Li De didn't know about Isa, and at this time, he looked at Grote, who was chasing Amy in a rage in the valley, and his eyes were a little cold.

Amy had just entered level 15 half a year ago, although her strength at this time was several times stronger than level 14.

But the gap is very big with Grote, a Northland warrior who grew up fighting on the battlefield and stepped into level 15 more than twenty years ago.

Especially after the other party opened the power of the bloodline, he was almost invincible in these twenty minutes.

Li De also wanted to drag past Grote's strong twenty minutes, but now that he didn't play, Amy couldn't escape Grote's hunt.

Even after three or five minutes, this blasphemous person may face the danger of falling.

Amy's potential is far from being tapped, and if he falls here, the battle will be meaningless even if he wins.

"Let the Cyclops hold Grote and send some of the Bloods to clean up the Northland warriors in the valley, while the rest of the Bloods prepare to cast spells."

Taking advantage of the night, Li De went down the valley and directly took over the control of the battlefield.

"Yes, Your Majesty"

The order was given to the battlefield at the first time.

The Cyclops, who were still fighting with the Northland Samurai, laid down their enemies and turned to head towards Grote, who was frantically chasing Amy in the mountains and forests.

The Northland warriors had no power to stop the Cyclops, and had to let the Bloods take over the fight against them.

But the nimble bloods are not cyclops, and under the crushing of several times the number, the northland warriors who are still stubbornly resisting will soon be extinguished.

In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile.

Cosuo, who was protected by two cyclops, had also regained some combat effectiveness at this time.

Corso was cut open by Grote from his chest to his abdomen, but because of his ancient giant blood, the Cyclops Lord's physique was unimaginable.

"Catch Him"

With an angry roar, Corso raised his severed mace and charged towards Grote first.

It would be a huge shame for Corso to be cut off by a dwarf human with a single sword, and to be seriously injured by the other party.

He's going to smash this human's head with a mace, he swears!!

As a Bloodliner, Amy's abilities have been greatly improved in the night, and his profession as the High Priest of Shadows has skyrocketed his power in the shadows.

But Rao is like this, in the face of the outrageously powerful Grote who was still pressed and beaten after opening the bloodline.

The Northland warriors, the first of the three warriors of glory, have strong combat power enough to make anyone's face heavy.

Bang bang~

Two bursting fireballs with scorching energy burst into light in the night.

The three-ring spell, which had been secretly stored for a few seconds before being released, smashed into Grlot at a speed invisible to the naked eye after Emi stepped out of the shadows.

Grote's sharp gaze is more jarring than a falcon.

The bright silver greatsword in his hand swung with a faint glow in the night.

Fearless.

The blade collided with the exploding fireball, but what was shocking was that the expected magic burst did not occur.

On the contrary, the giant sword was unstoppable, and it actually cut the bursting fireball in half alive.

The two three-ring spells directly turned into magic and disappeared.

Extreme will, exclusive to the transcendent, the will of the warrior has affected the magic power, and can attach the magic power to the weapon, so that the weapon has the lethality of the elements.

The structure of the ring-breaking spell is the characteristic of extreme intention, which is also the greatest confidence that a warrior can compete with a mage after transcendence.

The seemingly ordinary greatsword was more perfect than the enchanted greatsword at this time.

Grote's legs slammed into force, his muscles were like springs compressed to the extreme, and his body rushed towards Amy, who had just come out of the shadows, at three times the high speed.

Warrior Skill: Charge.

Before Amy could react, Grout had already come behind him, and the giant sword with brilliance was like a creator god splitting through chaos, and the long sword was directly slashed.

At this moment, Amy even smelled death.

Just when Grote's face showed joy, he touched ~ a huge mace and smashed it hard.

Grote couldn't react and was directly hit by a giant weapon that was more than ten times heavier than him, and flew upside down at a distance of dozens of blades.

In the air, Grote endured the sharp pain in his body, roared angrily, and swung his giant sword suddenly, and the weapon in his hand was actually used as a spear by him, and smashed towards Amy.

Before Amy could come back to his senses, two palm-wide giant swords smashed directly into his back.

Puff~

Amy's not-so-tall body flew directly a few blades away, and finally slammed into a burning tree in front of him, and his mouth was dripping with blood.

Seven ribs were broken directly, and his body felt like it was falling apart.

If it weren't for Amy becoming a Bloodline, he would have gone to see Death with his original human body.

A tough Northland warrior.

Bang~

The ground shook, and the half-cut mace thrown by Corso caused a lot of damage to Grote, and his body was knocked to the ground, pulling out a distance of more than twenty blades, and finally slammed into the tree, and an exaggerated scratch appeared on the ground.

In this way, the Northland warrior still did not fall.

