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The heavily armored minotaur slashed again, and Earl Glenn hurriedly retreated in terror. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A falling axe shadow was scraped on his forehead, and the sapphire silver crown ring that was clinging to the flesh was cut off by the sharp axe blade in an instant.

"Count!" The warriors of the Wood Elves exclaimed, watching in horror at what was happening before them.

Glenn didn't fall, and the earl's silver ring on his forehead saved his life. But his sallow face was still slightly scratched by the blade of the axe that swept across his face, leaving a bleeding scar.

Before he had time to care about the burning sensation on his face, Glenn, who retreated again, looked up to observe the behemoth in front of him, and several brave wood elf warriors stepped forward from behind the Earl, protecting the retreating Glenn with their flesh and blood.

A drop in the bucket to rescue the frenzied heavily armored minotaur was of little use to the deranged, even though the warriors were dressed in thick wisteria armor, but in the eyes of this huge monster, they were nothing more than fragile dead leaves. It targets the leader of the Wood Elves, and kills those who dare to obstruct it.

When the heavy-armored minotaur put away the decapitation axe again, he hooked the jaw of a wood elf warrior who raised his knife and was about to swing it with the axe hook shape, and when he lifted the axe hard, the axe handle easily rolled to the inside of its body, and the neck of the wood elf warrior was immediately twisted off by this huge force, and the rolled axe handle changed the direction of the axe blade tip, turning into a fatal stab, and the strong force gathered by the axe blade immediately pierced the rattan card of another wood elf warrior, and the force of the collision knocked the warrior to the ground. The decapitator axe he picked up turned into a whirlwind of slashes, instantly taking the lives of five Wood Elf warriors who had no distinctive tactics but were ready to lay siege to him again.

No Sheffield Wood Elf warriors dared to take the first half step, and they trembled and raised their rattan cards in front of them, and slowly retreated towards the fountain in the square, curling as far as possible behind Earl Glenn.

"I can't get closer, 13 lives have been taken by monsters in an instant!" The warriors whispered in despair, which seemed like a reasonable reason to avoid battle.

In despair, Glenn couldn't help but think of the Trian he didn't want to mention. He couldn't help but think back to the first time he was on a graduation mission as a member of the Einsatzgruppen.

The wind, frost, ice and snow in the sky, and the chaotic clusters of walking corpses formed a wall of frozen flesh around the southern hills, and the flickering scimitars glowed blood-colored in the morning light, and the remaining team members stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back.

Teucer, Niang, Dahl, Meck... These names, which had almost disappeared in the sea of time, came to Glenn's mind over and over again, flashing through the fragments of memory.

He also remembered Avenna, who had been praying under the Prayer Tree for Teucer's safe return. He hated this Trian named Tork Hovent from the bottom of his heart, and even if he didn't take away Avanna's person, he took away Avanna's heart, so that Avanna was always 'crippled' by his side. He also hated the cowardice he was born with, and because of this, he had to climb to his current position with all his might.

"Glenn, you bastard. It's time to accept your life. Give me back my life! You should have died a long time ago! The heavily armored minotaur approached him step by step, and for some reason Glenn seemed to understand the minotaur's mooing, which was a terrible pain, like a soul being enveloped in an invisible shackle.

"You are—" Glenn's eyes were frightened, and his face became more and more sallow, but he subconsciously stopped what he was about to say, and only screamed in his heart: "Teucer Hovent! You're Tork Hovent! No, you're dead, you must be the shadow of evil in my head. You don't want to reveal the secret of my heart. ”

"Evil Shadow? You can call me - the nightmare of this forest, no one is good! The host was right! Aha, go to hell! Bastard! The heavily armored minotaur approaching Glenn suddenly picked up a giant decapitator axe, and the seeping gaze that shot out of the visor's visor was a blood-like scarlet.

"Not necessarily... Servant of the Demon Lord! The power of the battle seemed to flow back to Glenn's body suddenly, and the fighting spirit seemed to be boiling in his blood. The enthusiasm that once struck him as a member of the Einsatzgruppen struck him again, "Now that this is my home, I will never allow a slave like you to climb out of the abyss to pollute it and her!" ”

The falling decapitator struck only Glenn's afterimage, and the stunned slash of force struck a deep pit and a great crack in the ground, raising billowing dust on the pit and fissure, and bringing up fine pieces of wood from the severed roots.

