Covered in mud and with some withered yellow reeds stuck in it, this sentry belonging to the Bright Swordsman Regiment was like a piece of dead wood, lying motionless in the muddy pond by a small lake, his two eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the wall of the 'Divine City' three miles away. He grabbed a magic scroll in his hand, and as long as he squeezed the article of the fire paint seal on it with a little force, a huge fireball would rise into the sky, notifying the large army behind him that something was wrong in the 'Divine City'.

He had been lying here all night, and he didn't feel the slightest bit tired. Around him, there were thirteen other companions from the Bright Swordsman Regiment lying in ambush, and their task was to monitor the movements of the 'Divine City', and if there was any abnormal movement, they would immediately report back to the large army in the rear. A scorching flame that filled their chests made them lie on their stomachs in the muddy muddy water in the cold wind of early autumn, but they did not feel any cold or tiredness. Some people say that such flames are often because of hatred, but for these proud swordsmen, the source of this flame is shame, the deepest shame in the world.

The glorious and undying 'City of God', a majestic fortress blessed by the gods themselves, has not wavered in the slightest after hundreds of thousands of years of bloody fighting, but it has been occupied by the enemy in their hands. This powerful fortress was occupied by a group of barbarians with no armor on their bodies and only wooden sticks in their hands. How could these proud swordsmen endure all this? They lay on their stomachs in the muddy water, but they only felt hot, and the god of sleep desperately worked his magic on them, and their eyes were still as sharp and murderous as those of beasts about to strike.

Tu carried his fist-thick, one-man high iron rod in his hand, and quietly led a dozen clansmen to the ground. They had just crawled out of the tunnel, and behind them, eight such teams quietly slipped out of the tunnel, gesturing to each other, and then quietly dispersed in all directions. On the 'Forgotten Continent', they often go out hunting in the middle of the night, taking advantage of the time when the storm has stopped, so their eyes are used to the darkness, and as long as there is a little bit of skylight, they can clearly see objects more than three hundred feet away.

Fortunately, there were a few stars in the sky blinking weakly, staring blankly at the land. This little light, enough, for the figure of what they have to do, enough. Fortunately, the gentle autumn wind blew the long grass that was gradually withering and yellowing on the ground, making a 'thin rustle' sound. As long as their footsteps are not too fast, the slightest sound is enough to drown out their footsteps.

In the darkness of the near dawn of the night, the figure emitted an eerie, demonic reddish glow. He motioned for his companions behind him to stop, and everyone crouched quietly in the long grass, letting the anxious little worms that feared for their lives jump on their heads and faces. The autumn wind blew, and the long grass in front of him fluttered gently, revealing a gap. The eyes of the picture, which happened to be in this gap, caught a figure in a muddy pond a hundred feet ahead.

The man had a thick layer of mud on his body and some reeds stuck in it. However, the fighting qi in the body of this bright swordsman was too strong, and a trace of heat continued to emanate from his body, allowing the water vapor in the mud to gradually evaporate. A trace of insignificant heat was brought out along the water vapor, and these anomalies were enough for Tu to discover the hiding place of this bright swordsman.

Tu gently tilted his head to the sky, grateful in his heart for the gift of the gods. In the hellish world of the 'Forgotten Continent', after hundreds of thousands of years of hard struggle to survive, these sinners have more or less evolved or mutated. They possess the terrifying ability of a snake to detect the location of their prey with a little heat, a skill that their people have honed over countless nights as they sneak up on the small herd. Now, Tu uses this power to discover the sentinels of the garrison of the 'Divine City'.

Like a small rabbit, Tu quickly brushed the gap in the long grass and pounced on the bright swordsman. He had ascertained that there were no other sentinels in ambush within two hundred feet of the Light Swordsman's body. Just a gust of wind blew, and the sound of the long grass swinging wildly hid the action of the figure very well.

The Light Swordsman was staring at the walls of the 'Divine City', his eyes constantly scanning the grass around him, which was an instinctive action of him, and when he looked at a target, he had to constantly observe whether there might be objects that threatened him. The wind blew softly, and then, a gust of wind blew, and the long grass around made a 'brush' sound, and some debris in the mud suddenly rose and flew to his eyes.

The Light Swordsman's eyes closed slightly, fending off the clutter that might injure his eyeballs. And he never had a chance to open his eyes again, a thick iron rod stabbed through his waist, and without making a sound, his body was lifted three feet, and then, thirteen terrible blows fell on his body one after another. A ** and feminine force rushed in from the place where the iron rod touched his body, shattering all the bones, tendons, and internal organs in his body. Waves of terrifying heat collided within him, evaporating almost all the blood in his body in an instant.

The Light Swordsman's last reaction was to grab the magic scroll's badge with his right hand, and then, the infinite pain plunged him into hell, and his mind was completely darkened. His grip was enough to break the fire-lacquered badge, the badge shattered, and the power of the magic scroll suddenly burst out.

Tu squatted on the ground, looking at his prey proudly, the heat contained in his fighting spirit had turned his body into a dry corpse, and the mud on his body had almost been roasted, it seemed that his strength had made great progress recently. At this moment, a huge flame burst out from the corpse's right hand, and the red fire trembled slightly, condensing into a fireball the size of a human head, and rushed towards the sky with a 'whew'.

Tu's movements were not unpleasant, his left hand quickly grabbed the fireball, and his body also pulled up like the wind, after the fireball was twenty feet off the ground, his left hand grabbed the scorching fireball, and carried his fighting spirit, and grasped it fiercely. 'Boom' loud bang, the sudden explosion made Tu embarrassed, his left hand hastily transported the fighting qi is not very strong, and the one who sealed this magic scroll is one of the few old monsters in the Divine Demon Guidance Group, the power of this seemingly ordinary fireball explosion made Tu's left hand almost turn into a roast pig's trotter. And the huge sound also spread far away on the plain of dawn.

A series of bitterness has not yet been cried out, so that the picture almost fainted The thing appeared again, not far away, thirteen fireballs in a row rushed into the sky, eleven fireballs were intercepted by black shadows, after receiving heavy blows, these fireballs exploded, those black shadows obviously did not expect that this seemingly ordinary fireball was so powerful, and a wooden stake was generally blown away thirty or forty feet. The other two fireballs that were not intercepted rushed up thousands of feet into the air, and then exploded into a brilliant fire full of sky, and the loud sound of 'rumble, boom' made the ground tremble slightly.

