The horror of the elven god, those monsters still have palpitations in their hearts when they think about it.

The Demon Phoenix once witnessed the horror of the elven god with his own eyes.

Ten thousand years ago, the demon phoenix was just a juvenile demonic beast, and her strength was not high at that time.

On the ground behind her, she witnessed the horror of the elven god with her own eyes.

At that time, the god of elves faced the thirty holy domain powerhouses of the human race with his own strength and was at ease.

If it weren't for the Light Pope and the Dark Pope at that time using forbidden spells to forcibly summon angels and fallen angels to the Nether, I'm afraid they would have lost that battle.

But even so, even if there were two powerhouses who exceeded the strength of the Holy Domain, they still did not kill the Elven God, but were also killed by the Elven God against the twelve Terran Sanctuary powerhouses, seriously injuring eight of them, five of whom were seriously injured and died. In other words, the Elven God killed seventeen Sanctuary powerhouses by himself, but that's the case, the Elven God was only seriously injured.

Even the angels of the Nether who were summoned by the Pope of Light died at the hands of the god of the elves.

The strength of the Elven God was far from being as easy as they thought.

Looking at the distant Giant King, the Demon Phoenix's eyes were full of solemnity.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

At this moment, most of the Sacred Domain powerhouses of the Forsaken Clan have also left, but the frontal battlefield is still fighting stubbornly.

The Terrans are obviously going to be defeated, and the rest of the empires want to come to their aid. But the Emperor of the O'Brien Empire obviously didn't think so, he still thought that O'Brien's army was invincible, and most importantly, in his heart, these forsaken people were still a bunch of chickens and dogs.

When the rest of the people saw this, they knew that they could not convince Emperor O'Brien. They can only wait behind with a large army, and wait for the defeat of the O'Brien Empire, and then they will come on top.

...

On the battlefield, the armies of the Dark Alliance and the Forsaken have surrounded O'Brien's army, and the mages in the mage camp have almost been slaughtered by a few giants. Those small fireballs, or wind blades, that were no more than one or two levels, hit the giant's body without pain.

Then the giant waved his hand and punched, which could directly cause hundreds of magicians to lose their lives.

It's horrible!

When seventy percent of the magicians in the magician camp were killed, even the leading ninth-level archmages died at the hands of those giants.

At this moment, those magicians finally lost the desire to resist and wanted to flee one after another.

But the army of orcs who surrounded them from behind slew them all.

Without the support of mages and archers, only a bunch of infantry and cavalry remained, helpless in the face of elven archers with long-range attack capabilities. All the Forsaken had to do was surround the O'Brien Empire's army, and then the giants would slaughter it and the elven archers would attack them with arrows.

An hour later, the O'Brien Empire's army had lost more than half of its army, and there were less than a million men left.

"Everyone listen to my orders and prepare to charge!"

At this moment, the cavalry of the three major empires behind slowly raised the spears in their hands.

If you don't make a move at this moment, these O'Brien's men and horses will really die here! At this moment, you can't care about Emperor O'Brien, and at this moment, Emperor O'Brien doesn't dare to speak without saying a word.

For him, all this was something he had not thought of.

The army of his empire was like weeds, withered and decayed by others, and there was little resistance.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, O'Brien's army has lost more than 1.4 million, but the Forsaken still maintains its peak combat effectiveness and has not suffered any losses.

All the losses were the Terran armies of the Dark Alliance and the orcs.

The true forsaken people, none of them died, not a single one.

Facing the two million heavily armored cavalry combined by the three empires and the Holy Alliance, the seven-foot spear in his hand was raised high, instantly turning the countless half-orcs in front of him into gourds.

The scimitar in the orc's hand smashed into the body of the heavily armored cavalry, but it was only able to produce a spark.

For them, their attacks are not enough.

These heavy armors are all made of very heavy and hard metal, and ordinary warriors below level 5 don't want to shake this armor at all.

The two million heavy cavalry almost killed all the orcs who had no support in the rear, and indirectly surrounded the army of the O'Brien Empire.

