The strength of the Minotaur General is extremely strong, and in Bella's opinion, it is not inferior to the triangular head before killing the Ring Breaking Monk.

"Steady! Hold it all for me! No one is allowed to attack without my orders! Bella rode the unicorn, repeating her commands in front of the array.

The unicorn resented her, thinking that she only knew about griffins and neglected herself.

However, after Bella raised her fist and said that she was a pure girl, the unicorn forgave her.

The performance of decisive recognition made Bella look down on this unicorn even more, look, the will is so unfirm, no wonder the original time and space can be ridden by a British teenager, this is simply a fantasy shame, men can also ride unicorns?

Fortunately, the unicorn is really popular, and its temperament is a grade higher than that of ordinary horses, and she can barely accept it.

Seeing that the minotaur general rushed towards his side with a fierce aura, many centaur warriors and half-sheep warriors wanted to attack, but they were all restrained by Bella without exception.

There were only a thousand coalition soldiers, three phalanxes, and it didn't take much time for her to run around on a unicorn, and after she repeatedly ordered that she was not allowed to attack, the coalition formation was finally not chaotic.

Seeing that the minotaur was getting closer and closer to her, Bella sat firmly on the unicorn and did not flinch at all.

Closer, closer, three hundred paces, two hundred steps, when there were only one hundred and fifty paces left, she raised her right hand, and the half-sheep turned the sling, and the centaurs took up their bows and arrows, and a few of them with strong arms picked up the sharp javelins in front of them.

The critters cheered them on from behind.

"Hahahaha-it's just a phalanx, a child's trick, that's what you rely on?" The White Witch, who stood in the chariot in the distance, laughed disdainfully.

The next moment, she suddenly couldn't laugh, and saw that the two-meter-and-five-meter-tall minotaur suddenly became shorter out of thin air, dusty, like a chariot out of control, and rushed into the pit!

The strength of the Minotaur General when he ran, how strong the damage to his ankle when he stopped at this time, and with a "click", even the hooves that could kick out a footprint of steel were twisted on the spot.

Many evil creatures who shared the same fate as him also fell into a trench three hundred meters long, two meters wide, and half a meter deep.

"Well done, Mr. Beaver." Bella praised Mr. Beaver and his whole bunny bunny, pangolin and marmot.

The critters had been digging holes in the ground for three days.

There is no problem on the ground, the actual underground has been hollowed out, and as long as you step on it, it will definitely collapse.

Seeing that the first wave of the evil army's offensive was blocked, Bella waved her arm vigorously: "Shoot!" ”

The centaurs and half-sheep who had been prepared shot arrows in their hands one after another, some of the evil creatures had broken their feet, their mobility was greatly reduced, some hesitated to run back, and some were knocked down by the friendly troops rushing up from behind, and the arrow rain fell on them one after another, and the evil army was in chaos for a while.

Bella's side did not stop: "Shoot!" Keep shooting! Even if you dislocate your arm and cut your fingers, shoot all the enemies in front of you to death! ”

With a little hint of her magic, the coalition was emboldened, and arrows rained down on the heads of the evil army.

Bella herself bent her bow and aimed her arrows into the eyes of the Minotaur General.

Her arrows were like nothing, this was a skill she learned from Casillas, of course, Casillas did not teach her on her own initiative, but she could also imitate seventy or eighty, the arrow seemed to be invisible, and after leaving the bowstring, it did not make the slightest sound, and the arrow pierced the left eye of the Minotaur General, and pierced a few centimeters deeper, after which the power on the arrow was exhausted.

The wounded Minotaur General roared, limped, and still charged forward.

With so many arrows piercing his body, he didn't seem to feel anything, he only knew how to charge with his head down.

The assault troops sent by the White Witch were all powerful races, and the bravery of the Minotaur clan was unstoppable, several Minotaurs were shot like hedgehogs by arrows, and their speed still did not weaken at all, and then rushed into the phalanx of the half-sheep like a boulder.

"The Chinese army resists! For Narnia! Left and right wings, attack! Bella shouted, and the centaur general with his twin swords in his hand met the lame, blind, and more than ten arrows of the minotaur general.

The half-sheep dug up a lot of armor left over from Asgard's conquest of the Frost Giants in the ruins of John Heim, and the armor was badly damaged, but in today's environment, it is considered solid.

The Centaurs withstood the onslaught of the Minotaurs with their sturdy armor and the flesh of their tribesmen, while the Centaurs, who were sworn enemies of the Minotaurs, slew the foul-skinned creatures from the side, with spears and arrows.

It is true that the minotaur is strong, but if he is stabbed seven or eight times in his body, he will die if he is hit by more than ten arrows.

Many of the Asgardian weapons found on the ancient battlefield were effective, and the centaur general relied on his sharp sword to fight the wounded minotaur general.

The demoralized evil army was evenly matched against the Narnia coalition, and even the likes of Mr. Beaver drew their bows and arrows to shoot both enemies.

However, morale does not offset the numerical disadvantage, and when the initial courage is exhausted, the Narnia coalition is faced with an evil army that far outnumbers them, and the situation begins to tilt to the downside.

"For Aslan!" A half-sheep man used his remarkable bounce to leap behind the two minotaurs, and he clenched his short sword and stabbed the minotaur in the back.

However, his sword was too short and weak, and the enemy's hair and muscles were too thick, and the sword had almost no lethal effect.

"Roar!" The minotaur grabbed the half-sheep's arm with his backhand, and pulled it hard in the opposite direction, a bloody arm fell to the ground, and was soon stepped on by another minotaur, and the owner of the arm also fell into the dirt in the next moment, the half-sheep's chest was torn a large hole, and the heart was pulled out of the chest cavity by the minotaur, but he died laughing, and at the last moment, his short sword also pierced the minotaur's jaw, and stirred twice in the monster's jaw.

Tragic! This is a direct feeling after the battle between the coalition forces and the evil army.

What should I do if I can't compare with my strength? Then desperately!

What happened to the half-sheep people is not an isolated case, but a universal phenomenon.

Several cheetahs roared around a three-meter-tall giant, this giant was a bit of frost giant blood, tall, strong, and skin as hard as ice, several leopards followed one after another, constantly tearing his throat, more than a dozen cheetahs were beaten into meat sauce by the giant, and the giant finally fell on the battlefield because of excessive blood loss.