Click!

The combined ring-handled axe was reopened, and Draven smiled maniacally, his black beard trembling slightly.

[Bloody Dash]!

The crimson energy of life energy surged like a stream beneath his feet, and the power generated propelled Draven forward at high speed, scattering scattered snowflakes.

Sonorous!

The ring-handled axe was thrown and slashed at the strong lizardman's towered shield, preventing the other from trying to get the rhythm of the attack again.

With its unbridled strength and eerie angles, the Ring-Handled Axe leaps high and returns to Draven's hand with graceful strokes.

The ensuing battle became a showtime for Dravine to control the pace of the attack.

Each thrown axe either cut off the strong lizardman's counterattack just right, or left clear marks on the pale green chain mail surface, or tore through the rich red life energy, carving hideous scars on the exposed scaly body.

"Roar!" The strong lizardman let out an angry roar, a humiliating battle that left it at a loss for what to do, and its vaunted melee abilities were not at all.

In particular, the side battlefield it focused on had fallen into a death slump, and there were many Stigmata veterans lying quietly in the cold snow, their sticky green blood gradually drying up.

"Damn humans, who the hell are you?"

Heavy tower shields were raised in front of them, and the strong lizardmen struggled to fend off Draven's attack. This guy's fast and crazy fighting style is completely different from the legionnaires trained by the Stoke Kingdom.

This is based on his decades of experience in the war with the Kingdom of Stoke.

Sonorous!

The strong lizardman was answered by the ring-handled axe that fell again, and this time the powerful attack forced the strong lizardman to take a step back.

"Huhu~Huhu!"

"Humble one, you are provoking the Great Lizardman Temple!"

With a heavy gasp, the strong lizardman raised his ugly head, his bloodshot eyes firmly locked on Draven, completely detonating the anger in his soul.

Not only the helplessness and anger brought about by the aggrieved battle, but also the fear caused by the constant death of the stigmata veterans under his command, it once again felt the deadly danger of its previous oppressive feelings.

The air trembled, and the high-level divine magic engraved on the pale green chain mail exploded, and the rich blood-red energy was like a materialized flame, clinging to the surface of the scale armor.

The strong lizard seemed to have broken some kind of shackles in its body, and a touch of golden-red light slowly soaked through the cracks of the scale armor, mixed into the blood-red flames, and the momentum of madness and restlessness suddenly rose.

Faintly, a terrifying and majestic aura descended on this battlefield area, and the falling snowflakes were also affected, swaying.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The killing emotion that appeared out of thin air tore through what was left of reason, and the strong lizardman clenched his bone club, his body clinging to the heavy tower shield, and launched a desperate charge towards Draven.

"Legendary power? Is it the legendary bloodline contained in the body? Or is it a legendary spell engraved with armor? ”

Draven sensed the terrifying power of the strong lizardmen, and although it was nothing to him, it had broken through the barriers of high-level professionals and touched the legendary boundary.

The color of thought flashed away, and Draven looked at the approaching big man with great ease: "Hmm.... Do you pay the price of losing your mind for the sake of this little power? It's really pathetic! ”

Although there was pity in his words, Draedin kept moving.

His feet moved quickly, and the scarlet energy lingered at Draven's feet like a knight's aura, speeding up his movements, and the ring-handled axes in each hand spun at great speed, rolling up bursts of ice and snow.

[Spin the Flying Axe]!

Phew!

The sharp blade of the axe clings to the crimson energy, slashing at the front of the heavy tower shield at a strange angle, cutting clear marks.

With a 'boom', the ring-handled axe was shot high into the air, and Draven was not in a hurry, waiting until he threw the ring-handled axe in his right hand, and with a swift step, he stretched out his left hand to catch the falling ring-handled axe.

Phew!

It was only then that the ring-handled axe thrown by his right hand accurately hit the marks of the previous frontal slash of the tower shield. A similar result occurred, and the Ring-Handled Axe was once again ejected into the air, returning to Draven's right hand.

"Aha!"

Bloodthirsty laughter resounded over the battlefield, and Draeven threw the ring-handled axe he held again and again, and then drew a beautiful arc in the snow and ice, striking a rhythmic metal music.

"Weakling, do you hear that? The death knell has sounded for you! ”

The frequent attacks did not hinder Draven's movement speed, and through the axe throwing technique, he gained an acceleration effect, maintaining a certain offensive distance from the strong lizardmen.

Click!

The sturdy and heavy tower shield could no longer withstand the never-ending rhythm of Draven's attack, and the marks of the precise hits of the ring-handled axe were centered, cracking through the cobweb-like gaps.

Boom!

A dull cracking sound exploded, and the tower shield turned into countless pieces of iron and fell into the snow, while the strong lizardman's body was exposed to Draven's vision.

The axe is ready, the slaughter begins!

Draven smiled fiercely, and the ring-handled axe was thrown out of his hand in an instant, carrying a huge force to cut through the lizardman's scale armor, muscle fibers breaking and cracking, and sticky and smelly blood splattered on the snow.

"Ahh The intense pain was transmitted to the strong lizardman's mind, the surging killing intent stagnated slightly, and a trace of clarity appeared in the cloudy eyes, but before he could resist, the next wave of sharp axe attacks seemed to rain down.

Torn scales bloomed like fireworks in the icy jungle, bones and tendons wailing in fear beneath the axe's blades.

The strong lizardman charged only a dozen steps forward before he was powerless to move forward, leaving clear footprints and pools of green blood along the way.

When darkness fell, it took a deep look at the human in front of it, that guy's strength was definitely not only a high-level professional, and even in this battle, the human race also hid part of its strength.

"Hehe, is it over if you beat me? The Lizardman Temple will avenge us! ”

Poof!

Blood gushed out, and Dravingne ignored the hateful eyes of the strong lizardmen, and cut off the ugly head with a ring-handled axe, which was tied around his waist as a trophy.

Taking a light breath, he turned to look at the battlefield on the side, the bloodthirsty and crazy killing intent was never extinguished, the ring-handled battle axe spun at great speed, and a new round of slaughter began.

......

......

The dim starlight descended along the snowflakes, and the wind blew in the darker and darker night, and the rich smell of rust permeated.

Delevingne looked calmly at the two new graves erected in front of him, where the Trefalli legionmen who had died in the battle were buried.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but when it comes, it will eventually cause sorrow.

"To clear the battlefield, we have to go back early." Draven's tone was low, and the lizardmen warriors he encountered unexpectedly had a strength comparable to that of the Trifali Legion.

This is an important message that must be passed on to the Lord and Darius.

Turning around and looking around, the striking thing was a desolate and dilapidated battlefield, covered with cold and stiff corpses, including the Violet Guards and Stigmata veterans, intertwined and crisscrossed.

Draedne didn't care, crossed the battlefield, walked over to the corpse of the strong lizardman, and looked down at the guy, a thoughtful look on his face.

Lizardman Temple?

Hide the behemoth behind the kingdom of Besilik.

"Huh?" Draven let out a startled voice, and then as if sensing something, his pupils constricted, and before he could react, a golden-red glow suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Boom!

The corpse of the strong lizardman shattered, and countless flesh and bones condensed in the air, forming some kind of mysterious golden-red symbol, which crossed the distance of space and was engraved on Draven's abdomen.