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Green blood poured from the back of the corpse that fell to the ground, and seeing the appearance of the monster, Behringer's face suddenly turned red.

Because in his eardrums he could hear more monsters with fleshy wings swarming overhead.

Huhu――――

The claws on the top of his head were extremely fast, but Behringer's speed was even faster, and at the same time as the claws swung, Behringer's figure flashed, grabbed the sticky leg, and pulled it to the position where he was standing just now, and the war knife that Bellinger carried with him smashed the opponent's head, and blood splattered suddenly.

But in the blink of an eye, Behringer's figure was enveloped in more winged ghosts.

"Protect the Commander!"

The duty of the General's Guard is to protect the General.

And the troll general Behringer is the commander of the 100,000 berserker legions.

According to the laws of the Spartan Empire, the commander was killed, and all the accompanying regiments, from centurion onwards onwards, were beheaded.

So, seeing that Bellinger was besieged by the winged ghosts.

Dense crowds of troll warriors and berserkers, all shouting "Commander of the Guard!" "Crazy pounced.

Even the blood gushed up from his throat, and his wound gradually collapsed, and he fell at the feet of Bellinger.

The desperate relief allowed Bellinger to seize the gap, and although he was slightly injured, but with the protection of his armor, Bellinger quickly killed the winged ghost who grabbed him.

As soon as his feet landed, Behringer took a stride to the left of Captain Wothorp, who was rushing to the front, grabbed his fallen figure, and grabbed the powerful claws of the winged ghost with the other hand, twisted it hard, and made a click, and the winged ghost's scream sounded.

Bellinger gave Captain Wotsop a chance to escape. Immediately following his wrist, the spear in his hand came out of his hand, turning into a streamer of light that pierced through the entire chest of the winged ghost.

Retreating back to the shield array, and the archers' defensive circle, the captain Wothorp cast a grateful look at Bellinger.

Although the other party is a troll clan, Wothorp has nothing to say, he is a smart person, and it is useless to talk about some things, otherwise it will only be redundant.

In the eyes of others. He was General Behringer's most relied on and valued right and left hand.

"Shield Berserker, immediately force the commander to snatch it back."

Vosso's ordinary red eyes were bloodshot, and the enemy from the sky came so suddenly that the high ground was defenseless.

Five minutes later, he personally led a shieldman on his back to snatch Behringer from the winged ghost's hand, only to find that the troll general's shoulder joint appeared to be dislocated.

"Your Excellency, you're hurt."

Hearing Votsop's prompt, Bellinger sneered, "This arm." It's useless. ”

Then the firelight, Bellinger reached out and touched it, and the sticky blood stained his arm, and the entire arm was broken by two-thirds.

I watched as a winged ghost pounced from a rain of arrows. The goal is still yourself. Behringer didn't use it at all, and with one hand he removed the throwing spear from his back and cut an elegant arc in the air, with a muffled "poof". The opponent's forehead cracked in response, and blood suddenly gushed out from the head of the winged ghost, falling from the top of his head, and in the blink of an eye, he was dismantled by the berserker's sword.

But nevertheless. Countless berserkers were still attacked and captured by the Winged Ghosts, and in the blink of an eye, the living warriors fell from the sky and turned into a corpse with nothing but residual heat remaining.

There are just too many enemies.

In addition, the defense line under the high ground has collapsed, and the entire steep slope of hundreds of meters has become a seeping slaughterhouse, and by the light of the fire, all the corpses of berserkers who have been scratched by the winged ghosts have their brains shattered.

In the second half of the night, thousands of berserkers were killed in blood.

Behringer personally grabbed Captain Wan's arm and said, "Wothorp, we can't hold on. The warriors dug a cave in the rock wall and went in to defend it until dawn. …… After dawn, if you're still alive, go back to Eagle's Nest and tell the god of war what happened here. Bring the news of these evil creatures back to the Empire. ”

Wusop was exhausted and confused. He was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether the enemy was his own or his own.

Moments before being dragged into the cavern, the screams of a hundred thousand berserkers resounded throughout his eardrums. In his final sight, Bellinger and his few troll warriors dove headlong into the darkness of ghouls.

Hundreds of berserkers fought desperately to defend the hole, and in the fiercer battles that followed, Wothorp spent the longest night of his life.

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The sky was white, the sky was covered with clouds, and the blood-soaked raindrops fell on the blood-soaked land.

The dense ghouls and winged ghosts all disappeared into the cold mist.

It was a gloomy morning with a cold wind blowing.

The corpse in one place filled Wozop's heart with fear and despair. Looking back, there were less than ten warriors left around him who were on their knees and weeping bitterly.

Yesterday's shocking legions, majestic warriors, and hunting banners have turned into scarlet wreckage.

The general's face was also overshadowed by the thin mist.

At a glance, the Sunset Fort in the distance is safe and sound, and the Sunset Plain is still yesterday's Sunset Plain. It's just that there are more corpses in the ground, and everything in heaven and earth is lifeless and lifeless.........

A thousand meters away from the central highlands of Sunset Plains.

The Grand Duke of the West, Kashion, was silver-haired, sitting on the back of a tall warhorse, twitching the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "Tsk, a legion of 100,000 people has evaporated in one night. Of the Seven Great Temples, only the Temple of Darkness and Annihilation has such magical power. ”

Listening to the Grand Duke's muttering, Cicely, who had just been canonized as the Countess of Sunset Castle, seemed to be very dissatisfied and muttered, "It turns out that this is the God of War in the North you are talking about." didn't even show his face, he died silently. ”

Kashien raised his left hand and stretched out his index finger and shook it gently, "No! This was not his main legion, and that man did not appear on this battlefield. Well, the commander of this legion is like a legendary troll. Damn, these savage species that are supposed to exist in the Savage Continent shouldn't have set foot on the land of Central World. ”

Hearing the Grand Duke's negation, Ciceli's eyes rekindled interest, "So, the god of war in the north, the legendary boy of the Reinhardt family, he didn't die, he just didn't appear............ Oh. Look, father. Someone survived this battlefield! ”

Ciceli's shocked voice immediately aroused the vigilance of the knight of the White Grove.

"Don't panic, let them get out alive. Bring the news here to their god of war, to the brat who is arrogant enough to dare to call himself the emperor and the god of war, and the Sunset Plains will be his final destination. …… Damn, it's raining again, and we're going back to Fort Sun, right away. (To be continued......)