Grote roared in anger and pushed away the giant mace, which was ten times heavier than him, and his body stood up again, and the wounds on his body returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li De saw this scene from afar and took a deep breath.

It's too perverted, this Northland samurai is too strong.

It can be said that Grlot fell into the trap from the beginning, but he alone faced the siege of the Bloods and Cyclops.

From a man who kills the sky and forces the magic bats to scatter, to jumping down from the sky and slashing off Kosuo's multi-ton giant mace, seriously injuring Kosuo.

and then after opening the bloodline, he hunted Amy, who was also level 15, alone, and beat the other party to death.

This is no longer a strong warrior who can describe this level 16 Northland warrior, and he really deserves the glorious title of the head of the three great warriors of Glory.

If only the Blood Clan or only the Cyclops Clan came today, I am afraid that there is no way to help this level 16 Northland warrior, and it is even very likely that he will not be able to win.

Li De took a deep breath and immediately made a decision.

"Corso restricts Grote's range of motion, fireball suppression"

He was also ruthless, and he had already paid a lot of price today, no matter what, he had to win, otherwise everything he had done before would be in vain.

And the most important thing is that if Grlot is allowed to escape, then Amy will also be exposed, and the Scarlet Mage Tower will probably be forced to give up.

This is a consequence that he cannot accept.

So no matter what the cost, Grote has to stay here today.

Live or die!!

Li De's orders are the direction in which everyone is headed, whether it is the Blood Clan or the Cyclops, and the prestige he has built up is enough for anyone to willingly obey his command.

He is the king here, the only king.

Corso, whose scar in front of him had not yet fully healed, did not have any scruples, and after receiving the order, his huge body rushed towards Grote, and at the same time, the other dozen or so cyclops also followed their chieftain.

The earth trembled.

Grote recovered to perfection in just a dozen seconds, and the serious injury he had just received had been healed by the powerful power in his bloodline.

Seeing the scene of more than a dozen cyclops as tall as mountains rushing towards him, the perseverance in his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

Unarmed, Grote let out the furiest roar of rage, charging at more than a dozen Cyclops in size.

Warriors of the Northlands, fearless, fearless!

"Fireball Suppression, Indiscriminate Attack!!"

Li De's tone was also unshakable with firmness, this is a life-and-death battle between friend and foe, there is only life or death, and there is no forgiveness at all.

The Cyclops' skin has a very high magic immunity, in contrast to the Northland warriors who have never been heard of have high magic resistance.

It's true that they're durable, but magic doesn't hurt them less.

was temporarily woven into a team, and the remaining 182 blood clans began to unscrupulously release Li De's symbol, the small fireball technique.

A small fireball technique is like tickling for a level 16 warrior.

But in the hands of nearly two hundred bloods, thousands of small fireballs can erupt every second, which is the real fireball Gatling.

The temperature of the air soared by tens of degrees in an instant.

Bang bang bang~

Fireball scrubbing, real fireball scrubbing.

In addition to using the small fireball technique to open up the reservoir together in the farm, Li De is also the real commander, and the nearly two hundred casters of the blood clan release the small fireball technique at the same time.

The scene was as terrifying as a magma eruption.

Even the Cyclops, who had the highest magic immunity, was greatly traumatized by this indiscriminate attack.

In an instant, the ground burst into flames several blades high.

At this point, the second collision between Cyclops and Grote, a level 16 Northland warrior, began.

The most prominent one was not Corso, but another level 9 cyclops.

After Grote felt the momentum of the cyclops in front of him, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body speed increased again.

Charge.

The cyclops who collided head-on with Grote subconsciously waved his huge mace, but Grote had no scruples and faced it directly.

Just as the mace was about to hit him, Grote jumped and flew high.

At this time, the Cyclops' attack could not be undone.

Without the giant sword, Grote's right hand is used as a weapon, poof~

The arm runs out from front of the cyclops' eyeballs.

The huge cyclops was killed in an instant, and it didn't even have time to launch a second attack.

Seeing this, Corso immediately let out a huge roar, and his body increased again.

At this time, Grote just fell from the sky, and the corpse of the cyclops behind him rumbled down and became his background board.

Bang bang bang~

Hearing a loud sound from his side, Grote turned his head sharply, and Corso's massive body appeared in his eyes.

Fearless.

Face it head-on.

Warriors of the Northlands, fearless, fearless!

Corso watched his people being killed alive, and the anger in his heart almost made him lose his mind.

"Trap him!!"

At this moment, the sound in the air made him sober up in an instant.

As far as I could see, there was already a sea of fire around me, and countless fireballs were still flying densely.

Corso suddenly thought of the powerlessness he had faced the Bloodclan for the first time in the Valley of the Giants.

"Roar~" let out an earth-shattering roar, Corso rushed up and hugged Grlot directly with his strong and powerful arms.

