Although the Tomb King faced a lot of enemies, compared to the front of the hall, the intensity was not at the same level at all.

The auction hall, which was magnificent a second ago, has become a battlefield with murderous intent boiling in the blink of an eye.

The gorgeous and exquisite oil paintings on the walls are stained red with blood, the expensive and delicate furniture around them has become broken scraps, and war and destruction are always a pair of inseparable twins.

Greenskins, ogres, humans, nezumi, creatures of different races rarely fight side by side for the same purpose, slaying together with cold-blooded enemies.

Although the lizardmen on the other side are well-trained and skillful in cooperating, these guys who have been hiding in the darkness of the old world all year round are not good at stubble, and most of the people who are eligible to participate in this auction are the backbone of their respective races, after experiencing the initial shock, in order to save their lives, coupled with the magic of the dimensional stone, their combat potential has fully exploded.

There is no need for unified command, with the almost instinctive instinct cultivated after years of fighting, the melee class consciously stands at the forefront, the orc machete boy and the ogre iron-stomached warrior resist the progress of the lizard with heavy weapons, and there are even two burly rat trolls among them, under the command of the nezumi tamer, while roaring and colliding with monitor lizards of comparable size.

Agile nezumi assassins and dastardly lurking lurk behind the big men, looking for weaknesses in their formations and waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on the Skinklers in the back row, who, though visibly much thinner, have blasted short arrows that are filled with the poison of the rainforest and are extremely lethal.

Compared to them, the long-range firepower on the Black Market side is much weaker, and only a few dark elves and human archers armed with short crossbows are shooting sporadically, which is not ideal, because even if the arrows pass through the shield, most of them will be stopped by the heavy scale armor of the lizardmen all over their bodies, and they will not do much damage.

Fortunately, there is only one Skink Priest in the opposing team, and in the face of a luxurious legal lineup such as goblin shamans, ogre butchers, and vampires, they can only focus on defense and are unable to give more support.

When Brienne finally squeezed to the edge of the stage, the battle in front of her just maintained a fragile balance, both sides had their own advantages and disadvantages, on the one hand, the number of people was superior, and on the other hand, the tacit understanding was coordinated, on the one hand, the French profession was strong, and the long-range firepower was fierce, although the number of casualties was gradually increasing, but the other party could not be helpless in a short period of time, and it would be impossible to tell the winner for a while.

But for the mercenary, this is the best situation.

His eyes were filled with blood, and his ears were echoed with a roar of despair or excitement, and a familiar feeling rushed over him.

Although she had only been killed in the city of "Frontier Town" not long ago, the bloody scene ahead once again aroused Brienne's deep restless desire.

She stuck out her tongue and licked her parched lips, her eyes shining brightly, like a drunkard seeing fine wine.

Although the transformation has changed its appearance, the nature of the orc's bones has not weakened by half a point.

But she still suppressed the burning desire in her chest, and before joining the fight, she had to confirm one thing.

Where's that dead girl in Moria!

She rushed to the front with all her might, not for the fight, but for the slate! It's for that ancient holy slate!

She could see clearly just now, and Moria picked up the slate as soon as possible, so she ran to the front to answer it, but after a while, the person was gone.

At this time, when she turned back, she found that her surroundings were empty, and it turned out that after the hall fell into chaos, about two-thirds of the people ran to the front to fight, and the rest turned around and fled to the door, divided into two sections, only she neither joined the fight nor fled, and was in the empty space between the two.

Soon she saw that the old bone was fighting in a corner of the hall, and the opponent looked like a grave guard, and the Fitandila next to him was covered with scars and could only protect the little girl.

Someone took advantage of the fire to rob? Yes! Wait and see!

Brienne didn't go to the rescue, a few undead, she believed the old bones could handle it.

A few more glances at the fleeing crowd. She finally spotted the Dark Elves near the door, and the Fallen Heart family, including the two sisters, the member of the Ruins Council, was sneakily running towards the door.

Looking at this speed, they slipped away before the two sides started, no wonder they didn't see it.

It's just that in the chaotic flow of people, their agile skills can't be used, even if the main force of the lizardmen is dragged down, they are only about to walk to the door at this time, and they are still a few meters away from getting out.

But it's not that simple.

Will an angry lizardfolk let their prey go?

The answer, of course, is no.

Although the infantry was dragged, don't forget, there were still a dozen cavalry in the legion that teleported, and while the others were involved in the battle, these cavalry riding the cold lizard divided into two ways, rampage from both sides of the hall, and killed the door in time to cut off the fleeing crowd before the dark elves left.

The way to stop is simple, and that is death.

The people at the door who only wanted to flee for their lives did not realize the arrival of the cavalry at all, and when they found out, it was too late to dodge, and many people only felt that their eyes were dark, and they were hit by the weapons swung at high speed, leaving only a desperate scream.

After these cold lizard cavalry met, there were already corpses left behind them, only a dozen or so people, but at this time, they were like the charge of thousands of troops, unstoppable.

A figure jumped down from the horse, standing steadily in front of the door, tall and mighty, wearing heavy armor, it was the lizard ancient blood warrior with a halberd in his hand!

As a commander, even in the midst of the heaviest battles, Sa-kar was able to keep a calm mind, how could he forget his mission to leave his homeland.

Not only did he have to reclaim the slate this time, but since the great Demon Toad Priest had teleported the entire legion over, it meant that he wanted to teach these lowly warm-blooded people an unforgettable lesson, and the easiest way to do that was to clear them all.

"Hey, all of them want to run! Kill! ”

A sneer appeared on the corner of Sa-ka's mouth, and the cold lizard cavalry behind him attacked in all directions like arrows from the string, hunting and killing the people who stopped, and the only one who was still standing still was himself, still staring at the few dark elves in front of him with yellow eyes like poisonous snakes.

He could feel the slate on the dark elf woman.

The Ancient Blood Warrior was not in a hurry, he stood at the door like this, no one could pass by him, and those who tried to escape from here had only one fate.

In just a dozen seconds, a layer of corpses was laid under his feet, many of them were high-level professionals, but without exception, they were all split into several pieces by the heavy halberd.

During this time, his eyes never took off Moria.