A frenzied cold wind blew across the earth, and the branches of the woods crackled.

The ugly and mighty old Hughes watched from horseback, and the gloomy Black Forest was like a cowering patient, groaning in pain. His messy hair and cloak curled together, and his aura was the same as that of this forest, dark and piercing, and unbridled.

The horses were followed by a large group of men and horses, and they were advancing along the winding forest road.

Just five days ago, the same team was also advancing on this road, strong and vigorous. But the team was crushed on the spot by a sudden sneak attack - the fire oil poured down on the sky, and the goblin miscellaneous soldiers in the team suffered heavy casualties.

The old goblin who commanded the force could only retreat gloomily.

This time, another team marched again. The strength of the team has increased rather than decreased, and it has become more ferocious.

Behind Old Hughes were the descendants of his stucco village, who were as wild, burly, fully armoured as he was, but their robes were torn. Most of them were grim-faced, their armor stained with blood, and they marched in extreme silence and rage.

This is a black samurai who has just gained his power from the Blood Sacrifice. Compared with the black warriors under the original Mursi priest, they were a little less calm, a little more vicious, and the formation was scattered, but the number was far exceeded.

The fighting in the Black Forest is getting more and more brutal every day. Everyone is trying to get stronger, because no one knows what their next enemy will look like?

Old Hughes adheres to this philosophy, hoping that he can continue to become stronger. He can surrender to goblins, he can slaughter his kind, and he can sacrifice blood to evil gods. It's all about being stronger. At this moment, he felt that he was ......

Black Warriors are strong enough!

Zur. Grayskin thought the same. The old goblin shaman sat on the back of the wolf, holding the skeletal staff in his hand, and squinted at the black warriors in front of him, his mind was vague.

More than seventy tall black warriors in heavy armor advanced in a group, and the momentum created in the silence was heart-wrenching. From afar, they were like a torrent, like a forest and a wall, unstoppably pressing over. No one wants to face such an enemy.

The old shaman could hear no other sound in his ears, only the heavy footsteps and rough breathing of the black warriors. Everything else seemed to be submerged, except for the ground that trembled slightly.

In contrast, the bear goblin troops behind are also tall and mighty, but they are not imposing. Not to mention the goblin infantry who are in a state of perpetual disarray. Perseverance, silence, patience, indomitable words, these words are completely insulated from the greenskin.

Humans are terrible!

Luckily, they like to kill each other.

Standing at the head of the wall of the Rats, Wilson thought the same - after half a day's march, the enemy appeared.

At the head of the pack is the Black Knights of the Church of Bane. Dressed in heavy armor and armed with heavy swords, they calmly and firmly slaughtered from the forest road.

These guys who are good at killing and destroying are not afraid of life and death, they only have blood and killing in their heads, and as long as they appear on the battlefield, they will surely cause tragic casualties. And they're all human.

His Excellency Hugo was full of confidence in victory, and the pre-war mobilization made it clear the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides of the duel. Wilson also felt that it made sense, but now that he really saw those black warriors who were steadily advancing, he still had a question mark in his heart?

Can we really beat these horrible guys?

The Black Warriors were created by evil gods to specialize in death and destruction. Everywhere they walked, they left only dark red blood, broken blades, mutilated limbs, and broken heads. How could ordinary people possibly defeat these monsters?

This is hierarchical suppression, and the black warrior is like a natural enemy, restraining ordinary people like Wilson who just want to survive well. Bane's tyranny was made possible by these powerful and evil killers.

The Black Warriors carry with them the light of fear, and any foe who gazes upon them must be put to the test of mental suppression. Wilson's heart was beating faster at the moment, he was drenched in cold sweat, and his hands were on the wall, but his chest was tight and dizzy, and he was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

Fear is contagious and has a wide impact.

Zhou Qingfeng also felt it. He led the team on the right flank outside the village, behind him were more than thirty well-armed adventurers, followed by more than seventy armed attendants ready to fight. Half of them rode horses, and the rest were dressed in sharp armor and ready to fight.

But when the black warrior led by Old Xius appeared in sight, Zhou Qingfeng clearly felt the uneasiness of his subordinates - the black warrior of the Bann Church has been famous for a long time, and its powerful impression is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A few words of encouragement alone will not change this inherent impact.

Zhou Qingfeng rode on the back of the 'Swift Shadow', looking around the battlefield, he could clearly feel that the morale of his troops was suppressed - in the previous sneak attack, he only saw a dozen black warriors, so he forced Zhou Qingfeng to retreat. This time, the number of black warriors on the other side has skyrocketed.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change!

The warriors were breathing heavily, and the horses were constantly digging the ground. Even the 'Swift Shadow' looked very restless, and asked Zhou Qingfeng uneasily, "Master, where is the enemy's black warrior?" Are they going to be the last to play? ”

"Are you blind?" Zhou Qingfeng himself was also suppressed by the enemy's momentum, and his heart was unhappy, so he said angrily: "Dozens of black warriors on the opposite side appeared in formation. Don't tell me, you didn't see it. ”

"On the other side?" 'Shadow' Daqi asked even more restlessly, "You mean those guys who wear heavy armor and hold heavy swords?" But they're not black warriors. ”

"As I said, the current Black Samurai don't use super long guns, but use two-handed swords. They're pretty good. Zhou Qingfeng felt that the black warriors in the dense formation on the opposite side were the great enemy.

It's just that 'Swift Shadow' shook his head and continued to deny: "No, no, no, those are definitely not black warriors. Even if they don't have the Dark Spear that breaks the soul, what about their cursed armor? Back then, the Black Samurai had one for everyone. ”

"Aren't the black warriors on the other side wearing thick armor?"

"It's just ordinary iron armor, and the cursed armor isn't this kind of garbage that can be worn with a single blow."

"Back then, I was driven by demons, and I hated impacting the array of black warriors the most, and I hated the cursed armor that reflected damage. If you don't have enough strength, not only will you not be able to kill them, but they will kill you if they stand still. ”

So powerful?!

Uncle Zhou had a question mark in his head, he didn't know whether to be afraid of the genuine black warrior or to be happy to meet the castrated version of the black warrior, "I think that even if there is no dark spear and curse armor, the gang of black warriors on the other side is quite powerful." ”

"No, no, no, master. The ones on the other side are definitely not black knights. Even if you don't have equipment, a real black warrior is very powerful.

The god of tyranny, also known as the 'Lord of Darkness', each Black Knight receives the blessing of darkness in a blood sacrifice and is immortal. It's really hard to take them out, otherwise they wouldn't be considered the most powerful heavy infantry of humanity. The ones on the other side are trash fish at all. ”

Trash fish?

Uncle Zhou felt that he was being ridiculed.

If there are trash fish on the other side, what are we who are scared half to death by trash fish?

Shrimp soldiers and crabs?

"Maybe it's not long since the god of tyranny was resurrected, but I think those guys on the other side are still very powerful."

"I've been trapped underground for decades, and Bane has been killed again?"

"yes, I only came back to life last month."

"Bane was resurrected? No wonder there was a school of trash fish on the other side. ”

"Dead horse, what the hell are you trying to say? Although it can be contemptuous strategically, it is still necessary to value the opponent tactically. ”

"Master, it's clear that you're too weak. This kind of trash fish, I can shoot ten in one breath in my heyday. ”

Naked ridicule, so angry!

"And now?"

"Now ....., I'm weak now, let's go together."