Chapter Ninety-Six: Battle of Heroes (Ask for Collection Recommendation)

"The spearmen in front, the archers in the back, defensive stance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Compot adjusted the ranks of alchemy warriors, placing them on the outermost part to resist the attack of the white horse soldiers, and then dismounted himself to open the city.

Alchemist warriors only fight.

"Comport, look for death." In the distance, a roar suddenly sounded.

I saw a blood-red Mur riding a war horse and rushing over.

Even if the alchemy swordsman has an acceleration technique, he can't keep up in a short time, and Moore is one step ahead.

As for Yang Ming, he had been hiding in the shadows for a long time.

The physical injuries made Yang Ming very helpless.

The war horse roared, and Moore's tall body appeared on the horizon, getting closer and closer, and a battle axe glittered and full of killing intent.

He really had murderous intent towards Compot.

Such a brazen person who only thinks about himself is actually the same as him, he is also a hero, and he is simply embarrassing the title of hero.

Maybe it's not Comport's opponent, maybe it will be a miserable defeat, or even die tragically at the hands of Compot, but at this moment, Moore is fearless, fearless.

Even if it's death, it will make Compot uncomfortable.

He ignored the alchemy warriors under Compot's command, and the arrows of five hundred archers were even more blocked by his tough skin.

Moore has fallen into a state of madness, his own attributes have been greatly improved, and Yang Ming also found that Moore has a faint tendency to become a beast.

His two rays and his body have some gray hair growing, and two fangs in his mouth are exposed.

The fierce Moore is difficult for 10,000 people.

He rushed into the protective circle of the alchemy spearmen, and even broke up the position of the alchemy archers, facing Comport.

"What are you waiting for, go and control those alchemy warriors first." Yang Ming couldn't fight too violently in a short period of time, and the assassination of the magnates of White Horse City also had a small impact on Yang Ming's already seriously injured body.

The soldiers hurriedly fought with the alchemy warriors.

"Moore, you little guy, I'll teach you for Antonio today." The so-called loser does not lose, Compot thinks that he is inferior to Moore, but if he wants to be caught, what awaits him will be an extremely sad fate.

Did you see the consequences of Bhaktor?

Compot knew that if he was caught, the consequences would be a hundred times worse than Bhaktor's.

It's light to be hanged.

Compot's weapon is a long sword.

"Weapons of Battle." Seeing this, Yang Ming on the city wall was a little worried about Moore.

Campaign weapons are weapons that can only be equipped by heroes, weapons that can improve the hero's campaign attributes, and even the strength of the alchemy warriors under his command will be improved.

The team of spearmen and archers who had just been scattered by Moore suddenly gathered, and a little more than 3,000 alchemy warriors defended against the attack of tens of thousands of white horse soldiers.

"Death." Moore descended into a state of rage, slashing with an axe and sweeping everything.

Compot's profession is a knight.

"Charge!"

Compot vanished in the blink of an eye, and by the time he appeared, he was already in the vicinity of Moore, and the battle weapon was about to stab him.

"Roar!"

Moore erupted violently with a roar that shook the earth.

Orc Combat Skill - Beast Roar!

"Ah......" The countless soldiers in White Horse City couldn't bear to cover their ears, even the alchemy warriors couldn't bear it.

The roar that engulfed Moore's anger seemed to be integrated into this roar.

Compot couldn't bear it either, especially since he was so close to Moore.

"Die." Moore's big axe is very batched.

At the moment of death, Compot forced himself to endure the roar and raised his sword to block it.

Obstruct!

There was a clashing of gold and iron.

Compot took several steps back.

The roar gradually stopped.

The White Horse soldiers looked at each other, and Moore actually suppressed Compot?

"Again." Moore himself couldn't believe that the veteran hero Compot was not his opponent, and he was even more inferior in the confrontation in terms of strength.

"Moore, don't hesitate, this guy has been immersed in wine all year round, and he has long been wasted, take him down quickly." Yang Ming reminded.

Moore thought about it and rushed forward again.

"Damn, don't be complacent, no matter how decadent I am, I'm also a hero."

"Let me show you the true power of a hero."

Compot's clothes exploded, revealing a scar wound.

It was the most valuable medal of honor of his life.

"Why, why rebel."

"Comport was one of the heroes of Whitehorse from a young age, and it was under his protection that the city survived the hands of countless enemies."

"Why, why rebel?"

"Could it be that even he is not optimistic about White Horse City, so he has to surrender?"

The appearance of Comport's injuries made countless veterans cry.

I just feel that the future is dark.

"Let's fight." An astonishing momentum emanated from Comport's body.

He is also a hero, although the path chosen is not clear, but it is undeniable that he is a powerful hero.

Hero to hero.

Battle of Heroes!

This is a battle that belongs to heroes, and no one can intervene.

Moore was imposing and fearless.

He rushed forward again, the tomahawk was sharp, and the power was infinite, and it could split Huashan.

"You have orc combat skills, don't I have human martial arts?" Compot said, a milky halo emerging from his body.

Fighting spirit!

This is a sign that only a third-order warrior can achieve, and after the total amount of Dou Qi reaches a certain level, he can turn his Dou Qi into Kai, which can be compared to the defensive armor of the Absolute Weapon level.

Moore's axe slashed at it, leaving no scars except for a small mark.

"So tough?" Probably the first time Moore had fought with the Douqi Kai warriors, and he was surprised.

"Moore, attack his lower body." Yang Ming pointed.

Comport's Dou Qi Hua Kai can only be regarded as a castrated version, because the halo of Dou Qi on the upper body and the lower half of the body is obviously different, which is because the total amount of Conport's Dou Qi cannot keep up.

Yang Ming saw it at a glance and pointed at Moore.

This guy is brainless and will only storm one place.

Probably this is the nature of orcs, they have strong bodies, but they don't have a lot of brains. Half-orcs inherited this characteristic of orcs.

The tomahawk spun and aimed at Compote's lower body.

Compot dodged in time.

"Damn." I didn't expect the killer feature to be broken as soon as it was used.

Compot is very experienced, and he uses his upper body to fend off Moore's attacks, which, combined with his weapon attacks, makes it difficult for Moore to target his lower body attacks.

The two of them went back and forth, and the surrounding walls were much damaged, and the houses next to them were even more collapsed.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Moore forced Comport back, seized the opportunity, and once again used the orc skill Warcry.

An earth-shattering roar can burst a person's eardrums.

At the same time as he roared, Moore took out Compot's battle sword with a lightning speed.

Suddenly, the White Horse soldiers who were still fighting and the alchemy warriors under Compot's command stopped.

The White Horse soldiers stopped because they realized that the alchemist warriors were not attacking, and only a few continued.

It was Kelly who arrived just in time to get the Lord of Whitehorse to remove Comppot from his position and take back his alchemist warriors.

The tide is over.

Compot laughed miserably, and when everyone was not expecting it, he suddenly crashed into Moore's axe.

A sharp axe pierced Compot's chest.

Life gradually passed away from Compot.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha......"

"Sooner or later, sooner or later, you'll regret it."

"The city of White Horse will be broken." Compot made the last declaration of his life.