If the Dark Elves were a nightmare to Annie, then what they felt was hell when they faced Heroth.

"Hahahahaha!!"

The huge, blood-stained red giant sword swung wildly in the air, bringing one sword light after another, the petite girl walked forward slowly, the huge iron sword in her hand whistling through the air, the jagged blade was like the sharp teeth of a beast tearing at the flesh and blood of the dark elves, every sword waved, you could see the scene of flesh flying, everything in front of her was bright red and slippery, and viscous blood and shards were stained all over the ground. And at this moment, there is only fear and despair on the faces of those dark elves.

The battle of Syros is not as big as that of Little Bubblegum and Annie, as soon as it comes up, the map cannon clears the field and then directly crushes it. On the contrary, this crazy-looking girl made a very crazy move at the beginning, in the face of hundreds of gray dwarves and bear goblins, she did not use magic or protect herself, she just carried the exaggerated giant sword in her hand, without even the slightest hesitation, and just rushed straight towards everyone.

In the beginning, the dark elves did not take the girl seriously, on the contrary, the suspicious dark elves even wondered if it was some kind of conspiracy of the other party. After all, Heros is really too "above board", and for the dark elves who are keen on conspiracy theories, they will of course wonder if the reason why the girl in front of them is so unscrupulous is to attract their attention and then turn the tiger away from the mountain or something.........

But soon, they realized that there was no conspiracy, that there was only one person in Heros, and that she was really defenseless, even if she would blow herself up to the dark elves. Because in front of them were hundreds of bear goblins and well-armed gray dwarves, and the other party had nothing to care about at all except the ridiculously large sword in his hand. Even the princess dress on her body was in tatters, and in the eyes of the dark elves, even if this girl was very strong, she faced so much cannon fodder alone in an unprepared situation. Then in the end, it will still be a defeat and death. Looking at the figure rushing towards her with a big sword, they could almost have predicted that she would be surrounded by these slaves, and then die with several stabs in her body.

Unfortunately, they guessed the beginning, but not the end.

Syros was indeed defenseless, and in the face of the gray dwarves who stood in her way, the girl just laughed and raised the greatsword in her hand, and then swung it down vigorously. She heard a loud "boom", and the gray dwarf in front of her was instantly smashed to pieces. Although they were all dressed in steel armor that was strong enough to withstand sword attacks, they had no effect in front of Herose's greatsword. But at the same time, the slaves from other places were already rushing up, and then they beckoned to Herose with the slashing of swords.

The sharp knife and axe slashed at Xiluosi's body without cover, not an afterimage, nor resisting, and almost everyone saw that the petite girl's body was pierced by a dozen sharp mist almost instantly, slashing in. Changed the words of ordinary people. Then it is a pity that you can't die anymore, but that's a pity. They don't know that they're not dealing with ordinary people.

It wasn't until Heros laughed and raised her greatsword again that they realized that they might have encountered a terrifying opponent they couldn't imagine.

"It doesn't hurt enough!! It doesn't hurt enough!! Push harder, push harder!! I want more pain. Hurry, keep going!! Hahahaha. It hurts, so let's hurt it too!! ”

"Whew............!!"

With a madman-like scream, Heros swung her greatsword again, only to see the red greatsword pass through thin air. The next moment, countless flesh and blood flew up, only to see that with Xiluosi as the center, a radial flesh fan immediately appeared in front of him, and a large area of bear goblins and gray dwarves were bitten directly from the middle by the ferocious, sharp giant blade, and for a while, blood, flesh, and internal organs flew in all directions, dyeing the earth in front of him into a dark red color. But Heros didn't care about this at all, and she continued to move forward, the giant blade in her hand without the slightest intention of stopping, and swung forward again.

Again, again, again.

It's like a bored squatting next to the ant nest in the afternoon, patiently crushing the ants that crawl out of the hole to death one by one.