The sinners who had come out to attack the sentries stared blankly at the two fireballs that erupted in the sky, the scorching light shining on them, but it made them cold. In the bushes behind him, his compatriots only rushed out of the three or five thousand people, if the garrison of the 'Divine City' now took the opportunity to fight back, and then threw a few powerful forbidden spells into the tunnel, the current tunnel was full of people, it would at least kill tens of thousands of compatriots. Tu grabbed his hair in pain and tore it hard, and a low curse sound came out of his mouth: "Damn, damn it, why can't those guys be careful? Oh my God... ”

Fireballs erupted five miles ahead, followed by fifteen miles ahead, and it seemed that their movements had been passed on by the sentinels of the Bright Swordsman Regiment. Tu screamed: "Gather, no matter what, give me to withstand the impact they just started, give me the resistance, as long as you resist the first wave of impact, when our people rush out, they will die... Come and tell Tempers to do what he planned and make as many people as possible rush out. ”

Tu really hated it, hated those damn 'Divine City' garrisons, they actually came up with such a vicious plan. On the day the city broke, the more than 20,000 strongest elites sent out by his coalition army to rush into the tunnels under the city wall to hunt down the residents of the 'Divine City' were all crushed to death by the suddenly collapsed city wall. If the ones you brought out today were the strongest elites, where would such a mistake occur? You should be like yourself, intercepting the fireball when it is not far from the ground.

However, Tu soon did not regret it, because he thought that even he had intercepted the fireball twenty feet above the ground, and then the fireball exploded, which was enough for the enemy to discover his actions. It seems that you can't blame your own people for not doing their best, but these garrisons of the damn 'Divine City' are too cunning, really, they are too cunning. Even such magic scrolls can be given to sentinels, they are so disgusting.

The master of the two hundred criminals flew behind Tu, and they all understood the seriousness of the matter, if the garrison of the 'Divine City' rushed over now, I am afraid that it would cause great damage to their own people, right? Because the undead soldiers stink, the coalition forces did not allow them to stay in the city, and it would take at least two or three hours to drive them from outside the walls on the other side. Everyone's face was like a picture, with a kind of death-defying consciousness, a clear and solemn aura, which suddenly filled their bodies, like Buddhas.

Twenty miles away, in Hart's camp, the leaders saw the alarm. The warriors were in an uproar, and they crawled out of their thin marching blankets, straightened their armor, grabbed their weapons, and took a few bites of the little food they had left over from the previous night, while standing in a neat line. The knights of glory mounted their horses one after another, lined up in a neat charging formation, and the swords of Rulin were raised in unison, and the shouts of 'glory, that is, my life' resounded throughout the plain.

The beast soul warriors let out a beastly roar, and their eyes glowed bloody. They desperately slammed into each other's heavy weapons, making an earth-shattering noise. The swordsmen of light fell to one knee on one knee and prayed earnestly, 'In the name of light, banish all evil'. The judges silently examined their fists and weapons, and for a long time, they shouted at the same time: "With the power of my gods, I will judge everything in the world." ”

The majestic roar came twenty miles away, making them tense involuntarily. With so many people, if they rushed over at the same time, Tu had already imagined his fate, which was to be trampled into meat sauce by countless war horses. At this time, he just remembered Li's face again... Tu was stunned for a moment, a strong heat flow rose from the lower abdomen, and the fighting energy in his body rotated wildly, as if he had found the meaning and goal of survival, he looked up to the sky and let out a terrible howl: "Ah~~~!"

The two hundred sinners behind him, and the three thousand sinners who rushed frantically behind him, let out a terrible howl at the same time. They howled like this when the old people of the clan committed suicide with expressionless faces, they let out such howls when they saw their children being starved to death, and they also howled like this when they fought with crazy monsters and were beaten to pieces... Now, in the face of their own mortality, they once again let out such a howl, which had no meaning but contained all meanings. For a time, the blood and tears of their entire nation for more than 100,000 years, the heavy and bitter road of survival, seemed to be condensed in this moment.

Three thousand two hundred and one sinners who were howling frantically, holding up the weapons in their hands, they strode forward and met them in the direction where the hundreds of thousands of troops of the 'Divine City' might be rushing. It's like, just like when their ancestors were expelled from this continent, the 20,000 soldiers behind the palace rushed forward against millions of continental coalition troops.

Hart: They heard the howls of despair that contained a powerful fighting spirit, full of unyielding and near-death. Mubarata roared excitedly, his body hair growing rapidly, he had already been provoked to have a strong fighting spirit, and he was ready to rush forward with his beast soul warrior.

Hart gently grabbed the impulsive Mubarata with one hand, and he said in a deep voice, "Retreat." It seems that they have dug through the tunnels and are ready to give us a fatal blow at dawn, but alas, the warriors we sent out shattered their dreams... Retreat, their large army will soon come out of the tunnels, our warriors, there is no longer the strength to fight them, save your strength, and wait for a chance to teach them a fatal lesson. ”

Mubarata was a rude barbarian, but he was not an unreasonable person, and after he was stunned for a moment, he slowly put away his crazy heart and let his body return to normal. Yaka nodded slightly, he raised the sword in his hand and said, "Brothers of the Knights of Glory go first." The Beast Soul Warrior is behind the central hall, with the Swordsman of Light on the left wing and the Judge Fighter on the right wing. If there are pursuers, the Knights of Glory will immediately turn back and charge. "Yaka is clever in his deployment, and he leaves plenty of room for the Knights of Glory to charge. It's a good formation to have the Beast Soul Warrior who can best resist the impact catch the opponent's attack, and let the Light Swordsman and the Judgment Fighter outflank the enemy's pursuers left and right, and then deliver a deadly impact with the Glory Knights.

According to Yaka's orders, the garrisons of the 'Divine City' unwillingly looked in the direction of the 'Divine City' and slowly opened up. Mubarata gasped for breath in his nose, and an angry axe swung to the ground, and a series of large characters that sank deep into the ground appeared: "Remember, bastards, we will definitely be back!" - Beast Soul Warrior Regiment: Mubarata. Every word is so tense, so wild and uninhibited, and a strong killing intent comes to the face. Each word is more than a dozen feet in size, and with the powerful fighting spirit contained in it, Mubarata is almost like a group of warriors about to charge.

