As soon as the Death Knights switched to death mode, they charged down the hill and lost their guns, leaving only one sword in their hands, a sword of indomitable courage.

Zereth purple sun appeared on the way of the knights' charge, and the crystallized touch was ignited the next second it touched the knights, and the Zeres purple sun that couldn't trap people was not as useful as a bow in the orc's hand, although it could also move with the caster's consciousness, but in terms of the running speed of the death knights, even the hair couldn't catch up.

The Death Knight, now a veritable Death Knight, could not see anything of the original except for the light in his eyes, except for the light in his eyes, and he didn't need anything. The knights leaned slightly, raised their swords to the side with both hands, facing straight ahead, and just when they were about to contact the black orcs who were rushing upwards, the knights accelerated violently again, and sent the swords forward with both hands, and the sword came with great precision, straight into the middle of the neck, and even the cervical vertebrae were instantly pierced, and the battle axe raised by the slow black orc fell to the ground before it fell.

The death knights who entered the beast herd were silent, and a sword swing was sure to hit the vital point, and the strong body that the orcs were proud of was like a plastic toy at the moment, and they couldn't resist the knights' full strength at all, there was no fatigue, no pain, and some were just killing, although the death mode was powerful, once the six relatives did not recognize it, even Zhang Hao would be attacked like this if he stood in front of them.

The knights quickly interspersed with the first quarter of the orc troops, and the speed finally slowed down, but there was no way, the orcs all huddled together, forming a beast wall and slowly surrounding them, not giving these knights the slightest chance to run around. Moreover, the orcs found that as long as they cut off the knights' legs, they would no longer be lethal, so the few remaining goblins and goblins became the main force of the battle.

Although the orcs limit the activities of the knights, their thinking is destined to not know how to attack the combination of skills like other races, that is, when the enemy is ready to attack the "wall", immediately let the "wall" dent, so that the enemy enters a state of 360 degrees of flanking attack, this is the easiest tactic to kill a strong enemy, but the orcs do not, the "wall" slowly moves inward, and from time to time there are orcs who can't help but rush out, sometimes with a large area, so this "wall" is full of potholes, and from time to time it is deformed, Sometimes a large gap is directly conjured, which leads to the fact that although the balance of victory seems to be on the side of the orcs, every step forward will cost hundreds of casualties.

The Slayer is not idle at this time, in order to ensure that Sero will not break through suddenly, from time to time he has to release a Zereth Zeres-colored sunset to replace the magic that is about to disappear with the passage of time, and the Slayer can maintain eight Zereth purple suns at a time when he is at his peak, but now there are only four, but in order to stay a little longer, the Slayer only needs to make sure that Sero will not come out at this time, after all, the victory or defeat of the battle is only a matter of time, as for the casualties of the orcs, sorry, the Slayer has no concept at all.

When there were less than a hundred of the three hundred knights left, the battlefield on the side of the entire snow-capped mountain was a little more sunken than the surrounding mountains, because the hot blood and black flames directly melted this snow with ice I don't know how much, thousands of orc corpses were piled around, and the changed plant house made people who didn't know think that this was once the residence of elves, you must know that most of them were the corpses of black orcs, which were the top existence among orc warriors, Although Az Khan's black orcs have a lot of equipment and quality, this amount is enough to make up for most of the lack of quality. The dead knights were not only completely killed, but some were burned out by their souls, otherwise there would be more corpses in this pile.

"Boom!" A huge figure on the mountain peak fell from the sky and fell on the top of the mountain, and from a distance, except for the wings that could vaguely recognize it as a two-legged wyvern, even the color of the body changed.

The Slayer looked up from the place where the Wyvern fell, and saw a giant creature like a small sun flying towards him quickly, and said unwillingly, "Az Khan, I'll leave this thing to you to solve, but you have to be careful, the new Zerez purple sun can only last for ten minutes." After saying that, he immediately replenished four new spells in a row, and then the fluorescence disappeared, and the dark aura turned into a wild aura.

"Who have I been afraid of! Even if I hit two or two, I can definitely chop them to pieces!! After Azihan took back the initiative, he shouted loudly, and the wild sound spread throughout the mountain for a while, and it seemed that he had been holding back for a long time.

"One hit two, you're so strong? Then you must not mind a dozen or three? Just as Az Khan was finishing his vent and preparing to face the wool flying from the sky, a playful voice came from the bottom of the mountain. Then a huge stone came in an instant, but the target was not Az Khan but the yarn in the sky. The stone came so suddenly, so quickly that the yarn, who had been so focused on Az Khan, didn't even notice the boulder.

"Bang!" With a bang, the stones shattered, the wool was shot down instantly, and it fell into the snow peak with a scream, rolling all the way down the mountain, fortunately, the place where it hit was the front chest of the wool, the heavy armor and the strong ** resisted a lot of impacts, but suffered some internal injuries. After rolling a few laps, he picked himself up again, flew up again by inertia, and roared angrily.

"I don't care whose pet you are! But Az Khan can only be mine! If you dare to intervene, I'll put your head on my right shoulder!" Get out of the way?! As the voice approached, Az Khan saw first broom-like orange hair, followed by a large two-horned crown and a battle axe as tall as his hair (with its back slanted), and along with his face was the angry dragon head on his left shoulder.

It is impossible not to know who it is, Az Khan, the crown of the butcher king of the Balag dwarven kingdom, the dragon head cloak made of the dragon head and dragon skin of the fierce dragon Fiscar, and the axe of, which is made of dragon blood and vengeful iron oath runes. The person who spoke was none other than the butcher king of this generation, Argrim Iron Fist.

"Where's Sero?! Oh! Trapped in magic, vampire magic? Didn't you turn those scum into your servants? I've said long ago that dead bats are the best bats!! "Grim was the only one who arrived first, and the dwarven army behind him was still slowly moving forward a day away.

"Didn't you say you wanted three to fight one?! Why stop that big bird?! "It's the first time I've met Agrim, and while I'm familiar with his legend and his distinctive emblem, it's clear that Azikhan doesn't think he's that powerful.