom Colin called the old butler, was trying his best to parry Mu Ben's attacks every time, and there was no chance to fight back at all.

One order behind the level, the assassin was naturally restrained by knights, but fortunately, the dagger in the old butler's hand was a spirit-level demon spirit weapon, which allowed him to persist until now. But even so, the old butler had three more bloody holes on his body that had been pierced by the knight's spear.

Blood gushed out, staining the old butler's black robes. Under the influence of blood and rain, the black robe was completely attached to the emaciated body of the old butler.

Not only did the Wild Lion Mercenary Group completely suppress the old butler with its powerful combat power, but the attacks of the remaining thirty or so people in the group were equally sharp.

Fifteen against more than thirty people, and low ranks against high ranks. It is no small miracle that the Pompey family has been able to support it until now.

Despite the stubborn resistance of the Pompey family guards, at this point in the battle, there were only five people left in the team who could continue to fight, and among them was Colin who was only of the twelfth order.

"Wolf"

The old butler's hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded, and as he spoke, the old butler swept the dagger in front of him like a long sword, and the dark blade-shaped light was like a death scythe, heading straight for Mu Ben.

Mu Ben watched the old butler's full force blow, and did not dare to be careless. But he didn't want to take it hard, because the old assassin in front of him was about to run out of energy, he just had to wait slowly, waiting for the old assassin to run out of energy, so that he could slaughter the enemy in front of him without taking any risk.

But what Mu Ben didn't expect was that the blow swept by the old assassin was to force him back.

After hearing the old butler's shout, Wolf immediately understood what the old butler meant, so he pulled Colin's thick arm and whispered, "Young master, follow me." ”

Colin's hand wielding the knight's spear paused, then excitedly shouted at the old assassin, "Old butler!"

Colin's voice was full of reluctance, and he knew that the old butler was ready to sacrifice himself to win him a chance to escape.

From the day Colin was born, the old butler was arranged by Colin's father to protect him. In the twenty years of prayer, the old butler was arguably the man who had been with Colin the longest.

Colin never knew the old butler's real name, and he had asked the old butler, but the old butler only smiled faintly and did not tell him.

Perhaps in the old butler's mind, as a qualified slave, he should not have things of his own, including names and lives.

"Go"

The old butler didn't look back at Colin again, because he still had to keep an eye on Muben not far away and all the people of the nearby Wild Lion Mercenary Regiment, and only if he stopped them could Colin have a chance of surviving.

Colin heard the old butler's "go", and even if he couldn't see the old butler's face, he could tell from the old butler's voice that the old butler must be smiling kindly, just like he had been for decades.

Wiping away the tears that had been left unconsciously, Colin decisively swept towards the outskirts of the camp with the help of Worf.

"No, stop them. ”

When the old butler said the word "go", Mu Ben immediately noticed that something was wrong, so he immediately commanded his subordinates. As for the Pompey family guards, who wiped out all the Blood Fury mercenary groups, Muben didn't want them to escape at all.

"It's late," the old butler's hoarse and shrill voice was full of pride.

I saw that the old butler suddenly opened his arms, and a black mist suddenly surged around his body. The black mist was even darker than the darkness of the night.

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The Sage Realm of the Silent Sage was activated, and all within ten meters of the old butler were shrouded in the black mist that overflowed from his body, like the cloak of the god of death descending on the world.

The old butler laughed happily, his voice sharp as if he was about to puncture the eardrums of everyone in the Wild Lion Mercenary Regiment.

Then he bowed his head and clasped his hands.

Rumble!

The old butler blew himself up.

He knew that his Sage Domain could only affect a range of ten meters around his body, and the people of the Wild Lion Mercenary Group had already bypassed his domain area and chased him to the same position as him, if he didn't do something, the young master would definitely not be able to run far.

"Young Master, you will definitely be able to become the number one 'Command Scepter' in history. ”

The old butler said silently in his heart.

As the old butler's sea of qi exploded, the thick black mist broke through the ten-meter boundary of the Sage's realm like a shock wave, and spread wildly in all directions. And the members of the Wild Lion Mercenary Regiment, who had already chased to the periphery of the realm, became the first to be shrouded in mist.

"Retreat, retreat, get out of the black mist. ”

Muben cried out in frustration, but as the old butler had told him, it was too late.

The ten members of the Wild Lion Mercenary Regiment, shrouded in black mist, let out a heart-rending cry as soon as they were devoured.

They rubbed their eyes frantically with their hands, but to no avail, only to see blood spilling quickly down the corners of their eyes. And the place where they were hurt was not only their eyes, but also their mouths, noses, and ears at the same time, and a large amount of blood oozed at the same time.

Then the skin began to blister, and then without touching it with their hands, the blisters began to fester, and pus and blood came out of the blisters at the same time.

The black mist filled the space larger and larger until it completely enveloped the entire camp, and by this time Colin and Wolf had mounted their horses and fled nearly a mile away.

Muben withdrew from the camp with the rest of the team, and their mount, the Demon Lion, was all in the black fog in the camp, and it was already impossible to continue to chase after the two who had escaped.

Blowing himself up in the Sage realm, Muben asked himself if he was in the position of the Silent Sage, he couldn't do it anyway.

Death may not be terrible, but if the soul continues to be tortured for several prayers after death, and then cannot return to the arms of God, no one can accept it.

The self-detonation of the realm, the first to react is the self-destructor, and then the soul of the self-destructor will be in the realm, and the power of the counter-devouring will be tortured for at least a few prayer hours, until the soul of the self-destructor completely dissipates between heaven and earth. The stronger the strength, the longer and more unbearable the torture that hurts the soul.

Therefore, for the old butler's practice of self-destructing the Sage Realm, Mu Ben just scolded hatefully.

"Maniac!"