Hart was silent, he drew his long sword, the sword flashed, and a row of large letters appeared under Mubarata's signature: "Knights of Glory: Hart." ”

"Swordsmen of Light: Yaka. "Ruling Fighters: Dest. The four leaders present waved their signatures with their weapons, and then glanced back at the home where they had lived for decades, full of unwillingness, but full of expectation, and followed their subordinates forward. Yes, as Mubarata said, they will definitely return.

Gasping frantically, the fighting energy in his body was running wildly at a speed close to his own violent body, and his physical strength and reflexes had reached their peak, no, they had even surpassed their peak state. Tu led a total of 6,800 people to the camp of Hart, and by this time, Hart's army had already left. Looking at the empty camp, looking at the bonfire with embers still emitting clear smoke, they stayed for a long time, and suddenly sat down on the ground.

A criminal general laughed maniacally: "Hahahaha, they, they knew we were coming, they fled." Hahahaha, a bunch of cowards, they actually ran away. ”

Everyone, including the picture, burst out laughing. Yes, the enemy fled, and his life was saved, and they laughed loudly, and the muscles in their bodies suddenly relaxed, and the fighting spirit just now, the high fighting spirit just now didn't know where to go. A group of warriors who were still thinking about fighting to the death just now immediately turned into a group of lazy civilians enjoying an outing in the spring sun. Tu lay lazily on the ground and began to calculate: "Well, the enemy has retreated? This is fine, so that our army will have plenty of time to rush out, and when we have gathered a large army, we will go and sweep their territory." Ah, a little further ahead, is where our ancestors lived?"

A trace of murderous aura rushed towards Tu, Tu's loose muscles immediately tensed, he slowly grabbed his iron rod, stood up carefully, and walked in the direction where the murderous aura came from. When some of his closest clansmen noticed Tu's unusual behavior, they all jumped up and walked forward behind Tu. Right in the middle of the camp, they saw the big letters with teeth and claws, and saw the signatures of the five leaders.

Tu looked at those big characters and read them softly, he was also one of the few people in the clan who was still literate: "Remember, mix... Bastards, we'll be back... Mubarata, Hart, Yaka, Dest, hum, you, your souls can only come back here after you die, right? This is our territory, how can you come back here? We won't fail, we'll never fail again, damn you, how can we still fail?"

A powerful murderous aura emerged from the figure and rushed towards the letter. The iron rod in Tu's hand was unfurled, and a stick was struck out, and he was ready to turn this damn word into smash, this was completely a joke, what excuse and reason do these defeated generals have, and what qualifications do they have to say these big words? This kind of arrogant speech can only be said by he, Tu, who is a victor. Damn, you have to erase that phrase to save the morale of those timid guys.

A blood-red fighting aura rushed towards the word, enveloping a distance of a hundred feet. Tu is going to turn over this piece of ground in one fell swoop, so that he can erase this damn word, right? However, pulled by his powerful fighting qi, Hart's murderous and vindictive aura hidden in those words also burst out. Like a tornado, it was overwhelmingly slashed, chaotic but impermeable to the wind, it was Mubarata's fighting spirit; it was upright, every word was cleaved with a fighting spirit, like a knight stabbing in the front, it was Hart's fighting spirit; it was as beautiful as a painting, flowing from those words, full of the sparkle of the stars, it was Yaka's fighting spirit; just right, incomparably sharp, as if it were countless blades, it was the fighting spirit left by Dest.

It was as if the four major leaders had made a move at Tu at the same time, and the overwhelming offensive rolled up the dust in the sky, making the sinners around Tu instinctively retreat to the rear. Their idea was to avoid the sharpness of this combined attack and then wait for a counterattack. And Tu's pride would never allow him to do so, and he sent out a stick with all his might.

A force that seemed to be red glass, had already formed a substantial fighting spirit at all, and it rushed out like a fan, colliding with the four fighting spirits. With a loud bang, the ground within a radius of twenty feet shook up and down, and Tu only felt a terrifyingly powerful force rushing towards his iron rod, and the fighting spirit in his body actually began to tremble and retreat in front of this force with four distinct characteristics.

Let go, let go of his iron rod, and then the two thighs slammed hard, and Tu's body flew backwards thirteen feet. The iron rod exploded in the air, and countless finger-sized iron sticks rained towards Tu Fei's body, and in the deafening scream, Tu was forced to take off the light leather armor on his body, and threw it desperately after infusing his fighting spirit, and the leather armor that was hard over granite was pierced into a sieve by countless iron skewers, and then it fell to the ground.

Tu got up from the ground in embarrassment, and he muttered in a low voice, "I can probably get to a tie with two more people like this." However, thinking that their fighting spirit stays on the ground, and they can exert at most seventy to eighty percent of their own strength, then, I can safely defeat one of them, but it can't be the opponent of the two of them, well, very terrible enemy, in our clan, I'm afraid there are few people who can compete with them. ”

Seeing the first metal weapon in his life being shattered, Tu's heart couldn't tell whether it was sad or happy. The *** of the war that had just slackened off was triggered again by these four powerful fighting spirits, and Tu loudly conveyed the order: "All the necromancers follow us and set off, tell everyone to hurry up, and after we gather an army, we will go after those cowardly enemies... Well, our people want 100,000, 10,000 orcs, 20,000 dwarves, 7,000 adult elves, about that number, and we can go. Quick, quick, quick, inform the leaders in the back. ”

A group of sinners cheered and rushed back, and the picture looked blankly at the row of big characters with teeth and claws, and there was a faint gloomy feeling in his heart.

'Dangdang', three swords stabbed Lei naked's upper body, but they were bounced back as if they had stabbed a golden stone. Lei shouted wildly, the long sword in his hand took advantage of the trend, a red light flew by, and the three heads flew high. With a hard press of his left hand on the battlements of the city wall, Lei's body flew up the city wall like a dark cloud. Countless rebels in silver armor exclaimed loudly, "Oh my God, that damn guy is coming up. The monster that can't be killed is up... Oh, my God. ”

Ever since Bobkat told Ray that if a human body is baptized with dragon blood, it will have terrifying physical defenses, Ray has become a humanoid heavily armored chariot when he fights. Those warriors below the Golden Knight can't cause any damage to his skin at all, and the knights of the Golden First, Second, and Third Orders are not as strong as him, and they can't break through the defense of his Dou Qi to hurt him, as for the Golden Fourth Order and Fifth Order Knights... These high-ranking knights have already been pulled by the Ou family's bigwigs to be bodyguards, so how could they come here to guard the cities near the borders of these provinces?

