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There was a constant sound of footsteps in the wilderness, the sound of a large group of soldiers moving. All the soldiers were running wildly, but they couldn't hear anything except their own breathing and the crash of their armor in the air. In fact, all the soldiers had a very angry look in their eyes when they saw Drake, especially when they heard the news that Drake had brought, and they almost didn't beat up the respected cavalry commander.

Now these soldiers are holding their breath, and they rush to their lord's side with all their breath. It's just that they originally delayed Chen Kai's journey for more than ten minutes, and due to the reason of the battle chase, Chen Kai and they rode their horses to other roads. Eventually, when these soldiers were taken by Drake to Chen Kai's battle position, all the battles were almost over.

These soldiers saw the sword light that rushed into the sky, because they had arrived almost not far behind Su Wan's ass. Because of this, when these soldiers appeared, those Drow Elves, who were already frightened, no longer had the courage to stay where they were, and directly chose to turn around and flee. Because there are less than a hundred of them left, and the number of soldiers rushing over at this moment is more than 3,000.

The huge infantry almost rushed to Chen Kai's side, but when they were less than a few meters away from Chen Kai's half-kneeling body, these soldiers stopped. They are all very elite fighters, and they can naturally feel the aura of vindictiveness. The fighting spirit in the air is incomparably powerful. But it's scattered and lifeless. They were not stupid, they naturally knew that their lord's life breath was far away, even if they knew that Chen Kai was a player who could be resurrected, they also felt a pang of pain at this moment.

"Everyone, take care to put away the corpses on the ground! Send some of the men to escort them back to town, and let the rest move on for me! Su Wan didn't immediately touch Chen Kai's body, but chose to order those soldiers to continue on their way. Although Chen Kai asked Drake to take him back to the town to defend immediately, Su Wan disobeyed Chen Kai's order at this time. Not only because Su Xinghe was his brother did she have to save her, but also because she, like Chen Kai, knew what a terrible scene the town would face once the caravan was robbed.

At Su Wan's urging, although these soldiers were very helpless, they still obeyed the order of the lord's wife and continued to hurry. It's just that because Chen Kai and the others were robbed and killed, they were delayed for nearly twenty minutes. At this time, Su Xinghe had already led the guards to resist stubbornly for nearly half an hour, and under the frantic resistance of the players, the Drow Elves and Minotaurs were only blocked by rushing through the fourth line of defense of the car formation. It's just that by this time, less than a thousand players have died. And the sacrifice of the aboriginal soldiers was also very large, and Su Xinghe had to put the black-armored cavalry into battle in batches. It is precisely because of their addition that the battlefield that has collapsed slowly enters the stage of stalemate.

It's just that this kind of stalemate is actually caused by some minotaurs who were busy grabbing grain after Su Xinghe ordered to open the door of the carriage and release a lot of grain. When arranging the carriage array, Su Xinghe consciously put the grain on the periphery, so that even if some of the carriages were snatched away, the loss would not be particularly large. Apparently this had worked a little bit now, but he knew better that the minotaurs who had snatched the food would soon come to their senses and continue to attack the center, as they had the drow elves who were in charge of monitoring and commanding them.

In fact, Su Xinghe still underestimated the command ability of these drow elves. Although these minotaurs are a race of servants under their control, it is not the drow but the minotaurs who currently have the dominant forces on the ground. The most important thing is that the three Drow elf powerhouses in the sky have been gradually taken away from the battlefield by the five ** divisions. At this moment, it is the Minotaur Shaman Mage who is pressing the formation. Although the old shaman was well aware of the need to maintain his relationship with the Drow Elves, he preferred to secure more food for his people if needed, rather than having the food distributed by the Drow Elves after it was shipped away, as was the case before.

After the first bag of flour was opened and brought to the minotaur shaman, he knew that the food sent by the drow elves in the past was heaven and earth compared to the food that appeared in front of him now. Although it is all flour, it is a grain mixed with mud and gravel, and now this one is all very fine flour milled. Just by looking at the flour and comparing it with the dusty flour that has been sent to the tribe, you can see which one is good and which one is bad. Therefore, the minotaur shaman looked at those drow elves with a very strange look.

However, this old shaman is still very sensible, he knows very well who is the real king in the underground world, although the Minotaur tribe is powerful, but it is not a star and a half worse than the drow elves. Don't look at the number of Minotaur armies on the ground now. But the old shaman knew very well that it was simply the Drow using their minotaur lives as cannon fodder. Once the army of humans on the ground arrives, these minotaurs roaming the ground are the best shields and cannon fodder for the Drows. It is even possible that once the humans on the ground vent their anger, then these minotaur tribes will become victims of the drow elven chariot, and under the persecution of the humans, they will be completely tied to the drow elven chariot and finally crush people to dust.

