Heavy footsteps sounded, and the rough-looking magical golem stepped out amid the roar of magical energy.

The metal body more than three meters tall was extremely oppressive, and with the rotation of the metal arm, under the synchronous control of the Templars, the magic golem accurately grasped the rope.

Because of the shape of the palms, when the pair of pincer-like palms closed tightly and pulled the rope tightly, the insect had already chased the female warrior who was in charge of provoking and attracting its attention for a distance of four or five meters!

Airplanes!

The rope was straightened by the sudden tremendous force, and a subtle scream was released!

The furious insect was less than a meter away from the female warrior, and it was violently restrained in place, and its sharp mouthparts were almost pressed in front of the female warrior!

With the sudden inertia, the demon hunter let go of the weapon he used to fix his body, and landed on the ground deftly, rolling forward to remove the inertia, and by the way, he escaped the attack range of the insects.

Xu Yichen stood up, slid sideways, dodged the pounce of a swift worm, and kicked his enemy out.

Observing the battlefield from the corner of his eye, the defense line at the gate was already lost, and the slave soldiers who were the main defenders had been wiped out, leaving only a few survivors who formed a circular formation, and they were drowned in the insect tide in the blink of an eye.

Those mercenaries showed their true skills when they were dying, and they withstood the first wave of the bugs for a while, but they were also in a state of survival.

The demon hunter gritted his teeth and picked up an extra-long spear from the ground that the slave soldiers had used before, the length of this thing was originally more than five meters long, but the one in the hand of the demon hunter was cut off by an unknown bug, and it was only less than three meters long.

With the power of the magic puppet, the magic energy was transformed into power, and the huge power dragged the bug from the high-speed moving state!

Not only that, but with Abraham's movements, the magic puppet dragged the rope and walked towards the huge iron box, step by step, the three-legged supporting structure was as steady as a mountain at this time.

The female warrior, who narrowly escaped the attack of the bugs, unceremoniously gave the bugs a cordial greeting gift with her own flail.

Under the huge power of the female warrior, the three hideous wolf fangs slashed through a semi-circular trajectory and smashed heavily on the insect's face.

With a pop, black blood splashed the female warrior's face, half of the insect's face was smashed and sunken, and a compound eye disappeared directly in this attack.

The insect ate this wound and tried to swallow the enemy who hurt him in one bite, but was dragged away step by step by the magic puppet behind him, getting farther and farther away from his goal.

In the unwilling roar of the insects, the mage Werther also let out a scream, but losing the initiative, he could only warn below: "Don't cause irreparable damage to the test subject!" I swear, if that bug dies, you'll all have to be buried with it! ”

The demon hunter, who ignored the mage's words, held a spear in his hand, and after a short acceleration of more than ten meters, he passed by the female warrior with the sound of a whistling wind.

"Pour it for me!" The spear in his hand was covered with silver flames under the bonus of [Pure Fire], although Xu Yichen knew that doing so would not cause additional damage to the enemy in front of him, but these flames still spontaneously surrounded the weapon in his hand.

Under the control of the demon hunter, the spear pierced through the joint of the bug's supporting leg accurately, and the huge force drove the spear through the other side of the joint!

"Shhh Mage Werther stood on the tower and gasped, feeling like his knee had been pierced.

The insect's body shook a little, and it suddenly lost half of its power point, limping to the ground under the drag of the magic puppet, leaving a black blood path on the ground.

Not far away, the open metal box, like a monster with a huge mouth open, waited for the prey to walk in on its own.

The bug kept roaring, but it didn't have a chance to cut the rope that controlled it under the siege of several professionals.

Seeing that his target had been controlled, the mage Werther finally showed a satisfied smile, although it was not perfect, but what step could you expect these barbarians to do?

Seeing that the battle below had been decided, Mage Werther looked at the fortress that had been broken through, and felt that these slave soldiers were also going to be sacrificed, so they should be considered loyal

As for the mercenaries, he frowned and looked at the Seris below, and he vowed never to hire organized mercenaries again.

"You'd better do something!" The Demon Hunter picked up another extra-long spear, and as the corpses of the slave soldiers were torn apart by the bugs, they were thrown everywhere, the weapon almost everywhere: "If we die, I promise to take this ugly creature with us!" ”

Mage Werther sighed and applied for a remote support from above, seeing that his points were rapidly decreasing, his mood was quite bad: "In a minute, there will be a simulated signal source appearing a thousand meters east of the fortress, it will emit the fluctuations of the nest master, these bugs will be briefly attracted, leave here, gather over, if you die during this time period, don't blame me." ”

The Demon Hunter nodded at the Templar defenses, and Abraham manipulated the Demonic Golem to pull the target towards the metal container step by step.

Abraham preferred to believe the assurances of these mercenaries rather than the words of the mages of his former masters, because these people were fighting for their own lives, and this feeling made him a little envious.

Under the rule of the Witch King, there is little true freedom for those who fail to become mages, including death and thought.

In the three months he had been a Templar, he had seen too many slaves torn to shreds by the bugs, and until the moment of death, they remained silent, just as they had been in his previous life.

He is not even qualified to scream out of fear in the face of death.

Abraham looked at the screaming mercenaries with some envy, and for the first time felt that fate was so unfair to him!

On what basis do you have the right to waste our lives in such a way?

Why do you stand up and watch us fight like ants for an ugly worm, and our lives are wasted meaninglessly?

Why are we born slaves? Abraham's eyes flickered with fire, and he manipulated the magic golem backwards to drag the wailing bug into the metal box.

"I want to have the right to roar in the face of death." Abraham said to himself silently as he looked at the self-closing metal box.