Standing far behind the siege troops, commanding the advance and retreat of the team, Lomat, watched Lei show his might to conquer a section of the city wall, disperse the rebel soldiers in the city, and beckoned his berserk warriors to rush to the city wall, and suddenly sighed: "Our lord, my brother, used to be just a savage bear, but now it's good, it's actually promoted to a humanoid tyrannosaurus, I really don't know if it's our luck or the sorrow of those rebels... Alright, magicians, go and show your might. ”

Seeing that Ray had destroyed all the crossbows near the wall, Lomat did not hesitate to order Smart's magicians to rush in this direction. Guarded by a dense network of shieldbearers, the mages walked leisurely to less than five hundred feet in front of the city walls, and then powerful magic erupted from their hands and poured into the city, causing terrified howls from within. Countless rebel soldiers screamed, "Oh my God, how is it possible, how can there be so many magicians?"

The rebels didn't know that the first batch of 25,000 mage legions of the Smart Empire had joined the ranks of the Five Beast Legions to quell the rebellion. And what made them even more desperate was still to come, and with the sound of 'rumbling' heavy steps, the fifteen humanoid puppets carefully avoided the ant-like dragon soldiers on the ground, and strode in the direction of the city gate. They had huge swords three meters long in their hands, emitting a strong glow that showed how terrifying their next blow would be.

Fifteen half-moon-shaped swords flashed out, and the steel gate was torn apart like pieces of paper, and before the hundreds of rebel soldiers in the city gate could groan, the whole thing was split into pieces of flesh, and blood was splashed on the city wall and the ground, like cheap dye. The puppets rushed to the city gate without hesitation, and their huge arms pushed the section of the city wall on the city gate indiscriminately, and with the continuous bombardment of the magicians behind, this section of the city wall immediately collapsed.

So, Lei jumped down lightly, and he rushed into the city first, behind him, fifteen puppets that appeared in a bloody alley with a wave of their swords, and a little behind, hundreds of high-ranking knights of the dragon legion. Originally, none of these high-level knights would participate in siege battles in the battle sequence, but since there were so many high-level smart mages in the legion, the situation was different. Look at the flashing light on their bodies, each of them is blessed with at least twenty different defensive spells, ordinary attacks can't even touch their hair, but they can wantonly slaughter the approaching rebel officers and soldiers, plus their strong skills, they are completely invincible team.

Led by five high-ranking officers, Karub, Crete, Yasuo, Meath, and Kuhn, they flooded the struggling rebel soldiers near the city gates, rushed down the streets into the city, and quickly began to clear the defenders of the city along the alleys.

The defenders on the city wall had just been cleared by the magicians, and the thunder had subdued them, and the archers from the Duchy of Fort Carson immediately turned onto the city wall, and under the protection of the shield soldiers, sharp arrows were scattered into the city like demons, and countless rebel soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

The rebels began to panic, they saw fifteen approaching magic puppets that were tall, strong, hard, powerful, and impossible to be knocked down, and the rebels' psychology immediately collapsed, why did they still fight desperately? Even if Kari was able to become the king of an independent principality, what good would he have? Wasn't he an ordinary soldier? Not to mention that if his life was lost, wouldn't those bounties also lose their effect?

The army was disorganized, and the soldiers began to flee, and they did not dare to surrender to the Dragons, because Ray had already killed many of the rebellious soldiers without mercy - this was Siddock's request, and since these soldiers had betrayed their homeland, they should not remain in the territory of the Van Empire. Loyal to his duty, although still a little reluctant, but it also makes sense, in order to have a stable rear to resist the attacks of the criminals, these rebels should not stay in the territory of the empire. So, they had no choice but to die. And this kind of killing brings those rebel soldiers a greater fear, they can betray their homeland, but they will never dare to face a legendary killer king.

Ray raised his sword and let out a loud roar, "Kill, kill these damn guys." Damn, we should have been fighting in the 'City of God', these abominable flies. Kill them all. The soldiers of the Dragon Legion shouted at the same time, raised their weapons, and killed these rebels who were already slightly weaker than themselves, and who had no intention of resisting at this moment. As a result, the rebels were completely defeated.

The defeated army rushed towards the east gate, which was left for the inhabitants to escape in the declaration before Thunder's siege, and Ray seemed to have kept his promise, and there was not a single soldier of the Dragon Legion outside the gate. Where could the rebels who fled in the desert think so much, and fled bravely towards the east gate. As long as you can escape from the terrible invulnerable thunder behind you, escape from those terrible magic golems, escape from those terrible magicians, you can do anything.

Run, run, run, weapons can be thrown away, armor can be taken off, anyway, the speed of escaping is the fastest. Therefore, when the progress of Lei and them was hindered by the increasing number of weapons and armor on the street, the rebels had already rushed out of the east gate in high spirits, and they generally retained a long snake formation and fled towards the east. I heard that Kari was built a strong castle by Duke Ou over there, and I heard that there are still a large number of troops in it, and everyone should be able to save their lives when they come together, right?

All the rebels fled the city, and the Dragons took complete control of the city. A sneer hung on the corner of Lei's mouth standing on the tower of the East Gate City, and he looked at the Smart Drill Dragon Seventh-Order Fire Magician beside him. The magician smiled and nodded, and with a shake of his hand, a meter-diameter fireball flew into the sky, then exploded into a sky full of sparks.

The sound of 'rumbling' hooves shook the heavens, and fifty thousand bicester horsemen rushed towards the rebels who had discarded their armor and weapons from three directions, as if they were carrying a dark cloud of death on three sides. The rebels let out a terrible cry, some fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, twitching desperately, some opened their mouths wide and ran wildly without any consciousness, some screamed in horror and jumped up in panic on the spot, about half of the rebels began to search the empty ground after screaming, looking for something that might be used as a weapon or cover, but where is such a good thing? The occasional discovery of a tree trunk immediately caused a frenzied brawl and snatching by a bunch of soldiers, and blood was already sprinkled on the ground before the Bicester Iron Cavalry arrived.

