In the center of the battlefield, whether it was a demonic beast or a human, they all subconsciously avoided that area.

Because, the battle inside is not something that any of them can easily intervene in. Only the top Mithril level would wander around the edge of that area, whether it was a monster or a human.

A large number of ogres are moving towards the central battlefield, intending to unite with their own leaders and take out the strongest of the humans. The Warcraft powerhouses of the other races also approached the central area as if they were casually.

They had discovered that there was only one small human in the city that could stand up to their king, and as long as they could kill him, no one here would be able to stop them. At that time, these weak humans will be slaughtered by them! Then, go farther into the city, kill indiscriminately, and drink more blood!

There is a large gap between the human powerhouse and the Warcraft in terms of physical strength, unless it is facing a single Beastmaster, otherwise in the chaotic battlefield, the Mithril level is more likely to be surrounded and suppressed by the Warcraft when it participates in the crusade against the Beastmaster, and it will fall into a disadvantageous situation. These Mithril-level adventurers or soldiers approached the central battlefield just to contain these demonic beasts with obvious intentions, so as to prevent them from intruding into the battlefield and adding to the variables.

Of course, they will also do their best to erase these instability, and if possible, such as the Beastmaster showing any obvious flaws, then they don't mind giving this brutal and bloodthirsty creature a moment, provided that they ensure their own safety.

The mages did not go out of the city walls to fight, and their physical fitness was too far for adventurers, soldiers, and knights of the same level, let alone compared to Warcraft. Except for a very small number of extremely experienced magicians, such as those great magicians, who can skillfully use magic to always keep a safe distance from magical beasts, otherwise, in this situation, it is better for magicians to gather large magic from a distance.

Although they will not appear in the frontal battlefield to engage the enemy in close combat, their presence will not go unnoticed by the enemy. The flower of death that blooms on the battlefield from time to time is their masterpiece.

Of course, it is not excluded that some activists want to improve their combat experience and run out of the city walls, but they will also stand with their adventurer partners to avoid accidents.

After experiencing the initial fears, Ophelia gradually adjusted. She was not satisfied with her previous performance, and she did not participate in the battle in the Wizards Regiment as a magician. Instead, he went out of the city and fought with the monsters under the walls.

Slashing a demonic beast under the sword, Ophelia gasped, her white arm raised, wiping the sweat rolling down her head. The fiery red hair was already soaked, reflecting a beautiful glow in the light of the holy day.

After making sure that her surroundings were safe, she turned her attention to the battlefield in the distance, which was the most central battlefield. The smoke rose from time to time, making it impossible to see the battle inside, and only occasionally when she saw the somewhat old figure would she relax and run to the nearest demonic beast to continue the battle.

Orambet naturally recognized this princess, and Orambet, who had heard her rumors, also had some understanding of Ophelia's personality traits. When she wanted to go down the wall, Orambet didn't stop her, but that didn't mean he didn't care about the safety of Her Royal Highness. He's already had some men around Ophelia to purge her of the beasts that were too powerful for her. These people are not far from Ophelia, nor are they too close for her to be discovered. While ensuring sufficient experience, she can also support her in time when an accident occurs.

This is what the Grand Duke meant. This is one of the reasons why Ophelia did not visit after he came to Conteseno.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the environment around Her Royal Highness, Orambet continued to observe the battle situation and command the battlefield.

Only when we win the war can we be truly safe.

...

Knock –

A heavy punch from the Ogre King flashed sideways, and with a flick of the sword, Transtris slashed towards several joints of the Ogre King.

It is impossible for the Beastmaster to maintain a high explosive state all the time, just as it is impossible for a person to be at the peak all the time, and after fighting until now, the Beastmaster has also shown a little weakness, of course, he is the same.

However, although his form has declined, it is not a bad thing for him. After all, now his sword qi can at least cut through the flesh and skin of the beastmaster, and it will no longer be as if it was hit on iron like before.

On tiptoe, the body slammed through the Ogre's waist, and then, with a flash of pale sword light, the narrow wound suddenly split from the Beastmaster's waist.

Poof-

Bright red blood spurted down the wound, and if those Mithril-level adventurers were closer, they would find that the wound was as smooth as a mirror, and in the depths they could see organs that were darker than flesh.

"Roar!"

The ogre let out a roar of pain, its massive body flailing its explosive muscles towards its right rear before it could stand up straight, but sadly, it still failed to hit the abominable human who was as small as a fly in its eyes.

Damn it!

It roared again, clasped its hands together, and the dim energy gathered wildly, before slamming down in the direction of Transtris.

Bang bang bang –

A powerful impact ravaged the land, blasting through the ground with a thud and rushing towards Transtris at great speed, sand cracking and air tearing apart along the way.

Sensing the movement behind him, Transtris clicked the ground again, ready to dodge the attack. However, his figure had just moved, and a strong sense of crisis instantly rushed to his heart. At the same time, he saw the Beastmaster grin with a sinister and brutal bloodthirsty grin.

Worst!

Sure enough, the blast that had been running in a straight line suddenly turned a corner, and then exploded on the ground below Transtris. He hurriedly mobilized his magic to protect his figure, but he was still a step too late.

Bang –

The terrifying power instantly slammed into Transtris' emaciated body that was still floating in the air, and the debris smashed into him like cannonballs, some of which pierced his shoulders and knees.

"Ahem—"

Trantris's eyes widened, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness erupted. However, before it was over, he felt that the Beastmaster was rapidly approaching, and the violent air pressure was even about to press on his face!

Before he had time to adjust his body, Transtris frantically mobilized his whole body and the magic power that was wandering around him, swinging his sword and slashing.

Keng——

Click-

The crunch of the blade's impact on the iron fist and the crack of the bones rose at the same time, and Transtris felt only an irresistible force coming from the sword, madly ravaging his arm, which held the weapon. The furious energy snapped the bones of his hand and pounded into his body.

Trantris felt as if he had been hit with a hammer in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth again, and the whole person flew straight to the back.