He could only cope with it, and he couldn't even block a dozen swords, and he couldn't even fight back. Fortunately, the long sword in his hand was relatively strong, and it had resisted so many powerful attacks, and it had not broken yet.

However, because his advance was halted, the troops behind him had already begun to disperse.

As a commander, he also knew that he could not stay here for long, because if his troops fled, he himself would be surrounded by the enemy.

So he could only retreat helplessly, widening the distance between the two sides, and barely got a chance to breathe.

"Don't want to run away! I'm going to eradicate you traitors for the origin of magic! Seeing that his opponent was about to run, the demon officer shouted, bullied forward, and used an even more fierce attack to retain the demon officer of the servant army who wanted to retreat.

Obviously, this even more powerful demonic recalcitrant had no intention of letting the demonic officers of the servant army escape.

As a last resort, the demon officer of the already weaker servant army could only fight, and he waved the long sword in his hand, barely blocking the blade that slashed at his body.

"Tremble! Fear it! You traitor! Shame on the demons! The mighty demon seemed to have a winning hand, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

Just then, a volley of tracer bullets swept in, knocking down several demons in the distance who were chasing down the servants.

The sudden attack made everyone stunned slightly, and then the demons of the servant army saw that their reinforcements had passed them.

The regular army of the Irlanhill Empire appeared on the battlefield, and with a devastating momentum, they pressed the recalcitrant demons to the ground and rubbed them.

The heavy machine guns on the tank were constantly strafing, reaping the lives of the demons who were chasing the servants.

The battle line, which was originally very stale, immediately became distinct. The routed demon minions continued to retreat, but the pursuing demon forces stopped their own advance.

Their front was disrupted by the tank guns of the Irlanhill Empire, and the formation that had been organized with great difficulty was also destroyed by shells fired by 155 mm howitzers.

Once again, the battle on the battlefield was reversed, and the already defeated forces of Ellan Hill stabilized their position, allowing their own scattered troops to easily stop the counterattack of the demonic recalcitrant ones.

……

"You can't call it a demon anymore, so you can't distinguish between the demon accepted by the Orchid Hill Empire and the demon controlled by the magic source." The meeting wasn't over yet, and Chris suggested to Aresia.

If the demons who surrender are still called demons, then it is difficult to distinguish between those demons who are unwilling to surrender.

Moreover, the word demon, the word itself represents a history that is not loved by the people of the Magic Continent. The preservation of this name makes little sense except to exacerbate the contradictions.

Aresia also felt that if the demons surrendered, they could not distinguish them from those who did not surrender, and it would leave a bad impression on people of other races.

So, she agreed with Chris's proposal: "That's a good idea, and if you're willing to give the demons of Ellan Hill a beautiful and accurate name, it couldn't be more perfect." ”

Chris is actually reluctant to ask for naming rights, because he is a weak chicken in his own right.

If he is really a master of names, Falling Dragon City and Falling Demon City may have a more beautiful and beautiful name.

However, since Aresia was willing to give up the naming rights, Chris was naturally not polite, he pondered for a while, rummaged through some information on the technology tree in his mind, and finally slowly said: "Or...... Let's call it the Black Blood! ”

It's still the style of Falling Dragon City, and it's still simple and rude, and I found a feature and used it directly.

Andrea suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the surrendered demons, and then after a brief moment of sympathy, she was a little more glad - fortunately, the name of the elves was quite nice and didn't need to be changed.

If Chris is asked to change this, he will be called a "long-eared person" or something......

"Black blood?" Aresia didn't think there was anything wrong with the name, and it even thoughtfully avoided the magic word, making the surrendered demons sound safer.

"Forget it." After thinking about it, Chris felt that the name he gave to the demon clan was not very good. He vetoed his plan, and then suddenly it dawned on him.

He smiled, and then said to Aresia domineeringly, "Why did you change the name of the demon race? If you return to the demons of the Orchid Hill Empire, you will be called the demons! The demons are the demons, and the demons of the Orchid Hill Empire are the real demons! Isn't that bad? ”

I only heard him continue: "Those demons who refuse to submit to the Ranhill Empire and are unwilling to surrender are not worthy of the name of the demons!" So, give them a lowly name. ”

Andrea couldn't laugh or cry, it was the first time she had seen someone who was so good at naming her name.

And Chris's last sentence, that humble name, is really apt to describe - Chris's name is probably really ugly.

"From today onwards, the demons refer specifically to the demons under the command of the Elanhill Empire, and they are still obsessed, and all the demons that follow the origin of magic must be destroyed, called the Black Blood Clan!" Chris has made up his mind, and the only thing left is to execute.

……

On the other side, on the battlefield of the Demon Realm, a soldier of the Elanhill Empire trampled on the corpse of the dead demon commander with his leather boots and waved his hand at his companion behind him.

Seeing his gesture, more Iran Hill Imperial soldiers took their weapons and stepped on the corpse of the demon and climbed over the backbone of this mound.

The stubborn demon forces were at the end of their rope, and some of the fortifications built on the anticline had only slightly slowed down the attack of the Iran Hill Empire's soldiers.

When the tanks of the Irranhill Empire ran over the corpses, crossed the high ground, and opened heavy fire on the improvised fortifications, the recalcitrant demon forces were gone.

Soon, the black Irlanhill Imperial battle flag had been planted on the high ground, and the battle had just stopped a few minutes earlier.

Having conquered here, the winter offensive in the northern mountains of the Irlanhill Empire advanced exactly 200 kilometers. And 30 of these 200 kilometers were defeated by the Demon Servant Army - I have to say, this can also be considered a miracle.