Ray stood on the city wall and spat out indifferently: "It's really... A bunch of garbage. "Lei is very puzzled, they are all soldiers of the Van Empire, they are all soldiers of the Van Empire, those who fought desperately and bloodily in Xili Province are not also the duke's private army? In the Teke Canyon, the poor people who cooperated with themselves to resist the attack of the coalition army are not also those private armies? After the Teke Canyon was broken through, in despair, they stood up their weapons and stood side by side with themselves to duel with the million coalition troops, isn't it also such a private army?

But how can this group of clowns in front of them be regarded as soldiers of the invincible Vat Empire?

After pondering for a while, Lei smashed his head with the hilt of his sword, and in the surprised eyes of the generals behind him, Lei came up with the following words: "I understand, these guys, when they betray their motherland, they also abandon the spirit that their motherland represents. The spirit of Fante is to fight unyieldingly, even in the face of a desperate situation, to fight indomitable, this is the spirit of the 'warrior'. And these guys, since they have abandoned their homeland, how can they still remember the meaning of their motherland? Then, it is very understandable that they are so ugly. Hahaha, I see, no wonder their combat effectiveness is so poor, we have recovered thirty-one cities in seven days. ”

Lomat and the others stared blankly at Ray, who had said the above words. After a long time, the fire mage of the Smart Empire nodded lightly and said in a low voice: "Is the spirit of your motherland represented? I didn't expect that this gorilla-like barbarian general could and could see through such a profound thing. Isn't it a coincidence, though?"

When Lomat heard the mage's words, he nodded involuntarily, muttering in his heart: "It must be a coincidence, otherwise this guy who can drive away all the beasts within a radius of a mile when he sleeps every night will pay attention to such words?"

The generals were all shocked by Lei's sudden words, although Lei's words were very stubborn, and there were no flowery words, but they were to the point. Historically, those who abandoned their motherland and betrayed the reputation and interests of their motherland were not honored to be given the gorgeous common name of '×× traitor'?

Bicester's iron horseman, like a giant scythe, easily harvested the lives of these rebels who had no resistance. The blood splattered on the ground in a projectile shape was immediately trampled into pools of purple mud by the rude hooves of the horses. Life has always been like this on the battlefield and has no value. Bobkat, riding on one of the tallest horses, sneered and sneered at the body of the last golden knight with his giant sword, smiling as he shook off the blood on the blade of the sword, and made a very enjoyable gesture towards Rebi on the city wall.

Ray looked at Bobkaat and said, "What a fucking shame, we still have you guys meddling in our own country's affairs, and we don't have any glory in it." However, since the interests of the mainland are the most important, we can only throw away our own face and kill those rebels is the right thing. ”

With a wave of his sword, he thoroughly searched every house in the city, and after making sure that there were no rebels in the city or that there were but it was impossible to leave a few, the large army of the Dragon Legion once again advanced towards the east. Like a raging hurricane, they swept through a city, clearing out the rebels inside, not even bothering to bury the corpses, and continued to move eastward. The aftermath will naturally be handled by the garrison sent by the imperial capital. Those great nobles who want to share some benefits in the territory of these four dukes, since they dare not send troops to fight the people, it is the most cost-effective thing to use their own troops to occupy a little rebellious territory.

Hart and their large army are also advancing rapidly, they have entered the god-given grassland, the long grass here is still green, high to the neck of the long grass, groups of wild beasts infested, too long to see humans, these beasts do not know the horror of human beings, they do not care at all in the vicinity of the army frolicking and playing, completely unaware of the warriors who croaked in their stomachs, have cast their fiery eyes on them, like a boy in love looking at his lover.

The army dispersed under the command of the generals, and each 10,000-man team was two miles away and began to hunt and prepare food. The long grass gently covered this army, and as long as it was separated by three or five miles, it was impossible to detect their movements. When the plains outside the city began to blow cold winds, and when the snow had begun to fall on the territory of the Bicester Empire, this grassland still had a mild and humid climate, which also brought plenty of food to the soldiers of the garrison.

More than a dozen Glory Knights, who were slightly younger and had just been added to the official team, excitedly picked out fist-sized mushrooms the size of a fist from the circle of white mushrooms, which exuded an attractive fragrance. They laughed happily, such a mushroom ring with a diameter of more than 20 feet stood on the back of a horse and could not be seen at a glance, it was simply an inexhaustible food storehouse. Hart smiled and stopped the young men's loud laughter, after all, this was in the marching column, and although it was a short rest, it was not possible for friendly troops to make fun of their soldiers for being undisciplined, right?

Hart glanced at the Flame Knight Farr beside him, and said with a low smile: "Look at these young people, they don't know any nervousness, they will be our most valuable treasure." ”

Farr, who is also a Grand Knight of the Glory Order, nodded lightly and said approvingly: "Yes, even when the big battle is coming, you must maintain a relaxed mental state, which is what a good warrior should show." They're all very good, well, but I'm still optimistic about Li's little girl, she's the best. ”

Hart shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Rhein has lost his temper, he refuses to let Lee out of his sight, otherwise he can let Lee exercise in the team behind the palace... Oh, the scouts are sent out, ready to support the brothers in the back, they will have to resist the first wave of the enemy's onslaught, if the enemy dares to pursue. ”

Farr nodded: "Three hundreds, keep in touch with the three friendly forces behind at any time, as long as they are attacked, we can go back to support them in the time of a meal." Hart, don't worry. The enemy will surely dare to pursue them, at least they are now outnumbered by us, and we have lost the help of the walls. After a pause, Farr whispered, "It's strange that our walls have collapsed like this, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to really do anything to us with such a force." ”

Hart nodded wordlessly.

Fifty miles later, when the garrison of the 'Divine City' was happily preparing lunch, the army led by Tu was already about to arrive at the prairie. For the first time in his life, he rode on a war horse, and his butt was bumped and a little sore, and it was obvious that there was a clear dividing line on the ground. On this side of the boundary, near the 'Divine City', the blades of grass have begun to turn yellow, while on the other side of the boundary, the grass is green, the stream is murmuring, and you can even see tiny butterflies dancing on the tips of the blades of grass. These butterflies also seem to know that the wind here is already full of cold, and they always stay on the other side of the line, without the slightest intention of crossing the line.

