It was already dark, and as the night passed quietly, Ms. Bai rose into the air from the eastern shore. The moonlight shines into the Cursed Lands, but it shines through the dim haze.

Diego had been running for half a night, and although there was no shortage of water in the demon bag, his lips were still chapped and his mouth was dry. The breath that came out of his throat seemed to be no longer air, but the breath of a fiery dragon, which burned his throat even more swollen and painful.

"Damn, are those demons still chasing?" Beside him, the black panther who was running with a mouth full of foam and salivating at the corners of his mouth asked breathlessly.

Next to the panther, the other leopard ran equally exhausted. Unlike the druid's shape-shifting panthers, who adjust their internal body structure to accommodate long journeys during long runs, the physiology of wild yellow leopards does not change, and they are not good at long runs due to their unrivalled sprint speed, otherwise the soaring body temperature will destroy its respiratory and circulatory systems, and even burn out its brain. However, the days in the Cursed Land were unbearably hot, but the nights were bitterly cold, and Diego cooled it every once in a while to barely hold it up.

Diego glanced back, and in the distance in mid-air, there were still a few winged black shadows, and his green eyes stood out in the night. Although four or five have been killed by Diego along the way, these demons are still persevering in hot pursuit, and they must be killed as soon as possible.

In fact, the demons are already going crazy, they have never seen such a human running! After half a night, most of the demons had fallen behind intermittently, and returned to the basin in a huff, and now there were only three or four hundred demon races such as Cerberus and Angry Guards, who were super endurance and good at running. As for the orcs, they were almost all dead by the time they made their way through the canyon!

It was nearly midnight, and the Blue Child rose into the night sky, the moonlight shining through the yellow haze, making the night sky of the Cursed Lands seem to be clear. At this time, it was possible to tell with the naked eye that it was the Dreaddemon or the Doomsday Guard who were scattered in mid-air, and Diego climbed over another low hill, and a ravine, potholed Gobi Desert suddenly appeared in front of him.

After the Cursed Lands were eroded by evil energy, the rocks and land here became extremely crisp and loose. In many places, the silt and humus deposited at the bottom of the dark swamp have been eroded by the wind and sand, leaving only bare beds and scattered gravel.

This is how the Gobi Desert in front of me was formed. In the midst of this vast gravel desert, a valley formed by a gully widened and deepened by wind erosion stretches for miles from north to south. The bottom of this valley is rugged, uneven, and meandering. At the bottom of the steep riverbank, which is almost vertical, there are collapsed rocks piled up everywhere, and the cliff wall is full of holes, densely covered with large and small stone nests and potholes blown out by the wind and sand, like honeycombs.

In the middle of the river valley, there are many stone mushrooms and wind erosion pillars formed by wind erosion, which looks like a stone forest. Some of the most eroded ones have left only small mounds of gravel, like mounds of gravel.

Without any hesitation, several people rushed into the canyon in a row.

Just more than two hundred yards away, the demons, who had already been carried away by anger, did not have any suspicions, and directly chased after them. This valley is several times wider than the canyon exit of the previous basin, and they are not at all worried about being blocked in the canyon like last time. The circumstance of mowing arises.

Even the most suspicious Dreaddemon shook in the air a few times, but he didn't notice anything unusual before falling. Relative to their heavy size, the pair of bats behind them are not as strong as one might think, and if given a choice, they prefer to glide over long distances.

In fact, the demons were greatly relieved - this dog. Mixed. Kind, finally don't run away! If you continue to run like this, I'm afraid the uncles will run away first!

They gasped as they walked into the valley, guarding cautiously, the musket in the human's hand had made a pretty strong impression on them, and they had to guard against it.

Everything is normal, but everything is not normal. Because after walking more than a mile into the river valley, the Cerberus who were walking at the front of the line suddenly found that the smell of the human was gone!

It was completely gone, but on this unusually empty and flat riverbed, the nearest stone pillar to where the smell had disappeared was at least sixty or seventy yards away.

The demons gathered in some confusion and looked around to find out where the human had been hiding. One of the Doomsday Guards bent his knees and leaped upwards with all his might, trying to search for a target from a high vantage point in the air. But before he could spread his wings, a bullet whizzed in from afar, striking him in the chest.

In the rain of blood, the Doomsday Guard, who was almost blown in two, plunged headlong into the demon horde.

As the demons watched in panic, more than a hundred humans and dwarves emerged from the craters in the cliffs around them, all armed with crossbows and muskets!

