Silently closing his eyes for Uncle Wang, Luo Xia suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, but found that he didn't know when he was about to be in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by a corpse with a strange death appearance scattered around him.

But at this moment, Luo Xia's heart was extraordinarily calm, without fear or too many superfluous actions.

At this moment, some of the restraints in his heart suddenly seemed to be broken, Uncle Wang died, Ma Chao and his friends were gone, most likely under the butcher's knife of an alien warrior, or under the iron hooves of the knight behind him, with only memories and emotions that he thought were precious, but humble and meaningless.

Their death was like a cruel baptism, which made Luo Xia sad and melancholy, but it was too late to sink, and it also made him slowly integrate into this world.

Perhaps, in such a world, living with beautiful memories and carrying the expectations and hopes of the dead is far more worthy of having than hypocritical crying and grabbing the earth.

This feeling is a bit strange, a little far-reaching, with a bit of reality and helplessness, but isn't it in some corners that you don't want to touch, opening up a pride in fighting with people and heaven and earth?

What does it take to survive in the face of inescapable adversity?

Uncle Wang's sentence to live was painful, but it seemed to open a window to his confused heart.

At this moment, Luo Xia seems to understand whether he understands or not, and it seems to be painful but not painful... However, I vaguely saw the road ahead.

The eyes became more determined than ever.

Looking up to the sky and roaring bitterly, he shook off the tears, grabbed a shield left by the dead human from his side, and took out a twenty-minute long dagger from his arms, and after identifying a direction with red eyes, he quickly ran towards the gap in the human battle line.

He wants to live, and he wants to fight, to kill those aliens! He had never been so awake and so full of the power to embrace the battle!

Luo Xia understood that whether it was a two-handed sword or a one-handed sword, it was just a burden for a person like him who was not familiar with weapons at all, and fighting hard with those powerful blood beetle warriors could only find death, which was far less flexible than using the sharp dagger in his hand to defend with the help of limited spells.

The dagger is naturally from Huang Yan, and if it can be used by Huang Yan for self-defense, it will naturally not be an ordinary dagger, at least sharpness is certain. Not to mention that iron is like clay, but it is possible to pierce the stone without any damage.

The chaos and bloodshed of the battlefield are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so don't expect Luo Xia to kill the Quartet or anything like that. He just didn't want to do nothing and just sit back and wait for fate's verdict!

In such a melee of nearly 100,000 people, except for a limited number of large groups fighting each other, individuals and small groups scattered by the cavalry were everywhere, human and alien, mixed with each other, and each one was not even a small life.

He could even hear some of the human warriors wondering, yelling: why not use the Soul of the Hammer. He didn't know what the Soul of the Hammer was, but it was clear that although the human side still had a certain advantage, something bad had happened.

The Soul of the Hammer, something as important as it seems to be in war, has not been activated.

As the battlefield fragmented, humans who were good at organizing gradually fell into disadvantage in the face of wild and crazy Inhumans.

Luo Xia was attacked by the Blood Worm Skirmishers several times along the way, and if it weren't for the same large number of human warriors around him and the limited help of a few spells, he would have died a long time ago.

In the end, he was almost overdrawn in his mental strength, and his whole body was injured, and he almost crawled out of the battlefield in the legs and cracks of human warriors, and he didn't know how he came to the edge of the battlefield.

Hell on one side, clear sky on the other, when Luo Xia saw the battle flag representing the Angry Hammer Legion fluttering on the high sandy slope behind him, he almost felt a kind of emotion in the world.

However, this emotion has not yet had time to be vented. The form of this battlefield has taken a sharp turn!

"Sand, Sharon Knight!"

Sharon, a kind of second-order transcendent creature with folds, both inside and out, is unusually muscular, but also unsightly.

It resembles an elongated lizard, more than three meters in length, with unusually stubby limbs and a head as thick as its body, with only a small glass ball-like eye and a large mouth capable of swallowing an entire person. Although the strength of a single body is not terrifying, as a sand sea mount, it can really be called a top-level creature.

When they walk close to the ground, it is difficult for people to spot them. Even more terrifying, these desert creatures can even dive into the sand sea with their knights in a short period of time!

Although there were only about a hundred saloons that suddenly appeared, the elusive way of action and the terrifying murderous method that suddenly burst out of the sand and bit the whole person in two. But it became the last straw that crushed the human legion, and in just ten minutes, the entire battle situation was corrupted to the point of almost collapse!

"What about the war spirit, why hasn't the legion commander launched the war spirit yet!" Under the absolute disadvantage, countless bloody warriors set their eyes on the place where the banner was located behind them, with a certain expectation in their eyes, but finally turned into despair.