Seeing that those forsaken clans began to flee, the army of the O'Brien Empire actually broke away from the phalanx and chased after them directly.

The two million heavily armored cavalry had no choice but to rush forward with them.

Behind the two million heavy cavalry were followed by about three million light cavalry, their armor was so fragile that ordinary weapons could penetrate it. But these light cavalry were very fast, and in the blink of an eye they were able to run a hundred meters.

Not long after the army pursued, the earth suddenly sank again.

The Forsaken did it again, and the whole land collapsed.

Those light cavalry can say that they can fly up with their light bodies. But those heavy armored cavalry were undoubtedly miserable, and the heavy armor on their bodies became a talisman on their bodies.

For a moment, even a sixth-level warrior couldn't break free from the heavy armor on his body.

And at this moment, thousands of heavily armored knights fell from above, directly crushing them into pulp.

It can be said that this trick is very good at luring the enemy deep into the Forsaken Clan.

"Who is in command of O'Brien's army, it's just a rice bucket, and such an obvious trap is drilled into it!"

The general of the Caesar Empire on the side suddenly turned pale.

These two million heavy armored cavalry, more than 1.3 million are Caesar's Empire's men and horses. The training of heavy cavalry is not easy, whether it is the choice of knights or mounts, and the creation of armor, it is not easy.

It's heart-wrenching enough to die, and it looks like it's at least a third of the loss.

Blame these rice buckets of the O'Brien Empire!

Thinking of this, the great general of the Caesar Empire was very angry at the moment.

Emperor O'Brien was also very embarrassed at the moment, and he could naturally see that his own troops were a little anxious for quick success.

I had been pressed and beaten before, but finally the situation was reversed, and these people probably didn't think too much about it, so they rushed straight forward.

But it is precisely because of this that they are almost wiped out.

The heavy cavalry charge is a good hand, but it is not easy to retreat, it is difficult to turn around with strong inertia, and the terrifying impact of a rash U-turn can instantly crush themselves into meatloaf.

Wanting to make a U-turn, both sides were blocked by the rout of the O'Brien Empire, and there was no way to move at all.

If the rout was swift, it would have been fine, but many people would have been frozen in place, and some people even fought.

Those heavily armored cavalry had no choice but to continue to rush forward and find a way to find a breakthrough.

But now they have come to the city.

The heavy cavalry was not conducive to the siege at all, but at this moment they had no chance to turn around.

The heavily armored knights in front could only face despair and rushed directly to the city wall.

The walls were made of rock, and the heavily armored knights rushed up to turn their men and horses into a puddle of flesh, and their deaths were miserable.

What a bunch of pig teammates!

At this moment, the heart of the great general of the Caesar Empire is dripping blood.

This battle was a bloody loss, and instead of dying on the way of charging, they were all killed by their teammates.

At this moment, he couldn't help but have the idea that he shouldn't go to rescue O'Brien's army.

At this moment, he really regretted it, at that time, for the sake of the face of the Terrans, he wanted to preserve the vitality of the Terrans, after all, the Terran army that everyone gathered was only fifteen million.

More than 2 million people are not a small number, and they can influence the shape of the battlefield.

But who would have thought that the most powerful heavy armored cavalry in this battle would lose their lives here in vain.

Without knowing how many people were sacrificed, those heavy cavalry finally turned around and returned to the Terran camp.

From beginning to end, the Forsaken did not launch a single attack.

But the heavily armored knights have already lost more than 800,000 dead.

Of these, 700,000 can be said to have died at the hands of O'Brien's Empire's pig teammates.

"Damn it, who commanded O'Brien's army, I'm going to kill him!"

The great general of the Caesar Empire has gone berserk at this moment.

Of the 800,000 heavily armored knights, more than ninety percent were members of Caesar's Empire.

In this battle, half of the heavily armored knight legion that they had carefully cultivated for hundreds of years was lost all at once.

The key is that this half is for his teammates to die, and how aggrieved they must be in their hearts.

These pig teammates shouldn't have to save them!

Thinking of this, the great general of the Caesar Empire suddenly became angry again.

"It's me!"

At this moment, a disgraced man walked out.

