"Quick, quick, get the old cow back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "The shaman hurriedly commanded a group of * corpses, dragged the fallen chief outside the door, and pulled in front of the hellhound, who had only one head left.

The Minotaur broke two axes and used his "madness" ability to greatly increase his strength, and after a thrilling fight, he finally cut off the left and right heads of the three Cerberus with the Aujin axe. One of these two heads can breathe fire, the other can touch freezing gas, and before falling, they have spat at Clark many times, but the orcs in the frenzied state do not feel pain at all, and have been fighting frantically until they have exhausted their strength before falling.

The one-headed dog king was extremely annoyed, and was about to eat the corpse of the minotaur to vent his anger, but a group of corpse warriors silently came to its side and suddenly attacked it. After the giant dog tore apart a few corpses, he found that the old cow's body had been pulled back into the high wall, so angry that it kept roaring and roaring, and suddenly jumped violently, jumped up the tall wall, and pounced fiercely.

The King of Cerberus was greeted by layers of dense gauze holy light, which quickly suppressed most of its ferocious momentum. Enveloped in divine energy that clashes with nature, the tall vicious dog roars in pain, and a hunched body scurries out of the area of light, the only remaining middle head spitting out a cloud of sulfur gas that spews at the priests who chant incantations.

The guardian knight standing at the front held a shield painted with the mantis insignia and emitted a strong light, which immediately dispersed the poisonous gas, and then the silver spear in his right hand stabbed straight into the throat of the giant dog like a long dragon out of water, with a white light.

"Woo-" The Inu King tilted his head slightly, bit the spear full of holy power, and was about to take it with all his strength, but the guardian knight simply let go of his hand, letting it stagger two steps. Before the Cerberus could stand firm, the warriors of the Holy See had already quickly pulled out the long knife at their waists, stepped on it, and slashed it at its neck.

Deep blood marks immediately appeared on the neck of the demon dog, and the painful giant dog was ferocious, and fought back fiercely, biting the knight's right arm with dead force. However, just as it tore off the arm, a gleaming axe slashed from behind, and the last of the dog's head was also chopped off by the Augin.

"Your skills are very good, no wonder you dared to propose a heads-up to the Sprinkle family that day." The newly resurrected minotaur had an even stronger aura on his body, but his eyes showed satisfaction and appreciation.

"The gods teach that no matter how powerful the darkness and evil may be, the Guardian Knight can face it alone and never be afraid." The warrior who had lost his right arm calmly walked back to the priest's team, received a simple treatment from the Divine Technique of Life, picked up his spear again, and returned to his fighting stance.

"Isn't it just a captive, what's cool?" The half-elf rolled his eyes disdainfully.

Grabbing two double-sided axes, the chief kicked the dog's head out of the wall and charged again. The dogs outside saw that the dog king was dead, and their morale suddenly dropped to freezing, and then they saw the minotaur viciously shaking the board axe out of the gate, and hurriedly whined a few times to the boss's head, and then each ran away with their tails between their legs.

"Haha, this is called the lost dog." The shaman smirked.

The Cerberus who had fled to the left had not run for miles, when they suddenly saw a group of little monsters running back screaming, and they happily pounced on them and had a full meal, but they did not think about why these "foods" were willing to run back. They walked for a while, and suddenly found that countless crystal blue snow petals were floating down from the sky, and they immediately corroded large pieces of skin and flesh on their bodies, and some of the demon dogs that rushed to the front quickly left skeletons, and then even the bones slowly melted.

The screaming remnants of the canine beasts ran back at a faster speed, and gathered around the Lord's Mansion, where they met a group of companions who had fled to the right and also ran back, and exchanged words with each other for a while, only to realize that they had encountered something terrible.

The dogs fleeing to the right encountered a large area of strange cyan trees, the canopy branches stretched out like flames, as soon as these demon dogs entered the forest, their bodies suddenly burned, and instantly turned into flying smoke, and the cerberus that did not enter the forest immediately turned around in fright and fled.