All the sinners burst into tears, and the sinners on their horses slipped off their horses and fell to their knees with all their brethren. Tu's big hand held his cheek and sobbed softly: "God, your guidance is right, this is the place where our tribal seal should live." What a fertile, how beautiful, what a rich steppe. God, we are back, we are finally back to the place where our ancestors once lived, where the invincible warriors of our ancestors once shed their blood. ”

Even the rolling and crawling rushed into the god-given grassland, and Tu and countless sinners lay down in the grass, deeply smelling the rich earthy fragrance. Tu's big hand grabbed a large piece of black dirt, and he shook it heavily, and the dirt suddenly became a ball, and the fat mud seeped out from between his fingers like grease. Tu groaned, the land on the 'Forgotten Continent', what kind of land is that, it's like a desert, and the land here, as long as a little seed is sprinkled, it doesn't need to be cared for at all, it will grow countless crops, right?

Many sinners could not control their impulses, and they stuffed handfuls of dirt and grass into their mouths, savoring the taste of their homeland.

The queue of orcs, dwarves, and elves behind them were all frozen, what a beautiful land, and the barren continent could not be compared at all. So, what kind of beauty would be the place where their own ancestors had lived? What kind of paradise would it be? For a moment, the whole procession forgot to move forward, and all stopped where it was. Everyone's face showed a look of extreme fascination and longing. As for the underworlds, although they couldn't see their faces clearly, their excitement could be seen from their slightly trembling armor.

In the end, it was still the most emotionally cold, and at the same time, because he had spent too many years, he had seen through a lot of things, and strode towards Tu, he picked up Tu's body with one hand, and gently picked up an iron rod that Tu Xin had obtained, and after holding it with one hand, he shouted: "Stand up, Tu, what do you look like?" Stand up, pursue the enemy, only by completely destroying them, can we enjoy our land with peace of mind, otherwise, we will be expelled sooner or later. ”

The iron rod was shoved into Tu's hand. Tu clenched the iron rod in his hand, greedily looked at the rich land in front of him, and took a breath of the warm, moist air with a sweet fragrance. Look, these verdant grasses, bright lakes, herds of running beasts, towering trees on the grasslands, full of life... Listen to the sound of the grass sprouts, the sound of the lake snoring comfortably in the breeze, the long hissing of the beasts, and the sound of the canopy of the great tree swaying its branches in the wind. This is heaven at all.

Tu's hand was raised, and he let out a cry full of joy: "Ah~~~!"

One hundred thousand arms were raised, one hundred thousand sinners stood up, and the same joyful cry came out of one hundred thousand throats: "Ah~~~!"

Inspired by them, the orcs raised their weapons and let out an earth-shattering roar: "Oh~~~!"

The dwarves raised their heavy hammers and axes, and jumped and roared, "Roar!" Their hands were still busy clutching their flasks and pouring liquor into their mouths.

The elegant elves closed their eyes, and instead of shouting, they murmured prayers, and a dozen beautiful female elves sang beautiful, ancient songs uncontrollably, and the singing of silver bells mixed with the majestic roar spread far and wide.

Clumps of grass bent down gently, and they humbled themselves humbly before this majestic roar, before the true masters of the land. Waves of waves ran down the grass, as if the whole sea of grass was dancing. The piercing sound of the bone flute came from the roar of this wave, and those terrifying-looking necromancers blew the bone flute with smiles on their faces, and the poignant and piercing bone flute, like a storm on the 'Forgotten Continent', rolled up a monstrous battle intent.

Tu roared: "On this continent, there are countless such lands. Brothers, kill all those pampered human beings, and these lands will belong to us. Kill all the damned humans, and our children and grandchildren will multiply in such a land. Kill all the hypocritical human beings who are evil in themselves but call themselves righteous, our people, and will not weep out of hunger and thirst. Killing the abominable human beings who believe in the gods of hypocrisy, our race, will have eternal peace and tranquility ... Rush on, start by killing all the garrisons of the damned 'Divine City'. ”

More than 100,000 weapons were raised high, and a torrent of metal parted the grass, scattering the beasts, and startling the birds resting in the grass, and rushed forward. Eighteen Hades flew at the front of the line, surveying every blade of grass, sniffing even the faintest hint of suspicious breath in the air, observing the traces on the ground, accurately guiding the army of hundreds of thousands to the camp where Mubarata was resting.

It's only fifty miles away. The sinners were so aggressive that they ran faster than their horses, the orcs were so strong that running this distance was not a burden at all, and the dwarves, though their legs were too short, were faster under the stimulation of alcohol and aided by the elves' air magic. Those weak necromancers, in order to save their magic power, some flew in the air, and some rode on the thunder beasts that came with them, and they were also moving forward extremely fast. Those thunderbeasts that had been fed with plenty of food could not run faster than the fastest horses, as if they were small hills charging wildly.

It was only fifty miles away, and with the efforts of these men, it only took them a little more than an hour to rush to the vicinity of Mubarata's camp. Dozens of beast soul warriors were sitting scattered more than a mile away from the camp, holding the roast beast meat in their hands and gnawing wildly, they were the sentinels who had been dispatched. It was very easy for them to hear the footsteps of the sinners brigade very early, and the sound of birds flying and beasts rushing could be heard from ten miles away.

These beast soul warriors wanted to sound the alarm, and a faint black wind was already blowing. These warm winds made their bodies paralyzed in an instant, and they had a very difficult time to take a step forward. These beast soul warriors forcibly struggled, and the fighting energy in their bodies surged out, dispelling the bad feeling in their bodies. Suddenly, they were relaxed and waved the weapons in their hands, and the eighteen black shadows were already ghostly approaching.

Thirty-six black fist winds roared out, rubbing and colliding with each other in the air, almost in the blink of an eye, and these fist winds turned into a thick black tornado, countless sharp wind blades rubbing and crashing in the whirlwind, tearing apart everything they touched. Those beast soul warriors didn't have time to make a sound, they could only deal with these eighteen terrible enemies first, and the fighting spirit of these enemies actually made the ground near them tremble, and the crazy howling tornado, like a ghost, made a terrible sound, and their souls seemed to be absorbed into it.

Dozens of fierce spirits pounced on the black dragon scroll, and these powerful beast soul warriors, with their fighting spirit and strength, gave eighteen underworld people a heavy blow to the head. However, none of their forces were actually there. The black tornado was simply empty, and after their fighting qi attacked it, it was immediately melted and absorbed, and turned into the power of the tornado.

