"Look for death!" Vieland was furious, and threw himself back at the berecked dwarves, as fast as the wind, and a deep ravine was plowed into the snow.

Seeing this, Molai was in a hurry, and he continued to strangle Sauron's neck with his left hand, and grabbed the crystal with his right hand.

He was gambling that if his judgment was correct, from now on, he would go from an unknown little man to the number one powerful faction in the Syndicate Army. When the time comes, he can use this to order the whole army to sweep the Alterac Mountains, and even the founding of the country is not impossible!

"This is mine!" Morai's face was distorted by too much force, and it was even more hideous, feeling the squeeze of the bone joints coming from the palm of his left hand, and his right hand grasped the crystal, grasping the greatest opportunity of his life.

Syllable!

The palm of his hand slapped heavily on the back of his hand, and something he never imagined happened, and the thin Sauron, in the near death realm, actually let go of the hand that grabbed his wrist and slapped it on the crystal first.

Hearing the sound of the rapidly approaching breaking air, Molay's eyes turned red, what if he was caught by Vielan?!

"You're going to die!" Molay roared, and punched Sauron in the face, the big fist was like a stone hammer, smashing on the door with a "pop", and Sauron's delicate face was suddenly bloody and blurred. But he still held the crystal in his left hand.

Molay, who was already red-eyed, took out a dagger and stabbed it at Sauron's elbow, "poof", blood splashed, and his arm was pierced, but Sauron's tenacity was beyond imagination, his left hand not only did not loosen, but held it tighter, and his knuckles trembled violently because of too much force.

Vielan's roar had arrived, Molai had gone crazy, he didn't expect it to be like this, but now even if he wanted to stop, it was too late.

"Bastard! Why don't you give it to me?! Mo Lai shouted with a crying voice, grabbed Sauron's left fist and twisted it to death, and the bone joint burst out like fried beans, and the bones of this left fist were immediately crushed. In unimaginable pain, Sauron, who was choked by the neck, let out a beast-like "whining" sound, and his left fist finally released, revealing the bloody crystal inside.

Molay was ecstatic and grabbed at the crystal again, as long as he caught it, his fate would probably change!

However, it was too late.

Just as his hand was about to touch the crystal, his fingertips could already feel a trace of warmth from the crystal, and suddenly he felt that his head was hit, and his eyes went black, and he fell into eternal darkness.

The dwarves over there were dumbfounded, wondering how the Syndicate bandits could kill each other when they were on the verge of the enemy, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that this big man was so powerful! They saw it clearly here, at a distance of about 100 meters, he only took 3 seconds to step over, and punched the head of the man who grabbed something, and the huge head was actually blown up by a punch!

There was a deathly silence, and the dwarves looked at each other and felt a chill at the same time. Looking back, Sorge was lying dozens of meters away, spitting blood from his mouth and motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Poof!

The headless corpse had just fallen to the ground, breaking the dead silence, the blood in the veins of his neck still gushing outward, spewing hot air in the cold winter.

Vielan's handsome face was splattered with blood, like a fierce god, gritting his teeth and panting.

Ahem!

Sauron coughed heavily, and finally took a breath, and then purple blood spurted out of his throat and drenched in a line at the corner of his mouth. He tried to raise his left hand, but he couldn't, and the pain made him tremble, and a painful "uh-huh" sound came out of his throat.

"Don't move, I can heal you." Vielan hurriedly pounced and pressed his palm against Sauron's chest.

Sauron gasped a few times and whispered hard, "First...... Kill all the enemies first......"

Hearing his words, Vielan slowly stood up and looked at the overwhelmed Thunderspear dwarves, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. However, this mood lasted only for a moment, and was replaced by anger, and he clenched his fists, looked at the dwarves gloomily, and walked towards the bewildered Rock Sheep Cavalry.

"Run!" Someone shouted, and most of them immediately urged the Bighorn Sheep to turn around and run, but the scout rushed towards Sorge, who fell to the ground.

Barely hesitating, Vielan, in the form of lightning, chased after the dwarven cavalry cluster that was running back. He was too fast to let the Bighorn Sheep run for their lives, and after a dozen seconds, they were caught up, and the two sides immediately began a scuffle.

In fact, it would be more appropriate to say "massacre", Vielan was as fast as a ghost, and those dwarves couldn't grasp his position at all, and couldn't hit him at all. And under his fierce and incomparable attack, almost every time he made a shot, a dwarf would be beaten to the ground and break his tendons, and he would not live when he fell to the ground.

At this time, the scout had just run to Sorge's side, and after a little examination, he grabbed the limp Sorge and pushed him on the back of the Bighorn Rock sheep. Although Sorge was seriously injured, he was not dead, and as long as he brought it back, he might still be saved.

But he couldn't push it up at all, and Sorge was full of ashes at this time, completely uncooperative. Unable to speak, the Sorge patriarch hung limply with one hand, while the other hand clutched the hammer and tried to shove it into the scout's arms.

"Take the Storm Warhammer with you, and the Thunderspear Tribe will entrust it to you." Sorge said with difficulty, and at the same time, blood poured out of his mouth, and it was extremely miserable. But the scout gritted his teeth and stubbornly pushed him up, refusing to take the hammer that represented the patriarch.

Finally, in despair, Sorge opened his eyes, and with a desperate struggle, both of them fell to the ground, and the hammer landed on the scout's chest with a slam of his blow.

"Let's go, or we won't be able to leave." Sorge stared blankly at the sky, muttered in his mouth, and just stared at him and stopped moving. He was already extremely badly injured, and after this hard struggle, he finally broke his heart and died.

The scout shook his head with horror on his face, at a loss.

On the battlefield in the distance, after killing seven people in succession, the dwarves finally lost their fighting spirit and began to flee regardless of the dispersion. I have to say, this move still had some effect, at least the last unlucky guy died a few minutes late, and the scout ......

The scout shuddered at the sight of Vielan's lightning killing, and finally came to his senses, grabbed the Stormhammer, ran to his mount, Rock Sheep, and slapped it hard. The painful rock sheep screamed in surprise and ran into the wind and snow in the other direction.

With this done, the scout took off his shoes, put them on his feet, and ran against his mount, the Rock Goat, into the snow on the other side.

He had only been away for a few minutes when Vielan rushed back with a murderous face, his hands covered in blood, and in a few moments he had killed all the dwarves who had scattered and fled.

Looking down at the trails on the snow, Vieland followed the hoof prints of the rock sheep without hesitation, but this time only two minutes later, he roared back to his place. Now his expression is hideous and terrifying, and his body exudes a soaring black gas, like a demon in hell, and he is afraid of it.

Looking down, after such a delay, the footprints on the ground were blurred and difficult to distinguish. After making some trade-offs, Vielan reluctantly gave up the chase and rushed towards the ice cave.

In the ice cave, Sauron was laughing miserably, and no one knew what he was laughing at. His wounds were not fatal, but they were so cruel that ordinary people could not bear such intense pain, but he was laughing, and his teeth were red and white with blood in his open mouth.

"With me, you won't die." Vielan's hideous expression instantly softened, the black aura dissipated in a blink of an eye, and he stretched out his palm, with a soft white light, and pressed it on Sauron's chest. The white glow spread, and Sauron finally stopped laughing madly and fainted. (To be continued.) )