Master Cesar gripped the hammer tightly, and a monstrous momentum surged through his body. The samurai, blessed by the gods, violently broke through the entire formation of the sea of insects, and finally stood in front of the scorpion.

Compared to him, the Great Bears of the Druid Order were a little out of breath, and most of them hung up their lottery. No matter how powerful the wild transformation is, it is only relative, far from the level of invincibility.

Many of the bears' petrified skin shattered and fell off, revealing large swaths of flesh and blood, as if their fur had been torn off.

There were many more with green acid on their bodies, and white smoke was emitting from them. If these strong acids are not removed in time, they will slowly corrode the bones of the druids, causing them to die.

There is no time to rest on the battlefield, and a moment of respite is already a precious moment. Under the leadership of the paladin, everyone broke through the formation of the beast and the cluster of acid monsters one after another, and rushed to the front of the scorpion located in the center of the sea of worms in one breath.

Surrounded by a dense patch of bugs, fangs and spikes, acid and cold arrows.

The scorpion in front of it, this vital evil bug, clearly had a higher intelligence than the beasts, and at the awe-inspiring gaze of the paladin, it cowered, and the instinct of the creature made it intend to continue to escape.

However, the will of the swarm suppressed it, forcing it to turn back. Although the Scorpion has no melee ability, it has a desperate defense that is enough to delay for a long time.

The swarm has been attacking Castile for many years, and of course there is a way to deal with the invincible paladin, and that is to delay. If it can be delayed until the paladin's divine grace is exhausted and the glory of Shiloxian is over, then the paladins and druids who have penetrated into the swarm will be wiped out.

The cultivation of an elven paladin takes time in addition to talent. And a scorpion, although expensive, only needs two days of incubation.

Trading a scorpion for a paladin is a good deal, and the purely rational will of the swarm knows how to choose. The will of the insect swarm is very patient, and in the face of a civilization with advanced combat power, the best way is to slowly bleed them and use the insect sea tactics to slowly encroach.

The poor scorpion monster could not resist the higher will, so he could only let out a cry and use his life-saving stunt. Like a watermelon worm, it shrinks its body into a roll and uses its long tail and shell to protect its head in the middle.

It's a while to be able to drag it out, although it looks a little cowardly.

The surrounding acid monsters slowly retreated, and a group of wild beasts not far away was coming. Once surrounded by these melee bugs, they pounce one after another, and the Druid Order of Alveta may not last long.

"Quick Fix!"

Cesar picked up the sledgehammer and jumped into the air, the half-ton killing weapon glowing with dazzling holy light.

"Evil!"

With a roar, the paladin struck with a slamming slam on the scorpion's shell, like a hammer slamming into the thick obsidian, making a tooth-aching creak. Dense cracks appeared where the scorpion's shell was hit, and a trace of yellow liquid seeped out.

It hurts, indeed, but the scorpion curls up there and doesn't move, it rolls out several layers of carapace. According to the paladin's hammer, it will really not hurt its vital point for a while.

Alveta divided half of the druids to resist the bugs' aid to the scorpions on the periphery, and a dozen other large bears joined the siege.

Their claws can't deal tons of damage like a paladin's warhammer, but they are enchanted with bloodthirsty thaumaturgical claws and are incredibly fast. The bear's claws swung so much that only a red afterimage could be seen, each time leaving several finger-deep claw marks on the scorpion's carapace.

After a few rounds, even if the skin is as thick as a scorpion, the skin is torn apart.

This is not a random attack, they work together, this is an important part of the tactics, and each giant bear's claw attack is aimed at the key support points of the scorpion armor.

Like breaking a solid wall, the best way to do this is to drill some small holes around the perimeter and then use a sledgehammer to break through the center.

César was holding the sledgehammer. I saw him accumulate strength for a moment and jump up again, his burly body picked up the war hammer in mid-air, and even the whole person was carried around. A round of divine brilliance splashed into the air.

"Dirty!"

