On the huge blade, drops of blood flowed from red to green, green to green.

Tonatiu gasped, his clothes made of the finest Tyrannosaurus skin were already in tatters, and he wore them like rags.

At this moment, there are more than a dozen small wounds on his body, secreting blood, and they are healing rapidly.

In front of and behind him, hundreds of Naga's corpses lay down. There are Naga warriors, and there are also some Naga witches and sacrifices.

"It's really a hearty fight." He looked ahead and laughed loudly.

Vaschi stood there, looking at him with a look of hatred.

The battle continues.

In the plains in the middle of the Terror Island, the Naga of the Terror Island is already a river of blood. The air was filled with the smell of Naga's blood, and they were formed by the power of the ancient gods, and their blood also had a corrosive power.

The Naga clan of the Terror Island also has a great presence in the entire Naga race. They are the Eternal Palaces in the deep sea, the most important stronghold in the Western Continent.

With this stronghold, Eshara can spy on and spy on the Kadores of Kalimdor, alerting the "untouchables" who once overthrew her rule.

Terror Island is huge, and there are many naga living on the island and under the seabed. Those who can participate in this war are also the elites of the clan.

When he was in the sky, Tonatiu visually saw at least tens of thousands of naga below.

The battle has continued to this day, and the number of naga killed by him and Santis combined has reached one or two thousand. But this amount is not a big loss for Naga on the battlefield.

And what makes Vaschi hate and helpless is that this troll has a strong fighting ability, and the magic and the corruption of Enzos have no effect on him.

Aside from using the lives of the Naga warriors to pile up, for the time being, she didn't know how to deal with Tonatiu.

Instead, it was Santis, who Vaschi found tricky, but sure to deal with her.

While she continued to direct the Naga warriors to their deaths, she decided to deal with Santis Hazuki first.

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn。” Vaski sings the hymn of Enzos, the unique language of the Faceless, the best medium for harnessing the power of the Elder Gods.

Translated into the language of the Trolls or Cadore, it roughly means: "In the eternal mansion of Neosaro, the sleeping Enzos waits for you to dream".

As Enzos prayed, a gray-black mist similar to the one that had just attacked Tonatiu emerged from behind Vasqui and rolled towards Santis.

"Hey! Lady. Why do you favor one over the other?! I would prefer you to use such tactics against me! "Tonatiu has the Breaker in one hand and Salatas in the other, trying to pounce on Santis to fend off Enzos's attack.

Santis, who is praying to the moon god with all her might, now has a strong attack and a strong defense.

The only drawback is that she can't move, and the moon god needs to use her as a projection coordinate to guide his power to come.

"Block him!" Vasqi drank.

Another group of Naga warriors, as huge as a hill, came out without fear of life and death, blocking the path of Tonatiu.

These Naga warriors are very powerful warriors and have been experienced in a hundred battles.

However, most of their enemies are in the sea, and their combat experience is gained from sea beasts or enemies under the sea.

Against an exaggerated enemy like Upper Tonatiu, who is very agile and powerful, sometimes some shameless "spells" will come up, and they will suffer heavy losses and cannot help him.

Tonatiu was not a pedantic man, and he did fight them with the ability of a warrior. But when necessary, he will not be stingy not to use some magic techniques that can assist in battle.

After all, it is worth a little bit of faith worth more than being hit by the tridents of the Naga warriors.

"Hey! You guys are like this! I'll only have to use the ultimate! Tonatiu screamed, and in the roar of the Naga warriors, he used the mark of a mighty warrior for the second time—a storm of blades.

His body spun rapidly, and the storm began to converge around him, and in an instant, wind blades sharper than the sharpest blades, carrying the power of wind and thunder, made him turn into a whirlpool of sword blades, and swept away in the direction of Shantis.

Blade Storm is extremely harsh to use, and it requires the user's body to be strong enough and good enough. Otherwise, the vertigo of spinning alone can defeat the user. Not to mention those spinning wind blades, which can also damage the caster inside.

At the same time, it needs to be very angry. It takes enough anger to make the spirit of the warrior manifest into reality, and drive the rules of the world to kill and damage the enemy.

To the east of the island of Terror, there is a great light looming among the clouds.

When Tonatiu and the others arrived, it was late at night, the darkest hour before dawn.

Now that the battle has been made, the dawn of the sky has appeared, and the Ansha of Shuharu's mythology, the Tonna of the Zutona trolls, is about to leap out of the sea.

It's going to dawn.

In the faintly visible light, a red storm formed in Tonatiu's spinning shape and swept along the way, sending with it the sound of severed limbs and the screams of the Naga warriors.

Looking at Tonatiu, who looked like a Naga meat grinder, Vaschi glanced at the eastern sky, a cruel smile on his face, and his cat-like beautiful eyes full of mockery.

"It's almost dawn. The power of the white candle, what can it help you?! She wielded a large, ice-white trident-like staff and opened a portal in front of her, into which Enzos' power sinked.

The next moment, the purple-blue portal appeared behind Santis, who could not move and could kill dozens of Naga every second.

"Where did the attack come from? Behind you! "The battle instinct accumulated over the years of fighting made Santis's back chill, like a knife.

She turned her head and saw the power of Enzos, the gray-black mist sweeping towards her.

At this time, the best solution should be to abandon the prayer of the goddess and avoid the unspeakable attack that is full of ominous meaning just by looking.

However, Vasqi had already prepared, and the power of Aishara poured down from the sky, and the purple-blue arcane energy was simple and rude, hitting her body in the form of a pillar of energy light.

If avoided, the prayers of the goddess will cease. The protection of the moon god will disappear, and Azhara's attack will be even more terrifying than Vaskey's.

If you don't avoid it, although the speed behind her is not fast, the gray-black mist that makes her cold all over her body is not something to mess with at first glance.

The power of the Ancient Cultists, except for the dragons. The Kadores are the race that knows their horror best.

Santis was caught in a dilemma.