"Kill, kill, kill!" Du Xian roared, and the ghosts at the entrance kept pouring in, and at this time, more and more ghosts entered the prison of no regrets from the prison of no defense, and about one-tenth of the ghosts had poured into the prison of no regrets. However, these are already the limit, the battle array of ghosts is already full, and if any ghosts come in, it will not work, it can only affect the actions of ghosts on their side.

Moreover, the torture instruments obtained from the defenseless prison are basically brought in by these ghosts, and the ghosts behind them only have wooden weapons in their hands, and their lethality is limited, especially against trolls with rough skin and thick flesh, and it is estimated that the role they can play is very limited. When the trolls died, only a few of the weapons they dropped remained, and the rest were all with the trolls, turning into a cloud of black mist and dissipating, leaving only a disgusting green liquid underground.

Looking at the army of trolls who were being forced to retreat in front of him, as well as the smoke rising in the distance, Yang Ping knew that Du Xian had already begun to plan to encircle him. But here, hey!

Yang Ping was helpless, it seemed that this time he could only fight. However, at this time, a ghost returned from the prison of no regrets behind Yang Ping.

Finally, the troll army in front couldn't resist and began to retreat, and the leader of the troll army had already ordered to retreat a certain distance in batches, regroup, and then continue to fight.

Although the number of ghosts entering the Prison of No Regrets is almost several times the number of trolls, the trolls are still fearless, and when these ghosts' tricks are finished, their end will come.

However, when the two troll leaders in the front row desperately retreated to the back row, when they found the several layers of ghosts in the rear, their hearts suddenly became uneasy, and the ghosts in the two rows closest to the trolls were still wearing filial piety clothes, and the rear ones had been taken off and held in their hands. Some of the ghosts had begun to smoke in their hands, and the thing that was smoking was almost identical to what the army of ghosts in the front row used.

"Kill! Those in the rear are not ghosts, they are ghosts in disguise!" shouted the troll leader.

However, it was already a little late, and the smoking chain balls had already been thrown at the army of trolls, and the chain balls had just hit the ground, billowing smoke rising, and the ghosts in the back row began a new round of throwing. The first two rows of ghosts were no longer hiding, and they tore off their filial clothes and rushed forward, throwing them into the trolls, and then immediately retreated, while a row of ghosts in the back threw torches.

"Kill!" Yang Ping gave the order, and the ghosts screamed one by one, showing a variety of weapons, and beckoned to the troll who ran out of the smoke and still rubbed his eyes.

"Pause the chain ball, wait for the next wave to throw it!" Yang Ping ordered, only let the ghosts harvest, but not let the ghosts rush forward.

At this time, Yang Ping was very happy in his heart, and when he finished this battle, he must thank Wu Qiuyan well, so it is still a woman who is careful.

Wu Qiuyan came over with herself, originally she brought a few people, she went into the prison without regrets to investigate the situation, if there were no guards, then save the people inside, and those who had combat power would gather and kill a horse pistol. When Wu Qiuyan found a place to be burned at the stake, he thought that Yang Ping needed tinder here, and was worried that something would happen to the archer, so he arranged for a ghost to bring fire to him.

If Wu Qiuyan was next to him now, he would definitely hug her and kiss her, Yang Ping thought so.

"Retreat!" Although he was full of thoughts in his heart, Du Xian explained his playing style, but he did not forget it, and hurriedly ordered.

Finally, the trolls in the back row broke through with the ferocious combat power of the individual, and rushed out more than twenty meters in one go. When the trolls rushed out, they saw that the ghosts behind them had retreated farther than them. Don't fight?, the troll wondered, but he wouldn't show mercy.

The trolls who had already rushed out, waving the weapons in their hands, thought of the group of ghosts rushing over, and in the smoke behind them, more and more trolls rushed out.

"Ignition!" Yang Ping roared.

In the frightened eyes of the trolls in front of them, several torches were thrown to the ground, and in an instant, the ground where the trolls were located burned up.

On the ground, there are horizontal and vertical woods, and invisible wine, which was brought out by a group of ghosts from the Prison of No Difficulty, and was originally intended to be used to deal with the ghosts, but I didn't expect it to be used at all, and I didn't expect it to come in handy here.

