A life-and-death contest is taking place in the Swamp Swamp, where hundreds of gnolls are besieging a swamp crocodile colony.

The swamp crocodile grows five or six meters long, with thick skin and thick flesh, and a single gnoll can walk less than two under its hands. Generally speaking, when they see a group of swamp crocodiles, jackals will choose to take a detour, not daring to provoke these terrible and vengeful creatures.

But that's just a general situation, and it's not the same if there are far more gnolls than swamp crocodiles.

As is happening now, the gnolls are ten times larger than the swamp crocodiles, and they are emboldened all at once.

The word "many people and many people" is said well, and if you have a large number of people, you dare to do what you usually don't dare to do, and those who don't dare to provoke dare to provoke you also dare to provoke.

An adult swamp crocodile lunged at it, its fangy jaw biting down on a gnoll's thigh. With a terrifying bite strong enough to shatter steel, the gnolls' legs detached directly from their bodies.

And that's not the end of it.

The swamp crocodile flicked its tail, and the long tail with ratchet barbs slapped on the gnoll's face, and half of the poor gnoll's little head was shattered. All kinds of red and white liquids flowed all over the ground, and brains, bones, and other things splashed together, and the scene made people's stomachs churn.

Some recruits covered their mouths with red eyes, bent down, and were about to vomit. Ainan moved his finger slightly, and a magical light flashed, and everyone's hearts were much better.

"Bear with me, don't be discovered."

Sloanan glared at the recruits viciously, all of them Marcus's men.

Why don't veterans like recruits?

Recruits are inexperienced and often make low-level mistakes, and making mistakes on the battlefield often means death.

Don't look at them standing downwind, the gnolls can't smell it, they don't know that there is an ambush nearby, if the recruits spit it out, they will definitely be exposed with the gnolls' sense of smell.

The so-called veterans bring new soldiers, that is, veterans will be willing to go to the battlefield at any time like now, who wants to bring a burden to drag themselves down? Think you didn't die fast enough?

That's why Marcus and Tars, the new recruits, are being pushed out.

After reprimanding the recruits, Sloanan pointed to the two sides who were fighting for their lives not far away: "Your Excellency, when I found them, they were already fighting, and counting the time you led the team to arrive, this battle went on for at least a quarter of an hour. ”

After discovering the swamp before, Ainan asked Sloanan to find a monster lair along the edge of the swamp, and he was just trying to give it a try, but he didn't expect to be found by Sloane.

No, it's not correct to say one, the truth is two - the camp of the gnolls and the migrating swamp crocodiles.

Originally, this was the territory of the gnolls, and the swamp crocodiles were used to being rampant, and these earth overlords didn't care what the gnolls thought, and they wanted to rob it when they saw that this place was good.

Although the gnolls will choose to avoid each other most of the time, this time the swamp crocodiles have bullied each other to the doorstep, which is tolerable and unbearable.

Of course, Ainan felt that the most reliable reason was that the number of this swamp crocodile group was not large, and the jackal tribe with hundreds of people was not as frightened as the swamp crocodile group expected, but used the strength of the whole clan to start a life-and-death battle with them.

Sloanan and Marcus had been fighting for a while when they came here, and when he saw that there was a leak to pick up, Sloanan hurriedly asked Marcus to inform Ainan.

"Don't worry, let them fight a little longer."

Ainan wished that the Jackal and the Swamp Crocodile would fight, both of which were a threat to humans who wanted to fight them. Now that there is an opportunity to reap the benefits of a fisherman, why not wait?

Besides, half of the recruits in the team are recruited, so it's good to let them get used to it for a long time, so as not to spit out soft-footed shrimp one by one when the fight starts.

If you really want to kill Ainan now, they don't have to, and the place where the swamp crocodiles fight the gnolls is also a swamp. Don't look at the swamp crocodile moving freely on it, the jackal will be fine if you step on it, and the human might sink directly to the bottom without even a bubble.

Speaking of this question, Sloanan was a little worried: "Your Excellency, this swamp will sink into it if you are not careful, and if the monsters are bent on escaping, we will not be able to chase them. ”

"Run?" Ainan pouted, "Then they have to have a chance to escape." ”

Sloan was puzzled, what he meant by Ainan's words was that the swamp crocodiles and gnolls would not even have a chance to escape.

How is this possible!

When the swamp crocodiles and the gnolls fought badly, they chose to come out to open the way for the large army, so it is no wonder that Ainan is not good.

You bumped into it yourself, but I wasn't ruthless.

Coldly staring at the swamp crocodiles and gnolls, Ainan thrust Frost's sorrow into the ground. Although Frostmourn didn't strike, the sharpness of its sword tip didn't have any problem breaking through the soft soil, and Ainan didn't use half of his sword to sink into the ground without using any force.

A gray aura spread underneath the ground that Sloanan and the others couldn't see, and its direction was the battlefield between the gnolls and swamp crocodiles.

Where there is killing, there will be death, and the breath of the dead has a great attraction to the sorrow of frost, and the energy of death is like a magnet, automatically sucking its breath and running there.

Frost Sorrow is forged from the body of a fallen pseudo-god, and the ice magic inside is drained by Ainan and replaced with death energy, what will happen to the living when they are touched by it, Ainan has not yet tried it, but if the dead creatures are contaminated with fun, it will be great.

The swamp crocodiles and gnolls who were fighting to the death did not notice it, and the corpses of their comrades who died in the battle were slowly turning gray, as if someone was painting them with paint.

Sloan and Marcus had been watching, but due to the mud splattering in the field, whether dead or alive, whether it was a jackal or a swamp crocodile, their bodies were covered in mud, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Ainan watched nervously at the changes in the field, it was the first time he had used Frost Sorrow, and he was excited to see what effect this rune sword with the death pattern could create.

The number of gnolls is getting smaller and smaller, and the swamp crocodile is worthy of being the overlord of the swamp of the wetland, even if the opponent is ten times the number of their own, they still have the upper hand. The gnolls paid nearly half of the casualties but only got two adult swamp crocodiles dead, one seriously injured and five lightly wounded, such a large proportion of battle damage made the gnolls finally remember the horror of swamp crocodiles.

When another gnoll brute was culled by two swamp crocodiles, finally a gnolls could not resist the attack of fear, and fled into the distance.

With the first to escape, the psychological defense line of the jackal was suddenly broken, and the remaining gnolls immediately joined the ranks of fleeing for their lives.

The rout began.

"This group of bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, but you are still four times the number of the other party, why don't you continue to fight?"

Sloan spat in disgust, despised the gnolls for not fighting the swamp crocodiles.

besieged the opponent ten times the number, and as a result, they were beaten to the ground, what a bunch of waste.

Sloan, who despised the gnolls, didn't want to think that replacing the gnolls with him and his soldiers might not be better than the other party. With the defense of the swamp crocodile, the low-level warrior could not even break the skin of the opponent without slashing three or five swords in the same place.

"That's it? It's boring. ”

Ainan motioned to the soldiers, "It's time to play, it's time for us to play." ”