But even if the old shaman knew that this was the case, what could he do, as the patriarch of the Minotaur tribe had become a subordinate of the Drow elves, it was even more impossible for him, the old fellow, who could only be regarded as a branch clan elder at best, to interfere in the affairs of the entire tribe. At most, he only added to the drow elves on a small scale, for example, how could those minotaurs go crazy to grab food without his consent at this time. And the old shaman himself pretended to be magically inadequate. Not only was the Mud Giant canceled, but even the Rock Golem was gone, and several Minotaurs stood in a row with shields in front of him, and the old shaman regained his magic in the presence of Drow.

Look at the old shaman's appearance. The drow elf in charge of the command had a very ugly face. But he had no way to take the other party. Even if the Drow Elf is now the tribal master of the Minotaur, it does not mean that he, the commander of the Drow Elf, can command a Minotaur Saint-Rank powerhouse at will. Even if it is a vassal race of the Drow Elves, once the strength crosses the threshold of the Sanctuary, it does not belong to those who can be commanded at will, because any Sanctuary has the possibility of advancing to the Legend, even if this possibility is only less than one in ten thousand, but that is also a possibility. The most important thing is that the underworld is a world where fists have a voice, and this is especially true in the Drow Elves, a race that worships the strong. Although the commander of the Drow Elf is good, it is only a ninth-order warrior, he can command the Drow soldiers, but he may not be able to command the Minotaurs, the reason is because of the old shaman's cunzài.

Although he was angry at the Minotaur's behavior, he had no choice but to wait for the Minotaur to be crazy enough or for some Drow Saint-Rank powerhouse to come back. As for the assault at this time. The commander of the Drow Elves is not to the point of playing with the lives of his own people.

Because of these reasons, although Su Xinghe suffered heavy casualties and even abandoned many positions, they still did not suffer any damage. At the same time, at least nearly one hundred and fifty carriages remained, and even if those carriages on the periphery were taken away, the loss would not be too great. As for those drows who directly pulled up the carriage and ran away, it was impossible for the drow to move the carriage until the axles were retrieved.

However, every time the Drow Elves captured a defensive line, Su Xinghe would have some axles thrown into the defensive line. Of course, it could not be all the axles, sometimes it would be the axles of three or four carriages, sometimes it could be a dozen, but more often it would be the axles of one or two carriages. These axles could be destroyed in battle. That's not something that Su Xinghe can manage.

If the Drow elves didn't have time to pull the carriage away after the battle, the lost axles should be dealt with as usual, and that was not something that Su Xinghe could manage. Now he can't even save his life, how can he be in the mood to pay attention to this. For Su Xinghe, the most important thing now is to let more soldiers survive, let more carriages be preserved, and then delay for a longer time, for these reasons, not to mention destroying the axles of some carriages, even if he destroys a few expensive space carriages, he will not hesitate.

When Su Xinghe saw the minotaurs scrambling for food, he breathed a sigh of relief, especially when the attack of the Drow elves stopped, he exhaled heavily. Although the soldiers in the defense line were still very nervous, as the minotaur began to load the axles of the carriage and pull it away with a six-legged war lizard, Su Xinghe knew that his plan would be considered a success.

But sometimes the plan doesn't change quickly, when Su Xinghe slowly breathed a sigh of relief. A loud crashing sound suddenly came from the east. He knew very well that it was definitely not a reinforcement, because reinforcements could not come all the way. So Su Xinghe knew very well that maybe there were reinforcements in the storage zài that came over, but maybe there were more drow elves in the zài. He hoped that it was the ** division that flew away, but looking at the situation of the other party fighting on the ground, he knew that this possibility was not high. Because he could hear the clash of weapons in the smoke and dust in the distance very clearly, and the roar produced by such a violent collision was even more terrifying than thunder.

At the same time, the old shaman, who had been sitting on the ground resting, also stood up at the same time, and he directly signaled the minotaurs who were grabbing the food to enter the battle again, while he himself summoned two rock giants again at the moment when the two sides of the battle were about to approach.

It's just the moment when the two sides of the battle are closer. The old shaman's scepter fell to the ground with a clatter, and the words he blurted out made one of the fighting parties stop. "Old Patriarch of the Brass Ring!?" These were the five words that the old shaman shouted in a terrified voice, but as soon as the words came out he knew that something was wrong. First of all, he knew very well that the old patriarch in his mouth was said to have been dead for decades, and the minotaur in front of him was very young. Although the appearance of the opposite party is very similar, it is definitely not the old patriarch in his memory.

Of course, the reason for the old shaman's misidentification was very simple, that is, Arno's face looked very similar to his grandfather, or his mother. In fact, most minotaurs have similar faces, and the only thing that can tell them apart is the hair on their faces. Unfortunately, Arno, like his mother and grandfather, had a very recognizable mark, a bronze ring that looked like a gold rim around his eyes. This eye ring can be said to be the same thing as the family symbol of the patriarch of the Brass Ring Clan, and basically Arno will always have a cow in their generation to inherit this mark. But other than this, the most important thing that made the old shaman recognize the other party was the battle axe in the other party's hand. It was once the most powerful weapon of the Minotaurs, and it belonged only to the Minotaur Patriarch's exclusive possession of the Battle Axe.

