Rommel stared blankly into the air, only to see a huge void crack appear above the position of the advance army in the rear at some point. Updates are fast and ad-free.

With an ancient, powerful, and mysterious aura, a huge longbow with a simple style and a glittering electric light around its body slowly floated out of the void crack.

Huronte, who was riding on the body of the earth-walking dragon, shouted in horror: "Alien space god name weapon." ”

Unfortunately, he was too far away from the orc legion, and even if the Bimon warriors could hear it, it would be useless.

Many of the Bimon orcs raised their heads and stared blankly into the air.

As if the god of thunder and lightning wanted to cleanse the world of all sins, the huge longbow shot a sharp arrow with a dark black lightning and plunged straight into the ground.

It was as if time had frozen, and there was only a white glow in the sight of the Beamon orcs, and there was not the slightest sound in their ears.

Immediately after, countless tiny lightning explosions scattered.

The Beamon orcs who touched the tiny thunderbolt turned into charred corpses without accident.

Rommel was under the protection of everyone, his body trembled slightly, his eyes were full of fear, he was a little lucky, glad that he had left the position of the Chinese army and escaped.

A thousand yards away, Conslett drank the vial of dragon blood in his arms, smirked and ignited the herbs at his feet, brandishing his wand again and chanting an ancient incantation.

After the herbs were ignited, a puff of clear blue smoke shot into the sky.

The magicians, who had already erected the portal and ambushed in the distance, chanted their most powerful incantations before entering the portal to retreat.

After a few breaths, a monstrous rain of fire fell from the sky and smashed into the infantry phalanx of the Beamon Legion.

The ground beneath the feet of the Beamon Legion also began to tremble slightly, and countless cracks dozens of feet wide began to mercilessly devour life.

The tiny rubble and totem poles on the ground, as if given life, slowly floated into the air, forming a stone elemental giant that lifted the soles of their huge feet.

Huge waves tens of meters high appeared out of thin air, slapped on the bodies of the Bimon orcs, and turned into cold arrows, piercing one body after another.

The breeze that was just like a sympathetic person seemed to have suddenly changed her mood, and instantly turned into a wicked woman chasing and killing Xiao San, first dozens of wind waves less than half a meter high, and finally gathered in a hurricane that went straight to the sky, rolling countless Beamon orcs into the air and then throwing them to the ground and falling into pulp.

The monstrous rain of fire, the huge waves tens of meters high, the ice arrows that quickly shuttled through the flesh, the endless abyss on the ground, and the tyrannical hurricane turned this land into purgatory.

To the horror of the Beamon orcs, two huge Grim Reaper skeletons flew in from a distance, waving their scythes in their hands with a strange smile.

As countless skulls composed of necromantic qi floated by, and those orcs who had already fallen down, the corpses suddenly exploded, and then crawled out of a skeleton, with empty eyes without any emotion, pounced on the nearest orc and began to bite.

Fear is like a plague, infecting every Bimon orc.

The Beamon Priests couldn't see the enemy at all, and they and the Demon Pet who were in touch with each other only sensed the fluctuations of the magic elements in the space one second, and the next second ushered in an elemental blow like destroying the world.

Orc warriors can't see the enemy either, and they have nowhere to run, they don't fear flesh-and-blood enemies, no matter how strong and martial, they will fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

But in the face of the power of heaven and earth, they were like facing death harvesting living beings, and they could only lie on the ground and tremble, hoping for death, hoping that this magical storm would disappear soon.

Sacrificial pets such as the Ice Demon Wolf, the Pompeii Ice Bear, the Flash Poison Giant Bat, the Ice Flash Demon Lizard, and the Multi-legged Sand Lizard can only use their bodies to protect their masters, because they don't know what else to do except instinct.

But after all, they are flesh and blood, and in the face of such a large group attack magic, they can only passively resist with their bodies.

Nearly 100,000 Beamon advance troops were like being in purgatory, suffering from countless large-scale magic baptisms.

Rommel's eyes were torn, and his body trembled uncontrollably under the protection of the fanged wolf cavalry.

