Only those who have experienced the tragic fighting will understand the cruelty of war. Especially when the ears are full of earth-shattering shouts and the eyes are bloody.

Fear, excitement, nervousness, and other emotions constantly hit the remaining reason, and I don't know when I will suddenly stab at me from behind, and all of this is slowly corroding the tense nerves in my heart.

"Poof, poof."

Scott quickly dodged the sneak attack from his side, and the Western sword in his hand cut a few silver rays in the air, and in an instant, he poked a dozen holes in the body of the sneak attacker.

At this time, his shining armor had been stained red with blood, and the white crane clan emblem printed on it had also turned into a blood crane. The brown hair that hung down the sides of the helmet turned jet-black from the blood, sticking together one by one. The freckled young face was covered with stains, and the complex expression on the face looked a little hideous.

He is quite famous in the royal capital with a fast sword, and is known as the Knight of Dawn in the circle, and his strength can also be ranked in the forefront among those who came this time. Originally, he was responsible for receiving support on the sidelines, but due to the unexpected development of things, with the Monster Alliance joining, he was transferred here to kill as many Dorns as possible and stabilize the situation on the low-end battlefield so as not to affect the central battlefield.

That being said, even though he is known for his fast sword, he is still a little tired of dealing with the unusually high morale of the Dorn soldiers and the constant onslaught of the sea of people.

Leave aside the psychological burden of constantly harvesting human lives. The physical exhaustion alone had pushed him almost to the limit. The war has continued to this day, and all three sides have lost a lot of troops. Putting aside the lives of those Dornes and monsters, nearly half of the thirty companions who came with them had already been lost.

The Dorne soldiers weren't killed as expected and scattered. On the contrary, they do not care for their lives, and they exchange injuries for injuries with the enemy, or even life for life. Scott witnessed many of his companions being caught off guard by these unknown soldiers at the cost of several times or even dozens of times their lives.

"Damn. This bunch of maniacs. Good thing I was able to hide fast enough. ”

After dodging the oncoming scimitar and stabbing the four people who surrounded him with brilliant sword skills, Scott cursed under his breath as he stared at one of the Dorn creeps who had finally collapsed.

If he hadn't acted quickly just now, he would have been hugged by the other party if he took a slow step. The outcome of the restricted movement does not need to be imagined by him at all, and the companions who have been chopped into meat sauce are the best interpretation.

Thinking of the fate of his former companions who had been with him all day and night, Scott couldn't help but curse in a low voice again.

"Damn, it's endless."

Just as he was red-eyed and about to kill the Dorn soldiers again, the sound of a horn was heard in the distance. Scott hurriedly shook off the enemies around him and jumped to a high place to look at the place where the sound came from.

"Rush."

"Kill. Kill all the Dorne brutes. ”

In the earth-shattering shouts of killing, I saw that the army that had been left for ambush support had rushed to the edge of the battlefield at some point. The Oriental mage named Hao Meng took the lead in rushing to the forefront.

Torrents of steel sliced from a corner of the battlefield into the battlefield and slashed through the blades of exhausted foes.

The Dornes and monsters, who were still immersed in the shouting of the battlefield before, were suddenly defeated and retreated in the face of the sudden intrusion of the new force.

"Our reinforcements are coming. Fenway, please restrain your monster legions. ”

Lancelot, who was keeping an eye on the battlefield while fighting, soon spotted the arrival of reinforcements. Hearing his roar, Fenway, who waved his hands to create shields to resist the attacks of the old wizards of the Dorns, nodded at him.

I saw his lips open slightly, and a high, undulating sound wave suddenly spread in all directions, and the monsters in the battlefield who originally wanted to attack reinforcements stopped their attacks after hearing this sound, and turned to attack the Dorn.

"The war is clear. It's up to them next. ”

Scott, who had jumped high on a boulder and saw all of this, muttered to himself and looked at the people inside the hexagonal green barrier in the center of the battlefield.

"The battle is decided."

Zheng Ming, who was playing against the bald man on the other side, whispered to himself.

At this time, Drogo Tuo's face was withered, and his strong body was shriveled and unshaped. The large, incandescent bald head had become dim and yellowish, revealing the pitch-black tattoos underneath.

Just now, Drogo Tuo was hit by Zheng Ming's attack. The thin needles condensed from Zheng Ming's windbreaker on the surface of Zheng Ming's body had considerable strength and corrosiveness under the enhancement of the demonic flame. I saw these thin needles like raindrops, with a subtle sound of breaking wind, striking Drogo Tuo's body, leaving a cloud of black fire on his body and burrowing into it.

Drogo Tu'o's body was bleeding from the dense hole, and the wound continued to expand slowly outward under the black flames. Under the attack of pain, Drogo Tuo roared with a distorted expression and was about to rush towards Zheng Ming, the culprit, but was stopped head-on by Arthur with the "Shield of Nature".