And Grote was directly trapped after punching Koso's chest, he didn't expect the other party to come out like this, this cyclops didn't attack him!

Anger rises in his heart, he wants to kill this cyclops!!

No creature would dare to let a Northland warrior get so close to him, and even a dragon would have to pay a dearly price.

At the moment when he was about to fight back, countless fireballs came.

Gang Grote was just in a high-speed movement, and no matter how many fireballs there were, they couldn't hit him.

But at this time, after being restrained by Corso, the elemental fireball, which was more terrifying than the sea of fire, enveloped the land with scorching energy.

"The other Cyclops scattered."

Li De's voice was already tinged with irrepressible anger.

Every cyclops is a precious existence, not only in terms of combat power, but also in terms of production capacity, which cannot be replaced by humans.

At this time, not only were the Demon Whisper Bat killed by Grote, but there were more than ten blood clans, and even the Cyclops of non-renewable resources was killed by him.

The loss left him with a bit of an itchy tooth.

As a level 15 cyclops, the skin on Koso's body is immune to magic below the three rings.

While in the Valley of the Giants, in the face of the endless magical bombardment of the Blood Clan, he was forced to hold on alone for nearly five minutes without falling.

So he didn't hesitate to drown Corso, who was restraining Grote, with a fireball.

He didn't believe that this Northland warrior was really more resistant than Koso, a cyclops who was immune to magic below the three rings and had the blood of an ancient giant.

It's hot and bursting.

Grote was overwhelmed by the fireball after Coso was desperate to restrict his movements.

Even if it was Corso who was hurt more because of his size, the terrifying heat wave still caused Grote, who had low magic resistance, to be fatally burned.

Grote was hugged by Corso in his chest, and the two arms that were three circles thicker than his waist were as heavy as mountains, and Grote, who had no way to draw on his strength, could not do anything even if he had a powerful warrior skill.

He even had countless ways to kill the cyclops when he was one-on-one, but in this case, he could only compete with the cyclops for willpower and the most primitive strength.

His left hand was tightly clamped, and only his right hand could move, and Grote punched Corso in the chest frantically.

And the thick armor on Corso's body burst a little under Grote's terrifying and dense attacks.

The huge force of the shock caused Corso to cough up blood from his mouth.

In the flames in the sky, the scene of the two fighting each other was cruel and crazy.

Instead of stopping, the fireballs intensified.

Bloods who drank the blood of magic before the battle began, do not have to worry about the consumption of mana in the dark of night.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, a minute later, Corso trapped the center of Grote, and the rocks on the ground had begun to melt, turning into fiery red magma and flowing out.

In the center of the fireball, Koso and Grote were still alive, and Koso's anger at the killing of his people made him ignore the intense pain on his body.

He just wants to kill this damn human warrior!!

As a warrior of the Northlands, Grote's indomitable and fearless soul has long been forged, and his tenacious will makes him never back down and give up.

Moreover, after activating the bloodline of the Northland, the strong recovery power of his body also allowed him to use enough confidence and capital to deal with all this.

The fist in his hand was still frantically attacking the armor that was obviously thicker on Koso's chest, and the armor was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks around the armor at this time.

Two minutes later.

The black armor on Corso's body had turned red under the heat of thousands of degrees, and even began to slowly melt.

Even Corso's grayish-white, wrinkled skin, which had extremely high magic resistance, was still burned by the exaggerated heat.

The body is baked in thousands of degrees Celsius, and the horrific pain is unimaginable to outsiders.

"Roar~~~"

A roar of rage came out of his throat, but Corso could feel the damn human warrior in his hand still there,

Even though he felt that his state was declining wildly, and even if he would die in the heat at most, he still didn't let go.

For the Kachar master, for the city of the Dawn!

The ferocity in his veins was activated by the intense pain, and Corso was now fearless.

The huge one-eyed had been tightly closed, clenching the damn human with only subconscious movements.

The flames are still the flames in the sky.

Grote couldn't see any other color in his eyes, his lungs and throat were burned with every breath, and the wounds were quickly healed by the power of his blood.

But the damn cyclops behind him still didn't let go, no matter how powerful his attack was, the other party seemed to be fearless.

He had stopped twenty seconds earlier, as he felt the Cyclops' armor glowing red behind him.

Death is his destination.

Grout remained undaunted, waiting for the moment when the cyclops died behind him, believing that victory would be his.

Three minutes later.

Cossoe's armor had melted, and the hot molten iron was bubbling up.

Corso's will was close to numbness at this time, because he could no longer feel the pain in his body.

Every cell and skin in the body is frantically sending severe pain to the brain, and countless sharp pains are superimposed beyond the scope of the brain's acceptance.

Corso only felt that his life force was fading quickly,

He's going to die.