Dazzling flames erupted on the hammer, landing heavily on the crack of the previous blow.

Because of the druids' assistance damage, this time, the scorpion's carapace finally failed to resist the paladin's attack. The carapace, along with the wounds created by the druids, collapsed entirely, revealing yellow-green flesh and internal organs.

The scorpion screamed and screamed in pain, and its trembling body couldn't stop rolling. The elves took advantage of the victory to pursue, and in a short time chopped off the back half of its tail from the wound.

The broken tail, which is more than three meters long, refuses to stop when it falls to the ground, and continues to twitch under the action of autonomic nerves.

This moment the scorpion was honest, it stopped screaming, but once again tightened its body. It's just that a third of its body has been lost, and its defense is one less layer.

At this time, the acid monsters had retreated to a suitable distance, and hundreds of acid monsters spit several rounds at the besieging elves. The beasts behind also caught up, and they rushed to the druids' lines under the cover of ranged attacks.

The overwhelming acid flew towards the elves in the fierce battle, causing great damage to the druids who were resisting on the periphery. Although in the fog, the bugs' own attacks are greatly reduced, but they can't stand the large number.

The two big bears were burned to the point of not being able to form bears, and were forced to withdraw from the state of wild transformation. Alveta only had time to rejuvenate one of them, and the other druid was corroded into char at the sound of screams, and finally turned into a black branch. It looks miserable, and I'm afraid it won't sprout if it is inserted into the soil.

The beasts even took advantage of the momentum to attack, and suddenly slammed the outer defense line to the ground.

"Roar!"

In the midst of the crisis, Alverta roared in anger and the battle cry began.

Warcry is a metaphysical ability of the Wild Druid, and success depends entirely on the face. A successful Warcry can greatly increase the attack damage of self and nearby allies.

If it doesn't work...... Then keep yelling.

This is why druids are so fond of roaring when transformed.

Alverta has always been a bit of a stranger, and in his years of metaphysical research, he has discovered that as long as Yolanda dislikes him, Warcry will not succeed.

His battle cry was quite successful this time, and even Cesar's body was faintly blood-red. It seems that the little magpie now likes my heroic appearance in fighting the swarm, and Alvita, the Grand Elder of the Druid Order, is actually a little beautiful on the battlefield full of dangers.

The druids in the battle were in good spirits, and the extra strength made them stabilize the battle line with difficulty, and they were almost using their bodies to withstand the tide of wild beasts. But the aura of arcane and the light of divine magic were fading, and they couldn't stand it long.

"Quick!"

The paladins and druids did the same again, destroying the scorpion's second layer of defense in less than three breaths.

At this moment, the scorpion was only half of its body, and its head and chest lost the protection of its tail, and it was exposed to the paladin. At the junction of its chest and abdomen, there was a large cross-sectional wound, and gurgling yellow bodily fluids flowed out and seeped into the dirt below.

At this time, the outer druid defense line finally reached its limit, and everyone, including half a scorpion, was surrounded by the sea of worms in a small circle less than twenty feet square. The druids' walls were overwhelmed by the beasts, and finally collapsed in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the defensive spells of the three bears were rendered ineffective, and they were immediately dragged out by the frenzied bugs, shattered to nothing in less than a breath.

Alverta immediately asked the other bears besieging Scorpion to turn back, but before the Scorpion could be formed, all the druids in Chiping Town would have to be handed over here.

Captain Pablo stood on the tower, his eyes wide open. After losing an eyeball many years ago, his eagle vision made a major breakthrough.

This allowed him to see more and farther, and in doing so, he was rewarded with a series of feats and became the captain of the Ranger in Chiping Town.

"How's it going?"

Yolanda asked anxiously as she stood behind her.

The scorpion was in the center of the acid monster, behind the entire Worm Sea battle line, where the pale yellow mist was thick, and the rangers on the city could no longer see clearly. From time to time, I could only see a sharp holy light piercing through the thick fog, like pale lightning in a yellow-brown dark cloud.

