Infinite darkness poured out of the void, swallowing the night little by little. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the dark, not seeing anything is the most normal thing. But in the lord's mansion, whether it was orcs or humans, they all suddenly shivered, and they clearly understood a feeling in their hearts that they could not see their surroundings now, and it had nothing to do with the night at all.

Because, this is the taste of darkness.

hatred, anger, fear, decay, depravity, distortion, mutation...... All kinds of vicious aura filled the heavens and the earth, and the non-hellish creatures not only fell into the dilemma of being blind, but even their own strength was greatly suppressed by this environment.

And in this darkness, the horned demons ushered in their light, the strength of these monsters was several times more fierce than the original, they picked up the chain hammer thrown to the ground, and smashed it fiercely into the huge body of the bison.

The hundreds of horned demons who were not by the side of the giant bull began to organize an attack on the lord's mansion again, and the hellhounds they carried were nourished by the black demon qi, and their bodies swelled sharply, and it was no longer difficult to jump on the wall, and some of the soldiers guarding were easily torn to pieces without even noticing.

In the midst of this darkness, the horned devils even possessed simple spell casting abilities, and one after another "black death arrows" shot into the wall, coldly taking away one life after another.

A faint white light rose in the darkness, looking like a dim light in the wilderness, and the guardian knights led the paladins and warriors captive, guarding the priest team and fighting bravely against the demon dogs, but all of their fighting skills could not even be used halfway, and in front of the vicious dog's mouth and claws, they had almost only the power to parry.

As soon as darkness fell, the half-elf's "eye of night vision" immediately failed, and he forgot to react in a daze, until he heard the screams of the orcs in his ears, and he remembered his duty.

"It was originally going to be attacked by the captain at night, but now it has become a night attack by others?" The shaman cursed in his heart, and the platinum foot propped up on the wall, turned into the long legs of a heron, leaped under the totem pole, and began to pray silently.

"Bang!" Several clever Cerberus had already opened the door from the inside, and the tall horned demon wielding a chain hammer strode in, and as soon as the spiked hammer ball was thrown, the head of one of the hapless subjects bloomed.

On the battlefield like hell, the only unaffected combat power in the lord's mansion was the remaining dozens of * corpses. They are also at home in the dark demonic energy, they don't know fear, they don't know pain, they just silently form the most suitable battle formation, and give full play to the most powerful attack ability in their lives, killing one enemy after another with cold and precision, even if they cut off their hands and feet, cut holes in their chests, and drop their heads, they can stab the last sword, detain the last crossbow, and pull at least one hellish creature on their backs without being affected.

But the number of these murderous corpses is limited, in front of the endless army of Cerberus and Horned Demons, it is like a small pile of reefs in the monstrous waves, standing tall for a while, and finally being shattered by the more powerful water that has accumulated.

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At least the priests in the captives were blessed with holy light, and the orcs were helpless in the terrifying darkness and unable to see the enemy. Filled with despair, they suddenly found that their bodies were full of blood at some point, as if they had just climbed up from the pool of blood, and even the violent smell of blood was so fresh and tangy.

Wait, this is the Ash Realm, since they came here, whether they kill or are killed, all they see is nothing more than dark gray blood, where does this dazzlingly thick red blood come from?

"O my descendants, you are glorious warriors with burning blood, never afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice! On the battlefield, you have only one goal, and that is to make the enemy bleed more blood than yours! From the totem pole, a rough and majestic voice suddenly came, and then fell silent again.

In the Lord's Mansion, the red light emitted by the pillar that was usually used by shamans as a large candle had never been so thick as it was now, so thick that it was even like blood, and even the air exuded a mushy killing smell.

All the orc soldiers felt that their bodies were filled with courage and strength far greater than before, and the anger of the enemy and the desire to kill occupied an overwhelming advantage in their minds. And the slimy bloody red light also filled the entire lord's mansion in an instant, but the combat power of the hell monster was suddenly like a deflated ball, and it was dismembered by the crazy blood-colored beast soldiers.

"Did Mickett wake up for the time being?"

"It seems that the strong killing intent on the battlefield has begun to excite the orc god of war."

"What is burning blood?"

