"Well deserved."

From afar, Ender watched Duriel blast the Clay Stone Demon and the two skeletons one after another, and he was unconsciously in a good mood. Seeing Lan Wu deflated, he felt very relieved for no reason.

The rest of the professionals watched Durell turn the tables in one fell swoop, and they all changed color. Just now, everyone had witnessed with their own eyes how powerful the eight-meter-tall clay stone demon and those two strange skeletons were. Not only were ordinary demons crushed all the way, but even Duriel was suppressed for a time to the point that he was almost finished.

But now...... A cloud cast over everyone's heart. Warlock's Canyon is a private territory under the control of Jayhain, but it is not uncommon for people to enter Warlock's Canyon to practice. After all, the demons that live in this forbidden space are far more powerful than regions such as the Dry Highlands, Mystic Oases, and so on.

But all professionals who are qualified to enter the Warlock's Canyon know how powerful Duriel is. But this behemoth in front of him was obviously stronger than the one he had heard of before, and even fought against Durrell in person.

Panic spread silently through the crowd. Everyone secretly rejoiced that they were far away. Otherwise, if Duriel exerts a little force, I am afraid that it will be injured if it is rubbed, and it will die if it is touched.

Gradually, I don't know who took the lead first. The black-pressed crowd slowly retreated. The narrow stone passage had a clear advantage over Durell's massive body. Once killed, I'm afraid it will be crushed again. No one is that stupid. Everyone knows that the only way now is to retreat to the stone castle, unite all the professionals to attack it in groups, and rely on numerical superiority to close the gap in strength.

Ants bite elephants to death.

Everyone understands this. A man inflicted a wound on Duriel. A hundred, a thousand people is enough to inflict fatal injuries on this terrifying big bug.

"Your Excellency." Hank squeezed over Ender, and the meaning was obvious. The reason why he took the initiative to ask Ying was only because Barbara secretly ordered him to follow him to keep an eye on Lan Wu. Now that Lan Wu is dead, then it's time to think about his own safety.

Durell's strength left a great shadow on his heart.

Ender was silent for a moment, then nodded decisively. The two of them quickened their pace slightly without a trace. The strong strength of more than sixty levels has a clear advantage in a group of professionals who are only about forty levels at the highest. A few minutes later, the two who were in the middle of the line had squeezed to the end of the line. The two acted cautiously, not even alarming a single person. Everyone is just a team move.

Squeezed out of the crowd, the two did not rush to evacuate this dangerous place, but followed the back of the team silently. The open stone path is not suitable for evacuation. Even if both of them were in their sixties, they couldn't quietly return to the stone castle.

Suddenly, a soul-stirring hiss erupted. Everyone's hearts were shocked, and they watched as Duriel on the stone platform in the distance launched a final assault.

"It's over."

The clouds quickly spread in everyone's minds. The team fell silent for a moment, then became chaotic. Everyone turned around and fled, never to save their face again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ende and the two took the lead, leisurely following the slightly chaotic crowd to the front.

"It's a pity." Ende was in a good mood and secretly regretted it. The crow finally found an entry point for future development, but now it has to give up. This cannot but be said to be a great regret. But it doesn't matter. A mere weak Rog camp, the ravens are big enough to swallow.

The demon corpse on the stone path has completely decomposed into demonic energy. The sky above the stone path is empty. The team retreated to the front of the stone fort with almost no hindrance, and immediately formed a new defensive line.

At this time, fierce battles were still raging on the passages in the other three directions. Every moment an exhausted professional is being carried back. Gross also sat down on the spot under the escort of Glasgow and Loved, regardless of the nobles' faces, gasping for air with an unwilling expression.

With his enthusiasm and belief in refusing to lose to Lan Wu, he led his team to force the demon army back more than a thousand meters at one point. But just as he was about to occupy a platform to establish a new line of defense, he was met with a strong counterattack from the demon. After a fierce battle, he had no potions on his body, and his mana was completely cleared, so he had to retreat under the escort of the two in Glasgow.

But as soon as he retreated to the stone castle, he suddenly heard rumors in the crowd that a strange professional rode an unimaginable clay stone demon, leading four strange skeletons to crush all the way, and the demon was crushed.

For no reason, Gross had the figure of Lan Wu in his mind. He firmly believed that this eccentric professional must be Lan Wu. At first, he was excited that Lan Wu had safely escaped back to Lu Gaoin and joined the battle against the demon invasion, but when he learned that Lan Wu had once again exerted his might, he became extremely unwilling.

If it was still the same as before, hearing this kind of strong crushing would only be worth laughing and laughing, and it would be over. But now that he had personally experienced the power of these demons, he once again deeply appreciated the power of Lan Wu.

Except powerlessness or powerlessness.