At this time, even the stupidest pig-faced people knew that everyone had been ambushed, and those powerful large group attack magic could not be summoned by any magician at all, not even the Holy Rank, but only by chanting a spell a long time ago, and releasing it at least a few hundred yards away, and it would only be possible to do it with the combined magic performed by several magicians.

The infantry regiment repaired in place, broke away from the center, approached the portal, sent the main battle race and sacrificed to watch over the dragon, every step of which was within the enemy's plan.

Maybe a quarter of an hour later, maybe it was shorter, and the surviving Beamon orcs raised their heads in confusion, and then a look of fear appeared on their faces.

The companions who had been bragging and farting with themselves not long ago fell on this cursed land.

Those living lives have long since lost their vitality, and even the corpses are mutilated.

Burnt to charred by flames, shattered into rags by ice arrows, shattered by hurricanes, trampled into flesh by elemental giants, or bitten by necromantic skeletons.

The 100,000 Beamon advance troops who stepped into the Great Wilderness suffered two attacks in just half a day, and they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the 100,000 orc warriors had been lost.

The cowardly priests were all wiped out, and the Oraphine Elephant Warriors and Bell Bear officers all fell to the side of the portal and were shot like hedgehogs.

Originally, the Beamon advance army may not have suffered such a big loss, just because every step was calculated by Mourinho.

Before Rommel broke away from the Chinese army and went to the three portals, he ordered the entire army to repair and shrink its defenses.

There's nothing wrong with this, shrink all battle phalanxes and keep a distance of one kilometer from the boss at all times.

As soon as any accident happens, as long as the escort warrior beside him resists for a moment, the rear army can quickly rush to help.

The porcupine archers shrink to the inner core for defensive or long-range strikes, the infantry hovers around the periphery to maintain the ability to change formations, and the wolf cavalry keeps moving.

This tactic was tried and tested against the barbarians, and unless there were too many enemy troops, it was impossible to break through the defensive positions or cut the connection between the large army and the commander.

It's a pity that Rommel and many fox staff officers ignored two things.

The first thing is that this tactic was invented by Mourinho.

The second event was Mourinho's defection to the Holy See.

So at that time, the Beamon Legion was exactly within the range of magic coordinates marked by Allen in advance, which was the core point of all magicians' casting ranges.

Because of this, the Beamon Legion suffered a devastating elemental blow.

Whether it was a few elders in the tribe or the foreign aid of the human race, all the magicians kept in mind Allen's entrustment, and in order not to expose themselves, after casting the most powerful and powerful spells, they didn't even look at the results of the battle, and they all did not hesitate to burrow into the portal that had been erected around them a long time ago, and withdrew to the Bloodhoof camp as soon as possible.

"Is it done? Is it done? ”

"What about the Beamon orc casualties?"

"Lord Allen? You have something to say. ”

At the gate of the Bloodhoof camp, a group of elderly magicians, excited like young men preparing to enter the cave room, tirelessly asked Alan.

They couldn't help but be excited, this was the first time they had cast a spell so cool, they didn't need to be protected by a fighting warrior, chanting spells at the marked points in advance, waiting for the enemy to take the initiative to walk over, it was simply not too enjoyable.

Alan was unmoved, muttering to himself, "Ninety-five, ninety-four, ninety-three。。。。。。。 Three, two, one. ”

When Archmage Downey was about to make a rough move, Alan finally finished counting, and said with a sneer: "Carry out the decapitation operation, and all the fighting warriors will come with me." ”

With that, Alan rode on the body of the Acid Crow "Murto", and the vindictive warriors of Princess Hathaway's Guardian Regiment, Thackeray and Babylon the Great also climbed up.

Even Orpheus ignored Lonningt's dissuasion and jumped excitedly onto the acid-etched crow.

"Remember, Mourinho said that the other commander's commander is a fox clan, kill him within thirty seconds, don't fall in love, and immediately set up a portal to retreat if the mission fails."

After Eren finished speaking, Conslet, who had already withdrawn, used his magic to activate the portal under his feet.

