Before he knew it, Allen had advanced nearly twenty yards or so in the direction of Pengat, and on the narrow passageway, there were rows of Bimon warriors.

Seeing the killing god come over step by step, the two Bell Bear officers kicked the hesitant Pyg warrior in front of them to the ground and greeted Allen.

Known as the king of the Beamon infantry, the Bell Bear Man was already furious at this time, as a grassroots officer, his subordinates were slaughtered by the other party like a cub of the slaughtering saror, how could he bear it.

The anger had already made them lose their most basic judgment, and they subconsciously waved their claws and slapped at Allen.

In the face of this kind of Beamon class that had almost killed him, Allen, who had long since changed from what it used to be, just bent down slightly and flashed the opponent's claws, and with all his strength, he was a blow to the yin foot.

There's no way, who told the Bell Bear man in front of him to grow too tall, Alan can't jump up and slap people in the face.

Holding his crotch and kneeling on the ground in pain, he was greeted by a big mouth from Allen.

In the eyes of Pengart and Lonningt, Allen just opened a bow with two hands at the same time to reward the Bell Bear Man with two mouths, but if it is changed to Allen's previous life, people who know the goods will understand that this trick is called "Twin Peaks Piercing Ears".

The ear, the auditory system of most intelligent beings, is generally caused by tinnitus and even vertigo and loss of resistance after being hit hard.

The meaning of the doublet piercing ear is similar to that of slapping the big mouth, but one is to slap the face and the other is to the ear.

Of course, the eardrum rupture and severe pain caused during this period can also lead to shock and death.

Although there is no accurate measure of Allen's own physical strength, it is no problem to push the iron mountain twice around.

The result of the double-peaked piercing ears used under such great force was that the Bell Bear warrior fell to the ground bleeding from seven holes on the spot, and the big hairy face plate turned into the face of a public melon seed with an Oba stick as if he had undergone surgery in a private plastic surgery hospital.

It's just upside down, the person is round at the top and pointed at the bottom, he is pointed at the top and round at the bottom.

After eliminating a bell bearman officer in an instant, the remaining bearman subconsciously covered his crotch with his left hand, but still rushed over with a huge claw.

Alan leaped into the air, and a dove rolled over in the air to dodge the giant claws behind the Bell Bear officer, and elbowed him on the back of the head.

The poor fellow, the pontine medulla oblongata and cerebellum at the back of the skull, suffered a counter-elbow blow from Allen, and his body fell to the ground limpily without any surprise.

Alan felt that bears were generally quite resistant to beatings, and slashed at his heart.

He thought the pose was handsome, but it was actually very stupid。。。。。

In a moment, the two Bear Bears were eliminated, and the remaining Bear Man officers, who were slow to react and did not rush in time, became the only bear man survivor, and stood still with a frightened face, and Alan was not in a hurry to make a move, and said after a playful look at him: "It was said that Lao Tzu wants to empty a street." ”

After Allen finished speaking, he turned around with a sly smile and walked back.

The bearman officer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to admit his cowardice, but the other party was too strong, this Nima was a barbarian in the wasteland, not a giant in the skin of a barbarian, right?

Even if the strength is great, and the opponent's body is like a ghost, leaving a corridor of corpses between retreats and rushes, and the Praetorian Guard armor on his body has no trace of being attacked, which is simply impossible in a small-scale melee.

The bear-man officer was a little ashamed in his heart, remembering that he was a heroic bear-man of the Bell tribe, he was just about to rush out without fear of death, in the silent corridor, the sound of a brittle skeleton startled him, there was no way, just now every time there was such a sound, a Beamon warrior would fall.

Staring, the bear-man officer's eyes were cracked.

I saw that Allen was like a hard-working young man, but all the Beamon warriors who were lying on the ground and still struggling in pain, he treated them equally, squatted down patiently, and then twisted the other party's spine.

It's not that Eren is too cruel, but he believes that these Bimon warriors who have fallen to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness will definitely wave their butcher knives at his head without hesitation once they stand up again.

On the battlefield, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

Therefore, Alan does not have the slightest burden in his heart, whether it is his neck or cervical vertebrae, they are all connected to the central nervous system of the brain, and he only needs to twist the other party's head more than 180 degrees with his hands staggered.

Seeing that his subordinates who had lost their combat effectiveness were like animals waiting to be slaughtered, obviously they had lost their combat effectiveness, and the other party still killed the killer, the bear man officer couldn't hold back any longer, his anger dissipated his fear, he rushed back with a loud shout, and some crazy waved his huge claws to tear this barbarian apart.