Gross was gloomy. As a proud nobleman Lu Gaoyin, he thought that he would be able to close the gap with Lan Wu by letting go of the so-called aristocratic shelf. Unexpectedly, even though he was at the forefront, he was still distanced by this guy from Rogg's camp.

This obvious gap made this Lu Gaoyin feel lost and unwilling. Gross silently poured the physical potion handed by Glasgow, and the fighting spirit in his heart rose like a flame.

The battle is not over.

I was planning to launch another counterattack after resting, vowing to close the gap with Lan Wu, but I suddenly saw a large group of people retreating from the empty stone road.

"Love, go over and have a look." Gross chuckled in his heart, and a hint of something bad was happening in his heart.

Raffard answered and strode over. It didn't take long for him to turn around and tell the truth what he had heard. At the end, he shook his head with relief and smiled: "When you meet such a demon king, even an angel can't deal with it." Not to mention that arrogant boy. ”

Gross was silent, his mind blank. Now he has completely changed his view of Lan Wu, and he unconsciously uses Lan Wu as a flaunt. Such a hero was unexpectedly beaten by the Demon King Duriel...... He was a little unable to accept this reality.

He ...... He's dead? Gross was shocked, completely unable to believe that it was his own voice. Sinking, lost, confused...... It's all a loser's tone.

"Uh...... I don't know. Loved was also stunned by Gross's tone, and stammered back, "All they saw was that clay stone demon and two skeletons being blown up by Duriel." The last thing we saw was Duriel attacking the kid and the two remaining skeletons. I guess if there are no surprises...... He's dead. ”

"It's a pity." Glasgow suddenly let out a sigh in front of Gross, and his big rough hands scratched vigorously on his bald head.

Gross was stunned and looked up at Glasgow in surprise. The latter saw his gaze and laughed at himself, "My lord, I mean it would be nice if he could kill Dureel. ”

"yes, if only he could kill Duriel." Gross smiled self-deprecatingly.

Glasgow was stunned, and looked at Raffe suspiciously. The latter shrugged innocently, signaling that he had no idea. Both were taken aback by Gross's actions.

After returning to Lugoin, Gross was a powerful nobleman in Lugoin, and he usually didn't need the two of them to follow. In less than a month, my family seems to have changed as a person. This made them a little flustered and wondered if they had missed something big.

"He's done what he can. Now it's our turn to do what he didn't do. Gross got up and reached for Loved. The latter hurriedly handed over a space bag full of potions.

"Glasgow, Love, go and gather all the men you can muster." Gross calmly commanded, "Tell them that Durrell is coming." ”

"Yes, sir." The two men in Glasgow answered the order and went to gather their men.

With a resolute countenance, Gross calmly tied the space bag to his belt, and then strode towards the somewhat chaotic crowd on the other side. When he got closer, before he could say anything, someone had already spotted him.

"Your Excellency."

Respectful greetings rang out one after another, and at the same time, the work of establishing a line of defense was not left behind, and it was still proceeding in an orderly manner. The quality of Lu Gaoyin's precipitation in the blood was fully reflected at this moment.

Gross nodded slightly, and immediately began to ask. Listening to the descriptions of these professionals, he never changed his expression, but just listened quietly. When he learned of the whole process, he began to give instructions in an orderly manner.

Orders were issued like a stream. The crowd, which had been a little chaotic, was immediately changed. It didn't take much effort, and the entrance of the passage was already operating like an iron bucket. Three horizontal, three vertical and six lines of defense form a huge pocket. The seven classes are arranged into each line of defense according to their respective bonus schools. Melee combat, long-range attack, support, etc., each perform their duties, and reasonably stick to each position.

When Glasgow and Raffe returned with all the men they could draw from the other three directions, the lines were once again reinforced, and not even a fly could fly through.

With everything ready, Gross categorically rejected the pleas of Raffe and stood in the first line of defense on the front. He looked at the empty stone path ahead, and his heart was secretly ruthless.

Lan Wu can do it, why can't I?

The people of Camp Rogge can do it, and the people of Lugoin can't do it.

In the midst of his thoughts, Gross clenched the Grey Stick of the Bane. The mana began to gather and he was ready, firing the first shot of his stubbornness before waiting for Duriel to appear in view.

But there is no further text for this.

As if knowing that a defensive line had been laid out here, Durell did not appear at all. Under the faint starlight, the six lines of defense were silent. A depressing atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

As the minutes ticked by, there was no time for Duriel to kill, and there was a little agitation in the ranks. This Duriel is so abominable. Stretch out your head and slash your head, give a good time, okay? Who can stand it if it goes on like this?

Gross was also at a loss. Suddenly, he was in a state of his mind, and he lost his voice and whispered, "Could it be that he and Duriel have been fighting until now?" (To be continued.) )