Violent, bloody......

The Ember Bringer wielded in Ares' hands, and with the Hammer Knight on the side, the battlefield once again turned into a killing field. No, it should be said to be a morgue...... The flesh and blood of the fishmen splashed in front of them, and it was obvious that they were numerous, but they could not defeat the Brute Hammer Dwarves, who only had a few hundred people, and the Ares who stood among the dwarves like a perpetual motion machine of holy light......

In the bright golden light, Ares swung his holy sword, sword after sword, slashing, thrusting, slashing, slashing, slashing the fish-man soldiers to pieces...... A fish-man bravely pounced on the top of Ares's head, and was pierced through the abdomen by Ares from the bottom up, and then, like a fish-piercing skewer, the fish-man was disemboweled, and the disgusting internal organs suddenly flowed down.

Behind the scenes, the five fishmen attacked in groups with a large number of them. Swept by Ares's turn, the Ash Emissary, full of the power of holy light, slashed out a golden arc in the air, and with one blow, sent the five fishmen up to the western sky, lying at the feet of Ares.

The valor's heroic battle made the dwarves' blood boil, and the Hammer Knight roared and fought around Ares, and the corpses of the fishmen around him continued to increase, like skewers, piled up one by one, almost reaching the height of the dwarves......

The fish people were stunned, they looked at each other, as if doubting their own intelligence? It's not about fighting at all, it's about sending people to death......

But moving forward is death, and going backward is also death...... The army of fishmen sandwiched in the middle was not human on either side, so they could only bite the head and continue to send them to death...... Because after weighing the pros and cons, they found that the group of "perverts" behind them was more threatening, it was a blood elf hunter who had fallen into a frenzy and a group of Hanagars who could cast spells.

Gradually, the fish-men who stood between Ares and the demon hunter were cleared less and less, and their corpses were like ants, covering every corner of the hall.

"Well done, human."

When the thousands of fish-men were cleaned up, a strange taunt sounded in the darkness.

Ares and the Hammer Dwarves turned back at the same time, and at the end of the darkness, a figure gradually appeared, his figure almost disappeared into the shadows, only two blood-red eyes were so conspicuous, revealing a strong killing intent.

"him, Ares, don't talk nonsense with him, come one to kill one, come one to kill one hundred!"

Frank, the Hammer Knight, was a little impatient, and he grasped the hammer in both hands, staring at the shadows that were approaching in the darkness. Until they are completely exposed to the light.

Through the light of the Ember Bringle, Ares saw them clearly—a blood elf, and a group of Naga Sirens. And that blood elf was obviously not an ordinary blood elf, his eyes were already blind, but like the demon hunter, through the thick eye cloth, he seemed to be able to see things ahead. Or rather, he's the Demon Hunter......

"Shorty, don't think I can't see you, you're less than half my height, you'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise, later, when I solve this big lord, the next target will be you."

The Demon Hunter let out a sneer.

He got closer, and Ares noticed that the carthing's feet had completely turned into hooves...... That's the hoofs peculiar to demons.

In an instant, Ares suddenly understood something, the Blood Elf Demon Hunter in front of him was not only an elf, but also a demon...... A strange creature somewhere between an elf and a demon, which may be one of the reasons for his madness, a hunter who once vowed to hunt down all the demons in the world, but finally accepted the power of demons, just like Illidan. It's just that whether Illidan has gone crazy or not, Ares doesn't know now.

“……”

Frank, the Hammer Knight, originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the powerful momentum on the other side, his feet suddenly softened. He still held the hammer in both hands, but seemed a little speechless.

"Darkness, demon!"

Until the Night Elves roared in anger. Like Ares's observations, they noticed that something was wrong with the blood elf. And, soon drew the bow and aimed at him.

At the scene, without a few words of dialogue, they began to meet each other again.

The Demon Hunter scurried to his feet, and Ares pulled out the Ember Bringer and fought it with all his might. Even Cthun has fallen under my sword, what else can stop my sword? Ares roared, and the Ember Bringer unleashed an endless stream of light and heat, instantly illuminating the deep dungeon hall.

In an instant, the Demon Hunter Leosheras also raised his sword to meet him, and the other Nagas fought with the Night Elves and Hammer Dwarves. The scene is like a recreation of the original attack on the Hellfire Fortress, but it is not, because Naga is not an orc, and Leothiras is not Kargas, and their attacks are completely different.

The demon charged rapidly, so fast that Ares could only see afterimages appear in the air, and in just an instant, the demon hunter appeared in front of him! Then, before anyone knew it, the blade danced wildly!

The green evil energy filled the air, and the burning green flame made Ares's eyes dilate rapidly, and he never thought that his opponent would make such a quick move! Not even a chance to react. The magic blade was almost grazing against his throat, but Leoselas pressed it, and under the black gauze, a pair of blood-red blind eyes became sharper and sharper.

The Hammer Dwarves had no time to come to the rescue, however, at this moment, I don't know if it was their subconscious that clenched the Ash Emissary, or if the Ember Emissary had originally planned to fight back. The Demon Hunter's blade snapped up, and almost at the same moment, the Ember Bringer met him.

The Ember Bringer glowed with a scorching golden light, the Blade of Hope burned with demonic green flames, and the two weapons slammed into each other in the air, making a piercing metallic thud. A dazzling flash of fire sparked, and with this head-on confrontation, Ares and the Demon Hunter both roared backwards.

Ares didn't expect Leocellas to have such a quick outstretched hand, and Leoselas didn't expect the paladin in front of him to have such great power. Both sides underestimated the strength of the other and began to re-examine this opponent. They circled the field.

Leothera held the Apocalypse with his black-nailed hands, spinning nimbly. Ares, on the other hand, held his sword in both hands and stared at his opponent.

"You're one of the most powerful fighters I've ever met."

Leosheras spun her magic blade and spoke dismissively, deliberately making the last two words clear.

But Ares ignored it, concentrating on how to deal with the battle.

Paladin's fighting is full of power, however, it is certainly not as agile as a demon hunter with a magic blade. The reason why Leothera didn't dare to attack easily anymore was because he was afraid that the greatsword, the glittering greatsword, the energy emitted by the holy crystal was enough to destroy his body, even if the master holding the sword did not have enough combat skills. But the weapon was deadly, Leoselas paced back and forth, thinking, like Ares......