Dejia, Morogen floating sand area.

It's a barren place of sand and pits, and even the undead natives don't want to move around. Except for the irregularly arranged abrupt hills, every inch of the other land is unsafe. You never know where you'll fall next, whether you're on solid ground or a whirlpool of sand that can swallow everything.

Ever since the demon army entered the area, there have been a number of little demons who have been eaten by floating sand traps due to their careless steps. Although the number of soldiers lost was nothing to the army in general, the continuous non-combat attrition still quickly depleted the morale of the army, especially the low-level demons.

Gradually, the pace of the march continued to slow down, and many of the demon warriors began to cringe. What's more, some little devils just trembled behind their comrades in front, stepping on their footprints and jumping step by step, like a group of rabbits going out to run errands.

"Boom!"

At this moment, on the left side of the demon army, a black lightning beam suddenly descended from the air, with a deafening roar, and hit the heads of a group of "rabbits who jump the most happily in the grid" in the team. Immediately, the thirty-odd little devils only had time to let out a miserable scream, and they were burned dry in the boiling pitch-black electric sparks, turning into a distorted mass of charred black dried corpses. Then they fell down one by one and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a large stream of flames fell in the center of a group of "negative elements" of the Demon Right Legion. But in the blink of an eye, the group of little devils who were jumping around collectively were all melted into juice. Even the surrounding humus was burned into a half-meter-deep hole in the layers of black and red flames. It didn't stop until all the flames burned out.

And being attacked by such a terrifying attack, the two demon armies on the left and right instantly stopped.

Everyone, even low-level little devils. Or the mid-level horned demons, or even those powerful high-level demons, all looked at the sky in fear and trembled, not daring to make the slightest move.

"Speed up!"

At that moment, a loud roar fell from the sky on the right.

Although it was only a short word, it set off a monstrous wave of fear in the hearts of all demons. And the strange thing is that there is a faint trace of dragon roar in this roar. Let the demon army almost tremble.

Immediately, not only did the demon legions on the right start to rush forward like crazy, but the demons on the left also rushed forward one by one. No more procrastination.

"Overseers, use your whips to gather enough demonic abominations to spearhead the way."

Then, an old, withered voice came from the left side of the air. But it ringed clearly in the ears of every demon.

Immediately. The Demon Overseers who were ordered to wield their "Whip of Death" one after another, directly smashing the nearest little demon into pieces of minced flesh, and then gathered one after another burly and strong demon abomination, and drove them to the front of the left and right armies, lined up in a horizontal row, and bravely opened the way.

And with the demon abomination "Thunder Detection", the safety factor of the demon army has increased a lot.

All the hidden sand vortexes or traps would be trampled out by the unusually heavy Demon Abomination, and the army would then be able to pass through it safely. Of course. Therefore, demonic abomination will also be lost. But after all, there are still a few large floating sand whirlpools, and some small pits can't even accommodate the giant figure of the Demon Abomination. Instead, it was directly stepped on and filled. What's more, in this way, the vast majority of the little devils feel that their safety is guaranteed, and they will not be killed by the harsh geographical state of this place as meaninglessly as just now, and naturally the morale of the army will quickly rise. And that's the most important thing.

"Your Excellency Jikfried, do you still insist on completely separating the two corps in front of the big floating sand belt ahead?"

High in the sky, the six demon poles were divided into two groups, left and right, facing each other from afar. Suddenly, the old demon warlock on the left, who was wearing a pitch-black robe, turned his head to look at the general, and said in a deep voice, with a hint of dissuasion in his tone.

"Yes, Lord Soudelo."

He didn't look up, still looking at the demon army on the ground, which had returned to its normal marching state, and a hellhound almost as strong as a dragon roared.

And unlike that, this super hellhound not only has three hideous and terrifying dog heads, but also has a red dragon head protruding from the base of its back and neck. It was this dragon head, which was no different from a normal dragon, that answered the words of the demon warlock.