"Azurite blizzard?" The necromancer girl who presided over the earth position looked left and right, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Blue Flame Glazed Forest?" The vampire-like boy stopped the golden talisman he was drawing, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, the Ash Realm is not a place where you Demon Lord can do whatever he wants," Xiao Xing, who had countless blisters around him, patted the table excitedly, "There are a lot of old monsters here." ”

"They've driven the Legion of Hell here," Xiao Yu sighed slightly, "Do you want to see Mickett wake up?" ”

"Speed up," Xiao Qing, who was sitting in the room, suddenly opened his eyes, "We must block the dimensional passage before the orc god of war regains consciousness, and we must not let Mickert's soul fall into the hands of any of them." ”

"Eh, why did these lost dogs run back again, aren't they afraid of death?" Oripas's brain was suddenly insufficient, but before he could come up with a reason, the demon dogs in front of the door seemed to have made an appointment, and ran towards the mountain again, apparently planning to escape over the mountain.

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"Click!" The chief man chopped off the head of the last Cerberus, "I really don't know what these dog heads think, they don't run away to the left, they don't run to the right, they run back after going over the mountain, are they in a hurry to reincarnate, so they are all sent to the Sprinkle family to cut off their heads?" ”

The corpses of nearly a thousand demon dogs were piled up outside the door, and the thick smell of blood appeared in the air, and the spirits of the orcs were even more uplifted, and their eyes were full of bloodthirsty impulses. Although the last time the Holy See Legion had more dead, it was attacked by magma trolls, and the corpses were almost burned on the spot, and the scene was not as tragic as it is today.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the tribe began to bury the pot to cook, and sure enough, it was a big stew of dog meat, a large piece of food, and the corners of the mouth were oily when they ate it.

However, only halfway through the bite, a loud barking of dogs suddenly came from outside the wall, which ruined the atmosphere of the good meal in the camp, and the half-elf gnawed on one of his hind legs, and said very angrily, "Do those wild dogs still have the courage to come, it's good, we have dog meat to eat every day." ”

"Shaman, it seems that this time it's not just dogs, but also people." An orc on duty reported.

"How do you know it's going to be human?"

"I saw a lot of shadows walking on two legs."

"Oh, that's normal, we hit the dog, and the owner naturally came out to meet him." Olipas grabbed the dog meat and climbed up the wall, looked at it carefully for a while, then turned his head and asked his human allies, "Horns on the head, sharp teeth in the mouth, claws on the hands, hooves on the feet, and tails on the back...... Do you know what this thing is? ”

"These monsters are supposed to be the horned demons of hell," replied one priest, "they have a certain amount of intelligence, they know how to use weapons, and they can also domesticate and drive low-level monsters to a certain extent."

"Well, well, their big guys almost all have a pair of chain hammers in their hands, and so many spikes cast into such a big piece of iron, it looks like it takes a lot of strength to grab this thing."

After a full meal, the minotaur didn't say a word, and picked up the Aojin axe again to go out. The half-elf stopped it, "Captain, take this shield with you, the things in their hands are too vicious, and it is not pleasant to take a beating." ”

The surface is full of scratches, and the original dragon head pattern has been shattered, looking like a broken shield that is badly damaged, or the trophy that the half-elves picked up from the pile of dead corpses in their mercenary careers - the anti-dragon shield.

The chief nodded, grasped the shield, and returned to the Legion of Hell with a murderous aura. The tall horned demons carried heavy chain hammers, and the shortest of them were similar to the minotaurs, and there were at least a thousand of them, but they couldn't make him have any fear, "Do you have long horns for these things, people are not ghosts, come up together." ”

One of the horned demons pursed his lips and whistled, and a dozen or so Cerberus in front of him swooped in on the minotaur like arrows. Clark raised his shield to block them one by one, and his arm did not tremble slightly, and the force of each Cerberus impact rebounded like an iron wall, so that there were immediately more than a dozen dog corpses in the ground that had their brains shattered due to suicide due to headbanging.

"Kani Maru, Kani Maru!" The horned demon who had just whistled burst out laughing, as if he was very satisfied with the Minotaur's performance, and gently hooked his left index finger at him, as if he wanted to fight alone.

The chief didn't bother to talk to it, so he stepped in front of it in two steps, and picked up the axe and cut it off. The Horned Demon's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise and fear, as if he didn't expect the opponent to swing the axe so fast, the chain hammer in his hand had just been raised to the chest-high position, and it had been cut in half by the Minotaur head-on, and black blood splattered out like a fountain, sprinkling the surrounding Horned Demons.

