"Kill them, pets, there's not one left." The maid Tituba grinned, and she waved her hand to let the spikes attack.

Of course, the swordsmen and the priests of light will not just let these spikes kill, counterattack is inevitable, this is even known to the players, but what the players care about is that every time these swordsmen die more, they will have a lot less reward, which is what the players cannot tolerate the most.

"Come on! I, Hemet, have no fear! One of the swordsmen standing at the front except for the Sword Saint Albert suddenly shouted, and then he began to walk towards Albert's side, "Your Excellency the Sword Master, I hope to be able to untie the shackles on my body, do you allow it?" ”

Albert didn't have much choice at this time, so he could only nod, but Albert couldn't have too much hope for this shackle on Hemmit's body, and if his apprentices came together, his chances of victory might be greater. But now there is no choice, Albert has to try everything.

"Come on, then." At this time, Hermit spoke very confidently, originally he seemed to be a maverick in this group of swordsmen, but now he looks even more uninhibited, "I haven't tried such a refreshing feeling for a long time." ”

"But if we go back alive, this shackle will still have to be added, this is your cultivation." Albert reminded.

"I know, but let's talk about it when it's safe to get back, the gaffe isn't as optimistic as we thought it would be. Here they are. Hermit raised the long sword and carried down the attack of two spikes at the same time, but the long sword in Hermit's hand did not withstand several attacks, and soon the long sword was broken into several pieces, Hermit pouted, and pulled out the giant sword behind him without much thought, the body of the giant sword was as black as ink, and the stone texture was with a metallic luster, this is the most important thing after Hermit untied the shackles, the black dragon sword.

We won't talk about the origin of this sword first, but Hemet must use this sword in this battle to increase the chances of survival for the group. Seeing Hermit swing as fast as an ordinary long sword, the black dragon sword broke an arm-thick spike with a single slash, and then backhanded another spike that was about to attack behind him, and this calf-thick spike could not be stabbed with a single stab.

Although the other people on the battlefield were not as brave as Hemmett, they also used what they had learned all their lives in order to survive, and they didn't dare to hide any strength and means at all.

Albert also dealt with the two largest spikes alone, but he couldn't help the two spikes, so he could only delay as much time as possible, as long as the people behind him eliminated the other spikes, then the remaining two would naturally not be enough to fear.

Tithuba watched from the sidelines and didn't speak, he was observing the people on the battlefield, these spikes were only a small part of the strength of her pets, and when she observed the full strength of these people, she came to make the final comeback, "Don't think too simply, swordsmen. The maid murmured.

However, what neither side notices is the imminent arrival of the Queen of Lamentation. As one of the places with the strongest abyssal aura in the vicinity, it was not difficult for the Queen of Wailing to find this place, and it was also an agreed location.