"However, you should be aware that the purpose of our entry into Dejia this time is not as simple as war. And, apparently, the realm of the dead is more dangerous than all of us think. Including the two monarchs, so many Extreme Dao powerhouses suddenly disappeared here. I think it's safer for me and your corps to always be together. ”

Sighing silently, Sudtiro continued to persuade.

This fifteenth-level demon warlock was over six hundred years old, and he was one of the very few strong people who had survived the ice apocalypse alive and were still alive today. And it is also a super demon that has finally advanced from the lowest level of small demons step by step to today, which can be said to be a living demon legend textbook.

"Your Excellency Soudelo, then please tell me, how can the two armies combined all the way, with a total of more than four thousand, quickly and safely pass through the narrow strip of land in front of us, which is divided into two by a continuous area of floating sand?" It seemed that some people were impatient, or maybe the proud dragon blood in the body was rising, and the three dog heads of Jikefried and the dragon head at the top of the center turned to the demon warlock at the same time, and roared in a low voice: "If we are attacked by the undead there, once the front and rear passages are blocked, then the army of four thousand demons will become a bucket full of fat that is about to overflow, still being eaten and devoured by the undead!" ”

"But it's better than standing on their own and being broken by each other." The cautious old devil still insisted on his opinion: "That continuous strip of floating sand is very large, at least more than ten kilometers apart on both sides. In the event of an enemy attack, we will no longer be able to support each other. This is a serious violation of the strategy of His Excellency the 'Commander of the Demon Army' to send two armies of you and me at the same time to cover the advance together. ”

"But Your Excellency the 'Commander of the Demon Army' didn't want us to be thrown into disarray and huddled together to be attacked by the undead." Hearing the name of "The Leader of the Demon Army", the super three-headed dog, which was gradually revealing his anger, suddenly reined in his outward momentum. But he still insisted on his own opinion: "Or, Your Excellency Sudtiro, you don't have the confidence to rely on the two thousand troops in your hands to pass through this damn floating sand area. So, do you need me to support you with some more troops? ”

“… His Excellency Jikfried. My final word of advice: recklessness and arrogance are not the true meaning of chaos. Please, do what you want..."

At this point, the dignity of being a super extreme path made it impossible for the demon warlock to communicate with the other party anymore.

After taking another deep look at the three-headed dog, Sudiro flew to his own corps with his two strong deputy leaders.

"I really don't understand how it survived all these years? Is it by cowardice or by escapism? After the old devil's last half-admonishment and half-sarcasm, Jikfried snorted coldly and ignored it.

Soon, the main floating sand area in the Morlogan district was placed. The left and right demon armies separated, advancing along both sides of the floating sand belt, and gradually moving away.

"Lord Gilkfried is a hybrid of Cerberus and a dragon. The temperament is the most fierce and proud, and most of the time it will not listen to what you say. "In the air of the army on the right, a demon with a thin body but a black giant sword of life-size height in his hand was extremely high. Stand behind Soudelo. Said softly.

"Definitely. However, His Excellency Jikfried does have its arrogant capital, at least in front of his 'Dark Hell Realm', even if he is also a fifteenth-level powerhouse, he has to be suppressed. Without looking back, the demon warlock still looked at the left army in the distance, and sighed lightly: "I hope we can all pass through this floating sand area smoothly, and then meet the division at the other end." ”

"Your Excellency Soudelo, since you are so worried, why don't we also speed up the march. If only you could get out of here first. It is also possible to build a solid bridgehead up front, against Lord Jikfried on the left. ”

Then. Another Demon Extreme Dao also stepped forward. And it turned out to be a rare Goge Demon origin, but at this moment it was already a thirteenth-level powerhouse, with fluffy flames burning on the curved corners and curved tails on the top of its head.

"Just give the order." The old demon nodded, retracting his gaze.

At the same moment, at the other end of the Morrogan district, a huge magic sand table has been erected, and more than a dozen necromancers are doing various data records and calculations around the sand table.

Not far away, the commanders of the two blocking legions of the Alliance and the Temple of the Holy Spirit were also facing each other.

The alliance department, headed by the fifteenth-level great necromancer Negusta; Behind him are the fourteenth-rank Black Warrior Generals Amber and Moriarty.