After activating the portal, Conslet said, "This is the closest tribal waypoint, and it took about a quarter of an hour for the Acid Raven to fly over. ”

The group nodded, and rode into the portal on a whining crow.

At this time, Rommel's mind was blank, he didn't know when the nightmare ended, let alone when the earth-destroying elemental storm stopped.

In his eyes, there were only trembling Beamon warriors in the distance, and countless mutilated corpses.

Not long ago, those corpses were still fresh lives, and those trembling warriors were also high-spirited warriors.

Rommel collapsed limply to the ground, a few tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

A whole hundred thousand orc warriors, just a fart kung fu, lost more than half of their combat effectiveness.

And those main battle troops, the Orephine Elephant Warriors, the Bell Bear Officers, etc., were all killed.

and those precious sacrifices, with their demon pets, fell on this wild ancient plain.

Rommel felt a sense of despair that he could not love, and he looked at the fire dragon behind him with arrows stuck all over his body, and laughed miserably.

It was because of this dragon that he had all the infantry phalanxes trimmed in place and shrunk their defenses, stopping right at the marked points of those large magic.

It was because of this dragon, the main battle class, that all the defenseless Hercules were killed.

It was because of this dragon that the sacrificial power in the priests' bodies was consumed, and all of them were used to cast a halo to suppress it, and they were shot into hedgehogs by sharp arrows.

Rommel picked up a broken sword from the ground and wept bitterly.

The third-order dragon in the distance snorted, opened its huge dragon eyes, and looked into the distance in confusion as if it had experienced the end of the world.

The sacrifice had just been hung up, so the effect of those negative auras had also disappeared, and the third-order dragon had just regained a trace of consciousness.

The last thing it can remember is a powerful guy who slaps it in the mouth.

Rommel carried the broken sword upside down and walked towards the third-order fire dragon, he wanted to kill the dragon.

Although he knew that with his strength, he might not be able to cut off a small piece of the dragon's fingernails.

But he didn't care, because he had lost his mind.

A huge shadow swept over the ground, and a group of figures shimmering with fighting spirit fell from the sky.

Rommel stared blankly into the air, his pupils completely constricted.

Because he saw a familiar head, that head, the sneaky head that had just poked out of the portal.

In particular, those eyes full of playfulness made him remember deeply.

The figure falling from the sky landed quickly, and this group of warriors in fiery red armor was extremely eye-catching.

Then, and then Rommel's world was completely plunged into darkness.

Falling from the sky, Rommel split it in half, and the rock beast stood on the ground, frowning and muttering to himself: "So weak, just dead? ”

Thackeray and the other Warriors of the Princess's Guardian ignored him and slammed into the crowd with a glow of Fighting Spirit.

The Rommel guards who survived had long since lost their fighting spirit, and their bodies were sluggish trying to resist those sharp weapons, and finally fell to this desolate land like Rommel.

In the Beamon Legion in the distance, many orcs noticed that Eren and the others were falling from the sky, but they were stupidly standing in place, as if Rommel was not their commander, and the orcs who died under the swords of the fighting warriors were not their companions.

They just stared blankly, their bodies trembling slightly, but they didn't take a step forward.

Even those fox clan staff officers gathered together at a loss, and witnessed their patriarch being split in half.

In a few breaths, next to the fire dragon, there was not a single orc alive except for Eren and the fighting warriors.

But there was a Terran riding on the Earth Dragon.

The Terran looked at Eren with blood-red eyes.

"Rely on you. Mom, it's Huront! Allen didn't say a word, and rushed up with the flail.

Huronte's expression was very tangled, and finally glanced at the fighting warriors behind Allen, turned around and ran towards the Beamon Legion who had completely lost their formation and fighting spirit.

Allen, who inspired the barbarian battle ring, did not catch up with the swift earth-walking dragon, and finally stopped Thackeray and the others with a face that did not dare, and said hatefully: "Throw the dragon back into the alien space necklace and retreat!" ”

"Count this bastard's fate." Thackeray smacked to the ground.

The vindictive warriors also stopped their formations and looked fiercely at Huronte's back.