Nearly three hundred meters away from the stone tomb, Platlan Black Sword looked at the dimly shiny overlapping figure at the exit of the tomb, and his heart was like ice.

Explode.

A widespread explosion without warning.

He had never seen such a cost-free style of play, nor had he ever seen a man who could carry so many explosives.

Let's just count the demon fire bottle carried by the other party.

The price of more than 200,000 is still priceless.

In less than a minute, the opponent's hand threw out nearly thirty pieces as if he were drawing a warp.

More than six million gold coins of explosives were thrown out like this.

The branches are all the effects of top-notch potions, which is equivalent to nearly thirty great wizards of the chaos system performing a group attack magic attack on their legions.

No one reacted, as if there was a possibility of explosion everywhere in a radius of hundreds of meters, and there was no escape.

No one can ignore this level of harm.

Even the knights in heavy armor were now lying on the ground howling.

The corpses and limbs flew in all directions, almost all the low-ranking squires were killed, most of the pikemen were killed and wounded, and only a few of those on the brink of explosion were still capable of fighting.

The proud Crusaders had lost more than half of them, and there were less than fifty of the 100-strong Silver Armor Crusaders left, most of whom were still wounded to varying degrees.

The forty-man knight team is the most distressing for Platlan Black Sword, these people are all real knights with feathers, at least the level of three feathers, if they sprint together on the plain, it is difficult to resist the opponent.

At this moment, most of these knights have fallen from their horses, and even the people and horses are lying on the ground, and the heavy armor on their bodies can withstand most of the damage, but after falling off the horse, it will also bring countless troubles.

If the Knights still have a chance to recover, then the priests and monks who went forward to release the exorcism have no chance of surviving.

No priest or monk would wear thick heavy armor, they were just ordinary cloth robes, with almost no protection, just a puncture of shrapnel that could kill them.

The only ones that remained largely intact were the teams of archers who threw their shots from a distance.

"Why does he have so many demon fire bottles, and where did this person come from?"

"Is it the Casa Kingdom that is secretly manipulating?"

"It's impossible, it's impossible, it must be the Casa Kingdom behind it, Madillo, don't you say?"

Platland's black sword grabbed the wrist of the great knight, his face twisted, and his eyes flashed with anger and madness.

"Tell me clearly, what is the origin of the ** master that is going to be dealt with above, only their highest level can come up with so many top-notch demon fire bottles?"

From the moment he established the Asylum Kingdom, Platlan knew that one day he would eventually hit a nail that he couldn't gnaw on, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

The Silver Army, which had been built up for more than ten years, was directly destroyed by someone with a demonic fire bottle.

These carefully selected soldiers can kill people without caring about it, not only have strength, but also have a strong ability to resist pressure in their hearts, which is his weapon to control the madhouse kingdom.

I don't know how much time and money it will take to restore this system.

He couldn't afford it, and he couldn't have had that long to recover, and no one was going to give him a chance.

The most terrible thing is the disappointment of the upper echelons in him, choosing the new to replace the old one.

The throne of the king is likely to be lost.

"Your Majesty, when you go to gamble on the battlefield, you will lose when you have it, right?"

Madillo looked at the king who had fallen into a bit of madness, he couldn't accept this result, the door of the tomb was just changed from a barbarian to this guy with a shield of heaven, and the others, they hadn't even seen a shadow yet.

"I'm not gambling, it's that you didn't make it clear where those people came from" Platland Black Sword gritted his teeth and said: "In addition to that apostate saintess, there are people who have a great way to come, why don't you make it clear, you are harming me, harming me ......"

Platland's black sword voice carried a hint of resentment, allowing Xu Zhidu, who was far away at the top of the stone tomb steps, to hear it clearly.

"If the news leaks, you'll die, are you sure you want to know?"

Madillo whispered, his words sending a shiver down the Platlan Black Sword, and the madness in his eyes seemed to have diminished a lot.

"Even I will be in trouble and have to go back to China to avoid the limelight, so do you know, my esteemed majesty."

"Clear."

Platland's black sword pressed down the somewhat ridiculous tiger helmet, and the figure seemed a little silent.

"They must have run out of potions, rush, rush for me, kill everyone in the tomb at any cost."

In just a moment, he roared, and the long sword at his waist was drawn with a bang.

"When the arrows have been shot, throw down the longbows in your hands, and take up the spears and swords of your companions, and those who flee and those who retreat die."

Wielding a long sword, Platland Black Sword gambled on all of his elite legions this time.

Looking at the corps with all the troops dispatched, Platlan turned to Madillo.

"Your Excellency Madillo, I tell you......"

"What?"

The sound on the battlefield was noisy, the corners of Platland's black sword's mouth muttered, and the voice gradually lowered, and the great knight just wanted to lean his ears to hear it clearly, and then a long sword stabbed fiercely, piercing the gap between his heavy armor and plunging directly into his neck.

"You ......"

Madillo was foaming blood from his mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his finger pointed at the Platlan Black Sword, as if he wanted to get an answer from the other man's mouth.

"Now that you don't have the backing of the Knights, you dare to threaten me, you are all dogs of the Shanon Kingdom, how much more noble are you than me?"

Platland's black sword pressed Madillo's arm with his left hand, and the great knight didn't even pull out his sword, he stared at Platland's black sword.

"I'm unwilling, hehe, I'm also unwilling, but everything is forced by you, forcing me to do this, forcing me to do that, and stuffing all black work into me......"

"Mad Dog, you're going to ...... Cannot...... Good death. ”

Madillo's voice was staccato, his eyes bulging as the long sword of Platlan's black sword stirred around his neck, and the last trace of strength disappeared without a trace, and his body collapsed weakly.

"It's not a good death, hehe."

Platland's black sword kicked away Madillo's corpse, and said coldly: "Dead people, they are not qualified to say this, if I am not a king, I can live well, at least, it will be better than you are dead now." ”

Looking at the sergeant who kept rushing in the direction of the stone tomb, the occasional explosion sounded, and there was not the slightest pity in his eyes.

With other plans in his heart, the elite troops of the Silver Legion in front of him became worthless in his eyes.

He is one of Shannon's pawns, and these people in front of him are also his pawns.

When not needed, the chess pieces naturally become discarded.

Even if it's just to consume the opponent's demon fire bottle, it's worth it. 2k reading web