A monster with the head of a lion and the body of a leopard, with a pair of huge wings under its ribs, sat silently away from the battlefield, watching the battle between Crewe and his men. This kind of magical beast, called the Flying Lion, is not uncommon in the mortal world, except for being able to use its wings to glide for short distances, its strength is far from the strongest among many magical beasts, but this Flying Lion seems to be an exception: it is at least three times larger than an ordinary lion, and at least five times larger than its own kind, with fiery red scales covering its entire body, and a pair of blood red' Se's eyes flashed with a breathtaking light, and even though it was just there, all the monsters involved in the attack consciously avoided where it was.

As the leader of this monster army, Leno didn't put too much thought into the outcome of this battle. The team under its command is all low-level magical beasts that have been transformed by their masters with special means, this transformation has given these magical beasts a hundred times more combat power than their own race, but also made them no longer have feelings of pain and fear, they are natural tools of killing, and will never betray, as long as an order, they will not hesitate to tear any enemy apart, in front of them, the destruction of those mages and warriors is only a matter of time.

The only mission of this convoy directly under the Thunder Spirit is to ensure that their owners are not disturbed, and no one in this jungle can command them, except that the old golems, who have been authorized by their masters, have the right to mobilize them three times. With the power bestowed by their master, Leno and his companions led an escort that was invincible in the early days of the Thunderbolt Spirit's conquest of the jungle, and everywhere they went, they were filled with a sea of corpses and blood, and even after years of slumber, they still awe-inspiring all monsters who knew something about the past, and even the demon elephant had to maintain due respect for their might at all times. But only Leno and his companions knew that this power could only be limited to three days - the bodies of those low-level demonic beasts could not withstand the violent power at all, and after three days at most, they would be overwhelmed by this power and turned into a pile of broken flesh and blood. In order to avoid this, they can only hide in a hidden place near the temple and sleep without receiving a call from the horn or the command of their master, and there is no doubt that after this battle, a considerable number of these monsters will be able to move towards this end early due to the overuse of their power.

Leno didn't care about the lives or deaths of his subordinates. They were originally just low-level monsters that could be found everywhere in the jungle, and as the leader of this team, as long as the power bestowed by its master remained, it and its companions could use it to recreate another team of the same kind at any time - from the beginning of the battle, it had been collecting the power emanating from the bodies of those slain monsters - in fact, all the troops in this team came from this except for it and a few companions. This rare thinker in Warcraft had another question in mind at the moment: whether the mages and warriors in front of him, these tenacious and brave people, could become the same beings as his subordinates.

This is not theoretically unachievable. The Flying Lion knows very well that the reason why his master refuses to let those high-level demonic beasts get these powers is precisely to avoid creating too powerful existences, and from this point of view, these humans are undoubtedly more suitable than low-level demonic beasts: they have enough strength, and they will be stronger after transformation, and their physical strength is far inferior to that of demonic beasts, maybe as long as one day, they will explode because they can't suppress the power in their bodies, and they don't have to worry about getting out of control at all, and more importantly, they have intelligence that low-level demonic beasts can't match, which can make them better exert their strength。 Leno believed that with such a group of assistants, his team would be able to easily sweep away some of the forces that refused to obey his master, and that would surely make his master happy.

This idea excited the Flying Lion, who was loyal to the spirit of thunder and lightning, roared in a low voice and spread its wings suddenly, and when the image of it was still in place in people's eyes, Leno had already arrived on the battlefield dozens of meters away from him with the help of his wings. A mage under the protection of the warriors was about to unleash his magic when a huge 'shadow' shadow descended from the sky and threw him to the ground, and at the same time, a thunderous roar came out of Leno's mouth, and the warriors who had found the mage captured and were about to rescue him were suddenly thrown out like straw in the wind.

Leno's blood-red eyes stared coldly at the mage at his feet, the poor guy who had been forcibly interrupted by his magic was already dying at this time, and could only stared blankly at the monster that had killed him, and the life force gradually moved away from his body.

"Just in time," Leno thought. Humanity is strong-willed, and it would be difficult for the Thunderbolt Spirit to control it if it weren't for the severe damage it takes, and now, this dying mage fits the bill perfectly.

"Accept your new powers and new master!" Leno roared, and an invisible stream of air spurted out of its mouth and into the mage's mouth, which then let go of its claws and watched the subject roll on the ground in pain and wail, "You will be given a new life!" The Flying Lion's eyes flashed with a frenzied light, "Salute to the great spirit of thunder and lightning!"

Half a minute later, the mage, who had stopped rolling, rejoined the fray, this time targeting his former companion.

Crewe pressed desperately for the staff, and the magic gem at the head of the staff, which could accelerate the gathering of primal energy, emitted an overloaded light, and if he continued to use it, this precious gem worth enough to buy a small duchy would shatter at any time, but he couldn't care about it anymore. With the addition of the leader, the battle situation was completely tilted on the side of the monsters, more and more mages and warriors fell under the monsters' minions, and then, after being touched by the flying lion, they were resurrected, and turned around and waved the butcher's knife at their companions, this situation not only changed the already disparity in strength, but also seriously hit their morale, and now, he and his only dozen remaining subordinates have been compressed to an area of about ten meters in radius, and the god of death is already beckoning to them.

However, even in this situation, Crewe and his 'squire' samurai did not give up, and despite the great hardships of each step, they stubbornly marched in the direction of the temple, and under the cover of the samurai, Crewe unleashed his magic without hesitation, and fireballs, missiles, acids, and wind blades rained down on the monsters, harvesting their lives. In the eyes of this *** master, a fanaticism comparable to Leno burned like a flame, and the thirst for treasure allowed him to realize his incredible potential. "No one can stop me, all those treasures are mine," he shouted, and a giant python made of flames appeared out of thin air and swept through the monsters around him.