"Hayat! Otisni! Immediately, there was a small commotion in the Horned Demon group, and several Horned Demons, who were taller than the Minotaur, jumped out with a chain hammer and smashed at the Minotaur at the same time.

Clark quickly swung his Aujin axe, and at the moment when the horned demons had just exerted a force on their shoulders, they had already cut off the arm of an enemy in front of them, and at the same time, they ran forward with all their might, knocking the hapless disabled devil out, and several other chain maces smashed into the open space behind him, sinking deep into the ground. Of course, the horned demons never had a chance to pull out the hammer again, and the Aujin axe slashed through the air, neatly slicing off their heads.

After these two battles, the Minotaur was already completely clear about the weakness of the Horned Demon. These guys are infinitely powerful, so they love to bully weak creatures with heavy weapons, and the long spiked chain hammer swings out, if there is an ordinary soldier on the opposite side, it is a large piece of smashing, which is very refreshing. However, the speed of this chain hammer is not complimentary, and when encountering an opponent of equal strength, the slow frequency of swinging becomes a big flaw.

In his long career as a mercenary, Clark has learned that smashing weapons are very difficult to control, and once they get into a dense melee, it is easy to accidentally injure their companions, and it is not uncommon for users with poor skills to hit their own bodies if they wield them carelessly. After figuring this out, Clark raised the dragon shield diagonally with his left hand to protect most of his body, and played an axe with his right hand, and began to play his favorite game of rushing again.

"Have you ever seen a creature on the ground rushing towards the Horned Demon Legion in Hell!" The priests of the God of Light could scarcely believe their eyes, "Is he the embodiment of a dragon, or a bull head with legendary powers?" ”

The sky has completely darkened, Clark is in the dense team of horned demons axe smashing shields, horns and feet, all kinds of cruel and cruel attack methods are used to the extreme, once relying on the totem blessing of the "Eye of Cooking", seems to have become a proprietary ability, it is easy to see through the weaknesses of the devil's body, when he encounters someone who is about the same size as himself, he wipes his throat and chops his lower abdomen; If you come across someone who is taller than you, you will chop off your toes and smash your knees.

These horned demons are extremely short-tempered, and when they are hot-headed after being hurt, they will smash them with a chain hammer, which will naturally hurt their companions around them, and those demons who were smashed and knocked down by the flying chain hammer for no reason can also control their anger, and they also raise the chain hammer in their hands and wave it indiscriminately, and this time the scene is even more out of control.

Like a stone thrown into the water, the little chaos created by the minotaur quickly spread to the entire team of horned demons, and everywhere there was the sound of hammers flying, screams of wounds, and roars of response. It's no wonder that these horned demons are unlucky, usually as an elite force in hell, at most, they are only dozens or hundreds of people who cooperate with cannon fodder troops to attack ground countries, at that time they are sparsely arranged in threes and twos, and they can naturally kill all sides without interfering with each other. God knows what kind of medicine the Lord Monarch took wrong today, and he gathered thousands of them at once, and rushed over from the spatial passage, and as a result, he suffered such a big loss.

"Jodana, Finsha!" After all, the horned demons are also demons with a certain amount of intelligence, and some guys with quick brains began to remind their companions to spread out and not to concentrate too much. However, on the battlefield that is chaotic and chaotic, most of the horned demons can no longer distinguish which direction is inside and which direction is outside, and the situation of accidental injuries is still expanding.

"These guys kill each other, it's even easier to deal with than Cerberus." The minotaur is strong with an anti-dragon shield, and his own strength is much stronger than that of the horned demon of the same size, and his skills are more sensitive than these clumsy guys, although he was also wiped by the chaotic chain a few times in the chaos, but there was no major problem at all. Later, after slashing to death a horned demon two heads taller than himself, the chief simply picked up its giant chain hammer and swung it in the air, killing his enemies with ferocity and cruelty.

"Hani! Ropeway! A high-pitched shout drowned out all the sounds, followed by the sound of a hammer landing with a "plop, plop, plop". The Horned Demons finally realized that the chain hammer in their hands was a complete burden, not only could they not hurt the enemy, but also caused great accidental damage to their own side, and after throwing away their weapons, they could still beat the minotaur alive with their fists, claws, and overwhelming numerical superiority.