His strength did not reach the Holy Domain, but he was a ninth-level warrior.

"How do you command, will you command or not!"

The general of the Caesar Empire grabbed him by the neck and reprimanded him fiercely.

"I can't help it, the morale of the army was weakened at that time, and these people didn't listen to me at all. ”

The general of the O'Brien Empire was also very aggrieved at the moment.

Truth be told, this battle not only ruined Caesar's Empire, but also ruined himself and destroyed O'Brien's Empire.

At the beginning, more than a third of the army had been lost to the Warcraft, and now it was almost completely wiped out.

Combined, the number of these remnants may not exceed 500,000.

You know, they have an army of five million.

Of the half a million who survived, most of them were wounded, and more than a third of them may never be able to participate in this kind of battle again.

Therefore, the cost of this war can be described as extremely tragic.

If it weren't for the turtle appearance of the man in front of him, it is estimated that the great generals of the Caesar Empire would think that they did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

Whether it's for the souls of the dead warriors of O'Brien, or those heroic souls of Caesar's empire, this waste must die.

With the sword in his hand, the general who commanded O'Brien's army fell directly to the ground.

But no one dares to say no at this moment, and if you ask why, the reason is obvious.

That is, they need a backstabber, and these millions of people can't die in vain.

......

"I advocate that while the reinforcements of the Forsaken Clan have not yet arrived, we will attack them directly in one go!"

The great general of the Caesar Empire was holding his breath at the moment.

For him, this battle was obviously a famous battle, but he fought so aggrieved.

This battle made them famous, but it became the name of the turtle!

Thinking of this, there was a breath in his heart that could not be stretched. The responsibility for the defeat in the last battle lies entirely with those pig teammates in the O'Brien Empire.

But there is no need to talk about it at this moment, and thinking about how to deal with the next battle is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, the great general of the Caesar Empire advocated directly hitting him.

But everyone understands that the battle is never decided by more people, but by high-level combat power.

If there are really more than anyone, there are still tens of millions of demonic beasts waiting in the back, ready to attack at any time.

If they can really kill the elven god by relying on the tactics of the sea of people, they can even kill themselves and give up their lives.

But alas, even if they give up their lives, they may not be the opponent of the elven god.

"Didn't they say it? They haven't woken up yet, so we're going to go over it with all our might. ”

The great general of the Caesar Empire spoke slowly.

He continued to fight to prove himself.

"I can't make a move yet!"

The light exchange on the side slowly spoke.

"Why!"

The great general of the Caesar Empire suddenly said with some dissatisfaction.

"Why, you yourself should be clear. Because of these pig teammates, our morale is extremely poor. If you go out now, it will be tantamount to giving someone their head away. ”

It's an inappropriate analogy, but it's very accurate.

"The army can be pressed up, but don't make a move against the powerhouses of the Holy Domain first, I still want to know what the Forsaken Clan is going to do!"

The Pope of Light spoke slowly.

Sure enough, everything is indispensable.

For the Forsaken Clan, as long as the Terrans don't use the Sacred Domain powerhouse, they won't make a move, after all, they don't have an advantage for them.

A large number of strong people are still in the north of the mountains, but as long as they wait for the spirit god to awaken, they will awaken.

Those who are now in the city may not even reach half of the Forsaken Clan's entire Sanctuary.

But even so, it is already chopped and able to compete with the Terrans.

"This battle, let's go!"

The demon phoenix walked up, his face resolute.

"Can you?"

The Pope of Light suddenly said with some concern.

"You look down on me? Do you know how many monsters are behind me. It scares you when you say it, and tells you that it's 87 million!"

Eighty-seven million monsters!

Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they heard this.

But this battle is not something that can be won by a large number of people.

Thinking of this, the Pope of Light still opened his mouth to persuade.

"We need to think the long way!"

"Fang Xi, we won't have a Sacred Domain powerhouse in this battle, we just need to focus on the battle!Look at how much stronger our army of demonic beasts is than your human race!"

The demon phoenix suddenly said with disdain.

In her heart, they can do what the Terrans can't do!

(End of chapter)