"This is the last resort of the orc tribe to defend their homeland, it has long been lost, it is to pray to the gods to become a blood warrior, sharply ignite the essential power in life, and burst out with powerful fighting spirit and combat power, which is more violent than the madness effect,"

"Yes, before exhausting the life energy and falling, it can indeed make the enemy shed ten times as much blood."

Inside and outside the walls of the Lord's Palace, a wonderful balance was formed: a bloody red light appeared inside the walls, and the orc soldiers were murderous; Outside the walls, there was a dark demonic aura, and the creatures of hell were menacing. No matter which side enters the opponent's territory, the ability will be greatly reduced, so the most appropriate tactic is to retreat a little, lure the opponent into their advantageous territory, and then torture and kill. It's a pity that at this time, both sides almost lost their minds, and only knew that they were desperately rushing forward to kill, and they were never willing to take a step back, so on the dividing line of the gate and the wall, an evenly matched strangulation was formed.

The number of blood warriors did not hold all the lines, and in some of the empty walls, Cerberus and Horned Demon still jumped in. The captive army, which was composed of the main force of the Holy See, took the initiative to fill the gap in this regard, although their Holy Light Blessing Technique was only half effective under the interference of the bloody red light, but the red light also dispelled the dark demonic energy for them, but the hellish army that fell into the blood light had no demonic energy to cheer up, and under the elimination of the other, it was no longer able to compete with the clergy who had mastered the vitality of the force.

"This, this ......" The shaman saw that the tribal warriors did not know how to use the rules to take advantage of the rules, and his heart was really distressed, and suddenly he had an idea, and continued the prayer ceremony, slightly expanding the range of the red light, and the hellish creatures that were directly fighting with the orcs were suddenly covered in the red light, and their strength was greatly weakened, and they were quickly cut into pieces by the blood warriors.

"Good way," Oripas rejoiced, seeing that the new dividing line had once again formed a balance of battle, and once again prayed to his ancestors for blessings, so the red-shrouded area was enlarged again, and the blood warriors once again slew a group of enemies and charged forward.

However, after repeating it a few times, the range of the blood-red light seemed to expand to the end, and it could no longer extend outward. The half-elf frowned, and came up with a way, although the size of the blood light zone could no longer be changed, it could also move the shrouded area. So the red light emitted by the totem matched the pace of the blood warriors, and slowly moved forward, brushing away the enemy's arrogance for them first.

For the POW army on the other side, it was the red light that kept retreating. Of course, they are not fools, knowing that they retreat at the same time as the totem light, and still leave a buffered red light band for the infernal creatures who rush into the lord's mansion.

As the results of the blood warriors' frenzied killing continued to grow, Oripas felt that the red light was getting stronger and stronger, and the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure on his body suddenly seemed to be like a substance, and even some thoughts in his head couldn't help but heat up.

"I'm a mage, I'm a minor, I'm weak, I'm sloppy in martial arts, I've saved a lot of money, I want to live safely......" The half-elf constantly hypnotized himself, desperately suppressing the restless desire to go to the battlefield in his heart.

Finally, the shaman-guided red light moved to the place where the minotaur had fallen. Through the thick red light, the half-elf could clearly see that the bison's huge body was lying on the ground, and its body was covered with terrible scars from the spiked hammer, and a pair of huge bull's eyes were still round, but the dim pupils were no longer lifeless.

"Could it be that the legendary death is not blind?" Auripas muttered to himself, and recited the prayer of rebirth, "Great ancestors, gods of old, please let your faithful children return to the bosom of the vast earth, once again carry the banner, blow the trumpet again, take up arms again, and put on the robe again......"

However, this resurrection ritual did not show any reaction in the bison. The only mage of the tribe rolled his eyelids, repeated the incantation a few more times, and when he saw that there was still no movement, he couldn't help but shout angrily, "Your ancestors, discriminate against the big body!" ”

The Blood Warriors did not continue to advance the battle line, but instead gathered around the body of the bull, as if intending to protect the body of the chief. The infernal creatures that rushed over were clearly no match for the tribal warriors in the red light, and fell one after another.

The sky, there is not a single sign of brightening.

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