Chapter 157: Kill Jian Hao

Alenx's strength was so strong that everyone was not mentally prepared, and Cecil, who was carrying it in front, only felt that he was beaten to the core. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info Recker and Anne immediately drank Alenx to distance themselves, and at this time once they were hit, it was a dead end for these two crispy. Only Cecil and Corion were in front, but the strength of Alenx, who had drunk the blood of demons, was several times stronger at once. The ability is completely off the charts, and Cecil and Corion have to be beaten back several steps every time they carry it. Later, even Corion couldn't withstand the terrifying power of Alenx, and only Cecil was constantly carrying the attacks of this crazy swordsman.

A significant way of the power of demonic blood is to overdraw life to obtain powerful strength and almost endless physical strength, such a powerful heavy slash of the sword hero would have been exhausted if he used it more than 3 times in a row, but Alenx is indeed tighter than a sword now, and he is still not tired at all after slashing more than a dozen swords. This is the terrifying power that demonic blood provides.

Sanders and the ten mercenaries did not continue the chase after killing a few of the fleeing orcs. They surrounded Alan Kese, but they didn't dare to rush forward, and even Cecil couldn't resist such a strong force, let alone these soldiers.

When Alencs continued to slash Cecil, Cecil's shield was occasionally inspired by a few angry thunderbolts to hit Alenx's body, and Anne was not idle after fleeing away, and several thunderous flames and ice smashed towards Alenx. After a round of magic, Alenx was beaten to the ground. But he didn't realize that the demon's blood was so confusing people's minds, and when people were in a frenzy, they didn't care whether they were injured or not, and their physical condition was nothing in their eyes. Under the bewitchment of demons, they only have the ferocious will to kill and kill.

Cecil, who has not turned on the aura, opened all the aura that can add attack and defense to his body at this time, and barely strengthened his strength and endurance to block Alenx's attack, fortunately, Alenx, who drank the blood of the devil, could not use the original skills of the swordsman, and the demon's blood completely destroyed the skill system in the orc's body, otherwise Cecil was really not sure that he could defend against a sword storm when he used it.

Under the continuous blows, Alenx was finally defeated, Annie's magic poured into his body like desperately, in order to relieve Cecil's pressure, Annie almost overdrew her mental power in the use of magic, just like several overdrafts, this is the first time that Annie overdrew her strength after getting Sarah's inheritance, and now she has done it again in order to save her sweetheart, all just to make her mana output reach the highest in a short period of time. The spell in Annie's hand suddenly became several times more powerful, and Alenx was immediately beaten to the ground, even if he didn't know the pain, he was knocked to the ground, and Cecil went up and stepped on his body and killed him with a sword.

After seeing Alenx fall, Anne felt a sharp pain in her head, and she also fell, and Cecil didn't care about her own painful arms, and hurriedly rushed up to save Anne.

Anne's face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she was obviously in a coma again, this disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy was very great, all thanks to Anne's powerful magic to turn the tide, most of the more than thirty orcs who died were killed by Anne. However, her use of elemental magic so frequently has greatly exceeded the upper limit of the mana of a magician of the same level, especially the overdraft of her spiritual power in the end, which has greatly stimulated her magical origin. Once the fierce battle is over, there will be this state of backlash, Cecil can only carry her into the bed of the city lord's mansion, let her recover by herself, not so much to recover as to enter the situation where she must fight to the death, if she can come back to life this time, the strength of Anne, whose magic origin has been expanded, will definitely be able to go to a higher level.

Artis Glade:

In the orc tribe of Artis Glade, a legendary shaman who had aged the dragon bell was looking at the orc warriors who had escaped, and his heart was filled with grief. The death of more than thirty adult orc warriors in this battle was an irreparable loss to a withered tribe, but these thirty warriors were nothing compared to the genius swordsman Alenx, whom he valued. He believed that if nothing else, within ten years, Alenx would inevitably break through the shackles and reach the realm of a legendary sword master, this young swordsman was the hope of the entire clan, this legendary shaman had always thought so.

Now that the hope of the whole tribe was dead, he knew he was finished when he felt that Alonx had drunk the last vial of demon blood in the tribe, and when the old shaman did not feel his breath at all, the old man felt as if his soul was going to be drained.

The old shaman looked at the orcs who fled weakly, without exception, they were not injured, originally according to the old shaman's temper, all these orcs would be executed, but now he has no capital to do so. The population of his own tribe has been declining, and the loss of Alenx's private operation this time has caused a devastating loss to the few warriors. Now these more than 20 orcs are also the precious property of the tribe.

The old shaman lay on the rattan chair and secretly shed tears, the entire tribe had nearly 5,000 powerful orc warriors in its heyday under his leadership, and he was one of the few big clans among the orcs, and he was also a big man with a place in the shaman shadow moon council that the orcs united in that year.

But since the rise of Horqin, his tribe has been on the wrong side, and has been ruthlessly attacked by Horqin, defeated and fled again and again, so that the number of his tribe has collapsed, and the population of tens of thousands in the glory time is now less than 300.

The Salamane shaman was now lying in a rocking chair and was already thinking about how to keep his tribe alive.

"You've been standing down there for so long, what's the matter?" The old shaman had long sensed that this subordinate of his had been standing behind his chaise longue for many times, and had not asked questions until now.

Standing at the bottom is a young orc warrior, this warrior is less than 20 years old, of course, in terms of human aesthetics, it will not be beautiful, but even the most picky human has to admit that this orc's face has a vigorous heroic spirit.