The trolls wailed in the fire, running forward. The trolls who were close to the edge of the fire rushed out of the fire in a few steps, fought with the ghosts, and finally lost their lives, while the trolls who had just entered the fire retreated timidly, but were immediately knocked back by the trolls who rushed out of the smoke.

The trolls who were squeezed into the fire had no choice but to desperately rush towards the group of ghosts, but most of them were already out of combat power after rushing out, and the group of ghosts needed to be responsible for making up for a few knives. Only some powerful troll leaders still retained some combat power and fought with the ghosts.

Unlike Yang Ping's coziness here, Du Xian is already red-eyed here. Although the trolls were killed and retreated, the ghosts also suffered a lot. In this case, some troll leaders can still spell out more than a dozen ghosts on their side.

Looking at the trolls who were retreating faster and faster, Du Xian didn't have much joy in his heart, because he felt that the trolls might have regrouped in the rear, and Yang Ping might have all died there.

When a person dies and becomes a ghost, what does a ghost become when he dies?

The pile of dirt has covered the field in front of the entrance, this is the corpse of the ghost, what about the soul of the ghost, has it dissipated? Du Xian also rushed up, although as a military advisor, he should sit in the rear and command the battle, but at this time Du Xian can no longer control himself, and if he doesn't rush up and enrich himself with battle, Du Xian is afraid that he will go crazy.

Finally, the smoke has dissipated and the fire in the fire has been extinguished.

All that was left was dirt, green sap, scattered trolls, and two sets of ghosts.

Du Xian smiled, because he could already see Yang Ping and the people in front of him, they were still there, and the traces of scorching in the ground also showed that the original plan had been realized one by one, although he didn't know where Yang Ping got the fire, but it didn't matter.

Du Xian looked back at the hundreds of meters of the difficult rush, and his heart was full of joy and sorrow, with mixed tastes.

Yang Ping had also seen the army of ghosts coming from the opposite side, and his heart was even more determined, if he continued to fight, he was afraid that these ghosts would be hanging.

"Brothers, work hard, don't let a troll go!" Yang Ping roared.

The group of ghosts is also highly motivated, and they surround the trolls who want to escape, even if the individual trolls are strong, but they are quickly drowned in the sea of ghosts.

"We've won!" Du Xian roared, then lost all his strength and sat down beside a cloud of dirt.

"We have won, we have won!" the shouts immediately rang out, and the sound was heard everywhere.

Listening to the shouts like a wave, Yang Ping also sat down and scolded softly, but thinking that Wu Qiuyan often said that he was too rough, he swallowed the next scolding sentence back.

Soon, most of the ghosts in the Prison of No Regrets also rushed into the Prison of No Regrets, and they had to replace these ghost brothers who had already rushed to continue the task of rescuing the ghosts in the Prison of No Regrets.

The cry for victory continued until it came to an abrupt end.

Du Xian and Yang Ping stood up almost at the same time, looking around suspiciously, in front of them, a black, neat army of trolls was rushing here, looking at the number, it was definitely not less than the wave that had just been fighting.

And because Yang Ping was closer, he could see more clearly, in the hands of the trolls leading the army in front of him, there were still two ghosts, and the hat on the ghost's head had been torn off. Although he couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, Yang Ping could already guess in his heart that one of them was Wu Qiuyan.

Yang Ping couldn't wait to rush over immediately and fight to the death with the trolls, but the big battle had already consumed too much strength, and with the laxity of Fang Cai, it was already difficult to bring up the strength again.

Du Xian gave an order, and the ghosts in front immediately transported all the ghosts that were paralyzed on the ground backwards, and the new ghosts took over the weapons and pushed them in front.

Du Xian walked slowly to the front, among the ghosts, although there were not a few soldiers who had fought in his life, there were not many who could really observe the war like him.

On his side, he only used one-tenth of his troops to destroy a group of trolls, and the battle damage was not too high, but it was a strange victory. And now in the face of another wave of trolls with a considerable number, after there are no fireworks and no ambushes, what are you going to do to fight them?

As he walked, looking at the piles of dirt around him, Du Xian felt that his heart had long been gone, and he was dripping blood.