On the opposite side, on the side of the Holy Spirit Temple, the fifteenth-level undead priest Hondoa was followed, followed by a fourteenth-level ghost lord, a thirteenth-level immortal mummy, and a ghost dragon messenger.

I have to say that in response to this blocking operation, the Holy Spirit Temple has made another bloody investment. In the case of being killed by Moriarty five strong men one after another, four more Extreme Dao were sent to participate in the battle, one more than the Alliance. It can be seen that the battle is inevitable.

However, standing opposite the "allies", Moriarty felt that it was not a close "comradeship", but an almost undisguised hatred. I believe that if it weren't for the presence of Negusta in front of him and the imminent entry of a powerful demon legion, those Holy Spirit Temple Extreme Dao Dao would definitely be the first to refuse to let him go.

But to this, Moriarty just kept smiling. There is no cowardice, no provocation, and he is as amiable as a long-lost "best friend".

Seeing this, both Negusta and Amber secretly gave someone a thumbs up.

And in a place farther away from the six powerhouses, gathering more than 100 meters apart, the two completely different undead legions were also silent. And compared to guarding against the demon army that was already not far away, in such a close position, the two undead legions were still on full guard against the opposite "friendly army". Of course, this is just some kind of habitual action.

On the side of the alliance is the relatively small but very elite Third Army Corps, also known as the "Dead Naval Regiment":

About five hundred skeleton warriors were arranged in a neat phalanx, vertical and horizontal, silent. Each skeleton warrior is armed with a sharp bone knife in one hand and a thick round shield in the other, and their bodies are taller and stronger than ordinary skeletons. In particular, the bones that make them up are hard and delicate, dense and have a hushy blue color close to sea ice, and you don't have to be close to them to feel the chill emanating from them.

Behind the Blue Skull Warrior phalanx is a squadron of lichs and a group of necromancers carefully selected and deployed by Negusta.

Finally, there is a company-sized Death Knight, who temporarily serves as the rear guard of the legion and protects the lichs and necromancers in the center. And Gauguin, as a "volunteer", is also temporarily attached to the Death Knight Company, and will attack at any time as the sharpest blade.

On the side of the Holy Spirit Temple, the main force of the legion sent by it is the "Wolf Head Army" with a number of eight hundred, as well as a high-level necromancer regiment. However, no Lich or Undead Knight was seen.

According to rumors, the so-called "wolf-headed army" is the main body of the wolf-headed people who originally lived in Tatarya. The Holy Spirit Temple managed to continuously buy were-headed slaves from the local area, and then cultivated them into half-creatures, half-undead monstrous beings through unknown secret methods.

These heads still retain the characteristics of the wolf-headed people, but the body is decomposed and even revealing black bones, and the wolf-headed army has more intelligence and flexibility than ordinary summoned undead, and can carry out more complex military orders on their own. At the same time, its body has been turned into an undead, and not only has its strength increased dramatically, but it has also become painless and tired, making it a killing machine that can only be used.

Of course, this cruel use of living life to create semi-undead is strongly condemned by other races and nations on the Great Land. Even the Necromancer Alliance despises this kind of mass murder purely in preparation for war, and naturally this also includes a certain vigilance of the Alliance against the "Wolf-headed Army".

Fortunately, because Tartaglia heard the wind in the later period, he had forbidden or warned the wolf-headed people to enter Dejia again, so the scale of the "wolf-headed army" of the Holy Spirit Temple was only maintained at the level of less than a thousand, and it could no longer be arbitrarily expanded.

Moriarty stared sideways at the "wolf-headed army" in the distance, the undead were-headed men were almost naked, armed with long-pointed knives or war hammers smeared with poison, and the pungent smell of rancid liquid was constantly dripping from their bodies. From time to time, one or more undead werewolves howled in pain, as if their souls were being whipped and burned. In a short moment, the screams came and went, disturbing the wilderness.

Moriarty's fists clenched slightly, and there was a little black flame burning in the depths of his eyes. (To be continued......)