Seeing that the situation seemed to have stabilized, the half-elf wiped his sweat and walked to the ranks of priests in the rear of the human POW army, wanting to ask how long it was until dawn. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What, it's almost noon! It's still dark outside, huh? Olipas was surprised.

"Lord Shaman, the time will not be wrong, and now the power of our divine magic is gradually increasing, which is a sign that it is close to noon."

The half-elf quickly remembered that the last time the Emperor of Hades arrived, it also caused darkness at noon, "These abominable creatures of hell must not be allowed to rule the world, otherwise there will be only night, and there will be no day, and this day will not be able to live." ”

"That's a good reason, Shaman, be brave enough to fight the devils, and the gods will bless you."

"Kouhu, at noon, it is your believers in the God of Light who can get the most divine blessings, so you should quickly take this opportunity to kill a group of more enemies."

"Shaman, we will fight the demons to the last drop of blood," the priests looked sad, "and it won't be long before the light of my Lord will be with us." ”

"You are truly heroic," the half-elf complimented with joy, and then felt as if a sad determination floated in the air, "Well, how do you sound so sad in tone, isn't this the most powerful time for you?" ”

"But after this time, the dark magic will grow stronger, Shaman, do you think we can hold out until noon tomorrow?"

"That's right," Oripas paused for a moment, and suddenly heard a rumbling in his stomach, and then remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's dinner of dog. And the warriors who were directly involved in the battle also stiffened up without sleep until now, and compared to the shaman who only watched the battle and cast spells in the rear, the physical strength consumed was far superior to him.

"That damn Emperor of Death, didn't he say that he would control the size of the troops!" The half-elf's heart was on fire, "With such a continuous attack, thousands of demon teams are coming, do you want the orc god of war to be resurrected, or do you simply want to destroy us?" ”

"Moreover, we already feel that in the breath of darkness, there is a more powerful demon of hell coming." The priests' words dealt an even heavier blow to the half-elves.

"What is it?" Auripas hurriedly pulled up his platinum feet and looked outside the wall, only to see that beyond the range of red light, in the depths of the dense black air, there were many tall images, which seemed to be some knights riding giant mounts, standing still and looking at the battlefield, as if they were iron statues.

"What is that?" The half-elf gestured with his hands for a long time, and it was not easy to describe what he had just seen in a daze.

"Lord Shaman, it must be the Abyssal Earth Demon Dragon Knight," the priests looked very ugly, "that is already a demon of nobility in hell, and above that is a legendary-level jazz demon." ”

"What is the Abyssal Demon Dragon Knight?"

"They are one of the closest demons to legend, with the blood of the dragon subspecies. This kind of magic dragon specializes in laying double yolk eggs and hatching a pair of brothers, one of whom is smart and can transform into a knight when he grows up, and the other is slow in thinking but has infinite strength, and has always maintained the body of an earth dragon, so he will be a mount. The priests told the shaman, who was shallow in his knowledge, "It is precisely because the Abyss Knight and the mount are brothers that they share the same heart and honor, and they are truly 'man and rider in one' knights, and if the Abyss Knight attacks the Horned Demon Army, it is equivalent to the heavy cavalry of the surface world charging the light infantry, which is a completely one-sided slaughter." ”

"Ah, this kind of double yolk knight is terrible!" When the half-elf heard that it was a creature much more powerful than the horned demon, his heart was half cold.

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The hidden Abyss Knight is not only much stronger than the Horned Demons, but also far more intelligent than them, and in the same dark demonic energy, not only did not become fanatical, but instead had a cold look. Although they believed that they could destroy any enemy of the orc tribe with a single charge, they sensed that there was a smell of holy light in the lord's mansion that they did not like, so they decided to avoid the noon hour and choose a better time. The moment the life force begins to decline and the death force begins to grow, they will officially attack.

The blood warriors of the orc tribe are still firmly guarding the bison, killing countless demons who are not afraid of death, but under the impact of the other party's sacrifice, their number is gradually decreasing, and when the half-elves come to observe the situation here, the bloody warriors are less than a hundred.

A painful moo sounded slowly, startling Olipas, "This old cow didn't die, but just passed out, no wonder he couldn't be resurrected just now." ”

In the light of the burning blood, the wounds on the giant bull's body were now completely healed, and it struggled to shake its hooves to get up from the ground. The half-elf couldn't help but think, if the chief could also become a blood warrior, how incredibly powerful would the lethality of a huge blood cow be?