After this thought appeared, the past scenes came to mind.

Born in the Thunder Tribe at a young age and raised in hunting,

Slowly, in adulthood, he awakened to wisdom,

However, in the battle for the position of chieftain, he was broken and left his tribe because he could not defeat his brother, who had awakened his powers.

Hungry and dazed,

Coso still remembers how he felt.

But with his inadvertent arrival on the surface, everything changes.

Although he was defeated by the Bloodline, he accidentally joined Daybreak City and became one of them.

There is no killing here, there is no need to worry about the appearance of poisonous monsters from the swamp to kill him, there is no need to go out every day to find food, there is no need to fear that he will be starved.

They are revered and worshipped by humans here, and here he is on fire with a life he has never had before, feeling security and happiness that he has never felt before.

And now, it's time for him to contribute to the City of Daybreak.

He usually likes to go to the square to listen to the ideological education class in the city hall.

It was said in class that Master Cachar was a great being who gave them everything.

Every inhabitant of Daybreak should have fulfilled Lord Cachar's orders for glory.

Every resident should contribute to the City of Daybreak.

A long time ago, he needed to fight for the Thunder Tribe,

Now he has to fight for the City of Dawn.

Right in the middle of the flames that Li De couldn't detect.

A change that no one expected is happening,

Because of the firm belief in his heart, Cosuo's vitality slowly stabilized.

In the crazy burning of thousands of degrees of heat, some inscrutable changes slowly appeared in the blood.

The armor on his body melted into molten iron and into his body,

The high-temperature molten iron that was supposed to corrode and destroy everything, under the mysterious power of the bloodline, slowly fused with his skin and bones.

It was a more intense pain, but at this point Corso was already numb, and he couldn't feel the changes that were taking place in his body.

I just know to use all my strength to restrain this damn human warrior in my arms.

At this time, Grote's attack also slowed down, because he saw the armor turn into molten iron, little by little corroding the cyclops under him.

Because of the high frequency of using the power of the bloodline, although he has not yet touched the restriction of automatically lifting the power of the bloodline in twenty minutes, he still reached a critical value at this time.

If it weren't for the activation of the Dreadnought trait, the exclusive trait of the extraordinary warrior of Extreme Intent, and the ability to alleviate a large part of the magic damage with his tenacious will, I am afraid that he would have died many times.

But Rao is like this, and Grote's eyes are slowly dimming.

He felt like he was going to die.

Maybe it's dying with the cyclops behind him.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the Northland Valkyrie, who had been ignored by him since the battle.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As a warrior who has gone through all kinds of difficulties, he naturally will not make low-level mistakes.

If he had protected the royal bloodline of the Northland from the beginning, he would not have survived until now.

Only by attracting the attention of most of his enemies on the other side will his Northland warriors have a chance to escape with the Northland Valkyries.

"After all, I'm going to die, is the glory of the Northland really going to be buried at my hands?"

Grote's eyes were full of gloom, and he personally sent the horn of the Northland Dragon Rhino, which symbolizes the honor of the Northland,

Later, for the blood of the Golden Race, he traded his treasure, the Secret Silver Armor, to the damned High Priest of the Shadows, for which he had to use the power of the bloodline in advance in this battle.

If he hadn't been a necromancer in the first place, maybe he would have been able to retain a bloodline of the Northlands.

However, without the leadership of the royal family of the Northland, what is the use of preserving the bloodline of the Northland?

Grote slowly closed his eyes, the Northland warrior who had never been afraid to retreat, and had already sensed his own death.

And at this moment, Grote's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the cyclops who had trapped him and was dying, with a somewhat incredulous expression.

A powerful and infinitely vibrant force is revived within him.

Bang bang~

Bang bang~

The huge heart was beating like thunder.

In Grote's shocked gaze.

Little by little, the molten iron melted into the cyclops' body.

It seemed that the molten iron that was boiling and bubbling was like ordinary spring water.

The melted armor all became part of the cyclops.

The wrinkled skin that had just been corroded slowly returned to normal at this moment, and a metallic color of grayish white with a faint bronze luster appeared.

At a glance, you can feel the unshakable and powerful defense.

Even Grouter had a hunch that if the cyclops was attacked by him jumping from under the sky now, he was afraid that he would not be harmed at all like just now.

Powerful, mysterious, terrifying.

Extremely weak, Grote could only look at this powerful life that was slowly recovering with a complicated gaze.

The mighty Northland warrior slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

He was so tired......

At this time, Li De's eyes, which were outside the sea of fire, opened to the maximum.

"Ding~ Cyclops Lord, Corso Thunder triggers bloodline evolution, the ancient giant's bloodline is activated, meets the special evolution conditions, and successfully evolves into a bronze cyclops......"