The howl came out, and several beast soul warriors were dragged in by the tornado while they were still in a daze, and the underworld people hidden behind the black storm pounced greedily, and their powerful punches hit the bodies of these warriors, shattering their armor and bones, and began to withdraw their souls. The soul of such a strong warrior is the best tonic for the underworld. The more souls absorbed and stronger, the stronger their power will be. This is also the reason why they have lived in the barren Forgotten Continent for so long, and their strength has decreased to the level of Li. It seems that people who grow up in barren land, no matter how powerful they are, their souls are full of bitterness, and there is no power contained in their souls at all.

Mubarata had already heard the screams of the beast soul warriors who were sentinels, those beast soul warriors were actually just some low-level warriors, but someone could kill them so quickly, then, the strength of the attacking enemy was undoubtedly very strong. Looking at the dense flock of frightened birds hovering in the sky, it seems that the enemy is attacking in a big way, but I don't know how many people they are coming.

But Mubarata had a very simple way of thinking in his head: "Enemies, damn them, then, kill them." "Especially since his own fighters have already been attacked in front, Mubarata is going to give these damned enemies a little bit of a look. A red storm emanated from his body, and the high-level beast soul warriors around him also emitted the same fighting aura as thick as blood.

Hundreds of afterimages pierced the air, and majestic energy flew out of their axes, slashing at the black tornado that covered a hundred feet like a demon. Eighteen Hades people, under the combined attack of Mubarata, dragged the broken iron armor out of the tornado in embarrassment, and fled to the back in panic. Mubarata exclaimed excitedly: "Ha, it's Hades, I thought that little girl Li was talking nonsense, hahahaha, stay, you damn guys." ”

An axe-shaped blade of wind whistled towards the back of Styx Brad's heart, it was a full blow from Mubarata, and the strong wind pressure filled the wind blade around it, and everywhere it passed, all the grass was shattered, and countless powders flew high, like a green dragon to hit Styx Brad.

Brad didn't expect Mubarata's attack to come so quickly, he hesitated for a moment, the wind blade had already slashed into the back of his heart, and his body was already feeling the strong pressure. Fortunately, an iron rod poked out from the side, and Tu hit the blade of the wind that Mubarata had issued. As Tu himself judged, he shattered Mubarata's full force attack, and he only shuddered a little and took three steps backwards. Behind him, a dense army of sinners appeared.

Countless beast soul warriors were sitting in the grass resting after a full meal, and at this moment they all bundled their armor and weapons, like a herd of crazy bulls rushing from the grass, they just met the vanguard of the sinners, and the heavy blows on both sides were almost simultaneously attacked. Every warrior, whether it's a sinner or a beast soul warrior, doesn't have a second chance. Their strength is so great that each blow will shatter the enemy's armor and body, and they will also fall to the enemy's blow, which is a terrifying force that can be crushed even by the mountain. Moreover, their formation is so dense that they simply have no place to dodge the opponent's attacks.

These powerful warriors, who are qualified to be generals in any country on the mainland, have started the most primitive hand-to-hand combat on this small piece of land, and they can't say what tricks or reactions, in short, raise their weapons and give the enemy a fatal blow, and then, just wait for the same terrible blow to come to their bodies.

The army of sinners came in a steady stream, and they began to surround the beast soul warriors led by Mubarata. And Mubarata was having a good time fighting with Tu, so how could he take command of the army, and the army of the guilty people surrounded the beast soul warriors from three directions under the quiet mobilization of the underworld.

Fortunately, fortunately, Mubarata had the Bright Swordsmen and the Judgment Fighters on the left and right flanks, and their leaders, Yaka and Dest, saw that the army of sinners and beast soul warriors were entangled together, they waited quietly for a while, and after seeing that the size of the sinners was only more than 130,000 people, they immediately secretly threw their legions into the battlefield and dealt a severe blow to the sinners from behind. The warriors of the Knights of Glory had already mounted their horses, and after Hart's order, they all charged towards the battle camp of the guilty people.

Hades Brad was directing the necromancers to deal with the conflicting Knights of Glory, and behind him, Yaka had already slashed at his head with a sword that was brilliant, brilliant, and beautiful to the extreme. Stygian Brad let out a scream, and even though he dodged quickly, Yakad's sword still cut a wide opening behind him, and if it weren't for the fact that the Underworld had a different physical makeup than humans, he would have been able to meet their god.

And Dest's two fists slammed into the heart of the picture that was fighting with Mubarata. Dest didn't pay any attention to his chivalry, he had been sneaking on the battlefield for a long time, and it was easy to spot the young sinner who was fighting with Mubarata and forcing Mubarata to retreat again and again, and his fists, two fists that had enough power to adjudicate, suddenly exploded.

Tu snorted, the armor on his body shattered like a piece of paper, and his body flew out like leaves. Mubarata laughed maliciously, and the sharp axe slashed at Tu's body, ready to split him in two pieces in the middle.

Fortunately, there were several generals of the guilty people nearby, and they rushed forward, and their weapons withstood Mubarata's attack. A tall minotaur roared in anger and slashed at Mubarata's neck with an axe. Mubarata also greeted him with an axe without showing weakness, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot about chasing and killing Tu.

Durst also quickly lost the figure of the figure in the chaotic army, he instinctively felt that the figure was an important person, as long as he killed him, he would definitely be able to give a heavy blow to the criminals, but the figure who was successfully attacked by himself quickly disappeared under the cover of a subordinate, so angry that Durst was like thunder, and the two fists bombarded out like crazy and raindrops, smashing the nearby criminals and soldiers one by one in embarrassment. Dest's fist is too dirty, he specializes in attacking the opponent's head and face, the fighting spirit is weak, he broke the head with one punch and died tragically, the fighting spirit is strong, and the eyes are full of gold stars, teeth have left the gums, and the mouth is full of blood, and he can't continue to fight at all.

With the addition of the Bright Swordsmen and the Judgment Fighters, the tide of battle was immediately reversed, and the seriously injured Stygian Brad was left away from the battlefield under the protection of his clansmen, helplessly watching the chaotic warband. Only then did they realize that although the garrison of the 'Divine City' had fled, their combat effectiveness was still very strong, and it was not something they could do with them by sending a team at random.

And the raging conflict of the Knights of Glory made the sinners panic even more. If they were asked to attack the 'Divine City' in the past, they would not have any panic in the face of a certain situation, but now they are different, they have enjoyment, comfortable living conditions, and they have begun to have a feeling called fear in their hearts. Their stitches, facing the Knights of Glory rushing towards them like an iron wall, gradually loosened.

