The terrifying heat permeated the magic palace, and the frozen fortress several people tall instantly vaporized. The Beastmaster, who was also in it, had its skin flushed with heat steam, and it roared in pain, and its dim energy continued to gather and evaporate. From time to time, a cluster of flames lit up on the surface of the body, and from a distance it looked like a burning giant.

I have to say that it is worthy of the beastmaster, one magic crystal can turn the ankylosaurus into flying ashes, and the red lotus generated by the superposition of six magic crystals, according to the current situation, is just to make it seriously injured.

Orambet certainly didn't expect to be able to defeat the feared Beastmaster with just a few magic crystals. He seized the opportunity and immediately ordered all the magic cannons that could still move to continue bombarding the fire giants. Magic cannonballs engraved with magic patterns and blessed by magic kept smashing on the fire giant's body, and from time to time they could explode a few pieces of red flesh. The flesh fell to the ground, scalding the bones of the area to make a "sizzle" sound.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as they can kill the Beastmaster at this time, the beast tide will also recede, and this war will be their victory! For now, it's not impossible!

The blood of the sergeant boiled at this moment, and the legion of a thousand people let out a shocking roar, and under the command of the legion commander, they frantically launched a counterattack against the demonic beast. Each sergeant burst out with 100 percent fighting intent to tear apart the enemy in front of them.

The adventurers were also enthusiastic under the infection of several legions, and the flame of hope that had been extinguished was rekindled. Seeing this, some adventurers who were already preparing to evacuate the battlefield rushed back to the battlefield again, cooperating with other squads to cut down a powerful demonic beast.

The high morale almost condensed the substance above the southern city wall, and the momentum that rushed to the face even overwhelmed the beastmaster for a time. The battle line, which was already approaching the city, was constantly pushed out under this ferocious counterattack.

The tide of battle seemed to have turned around at this moment.

...

Ophelia carried the weakened Transtris back to the city walls, and as soon as they entered the city, they were approached by sergeants and magicians carrying stretchers.

They carefully took Trantris from Ophelia, gently placed him on a stretcher, and ran towards the makeshift headquarters. The magicians followed, and from time to time a milky or pale green glow shone on their wands, and then a little bit of light fell on Transtris's body, and with each fall, the expression on Transtris's face seemed to be more relaxed.

Seeing this, Ophelia's hanging heart also let go, and she silently followed behind the sergeant despite the sweat soaking through her underwear.

...

The war continued, and the magic cannons continued to spit out piercing tongues of fire and make a deafening sound. However, it was not long before the sound of shelling became less and less, and in the back, only one or two sporadic cannon shots could be heard from the city walls.

Finally, all the cores of the magic guide cannon were melted down, and the collective was dumbfounded, and the personnel in charge of the repair were sweating profusely, eager to apply a doppelganger magic to themselves. It only takes ten minutes to replace the magic guide core, but such an overload of the magic guide cannon will damage not only the core, but also the gun chamber, under repeated high temperatures and rapid cold drops, no matter how good the metal will crack, this is not as simple as ten minutes. Some cracks have even traversed the entire gun body, and the repairers are afraid that if they touch it lightly, the entire gun barrel will be divided up and down!

Time was pressing, so he could only give up the magic cannons with cracked barrels, and told the soldiers on the side not to continue to use them, so as not to explode. Then rush to the next door without stopping.

On the other side, Ollambet was also anxious, the magic guide cannon was no longer usable, and there was no way to launch a large-scale artillery bombardment for at least half an hour. Looking at the Beastmaster, who had obviously weakened a lot under the blow, Oranbet really wanted to immediately pull another batch of magic cannons from Galingbon, but by that time, Conteno would have long since gone.

As for sending someone to behead?

He thought that with the Ogre King's current state, as long as a team of Mithril-level adventurers cooperated well, he would be able to kill it.

But how hot is the temperature in the Red Lotus range? Orambet didn't know, he only knew that it was very high, even if it was him, mobilizing the magic power of his whole body, he was not sure to stay in it for more than thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds, although there is a great certainty that he will be able to kill the Beastmaster, but Orambet can't guarantee that the Beastmaster will not have a follow-up move, he doesn't dare to bet, he can only pin his hopes on the Mithril-level powerhouse who has long been wandering on the periphery of the central battlefield.

But on the side of the Warcraft, there are not only Warcraft that are not even enlightened, they also have leaders, even if they are not as good as humans, but they also know that the Beastmaster must be protected now. As long as the Beastmaster recovers, they will be invincible!

As a result, a large number of demonic beasts rushed to the central battlefield desperately, and the beast king was tightly entrenched inside and out. They pounce on people when they see them, and even if their strength is very different, they are not afraid to rush to the human race. What's more, there are also powerful demonic beasts with the same strength as them.

Under this desperate obstruction, the human powerhouses also had to retreat again and again. Although they have been waiting for this opportunity.

Under this stalemate, the light of the exquisite and magnificent magic palace gradually dimmed, and then finally it could no longer support it, and it collapsed layer by layer. A little light flew into the distance under the dance of the night wind, returning to heaven and earth.

The magic is over!

Here's your chance!

The mages immediately chanted incantations to rain down magic called death on the beasts, and their magic was running out and they could only use less powerful magic to clear the way for the human powerhouses near the central battlefield.

The legion that had already rushed to the central battlefield was also intercepting the crazy surging demonic beasts under the orders of the legion commander, resisting the demonic beasts as much as possible, and delaying time for those Mithril-level powerhouses.

Blades and teeth intersected, flesh and bones flew sideways, and one flower after another of life withered on this battlefield, blood flowed into the earth, accumulating into one small lake after another in the low-lying pits.

Both sides were red-eyed and did not retreat.

Warcraft is meant to kill; Humanity fights for faith!

The strong man continued to approach the beastmaster from several directions. On this road paved by the sergeants with their blood and lives, even these strong men who are accustomed to life and death can't help but have wet eyes, and the belief in their hearts is even firmer. They mustered not a drop of mana from their bodies and poured it into their feet, hoping to increase their speed even more.

It's close! It's close!

The half-kneeling figure of the Beastmaster was in front of him, a distance of 100 meters, but in front of a group of strong men, it was as long as the Adarakan Rift.

Ninety meters!

Eighty!

Seventy!

The blade of the sword in their hands was clenched, and the energy of the yellow or fiery red gathered on the blade, and they were ready to go any further, and they would launch their most powerful attack to slash the demon who was trying to destroy the city!

Fifty!

Forty!

Thirty!

The bodies of the strong burst with an astonishing momentum, and they leaped to their feet, the weapons in their hands shining in the light of the holy sun.

That's the glow of hope!