"The same trick is useless to use a second time in front of the Einsatzgruppen fighters!" Glenn's eyes flashed to the side like a torch, the former bravery returned to body and soul, and his sharp mind made him try to predict all the actions of the heavy armored minotaur in front of him in advance, and the offensive and defensive postures were constantly rehearsed in his mind. Glenn dragged the wood elf scimitar without hesitation into the attack range of his weapon that can effectively injure the minotaur warrior, he quickly controlled his scimitar in his hand like a swimming dragon, suddenly the scimitar seemed to turn into the dance of the elves in the forest and slashed towards the body of the minotaur warrior continuously, the black iron heavy armor of the minotaur warrior immediately added several deep knife marks, but the armor was not penetrated by Glenn's continuous slashes.

"Moo!" The Minotaur warrior saw Glenn's actions as a threatening provocation, and he quickly turned around and looked down at the nimble wood elf beneath his feet, his hooves constantly stomping on the ground, trying to use the vibration of the ground to throw Glenn's 'dance steps' off balance. With his right hand, he lifted his axe from the side and easily tore a log from the eaves of the wooden house, like the crude wooden stick wielded by the legendary cave giants, and smashed it towards Glenn like a meteor shower.

Glenn kept rolling on the ground and dodging this time and again with tomahawk slashes and wooden sticks, Glenn's eyes were constantly spinning and vibrating, and so was the tall minotaur warrior in his eyes, but Glenn was familiar with every inch of Sheffield's land, even if his world was flipping and shaking, it did not affect his perception of distance and speed, he could still know where he was, he could still feel the enemy's position, and he could still estimate the speed of the enemy's movement.

"Hold on! Earl! I've got a rescue for you! "It was the cry of Cherch, the officer of the Southtown garrison. However, Glenn couldn't talk, and the only thing he could do now was to single-mindedly dodge the heavy armor minotaur's frenzied attacks and find a fighter in motion.

"Throw the lasso!" Chelch, the garrison officer of Nanzhen who rushed to support, and several wood elf warriors carried the ropes in their hands, and threw them together after Cherch's order, and the neck and left and right arms of the heavily armored minotaur were immediately bound by the ropes, "Earl, it's now, kill this big guy!" ”

Cerch's expression was painful, the noose he was pulling in his hand was the one that was put on the neck of the heavily armored minotaur, and blood blisters were immediately felt on his palms, and the rattan shin guards that were firmly stepped on the ground were deeply embedded in the dirt, and deep pulling marks quickly appeared on the ground. "Quick, Earl, I can't hold on!"

"Ahh As soon as Cherci's words fell, one of the Wood Elf warriors who rushed to support suddenly lost his balance in the pull, and under the tugging arm of the heavily armored minotaur, he flew up from the ground and smashed his body into the wooden house next to the road, and even the wooden wall of the wooden house was smashed through.

The heavily armored minotaur's body was barely able to move, and it immediately buried its head in search of its prey, two pairs of screams swaying in search of it.

"Nightmares will wake up. Slave of the Demon King, the dead should always return to the kingdom of the dead! At some point, Glenn had climbed onto the roof of the wooden house with the royal scimitar of the Hunter in his hand.

The surprised heavy-armored minotaur looked up.

Glenn had already jumped down, and he finally seized the fleeting opportunity, and the weakness of the black iron heavy armor neckline was exposed to his eyes under the overlay armor. He swung the royal scimitar of the royal family, and the flash of the knife carried a burst of blood mist.

After landing smoothly, Glenn stood up, his heart full of melancholy, and he saw Sheffield's appearance now, the whole maple and El Tora trees were covered with the marks of knives and axes; The remains of the Wood Elf soldiers lay all over the town of Sheffield, and within an inch of distance from the remains of these Wood Elf warriors, there were always the stumps and severed arms of the Minotaur as their companions, which seemed shocking; As far as Glenn's eye could see, the wooden houses across the street had been wantonly destroyed by the minotaurs, and the wooden houses were full of broken wood and blood-stained holes, and the cabinets, beds, wooden chairs and benches in the wooden houses were overturned irregularly; Not far away, in the streets of Sheffield, the soldiers of the Wood Elves are engaged in a desperate struggle with the Minotaur warriors, but the brute force of the Minotaur still seems to be on the top among the Wood Elf soldiers, because the banner held by the Wood Elf is constantly falling; Beneath the wooden house, blood flowed along the remains of fallen Wood Elf soldiers and minotaurs into blood-colored streams, gurgling through the muddy cracks of the earth, reflecting the light of disaster.

A gust of wind blew from beyond the trees, and the wind brought with it the ashes of the flames of death, and the wind carried no longer the scent of trees and earth, but the smell of frowning blood.

Hope is drifting away from the green forests of Sheffield, and Forrester seems ready to abandon it, but the battle continues.

Glenn dragged his scimitar desperately towards the invaders, abandoning his cowardice - the battle was not over.