Tu saw this scene under a big tree, and he roared without hesitation: "What about the dwarves, what about the dwarves? tell them to deal with those cavalry, as long as they are careful not to be trampled to death by horses, I see how those cavalry will deal with them... Tell the elves to take action and unleash large-scale magic, and now the enemies are still tightly gathered, unleash a wide range of magic to disrupt them and give them more damage. ”

The twenty thousand dwarves, who had been dazed and stiff-legged, heard Tu's order, and they abandoned the beast warriors who were fighting with them and rushed towards the Knights of Glory like a group of small mice. The most embarrassing thing happened to the Knights of Glory, the grass was too high, and the dwarves were too short for them to see where the enemy was. Often, a dozen or so horses rushed over, but the dwarves' hammers broke their legs, and even the men and horses fell to the ground.

And in the grass, there are often such strange voices: "Ouch, mom, praise the great god, what hit me?" "Hey, hey, big man, the armor on your body is too heavy, you stand up, I'll fight you again... "But it was the glorious knights who flew out that smashed on the dwarves, and they fell to the ground one by one, and they couldn't get up for half a day. These glorious knights themselves are not small, and with the heavy armor and the impact of the horses, slamming on a dwarf is indeed enough for them to bear.

Hart watched in dismay, as his knight lost his goal. Ordinary thrusts, swords and spear tips can always reach the neck or chest of the enemy, but in the face of these dwarves, even if the knights stand on the ground, they have to bend down to fight them, where can they fight them on horseback?

Hart reluctantly ordered: "All dismount and use sword qi to deal with them." ”

The Glory Knights immediately turned into infantry warriors, as mentioned earlier, the weakest among them all had the strength of the golden fifth-order knights on the continent, and at this moment they stood tightly together, and the long swords in their hands continued to fly out of the fierce sword qi, and they immediately regained their disadvantage. The greatest skill of the dwarves is that they have a lot of strength, and except for some high-level warriors, none of them know how to use their fighting spirit. At this moment, they faced the glorious knights who were attacking with sword qi at the same time more than a dozen feet away, and they immediately ran out of ideas, and then saw their companions fall to the ground one by one and snorted, they couldn't help but feel a mess in their hearts, all the alcohol in their heads turned into cold sweat and flowed out, carrying their partners, turning around and rushing into the grass.

With this little buffer of time, the Knights of Glory did not deal a fatal blow to the formation of the sinners, and the elves over there had already begun to chant spells. These adult elves are born with an affinity for the magical element that surpasses that of humans. And the adult age of an elf is six hundred years, which means that their magic power may be stronger than those old monsters of the Holy Demon Channel. The magic of seven thousand adult elves working together is absolutely devastating.

The meaning of Astatuka is to throw a dozen 'monstrous tornadoes' carrying countless wind blades, and let these tornadoes enter the camp of beast soul warriors, light swordsmen, and judgment fighters, killing and injuring enemies in large numbers. Therefore, the gathering of seven thousand elves at the same time is a powerful wind element.

Almost the entire wind elemental in the god-given grassland has been gathered, and a huge tornado is about to take shape. What all people didn't expect was that the reason why the God-given grassland has such a miracle and is still lush and prosperous in autumn is because the natural elements here have reached an absolute balance, no one is more, no one is less, and an absolutely balanced enchantment envelops this grassland, which causes the wonder of the God-given grassland.

Stygian Bryder, who knew more or less about this, screamed, "No... "But the elves have finished chanting the spell.

The tornado that was about to take shape in the air suddenly collapsed, and the natural elements that were out of balance stirred wildly, and the elves completely lost any magical control, and watched as the wind elements mixed with other natural elements, and began to roll violently... A storm that swept across the entire God-given grassland gradually took shape. The sky darkened, wisps of ominous sheep's horn clouds appeared in the air, and the birds and beasts began to run wildly, and gradually, they all ran in the southeast direction.

An unsettling aura enveloped the entire God-given grassland, and a group of magicians such as Suoke, who were trekking on the grassland, suddenly felt a change in the air, and felt the random movement of natural elements. Carreillon screamed, "Idiot, who is using powerful magic on the god-given grasslands?

The mages looked at each other, all the mages in the 'Divine City' are here, none of them use powerful magic, then, there is only one explanation, that is, damn it, those mages among the sinners who don't know what to do, cast a forbidden spell-level magic... Cast a forbidden spell-level magic on the god-given grassland.

The warriors of the Divine City and the Sinners, who were fighting frantically, stopped their hands in a daze, and looked at the black wall that rose from the ground in a panic, and you could see wisps of cyan wind patterns flying from the base of the wall towards it, and countless mud and grass clippings were rolled up, mixed with the water in the lake, and it became that kind of black strange levitation, and then it was blown over in the fierce wind.

Before they could react, the vanguard of the storm had already rushed over with a roar, and more than a hundred of the light-bodied elves were immediately blown up, if it weren't for the dwarves around them who quickly hugged their thighs, they would really be blown away like kites.

Hart, Mubarata, Yaka, Dest, Tu, Brad and others on the sinner's side shouted at the same time: "Truce, truce, everyone quickly straighten out your formation, line up, line up, go to the southeast, run as fast as you can... ”

Would a fool fight such a terrible storm head-on in such a wilderness, dig a pit and hide in it? Then just wait for the storm to bury you alive, and the only chance to survive is to run in the direction of the storm, run desperately, so as to counteract the impact of the storm, and maybe leave a life.

With a 'bang', the army that was still fighting desperately just now immediately divided into two distinct teams, and they rushed out frantically towards the southeast at a distance of more than ten miles. With a loud 'boom' sound, a black wall was already enveloped by the hurricane. The earth was trembling, the air was groaning, all the people were screaming in terror, and the black wall was catching up faster than they could run.

Trees surrounded by more than a dozen people were uprooted, and the water of lakes was swept up and rushed forward. In the hurricane, the water droplets turned into a terrible steel bullet, only to see countless black water droplets penetrate the bodies of backward dwarves, and the blood was immediately pumped out by the hurricane, and a terrible purple curtain was rolled up in the hurricane... Warriors with fighting spirit or magical protection are fine, while ordinary dwarves who have not learned fighting spirit become the first to fall victim.

Hurricane, coming.