Just as Holtz and the slime workers were doing good deeds in the cliff hill, the Northland coalition led by Fischer and Captain Gero also passed through the rumored and dangerous Griffon Mountains after nearly half a day's rapid march, and came to the rumored cliff hill.

Looking at the narrow and rugged valley in front of him and the steep and high desolate terrain around him, Captain Gero frowned and looked at Fischer and asked:

"Most of the Luskan people have already fortified here, how to fight?"

This is also a question in the minds of the vast majority of people at this moment.

No one felt that the cliff hill could not be defeated, their military goal was directly aimed at Luskan, and with the unprecedented elite army of the entire Northland, the cliff hill was just a troublesome obstacle, how to quickly pass through here with the least cost was the problem.

The Silvermoon Federation had also thought of a lot of tactics beforehand, but since Zelandia's side had already acted in advance, it was natural to want to see how the allies had achieved first.

Even if the strategy fails, they are able to remedy it in time.

"We already informed Holtz when we came, and we must have been preparing, so wait...... Not... It seems that there is no need to wait..."

Fei She also stared at the hill in front of him, with a look of confusion, as if he was a little embarrassed, and then suddenly widened his eyes.

The others followed Fischer's gaze and saw suddenly an ogre with his hands crossed over his chest, fleeing from the cave with a confused and panicked face, as if something terrible was chasing him behind him.

(Catch him!don't let him run!)"

Immediately, they were knocked to the ground by several red-eyed and roaring frost-blooded orcs, and they shook each other like green caterpillars, rolling into a ball.

The ogre, who bore the brunt of the attack, let out a terrible howl, but soon it was as if something had choked him.

Except for the expectation that Fisher's face was a little strange, everyone else was dumbfounded.

"He, he, he, what are they doing!"

The Priestess of the Moon, Tina Garrod, looked like she was devastated and quickly turned her face away, as if if she would be blind if she looked any further.

On the contrary, the legendary female dwarf next to her seems to have been opened to a new world, and she can't take her eyes off it.

Only Silver Wing's constipated expression as if he had been fed, as if he was a wooden man motionless.

But looking at the clenched fists, I'm afraid I want to cut off Levi's heart!

"Damn Levi, what the hell have you done!Our Metal Dragon's Reputation! I'm afraid it's going to be over!'

Just as everyone looked at this cross-racial friendship picture in amazement, they saw more monsters chasing each other and wrestling together rushing out of the caves in those complex mountains.

A desperate Luskan was even seen lifted by a hill giant like a child, piercing through the towering spear, letting out a desperate howl and cry for help.

For a while, it seemed that the entire cliff hill was ruled by such a strange and spicy painting style.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Captain Gero, couldn't help but look at Fischer, who was forced to calm down:

"It's... That's your plan?"

"It's a little different from what I imagined, but the whole cliff hill is in chaos, get ready for battle!"

Seeing that the sound of the sound resounding over the cliff hill was showing signs of losing control, Fischer quickly drew a line with Holtz, and did not admit that he knew about it.

Otherwise, in the future, his reputation as a red-robed mage Fisher in the Northland will be completely finished!

"All the troops are attacking!"

Knight Captain Jairo also knew that he couldn't sit idly by and watch the fighter pass, so he drew his sword and let out a battle cry.

For a time, the torrent of rolling steel poured into the cliff hill.

......

"Damn gnolls, we've given you a chance to choose your life again!

Marshal Kuth, who was on the defense mission of the cliff hill, looked at the guy who broke into the door with a group of gnolls, and only felt that his trust and wisdom had been doubly humiliated.

I didn't expect that I would be planted under this kind of means.

Almost as soon as he noticed something unusual, the well-informed Marshal Kuth knew what he was doing.

"How is it? Compared to the pig feed you fed, the energy potion we prepared for us is not only genuine, but also specially purified. As for betrayal, where do we start? I have never been a jackal of a cliff. ”

Holtz showed a mouthful of white teeth on his face, with a victor's smile, and full of the thrill of 'revenge'.