"Hey!" Clarke's hammer killed another unlucky ghost, but several other horned demons seized the chain and took it together. Without hesitation, the Minotaur let go of his hand, drew the Aujin axe from his belt, and slashed at the unarmed enemy without any sympathy.

Suddenly, a huge palm slapped down from above, instantly knocking the minotaur to the head. The fallen chief got up and saw that there were several more huge horned demons in front of him, almost twice his size, taller than the walls of the lord's mansion, and he was glancing down with a very contemptuous gaze.

"Your ancestors, it's great to be big!" Clark cursed under his breath, knowing in his heart that the horned demon was not something he could resist, so he turned left and right, trying to continue to sneak up on their knees, toes, and even the important places between their legs.

But these giant horned demons not only possessed terrifying power, but also moved with agility, and when they saw the minotaurs approaching, they punched and kicked the ground, and the chieftain left some axe wounds on their hands and feet, but only the skin. Suddenly, a giant foot kicked hard from the side, and the minotaur hurriedly blocked it with his dragon shield, but it couldn't counteract the powerful momentum, like a stone being thrown against the high wall behind him, hitting his back painfully, and then slowly sliding down the wall.

"Rohams, Sanintiatva......" There was a large cheer of joy from the horned demons. The half-elf lay on the wall and screamed, "Captain, how are you feeling, do you want to send the stretcher out?" ”

"Your ancestors, it's great to be big!" The minotaur scolded again, held on to the wall, and slowly stood up, "Yiyi, no matter what happens, don't open the door!" ”

"Captain, are you going crazy again?" The dark night of the ash realm is starless and moonless, and he can't see his five fingers, but Olipas can see the battle just now with the help of the spell of the "Night Vision", those giant horned demons are huge, and the disparity in strength with the minotaur is several times greater, even if Clark fights again, it will be thankful that he can tie with one of them, not to mention that there is more than one of them.

Clark shook his head, he had fought with the Cerberus King before, and he was resurrected after dying in his mad form again, and his strength had risen even further, and he still had some illusions that he couldn't control. Now, if you use the frenzied state again, maybe you will overexert force, and your muscles and bones will not be able to withstand the huge force first, and you will be crushed, which will be ridiculous.

"How did those legendary warriors do it when they could use the power equivalent to dozens of times their body weight at every turn?" This Minotaur chief was born with courage, he was able to use five times his body weight in the mercenary group back then, and now he has nearly ten times the ability, but he also deeply understands that his physical strength has reached the limit, and there is no hope of improvement. Those tall horned demons themselves weighed more than five times the weight of the Minotaurs, and as long as they could exert twice their body weight, they could easily outperform their dwarf opponents, which was not a problem at all for the physically strong creatures of Hell.

A long, deep breath began to be heard from under the wall, which, in the eyes of the half-elves, was the most standard so-called "panting like a cow". At some point, a huge bison appeared where the chief had just stood, and the huge head looked at the tallest horned demons with a fierce and provocative gaze, and the drooping tail of the ox was just over the shaman's head, and with a slight swing, he "touched" the wall.

"Dead old cow, you treat me as a fly, and you actually sweep me with your tail!" The half-elf scolded indignantly, but fortunately Platinumfoot turned into a flea foot in time and landed on the ground unharmed.

A high-pitched moo rang out outside the wall, and Oripas felt another strong wind blow over the wall, and at the same time there was a rumbling vibration under his feet, and he almost didn't stand still. When he jumped up the wall again, he saw that the giant bull had already raised its hooves and rushed into the ranks of the horned demons, and the four hooves thicker than the water tank trampled and jumped and jumped, until the devil chickens from hell jumped and fled everywhere. Even the tallest horned demons fell to the upper hand in the battle of strength, and the bison's sharp and thick left horn rushed towards them headlessly, although it was completely disorganized, but it was even more unguardable, making them scramble, and they had to dodge in embarrassment.

"Your ancestors, it's great to be big!" The shaman looked at the horned demons who were already dazed, forgetting the internal conflict between the tribe and the chief just now, and sneered proudly.

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