The retreat of the demonic creatures gave the human soldiers a respite, and the people sat on the ground in disarray, their hands and feet covered in blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info around them, a large number of corpse remains were scattered everywhere, and the smell of blood rushed to their nostrils.

It's tragic......

Although it was only a few dozen minutes of encounter, the tide of demonic creatures still brought a lot of losses to humans. These small, agile creatures have different forms of lethality, and even firearms can't stop them from invading. If it weren't for their sudden retreat, at least half of the human vanguard would have died.

And even so, the attrition was still nearly a thousand people, and blood was spilled all over the plains.

"Report to the above, we repelled the attack of the demonized creatures." A squad leader said, then leaned wearily on the thigh of the magic mech. Lit a cigarette for yourself.

"Clean up the battlefield, find the survivors, and as for the rest...... No need to converge ......"

"Because soon we'll be like them."

"............" did not respond to the harmony, and his subordinates silently carried out his orders. The atmosphere of the whole battlefield was depressingly depressing. After a series of wars, the immature human army grew up quickly and quickly recognized its place. Perhaps for the humans of the Wind Turbidity Domain, the biggest reward of this mission is that they have learned to face cruelty, right? A peaceful world cannot raise real soldiers.

At the same time, the situation of witchers is not much better than that of ordinary people.

As the owners of the supernatural powers in the team, they are the protagonists of the encounter just now. In order to protect ordinary people, they are under a lot of pressure, and the intensity of the battle against demonic creatures is also much greater. The only thing to be thankful for is that the witchers have their own secrets to save their lives, and most of them survive.

However, the intensity of battle losses was indispensable, and at least seventy percent of the witchers were injured, and thirty percent of them were too seriously injured to continue the battle.

"We need a strong man like Lord Rand." This message is constantly conveyed in the channel. Coming together to form a longing voice.

"It seems that our efforts have paid off somewhat." On the vast underground plains, Rand had just stood up from the corpse of a demonic creature, his handicraft still dripping with black and green blood. He was surrounded by many soldiers, all looking at him with adoring eyes. In the rear not far away, there were groups of magical mecha gathering, looking like a small army.

Because of the rapidly increasing appeal, Rand already has a large circle of clusters. The power of direct reflection into reality. Ever since entering the Great Hollow, soldiers have been gathered around him, relying on him for protection and support. Especially with the addition of some magic mechs, Rant's voice in the forward troops has greatly increased.

This was all expected by him. In fact, it was his plan to take advantage of this mission to establish his prestige and make a name for himself. And for this day, he has endured for a long, long time.

As long as you complete this mission, you will definitely be able to crush Locan. The thought of the lion-like figure made Rand feel a faint pain in the scar on his face.

He is a native of the Wind Turbidity Domain, and since he was a child, he has not been used to those outsiders, and he does not like to pin his safety on the outside. He only believes in himself and in his companions.

"Bat, what's going on?" Thinking of this, Rand asked in a low voice.

"The demonized creatures have receded, with only a low amount of toxins and radiation reflected." A companion's voice came from the channel, a little hoarse. "But Captain, I always felt that something was wrong, they didn't seem to have been devastated, it was strange to retreat like this."

"It's a little strange, that's why I need you to be on guard." Rand replied. Glancing at the corpse of the creature at his feet. "I don't think they're acting on instinct. Maybe there's something driving ......"

"Are you saying that someone instructed it? Maybe it's the demon mentioned in the information? ”

"It's possible. But I don't think it's realistic. Rand said. With so many demonic creatures and such a high energy level, even a demon wouldn't be able to do that. I'm more inclined to be a natural phenomenon. By the way, it was mentioned in the information that the environment here used to be very harsh? ”

"That's right, Captain."

"But I can't see it now." Rand looked around, except for the bloody corpses everywhere, the natural environment was far from harsh, not even bad. "I don't know what happened, but it's clear that something has changed here since our expedition team left. Perhaps it was this environmental anomaly that drove these demonic creatures into a berserk. ”

"I hope you're right." The bat replied, still a little worried in his tone. "Because if it's not, it means we're in big trouble."

"It won't be more troublesome than killing a demon." Rand said calmly. Look down at your hands. "Trust me, we'll do it."

"Do as you command, head." The bat said, turning off the communication.

Rand then looked around and said to the soldiers who were watching him. "Hear it all, we have nothing to fear. These creatures couldn't kill us just now, and they won't be able to kill us in the future. Let the rest in, we need more manpower to explore this plain. ”

"Yes!" A human officer replied, giving the order without hesitation.

Rand's influence is getting bigger and bigger, and he has already crossed the ranks and begun to take effect, which is also the hope of those big families and big conglomerates behind the Wind Turbidity Domain. Because only then will the voices from the native realm truly become the masters, rather than needing outsiders and demons to keep the peace. The splendor of humanity in the last era has been spurring them all the time to accomplish this mission.

And what's interesting is that as the other side, the surpassed, the pursued. Lorcan, however, is happy to see it happen.

"Rand has improved a lot, and it seems that the lesson he learned last time was very useful." Sitting on the shoulder of a magical mech, Lorcan listened to the constant feedback from the channel.

Around him, too, there was a small force following, only much less than on Lante's side.

"My lord, this is not fair to you." One of the attendants said, his eyes full of regret. He had many wounds on his body, and it was clear that he had just experienced an unusually brutal battle.

In fact, only the members of this team knew that Lorcan had killed no less demonic creatures than Rand in the conflict just now, on the contrary, because he had few followers, he had to bear more pressure and suffer more damage.

But Lorcan concealed it all, and even stopped making a noise in the channel. He allowed Rand to develop contacts and prestige. It's as if you don't know anything.

This made everyone who followed him feel wronged.

"What is fairness?"

Lorcan didn't answer his subordinates, just raised his head and looked into the distance of the plain.

"You don't understand, all this is exactly what I wanted......"