Then the originally thin and shriveled body suddenly swelled up, and suddenly turned into a silver giant wolf with a towering figure.

It's just that in order to blend into the cliff hill, he didn't carry that gorgeous set of plate armor and weapons, and the rusty and notched battle axe in his hand looked a little stretched.

Bah!

Holtz, who had eaten pig feed for three days, swore that even if Luskan was occupied in the future, he Hotz would never eat a bite of Luskan's food, it was simply not for people!

"Fack!"

Marshal Kuth didn't want to bother with words anymore.

The identity of the giant beast in front of him has been revealed, it is none other than the Jackal Commander of the Northlands with titles such as Silver Fenrir and Silver Moon Wolf, Holz Riemanruth.

He thought that those self-proclaimed righteous Northland coalition forces might secretly do something, but he never thought that it was this person who came, and at the same time, he still couldn't help but slander this group of Northlanders.

Yes, it's actually an energy potion!

Almost every Luskan nobleman is familiar with it, they have been working with the drow elves of the Dark Lands to smuggle this potion for hundreds of years, and they are also one of the biggest beneficiaries of this gray industry.

On the battlefield of Corell, it is almost impossible to defeat the opponent by poisoning.

They are tested for poison before eating, and even military mages are able to determine whether food is poisonous or not through vague divination.

But... That's all.

Strictly speaking, the Energy Potion is not a poison, but a buff potion.

Some spellcasters, such as Warlocks and Arcanists, even use it as a relatively inexpensive little blue bottle.

It's just that the side effects of this buff potion are some... It's just a pleasure to hear.

Its material composition stimulates the secretion of certain glands in the organism, amplifies the feedback of the body's senses to external stimuli, and at the same time has a certain hallucinogenic effect.

The drows of Gerthorne took advantage of this, and in the past years, they all lived a life of drunken and dreamy sex, and even tried to improve the ingredients to increase the side effects of this potion in order to pursue the ultimate experience.

On the road of pursuing sensory stimulation, I am afraid that in the entire Corell, there are few races that can race against these little black skins.

And the batch of energy potions brought by Holtz was smuggled and purchased from Gerthorne, and the price was only to let Fischer return to his hometown.

Hotz believed that his old fellow was quite willing.

He also thought that after this battle, he would recommend their female gnolls to his old buddies, and although the food was terrible, he was surprised to find that there were many jackals here.

In an instant, Holtz realized that the time had finally come for their Jackals in Zelandia to grow stronger.

It's just that before realizing it, the look in the eyes of the guy in front of him made him a little unhappy, and he immediately grinned:

"Looks like you're going to want to kill me? ”

The Marshal Luskan laughed at the wolf's wild words:

"It's really arrogant, a monster who doesn't even know what the legendary destiny is, and wants to fight my Kuth's idea. ”

The corners of his mouth sank slightly: "Don't think I don't know what you want to do, it's nothing more than dragging me back, waiting for the arrival of Tina Garod and Adohede, but... Do you really think you're going to be able to make it to that point? So, I really don't understand whether you really have the courage or are you really stupid. ”

"Hmm... I don't think I've really thought about it, but if you don't try it, how do you know?"

The upright Holtz looked at Marshal Luskan who was beginning to accumulate anger in front of him, feeling the feeling of oppression in the dark, squinting his eyes slightly, raising his axe, bending his knees slightly, and being on guard.

He hadn't really thought much about how to advance to Legendary, he only knew that since Zelandia had slowly become more peaceful and stable, his strength had improved more slowly.

If it weren't for the transformation of the extreme warrior, the master's bloodline bestowing ceremony greatly elevated his originally mediocre talent, and I am afraid that he would still be a thirteenth or fourteenth level gnoll warrior by now.

However, looking back on the past, the scene he remembered the most was when he was an overseer under the Black Dragon Khangvian, facing the scene when he disguised himself as a red dragon and faced the siege of hundreds of their clansmen and thousands of goblins.

At that time, he was just a level 9 gnolll warrior who had not yet touched the threshold of the high rank.

The moment when you face your master, it's the real despair.