"Damn! Sure enough, there are other Inhumans who are going to be defeated. ”

Wild War has never hated the governor of Southern Xinjiang so much as at this moment, and if the real elite of his subordinates is not taken away, it will not be a problem at all.

Even, if it weren't for the fact that the thing that represented the soul of the Angry Hammer Legion was taken away and the weapons of war were detained, how could tens of thousands of Inhumans defeat the Angry Hammer, one of the strongest legions in Southern Xinjiang!

It was a premeditated betrayal and conspiracy!

Watching years of cultivated hard work die meaninglessly on the spot

The eyes of the fierce battle seemed to have crossed some kind of boundary, and they were cast on the Gobi cliff at the other end of the battlefield, where there seemed to be two figures, like shadows...

Furious Battle, whose face was unusually gloomy, looked at the hundreds of guards and henchmen gathered behind him, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up his plan to put the strongest team in his hands into the battlefield.

This is his last hole card after leaving Southern Xinjiang, and if the loss is too severe, even if he wins, it is not worth the frenzied battle.

Those ordinary warriors, die, die, and if they don't pay a sufficient price, how can they shirk the responsibility for defeat? How can you prove that your failure is due to the inaction of some people?

For the sake of ambition in his heart, Furious War chose silence.

On top of that, he didn't have a choice...

While he was pondering, a group of indifferent guards came from the rear oasis with a bloody aura, which was the camp of the furious battle.

The leader first glanced at the battlefield situation, and then approached Huang Zhan and said, "My lord, everything is done, then here, we..."

"Needless to say. Tell the whole army to defend it, as a warrior of the Angry Hammer, he should die on the battlefield..."When the words of the frenzy came out, even he himself felt that he had become extremely unfamiliar, but in the end, his gaze became firm again.

The bright red banner representing the death battle fluttered next to the human military flag, which was particularly dazzling. Every warrior who saw this banner couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and finally silently burst out with the last courage, kill, continue...

No one dares to disobey the will of the battle flag, fight to the death, although it will be them who will die, but if they disobey, it will be their relatives who will die.

Abandoned...

Killing, gradually turning into slaughter, human physical strength is still a little worse than the blood scorpion of blood shoppers whose physical strength has multiplied. In the process of being constantly divided and strangled, the 50,000 human army, after a few hours of fierce fighting, almost less than 10,000 died, while the Blood Fly Legion was only reduced by about half.

There is no way out, not even escape and surrender, all that can be fought for is to die with dignity. Those who choose to collapse and flee are already dead, and the Bloodworm Clan refuses to surrender to any human.

Those who remain are dying with the last madness and dignity.

The outcome is already predestined.

"Let's go... Wait, that... That's..."Seeing the pride and sadness of his legion being wiped out and still fighting to the death, he sighed wildly, and was about to turn away, but there was a strong fluctuation in the sky.

With this fluctuation, the entire battlefield suddenly came to a halt as if something had extinguished the fire.

Immediately after, the sky that had been clear a moment ago, a large area of dark clouds gathered together at an illogical speed!

"Click!" With a loud bang, in this desert place, it actually rained sparsely and lalaly!

Everyone was shocked by this strange change, and even the killing came to a halt in the sudden, short-lived rain.

"Rain, it's rain, it's really raining, it's raining, hahaha..."

Exhausted by the bitter battle for both Inhumans and humans, the sudden rain that fell on the desert made everyone feel like they were reborn, though it may have been temporary.

The two sides retreated from each other in a tacit understanding, silently feeling the god-given coolness, and even more gods chattered humans or aliens simply knelt on the ground and prayed for something.

'Jingle, jingle...'

With a strange sound of metal crashing, a figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the desert, as if walking slowly towards the battlefield...

Luo Xia, who had been hiding on the edge of the battle, thought that some peerless master had come to stop the war, and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the shape of the person who came.

Unkempt, tattered clothes, white hair like a chicken nest, and Zou Bar's skin, how do you look like an elderly beggar on the roadside. But the strange way of appearing is a real reminder to everyone that the people who come are extraordinary.

"After the fierce battle, it is always accompanied by a majestic rain, and I hope you like the memorial gift I gave you in advance. Hey, hey, what a strong dead smell, what a fresh smell of blood... It's been a long time since I've tasted it, it's been a long time..."

The eerie tone of no one else, like a dream, penetrated people's hearts, accompanied by dark clouds covering the sky and lightning that streaked across the sky from time to time, and a chilling torrent was born from the bottom of everyone's hearts unconsciously.