The bald strong man who was besieged by Arthur, Zheng Ming, Lancelot, and the flesh-winged snake was in a desperate situation. On the other side, the old Dornite wizard Drogo Kuhn was no better. Scarred and scarred, he no longer had the strength to run, so he could only shroud himself with shadow worms in an attempt to delay a little longer. All he could do now was stand up for his old friend a little longer.

The two of them are like worms on the verge of desperation, clinging to a cobweb, gnawed away by the slowly approaching despair, but powerless to do anything about it.

Originally, with their strength, the battle situation was not like this, and the siege of Zheng Ming and the others was able to go so smoothly thanks to Elf Fenwei. Because he stood in the middle of the battlefield on both sides and constantly waved a shield that could withstand attacks, so the people who had less worries were able to fight with all their might, thus forming the current one-sided situation.

The bald man slapped his palm on the side of Lancelot's two-handed greatsword and defused the opponent's attack, but he ate a snake's tail whip on his back.

"Boom."

There was a crater more than two meters deep above the rubble floor. Before the smoke and dust cleared, the bald man spat a mouthful of blood foam and jumped out of the bottom of the pit again. His yellowish tattoos darkened again, eventually losing their luster like a badly aged, poorly touched lamp, revealing the pitch-black tattoo lines underneath.

He glanced around the battlefield and noticed that the soldiers below had somehow grown on the battlefield with Celts in metal armor. The valiant warriors who followed him, despite fighting to the end, were no match for far more enemies than themselves. In the end, they were defeated and retreated, and they could not escape the fate of being surrounded and suppressed.

"Uh-a

A heart-rending roar caught the attention of the bald man, who hurriedly looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that the old wizard of the Dornes was stabbed in the heart from behind by a silver-haired boy with a dagger and a cloak of animal skins. The shadowworms floating around it lost control and fell to the ground and melted into the shadows under the rubble, and the brown-haired man trapped by the shadowworms was able to escape with ease.

The armor on its body was slightly damaged, and the two-handed giant sword in its hand also had several more gaps, which was in stark contrast to the sophisticated equipment of everyone present. Judging from the style of the opponent's armor and two-handed sword, he must not be very rich.

"Haha. Kai, well done. ”

A strong man who had escaped from the predicament let out a long laugh and strode forward. This man, who was not far behind the bald man, raised the dilapidated greatsword in his hand and slashed at the old wizard of the Dorn. The giant sword, which was almost as tall as a human being, landed on the old wizard's head with a whimpering wind and a violent sword wind.

The old wizard's braided brown-black curls fluttered backwards under the pressure of the wind, looking like writhing tentacles. Immediately afterward, his head was shattered by the greatsword. Like a smashed watermelon, crumbs mixed with red and white liquid flew sideways.

Kai, who was clinging to the old wizard, bore the brunt of the attack, splashing red and white things all over his face. He wiped the slippery, sticky liquid from his face expressionlessly, and his sharp eyes silently stared at Fitz.

"Fitz. I don't care what the rules of your adventurers are. With us, on the battlefield! Snatching someone's head can be seen as a provocation. This Dornite has only one breath left after taking my attack. ”

"Hahaha. Sorry, sorry. Kill and rise, and confiscate the hand. The credit for killing him is yours, and I have no opinion. ”

"Cut. Damn it. You'd better remember. If you do this later after you have been sealed, it will cause trouble. ”

"Good. I remembered. Thanks for the reminder. ”

Kai stared at Fitz, who let out a hearty laugh and apologized to himself, and after seeing the sincere smile on the other party's face, he spat unhappily and looked away.

On the other side, the bald man who took in the death of the old wizard of the Dornish people flashed with sadness on his face.

"Have you used the last resort or are you still going to die? If you are not afraid of the rest of your soul, what shall I fear? ”

The whispering of the bald man did not escape Zheng Ming's ears. Originally, it had secretly paid attention to it after seeing the sudden explosion of the old wizard of the Dorn, and after hearing the words of the bald man, it hurriedly opened the distance that was not very close. On the other side, the people who were secretly on guard became more cautious after seeing Zheng Ming's reaction.

As expected, the bald strong man who was still standing in place, half resting and half confrontation, really changed drastically.

"O distant ancestral spirit in the underworld. At the cost of my soul, I have no rest, and I have a wandering wasteland, and I am willing to give everything I have, please give me the strength to fight to the end. ”

The bald man chanted loudly, similar to the words spoken by Arthur when he summoned Zheng Ming, and all the people present who had learned a certain amount of knowledge understood it more or less.

With the sound of his chanting, the bald man's body became thin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles like ditches quickly appeared on his face. On the contrary, the faint tattoos on his body began to bloom with a glimmer of light.

Black, dark red, orange, and white, the light quickly changed, becoming more and more eyes, and finally turned into a huge golden ball of light.

"Come on. Let's fight. ”

A deep, deep roar echoed all around.

In the middle of the battlefield, there were suddenly more golden light clusters like bright sun.......