What was going on in his head at that time? Maybe it was for his own people to be spared the punishment of the Black Dragon Kang Gevian, and for the faint responsibility on his shoulders.

So he chose to live to die, waving the flail in his hand and striding towards the almost invincible behemoth.

Although he fainted in the next second, he didn't even know how he was defeated.

But when he was choked by a mouthful of slime excrement covered in wounds, he found that he had quietly crossed the threshold.

But since then, he has felt more and more that he can't keep up with the growth of his master...

One of the feelings is particularly strong, that is, in the underground tunnel leading to Gerthorne, when he met the spider drow, he and Tiger couldn't help at all, and they were almost killed in seconds.

Later, the master went to the dangerous Nether magic ship, and as the master's chief guard, he was not even qualified to step in.

And every time he woke up with the master, the oppression and trembling from his soul made him indescribable.

The thought of the past makes Holtz feel inexplicably anxious.

He didn't have the wisdom of Iger, nor the creative powers of Tiger, nor the strange psionic powers of Calvin, nor the terrifying talents of His Highness Alley.

Heholtz, the gnoll leader of Zeellandia, also wants to be strong and become a right-hand man that his master can rely on, not a watchdog that anyone can do.

Thinking of this, he took the wine bag he had received from a Luskan officer from his waist and poured it into his mouth, poured the rest on his head, shook his head and snorted, and slashed at the head of the legendary warrior from Luskan with red eyes and the rusty battle axe in his hand.

Looking at the gnoll warriors rushing towards him, Marshal Kuth suddenly laughed, pulled out his broadsword from the ground, slashed it in a semicircle in the air, and slashed at Holtz.

Boom!

The moment the two axes and swords touched, the Luskan and the monsters who were originally in an indescribable movement in the cave trembled at the same time, and the terrible loud sound like the sound of earth thunder made the eardrums of the nearest crowd overflow with blood, and they fainted on the spot.

The people in the distance felt as if their perspective was flying farther and farther, until the next moment, they suddenly realized that they had been blown away by the terrible impact that sounded like the explosion of alchemical dynamite, and they couldn't help but roll in an extremely indecent posture.

On the originally flat ground in the cave, the stony ground under the feet of the two of them immediately cracked like a spider web, and countless stone chips were thrown and disintegrated in all directions.

Above, there were rocks that were shaken and smashed down, but they bounced off as if they had hit an invisible force field.

Holtz's silver hair was all blowing backwards, his face burst out with dragon-like green tendons, and his mouth and nose were overflowing with two lines of blood because of the sudden impact of far exceeding the load, but his eyes were staring at his opponent with an unprecedented fanatical look.

Finally, there is no longer helplessness.

And Marshal Kuth, who was still with a playful expression, his face became more and more serious, the corners of his mouth continued to droop, and the lines around his eyes were as sharp as knives.

He found that he seemed to be underestimating the gnoll.

However, there is still an insurmountable gap in the strength between the two.

All of this happened in a split second.

The next moment, the taller Holtz, whose body was even more majestic, showed his declining figure first, and couldn't help but retreat.

Kuth let out a roar of rage, picked up his broadsword and slashed at Holtz like iron, making a ping-pong sound, and Holtz seemed to have only the power to parry, and even the axe in his hand was completely deformed.

Ping!

Poof.

The shoddy weapon finally cracked, and the entire axe spun into the stone wall.

The whole picture is frozen.

I saw the originally tall Holtz kneeling on one knee, and the stone surface under his knee was completely shattered, and bright red blood dripped, dyeing his silver hair red.

A huge broadsword was placed on his shoulder, and a third of it had been cut in, and then it was tightly pulled in the palm of his hand by two wolf claws, as if he was holding the giant sword with both hands.

At the critical moment, if it weren't for the dragon scales like silver metal growing on his shoulders, this sword would have split his whole body in half.

Kuth took a deep breath and said, "I'll admit to underestimating you, Holz Riemanruth, you're a respectable opponent, but... That's it. ”

"Really—" Holtz's chest slowly lifted his head like a broken bellows, grinning at the corners of his fang-covered mouth.