In the next second, like locusts, crossbow arrows and projectiles rained down on the unconcealed demons from all directions, penetrating their flesh and blood. It's like harvesting crops, and the demons gathered together fall down in unison. The winged Doom Guardian and the Dreadfier were taken care of, and each of them who wanted to take off and escape was divided into a plurality of arrows and projectiles, almost becoming a sieve and a porcupine complex.

After three rounds of long-range fire, nearly 200 demons fell on the flat valley, and when the other demons who had woken up finally rushed to the edge of the valley or the shooting corner behind the mushroom stone, they found in despair that an army of 200 humans and dwarves was waiting for their arrival in a neat array.

The retreat to the outside of the valley is completely sealed!

Looking at the impermeable shield wall and the sharp spears as dense as hedgehogs above the shield, the demons hesitated, even if the demons who could insist on chasing here were the strongest and strongest endurance, but it was precisely because of this running in the middle of the night that the demons were already tired and weak, and in the face of this well-fortified defense, they began to feel afraid for the first time.

But in the dictionary of demons, there has never been a word for fear of the enemy, and these chaotic creatures with only destruction and killing in their minds seem to have self-destructive tendencies in their bones, and there is no other choice but to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy. With the bloodthirsty roar of a doomsday guard, the demons rushed forward like a tidal wave.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the demons slammed into the shield wall.

All of a sudden, the originally tight shield wall was knocked out of a few gaps, and the humans and dwarves behind the shield wall were broken and broken, and blood was splashed everywhere, but there was not only one human array, and the demon who had exhausted his momentum was poked by the spear in the back in a blink of an eye.

Compared with the battle at the Watchtower, there are more powerful races like the Doomsday Guards in the current group of demons, but the human race has long been prepared and waited for work, and for a while, although the battle was fierce, the demons could not break through this line of defense, and the battle situation was so stale.

But what the demons didn't know was that these human soldiers were not the end of their fate, and someone else was the one who put a noose around their necks. On the battlefield of flesh and blood, no one noticed, and I don't know when snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

In just a few minutes, the sky became dark. The dark clouds did not obscure the entire sky, in fact, it covered an area of only a few acres, which happened to cover the most dense areas of the demons.

In the whirlwind, the impenetrable goose feather snow fell, pasted on the faces of the demons, and then melted by their body heat, but in the blizzard, it condensed into creaking ice edges. Caught in the midst of the blizzard were countless sharp ice crystals, which were like arrows falling from the sky, cutting countless wounds into the demons' bodies.

Burning Legion, why did the Dark Titan Sargeras give his army that name? It's not that it sounds like it's crazy and cool to blow up the sky - oh, of course, it's quite crazy and cool to blow up the sky - but because the ultimate goal of this legion is to turn the heavens and all worlds into a sea of fire, and scorched earth everywhere it passes! This can be seen from the selection criteria of the Burning Legion - whether it is the lowest-level burning imp or the hellfire shrouded in raging flames, they prefer a scorching and scorching environment, whether it is a two-headed evil dog or an abyss lord who is big enough to wrestle with a dragon, they all have chaotic and scorching evil energy flowing through their bodies, and the green evil energy flames are almost overflowing from their bodies. It can be said that from top to bottom, every member of the Burning Legion is the master who longs to live in the furnace, and their proficiency in using evil energy and fire is far greater than that of any other species.

But all things are mutually reinforcing and great. Law. The blizzard of Mahalba is a spell that naturally restrains them. Compared to the ice ridges that fell from the sky, what was even more terrifying for the demons was the low temperature brought by the blizzard, and these demons had never been so cold in their lives! It's like throwing a native African native to the North Pole suddenly naked, and just the first breath of cold air in his lungs can scare him to death. The demons are now facing this desperate situation, their bodies are becoming stiff and numb in the midst of the roaring blizzard, and the wounds cut by the ice fragments mixed in the wind and snow are exposed to this low temperature, and the damage caused is almost multiplied!

But at this moment, in the face of the human race. Law. The division's spell bombardment, but the demons can only be beaten passively at the moment, completely helpless, because the Ereda warlocks have already been killed and injured in the basin, and the demons with the ability to cast spells, such as burning imps and succubi, have already exhausted their physical strength in the pursuit that lasted for most of the night, and they have reluctantly returned to the basin, as for the fear demons with spell-like abilities, they have been completely wiped out under the first wave of arrow rain just now!

Big. Law. The master stood on the top of a stone pillar in such a big way, guiding this spell boldly and confidently, and he didn't even put a frost armor on himself.

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