Actually Senaru? Although Miscellaneous Hair is called the patriarch, not many Minotaurs agree with him, and if he hadn't gone underground with a lot of food this time, it would have been impossible to bring so many Minotaurs here. The reason is simple, it is because he does not have the tomahawk in Arno's hand.

But the next moment the old shaman picked up the shaman's scepter that had fallen to the ground, because he saw the other side of the battle with Arno, the prince of the Drow elves, who was now dependent on the other party for food? Losin. Just because he saw the old shaman on the other side, he knew that things were very difficult to deal with, because he knew that even if Arno was a relative of the old patriarch of the Copper Ring Clan, he was now with Ace? Losing fought on the opposite side of Drow. The black-horned minotaur who relied on the drow elves naturally had to make a choice, and it was to help their current masters. Or help the descendants of the former patriarch.

Because of this, the old shaman's face was very ugly, and he knew that this was a very difficult choice, but when he saw the people behind him, he immediately made a choice, and this choice was to help the drow elves kill the descendants of their former patriarchs.

"Samira? Fury Hoof! Help me kill him! "Ace? After seeing the old shaman's appearance, Luo Xin blurted out the other party's name, as the prince of the drow elves, he knew the name of the minotaur powerhouse on the ground, so he naturally knew the name of the old shaman.

"Sorry! You are my people, but I must kill you for the sake of the others! The old shaman's face was full of sorrow, and he hoped that Arno would turn and run away now, but it was obvious that Arno could not retreat. Because he had already seen Su Xinghe and them. Although he knew better that he might suffer misfortune if he was besieged by two Saint-level powerhouses, he wanted to help Su Xinghe and them even more.

"No more nonsense! Old guys! If you want to fight, you can shoot. If you don't want to fight, get out of the way! "Arno is hearing Samira? The name of Angry Hoof shook his heart because he had heard it before. When his maternal grandfather had died when he was very young, his mother had sought refuge with the remaining members of the Brass Ring tribe, but the shaman had refused because of his mother's love for humans. In the end, the people of the Brass Ring tribe were displaced in the dark underworld, and although Arno was still young at the time, it did not mean that he did not remember this. So he directly scoffed at the old shaman's words, what is it called for other clansmen, if it is really for other clansmen, why didn't he protect the clansmen of the Tonghuan tribe in the first place. Therefore, Arno chose to swing the battle axe directly after speaking, and as soon as he made a move, he went straight to the vital point of the old shaman.

Watching Arno pounce towards him without hesitation. And swung his weapon directly at his neck, as Samira, a respected elder in the tribe? Angry Hoof's face was a little ugly. Even Senaru? Miscellaneous Mao didn't dare to call him an old fellow, and the minotaur in front of him, who didn't know where he ran out, directly made him angry.

But in the face of Arno's battle axe, the old shaman did not dare to resist, because he was still a legal professional. Facing a warrior head-on, even if a shaman is close to the opponent, it is a tragic end, and distance is always the greatest guarantee for the life of a legal professional.

Fortunately at this time Ace? Losin didn't choose to let the old shaman fight alone. He used his sword to block Arno's battle axe, gaining distance for the shaman's spell attacks and life. It's just Ace? Locin somewhat underestimated Arno's combat IQ, or rather, Arno's constant appearance made him let his guard down, because in the next moment the sword in his hand was swung empty. The tomahawk, which was supposed to collide with the weapon in his hand, disappeared abruptly, along with Arno himself. When he reappeared, he was not on the side of the old shaman, but rushed directly to Su Xinghe's location.

"Chen Yi! Get ready for a magnifying move! Transmit the divine power to Arno! Seeing Arno rushing towards them, Su Xinghe's eyes, who were already a little desperate, suddenly burst into a burst of light, and he thought of Chen Yi's skill. Hearing Su Xinghe's words, Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the reserve source of faith and nodded.

"But maybe the duration of the magic won't be too long, only a dozen seconds at most, and the borrowed power won't be too much!" After Chen Yi finished speaking, he directly began to pray, and the source of faith was gradually burned, forming a divine pattern full of power and floating around him. Fortunately at this time Ace? The target of Luo Xin and the old shaman's attention was on Arno, who was galloping towards the carriage, and they did not show Chen Yi's actions, giving Chen Yi time to complete this magic technique. By the time they appeared, the foundation of the divine power transmission technique had been completed, and almost at the moment when Arno stepped into the enveloping range, Chen Yi directly targeted the divine power transmission on him.

At that moment, a majestic power was projected from the void, and the price was the dozens of faith sources that Chen Yi had managed to save during this time and the magic power of his whole body.