"The Commander and Elveta are figuring out a way to crush the last layer of the scorpion's defenses." The Ranger Captain learned the calm of the garrison, but his hands clung to the trunk of the city. At last, looking a little farther away from the left and right, he turned back and whispered to Yolanda:

"The Druid Order is almost finished, they won't last long!"

Here, only Pablo can roughly see the battle situation, and unlike other elves who are enthusiastic to watch the battle, he is the most stressed to see the truth.

Yolanda was so shocked that she wanted to jump over and rescue the old man immediately, really, what a hero at such an age! Aren't you a bear who deserves your name?

But Yolanda felt that she should be calmer, and yesterday's breakthrough in life and death not only improved her ability, but also improved her heart a lot. She didn't draw her dagger and rush over without thinking, but frowned and thought about a way.

I thought about it for a second.

"Captain!"

No, I still can't help it, I'm going to save Daddy!

"I know, Yolanda."

Pablo waved her hand to calm her down, but she was a little nervous and helped her with the blindfold. He struggled inwardly, but decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Yolanda, sir, they should have no problem killing the scorpions." He pulled Yolanda to his side and whispered, "But I'm afraid they won't come back." ”

"What do you want me to do?"

The new female paladin understood and immediately straightened her body, which was a task assigned by the leader alone.

"I'll give you twenty men, and you stand on top of Purr and go over and pick them up. But watch your distance and don't let your purr get seriously hurt. ”

"Leave it to me! Mission completion guaranteed! ”

The female paladon took the task in high spirits.

The one-eyed captain smiled and patted her on the shoulder, then ordered her twenty rangers.

It's just that whether this is right or wrong, he has no bottom in his heart.

For Yu Gong, it is a big taboo to send a mountain giant in front of the acid monster's array, and he will inevitably be held accountable by the kingdom military afterwards. Mountain giants, these big guys with low IQs, are not only loyal and reliable comrades-in-arms, but also important strategic forces. In fact, Qiping Town only has a quota of 2 mountain giants, and the other 3 are all "borrowed" by the garrison officer in various ways. No matter which end is damaged, everyone will not be able to eat and walk around.

In terms of personal feelings, Yolanda is not only a junior (even a student) that Cesar values very much, but also the precious daughter of Alverta's brother. put her in deep danger, and the two old friends would never spare him afterwards.

But Pablo couldn't watch the two old friends die in the sea of insects, and they couldn't even keep the saplings. He wished he didn't have this unique eye, because if he couldn't see, he wouldn't be so conflicted.

Most of the people who see the truth are in pain, so many people are used to closing their eyes.

Captain Pablo can't close his eyes right now.

The Battle of the Mountain Giants requires them to turn their backs to the city walls and obtain the assistance of the Elven Rangers on the city walls. Under special circumstances, it is also possible to have the rangers stand on the shoulders and heads of the mountain giants, but the premise is that there must be a melee hand on the giant's waist to prevent the beasts from having a chance to climb up.

This is usually the work of the druids, but the entire Druid Order was taken out by Alverta. Aside from Yolanda, who was newly promoted to Paladin, Pablo no longer had any melee fighters around him.

Now the entire Qiping Town is full of smoke, the beasts are attacking from all directions, the city walls are simply ambushed on all sides, and the good hands with a little more force are sent to various key points to support the entire battle situation.

Hundreds of Ranger Brigade members gathered in the front and waited for the fog to dissipate and then block the acid monster cluster, and pointing out twenty people was already the limit.

Pablo would have liked to go herself, but if she had given her the staff to Yolanda...... Think about the style of Riolanda on weekdays, then Qiping Town is really over!

"Don't get too close, and as soon as the snoring starts to tremble, immediately abandon all rescue and let him turn back."

Pablo was super worried, even though Yolanda had jumped from the castle tower to the snoring arm, he still didn't forget to be long-winded.

As he spoke, the pale yellow mist that had been permeating the back of the swarm line dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Captain Ranger looked at it, and Lord Cesar had succeeded!