Hearing the noise, Alan sneered and glanced back, just a glance, the bearman officer was like being frozen, and the fear that had just disappeared returned, even stronger than just now, making him unable to take a step forward.

There was no mercy in his cold eyes, and he looked at him as emotionlessly as if he were looking at a corpse.

In the skirmish, the bearman officer could only see the enemy's constant attacks and unusually swift figures, and only now did he pay close attention to the appearance of the other party.

The combination of cold eyes and two long sword eyebrows is even more ruthless, and the deep facial features are estimated to be very handsome in the territory of the human race, and the broad body and the bronze muscles exposed under the armor are extremely beautiful, and the streamlined muscles are not at all the same as their Bimeng warriors, more lethal and flexible.

But such a handsome and strong guy killed more than a hundred Bimon warriors who climbed to the city wall in less than a quarter of an hour, and now he is still alive, except for him, there are only two Orephin elephant warriors and the squad commander Pengat.

Alan finally finished his work, stood up and stretched, as if he had just woken up from a nap, instead of squatting on the ground and twisting the spine and neck of the Beamon warrior.

"Go and tell Mourinho that my offer is still valid and that I will spare everyone except the Son." Alan moved his arms and fingers and other joints again, and continued very arrogantly: "Lao Tzu is here, I'll see who the can rush over." ”

Pengarte wanted to refute two sentences, but he knew that what the other party said was right, unless the priests could come to help or the Lion and Tiger Janissaries all rushed to support, or only with some grassroots soldiers, no matter how many people there were, this corridor was too narrow, it was like waiting in line for people to slaughter.

He wanted to kill the other party with his life, but unfortunately it seemed that this barbarian had a counterattack, and he didn't even see sweat on his forehead, what kind of physical strength does this need?

Pengarte was a proud lion prince, he fought since he was a child, he began to fight, he began to kill people or be chopped, he chose to retreat strategically, and even fled when faced with too many enemies, but he never feared, until today, he tasted fear, a deep sense of powerlessness instantly enveloped his whole body.

Eren stood there so casually, as if it were an insurmountable mountain, and Penggart couldn't think of a warrior who could compete with him alone, at least not the Prietorian Guard, unless it was an orc warrior who had mastered the madness.

With a wave of his hand, he called down the harpy hovering behind him, and after whispering, Pengarte wanted to leave the damn walls and the cursed corridor full of corpses, and he would have jumped off the wall and ran if it weren't for the two Orephine Hercules in front of him.

In fact, the two Orephine Hercules, who were nearly four meters tall, also secretly bitter in their mouths, they were a little glad that the corridor in front of them was less than four meters high, so Pengaat did not order them to participate in the battle, otherwise their brothers might have been twisted by the other party.

Although they think highly of themselves, the barbarian in the corridor seems to have a lot of experience in beating guys with rough skin and thick flesh.

Alan didn't have to wait long, and the harpy man soon returned, and not only did the birdman come back, but he also brought a dirty bad old man.

"Damn, what's the matter, do you still want to touch porcelain?" Alan walked over with a cruel smile, there is no such thing as respecting the old and loving the young in the Saint Cassis Continent.

However, in the next scene, Allen's eyes jumped, and his body retreated violently.

This dirty old man held a staff made of unknown beast bones in his hand, which was inlaid with teleportation crystal rough stones, and after gently waving a ghostly light, a portal less than two meters high appeared on the city wall, and after a few moments, dozens of wolf cavalry riding Beamon's giant wolf rushed out of it one after another.

Alan had finally identified the bad old man on the city walls, a sacrifice, and at least a war sacrifice.

The bones made into a staff weren't staffs, they were his amplification instruments.

The priests who are also elemental users, the magic they cultivate or have in their bodies is not called elemental, but singing, which summons the elemental through chanting, and finally casts a war song.

The form of the battle song is presented by the aura, some benign support to the companion, and some vicious to the enemy.

The higher the level of sacrifice and the deeper the cultivation, the shorter the time for chanting the war song, and the more directions the war song covers.

Of course, there are also extremely advanced sacrifices that can accurately reduce the range of the war song to a radius of less than a number, which is the so-called single-control war song.

However, what Alan didn't expect was that this bad old man, who didn't look amazing, although he borrowed external force, was able to summon a portal through the war song in a few breaths, so his strength must be extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

Alan suddenly remembered Old Duf, he felt that the gap between the magician and the sacrificial was really Nyima, and Old Duf was buried day by day, and the level was just like that, which was very consistent with his appearance.

Looking at the sacrifice of the bad old man again, the appearance is more buried than Dufu, the level of one to two, it is really a heaven and an earth.