But Clark was never able to stand up because his soul could not control his body.

Previously, after being defeated by the combined efforts of the horned demons, the consciousness of the beastly giant bull gradually faded, and the awake souls that emerged were haunted by the darkness and death, and were forcibly imprisoned in the body, and once had a tendency to become necromantic creatures. Later, the half-elf controlled the red light to shine through, and the blood light of the totem immediately ignited the blood in the giant bull's body, trying to turn it into a blood warrior. Lying on the ground, Clark was half-alive and half-dead, clearly feeling that his wounds were gradually healing, and the power in his body was increasing, but for some reason, he just couldn't use this power.

Retaining the keen perception of the "Words of Kuding", when the aura of death wrapped around his body, the chief experienced the pain of changing the essence of life, and the bloody red light shone back, and the duke tasted the burning scorching brilliance of life. These two changes are the transformation of the original attributes of every muscle and every inch of bone in the body, and the original struggle for control, although they are both infinitely painful processes, but Clark gradually began to feel a higher control of the body.

The opening of this kind of mind is neither a mastery of knowledge nor a comprehension of any realm, as if the originally ignorant spiritual consciousness is suddenly revived. It is as if the blind finally saw the light and said goodbye to the darkness; It was as if the deaf had finally heard the voice, and the silence had been said ever since.

The number of Blood Warriors grew thinner and smaller, and gradually began to be divided and surrounded, and the battle situation became more unfavorable to them. Some of the horned demons who rushed into the red light couldn't intervene, and when they saw the giant bull lying on the ground still panting, they danced the chain hammer in their hands again without thinking and smashed it down.

"Boom"! The heavy spiked hammerball seemed to hit an iron plate, shaking the horned demons' hands numb, and even the spikes on the hammer ball were completely smoothed. And the original huge bison body, under the continuous smashing, turned out to be like a sugar cube soaked in water, constantly shrinking.

There was a shaking of the ground, and the half-elf nearly fell off the wall. At two o'clock in the afternoon, although the sky was still dark, the demons could know that the sun's brightest hour had begun to fade, and two hundred abyss knights with fifteen-foot giant spears in their hands gently slapped the earth demon dragon brothers under them, offering the magnificent charge of the hell nobles to the orc tribe.

The Demon Dragoon, which weighed 5,000 catties, galloped as fast as a galloping horse, and the power of the charge was more fierce than that of the slow-advancing siege vehicle. Even, this kind of impact purely launched by its own weight, without relying on the support of demonic energy, will not be weakened by the red light, the first fifty horsemen rushed to the front wall of the lord's mansion, the strength of the collection is enough to open the mountain and drain the sea, and immediately crash the tall and solid white black rock wall!

The next two rows of Abyssal Knights seemed to have anticipated this outcome, and as soon as the wall collapsed, they had already passed through the gap between their companions in the front row, and began to trample and kill the human captives inside the wall.

The other fifty Abyssal Knights were targeted, but the few remaining blood warriors, and when they galloped to their side, the spear was gently picked out, and it was an orc who was pierced to the tip of the spear.

"Yawn! Yawn! The half-elf saw the opportunity quickly, and when the Abyssal Knight began to charge, he jumped down from the wall and ducked to the side, and the fallen wall splattered with dust, choking him to sneeze. Next, he relied on his own grasshopper legs, jumping back and forth to dodge, and the huge hell cavalry that rushed in was a little headache for this little guy jumping around, so he simply ignored him and killed all the humans first.

"The situation is very wrong, the destruction of the country and the death of the family are a foregone conclusion, it is better to withdraw as soon as possible." Thinking of this, Olipas immediately slipped into his tent, stuffed a package haphazardly, and put it on his back, "I have platinum feet, running away is not a problem, well, this is called strategic shift." ”

At this time, the last blood warrior was strung into a sugar gourd by the Abyss Knight, swinging high at the head of the spear, like a blood-colored battle flag, and the chieftain who had recovered to the body of a minotaur was still lying on the ground, and most of the blood spilled fell on his face.

Covered in blood, Clark slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of crimson pupils.

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