Trying to survive is a very broad word, and if you say that on the battlefield, many times soldiers will scurry around like headless flies. But there are still differences, such as these mercenaries, who have long been well versed in the way of survival and escape. They don't need anyone to tell them, they keep it in mind.

The mercenary group knew how to escape, but the rats were different, and they were completely stunned in the face of the first round of attacks of the Forbidden Curse Disaster level.

The clouds of magic gathered in the sky under the guidance of the magician caused countless magical plagues, such as rain of fire, thunder, acid erosion, steam, and ice. The earth was plagued, the ground shook, and fear spread. The sound is gone, but death endures.

"It's really the Crumples Monster Regiment!" Iron Eagle is still lucky, the previous one of the Monster Regiment is still with him, if it is a fake Monster Regiment, I am afraid that not only he thinks so, but even Gar Demon and Silver Knife think so: If it is not a Demon Regiment.

"Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!" The Iron Eagle who cursed three times in a row tried his best to fight for a chance in the whirlpool of magic, he looked at the demon group with angry eyes, anger made no sense, his mercenary boy screamed in this apocalypse, and was consumed.

Not only him, but the Garmo mercenary group was also miserable, at first the Garmo could occasionally use a shield for his mercenaries to protect it, but in the end, it was simply difficult to protect himself, and he could only watch his team members scream and fall at his feet, and finally be killed by magic.

It's really like what his old master said: the meaning of magic is to take life.

A hurried shout came from the deputy head of the Silver Knife Mercenary Regiment, he picked up a corpse that was smashed in half and shouted: "The regiment commander is dead!

The silver knife was a sensation all of a sudden, and they lost their fighting spirit for a while after losing their regimental commander.

The clouds of magic are sweeping, shaking, roaring.

"I should have thought that the eyes of the regiment commander would not miss us who were hiding. The Garr's palm flipped upward, and a stone curtain like a wave enveloped him and his mercenary, and after a brief breath, the seemingly safe magic was shattered by the torrent of magic.

As long as the magic that doesn't belong to the monster group is as thin as paper as it is now.

"That's the power of the Cromps Monsters...... No...... This is the power of Abaylou. Joates reached out and caught a snowflake that only found in the north. It is indeed the power of Abaylou, and no one in this world can do it to make magicians who will be disordered when they meet each other use the power of warfare.

Abaylou did it.

All tactics can be used by only one infantry legion, and a good tactic is the soul of a legion, which makes them invincible and invincible.

It's like a "formation".

Abay Lou is the eye of the formation. He is located in the center of the "Crumps Monster Regiment", waving strange arcs with both hands, urging amazing power, it is he who is mobilizing this huge magical turbulence, so that the magic that flows like a wild horse joins his own "traffic control".

The Starfire Soldiers who entered the Clamps Monster Regimental Tactics felt that there was an endless amount of magic in their bodies, and they could squander it to their heart's content.

"If it's Lord Shamasha, that's probably how it feels?" the Spark soldiers thought as they quickly squandered their mana that was about to burst, and once their squandering of mana was broken, they felt like they were being hit by the magic power in their bodies.

"Hold on a little longer...... "Garmo shouted in pain, and he drank a few bottles of the bottle at his waist, but he was still a little exhausted, and it was like a crumbling boat in the sea under the torrent of magic. His magic is not strong, even if he survives the momentum of the "Crumps Demon Regiment", what should he do in the battle that follows?

This time the torrent of magic far exceeded his expectations, it had already begun to weaken at this time in the past, and it was still declining. Could it be because there are more people in this "monster group"?

The rat king had better still have hole cards.

Garmo took the moment to look back at the Rat King, who was at the back, because it had received the least amount of blows. This is also to protect the employer, and the three mercenary groups have to face each other.

But in the next second, the noses of Garmo and Iron Eagle were about to be crooked.

The Rat King, who had only died a little, took out a gorgeous golden ball, and he pressed a button on the ball, and the ball unfolded along the pattern, turning into a gorgeous magic bead that was more than ten times larger than before. A golden shield unfurled, enveloping the rat army, and a warship suddenly appeared in the rough sea, not moving in the wind and rain.

Magic can't smash through this shield, as long as it's inside, there is no need to worry about your life at all. The Rat King said to his subordinates with a smile on his face: "Hahaha, you are worthy of being the treasure of the Holy See, and you can even resist such an attack." He was very panicked in his heart, especially when he saw that the head of the silver knife was killed, and even the aura didn't save him, so he still used this thing after waiting for a while, because he was afraid of death, very afraid of death, even the slightest bruise, the rat king didn't want to accept it.

His subordinates also complimented the Rat King, saying, "The boss is wise. ”

Garmo and Iron Eagle were about to die of anger, and if they had this thing, they would have used it earlier, knowing that their opponent was the one who could destroy them in an instant, but they were still hiding their hole cards, and finally used their hole cards at the end of the attack. If they had used it before, they wouldn't have died so many mercenaries, there were five hundred people in the Jiaer Demon Mercenary Regiment, and there were only more than two hundred left, and the number of Silver Knife and Iron Eagle didn't look good, Silver Knife fortunately stopped the loss in time, otherwise the possibility of the regiment being wiped out was even greater.

Now that they were more than seven hundred meters away from the Rat King, they didn't have time to rub the Rat King's Holy Light Shield, they could only stare at the group of rats with mocking eyes inside.

Garmo looked at the conversation between the Rat King and his men with smiles on their faces, and understood that it was the Rat King's subordinates who were slapping the Rat King's ass.

"If this guy wasn't an employer, I'd have to kill him, I have to. Garmo said through gritted teeth.

Iron Eagle thought the same thing, and he even had a plan, that is, when the contract ended, he would simply chop the man directly. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and people like the Rat King will be extremely spurned.

"Prepare to charge!" Hagellock was instructed by Abaylou's eyes, and understood that the magic offensive was about to stop, so he commanded the melee infantry regiment composed of cats and dogs, preparing to cut in directly and destroy their formation when the magic was over and the opponent had not yet regrouped.

This is the practice of the "Demon Regiment", the reason why the Demon Regiment is so notorious is that it uses this style of play, they are magicians, after maximizing their use, let their comrades come, after all, frontal melee combat is not a battlefield that belongs to them.

Jotz, who had never felt such an atmosphere before, understood for the first time how war differed from underground brawls. That's something much more cruel, bloody, and inhumane. Everyone wants to tear each other apart, and once the battle starts, it is to die for victory.