In the direction of the dark elf militia camp, the sky was gloomy, and in a trance, the wind roared.

The only road between the camps, blocked by hundreds of Dark Elf militia infected at this moment, was black and oppressive, and there was no end in sight.

"It seems", Yang Jian's face was solemn, "If you want to pass from here, you have to open a bloody road."

"Who is the better person to do this task?"

Old Hans looked at Bob, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.

"Head", Bob spat out the toothpick in his mouth, "I'll do it".

Bob pulled a red silk scarf out of his pocket, spat on it, and covered his eyes with the scarf.

"Blood can't blind my eyes," he muttered to himself, rolling up his sleeves and pulling out Kalua's teachings.

Bob strode forward against the wind coming from the front.

Feeling the sound of the enemy's fury, the tough guy's face did not hesitate at all, but quickened his pace.

"My Prison Blood Demon God, born to kill, cut all the grievances!" Bob roared, and the bloodthirsty and furious states were activated almost simultaneously.

Enraged militia infected people poured towards him like a tidal wave, and they were about to engage in a hand-to-hand fight.

"Cross Slash!" Feeling the murderous aura of the enemy, Bob wields a lightsaber.

The militia who rushed to the first place slammed straight into the large cross.

"Whoa!" The militiaman's body was like a kite with a broken string, broken in several pieces, and collapsed to the ground.

The militia in the back didn't stop, and Bob didn't stop attacking.

"Even Thrust!" Bob leaned forward, like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into the tide of the enemy.

For a time, people turned on their backs, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

"Three-stage slash!" , Bob rushes left and right, bound to disrupt the rhythm of the enemy's attack.

Next to the barracks, the ground was littered with the corpses of the enemy, and Bob was covered in blood and leaned against the wall.

The Dark Elf militia had formed him in the shape of a half-moon and were still shrinking the encirclement.

"Come on! The more the merrier! Bob's hands were clenched into fists, and green tendons appeared on his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the lightsaber in his hand and slammed it into the ground.

"Ground cracks! Wave Sword! A crack appeared on the ground, and a huge wave of light in mid-air swirled wantonly.

As soon as a Dark Elf militia approached this wave of light, they were strangled into several pieces as if they were stuffed into a meat grinder.

"Poof! Poof! The entire passage turned into a sea of corpses and blood.

This situation made the infected who had lost their minds feel fear, and they couldn't take a step and stayed where they were.

However, Bob was red-eyed, and he did not stop killing at all, but continued to take the initiative to harvest the lives of the enemy.

On the ground, the black blood gathered into a stream, as if witnessing a killing.

"Poof!" , the last enemy fell under the sword.

Under the setting sun, a warrior, his whole body was bathed in blood, he slowly took off the silk scarf on his face, but his eyes were extremely clear.

"I don't want to see the blood of the enemy, but as a berserker, you must grow up bathed in blood!"