Finally, the slaves were timid, and under the "education" of the dark elves, the slaves, who were not afraid of death, now finally began to retreat. Faced with the huge iron sword, and in the face of the girl who was covered in blood and her clothes were tattered, they chose to retreat for the first time. Even though the dark elves behind them picked up their long whips and whipped them hard, cursed, and even drew their swords to kill a few of the retreating slaves, even this could not stop them from retreating. Even in the face of the threat of the dark elves, some slaves who were terrified to the extreme even took up arms and launched a counterattack against the dark elves!!

For a moment the scene became extremely chaotic, but Heros continued to move forward, crushing and tearing apart everything that dared to stand in her way with a maniacal laugh, enjoying the pleasure of trampling their corpses on. And it is this kind of pleasure that makes the dark elves feel cold, they will also enjoy the killing, but this enjoyment is utilitarian, because this killing will bring them a higher status, or eliminate a competitor, or complete the important task of the family. It is this satisfaction that makes the Dark Elves so keen on murder and backstabbing, but they could never imagine anyone simply taking pleasure in the process of killing, killing, taking and tearing a life. Seeing that Heros was simply wielding a giant sword, excitedly watching the people in front of her as they were torn apart under her attack, screaming, wailing about the scene of death and her eyes lit up, even the dark elves felt a cold chill rushing up from behind them. They almost froze themselves.

"Explode the arrow, aim at her, explode the arrow!!"

It wasn't until Herose trampled on a dwarven head with a happy smile again that the dark elves could no longer hold back their fear. Soon, with the sound of the command, dozens of dark elves suddenly lifted their cloaks, and then took the delicately made bow and crossbow from their waists - the special poisoned arrows of the dark elves were completely useless to Heros, even if they could accurately shoot the crossbow arrows into Heros's eyes, it was only a matter of flicking the hair for the girls to be ignored.

Heros is the perfect undead.

As the prototype of all the undead originally created by the Dark Dragon, Heros has the strengths of all the undead, but also lacks their weaknesses. The only weakness is "reproduction", which is why the dark dragon finally gave up on the necromantic puppet, originally he hoped to find a way to solve the problem of the reproduction of the undead, but unfortunately, it is still a problem until now.

But beyond that, Heros has all the advantages of the undead.

"Boom Boom Boom!!"

Soon, with the movements of the dark elves, dozens of arrows glowing red radiant shot at her, and then the girl's petite body was completely engulfed by the flames of the explosion, and disappeared without a trace. Thick black smoke mixed with bright red brilliance erupted, and many dark elves turned their heads when they saw this scene. They were also not used to the bright light of the explosion, but now, as long as they could destroy the enemy, they didn't care so much.

The black smoke from the explosion enveloped the battlefield, and the dark elves held their breath, staring warily and uneasily at the fog in front of them. If it were someone else, the Dark Elves would now be able to use their special night vision skills to see if the other party was dead. Unfortunately, Heros was a dead man, so in the night vision of the dark elves, she was no different from the stones on the side of the road. If any of the Dark Elves tried to find Heros in this way, they would end up dying even worse.

Is it over?

Looking at the billowing black smoke in front of them, due to the particularity of the undead creatures, the dark elves were not sure for a while, they just stared at the black smoke in front of them, guessing uneasily in their hearts. Naturally, the dark elves had already seen through the fact that Syros was an undead creature, but unfortunately, as an underground race, their means of dealing with the undead were very limited. Of course, the Dark Elves also possess psychic spells that can heal, but this psychic spell only works on the Dark Elves, and is a curse that is so vicious as to vomit blood on other creatures. It can be seen that this kind of spiritual magic, which does not contain divine power, is meaningless to the undead. Therefore, they can only choose to use explosive arrows against Heroth, after all, the undead are still afraid of fire, aren't they?

Seeing that there seemed to be no situation in the black smoke in front of them, the dark elves couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment, suddenly, a slight sound of metal friction sounded.

"It's ..................!!"

Hearing this voice, the dark elves' faces suddenly changed greatly, but before they could make any more moves, the huge iron chain suddenly swung out of the black smoke, and under the entanglement of the iron chain, they slashed towards the dark elves! (To be continued......)