Twilight Forest, on a hillside less than twenty meters high, entrenched in a wooden fortress, the scale can accommodate about two or three hundred people, is a relatively rare large base in the vicinity.

The fortress is riveted with thick logs, rough but extremely strong, the twilight forest wood is hard, relatively heavy, and the color is also dark and dark, but the wood of this fortress does not know what kind of process it has undergone, showing a deep black, as if it contains hellish magic energy, which makes people shudder, since the construction of this fortress, there has been no trace of native demonic beasts within a radius of ten kilometers in this area.

Inside the fortress, the structure of the wooden houses is predetermined and orderly, with fixed sentry posts, patrols and external monitoring points, and the order of the devil is vividly reflected at this moment.

At this moment, in a huge wooden house in the center of the fortress, several devils surrounded a pile of black stones with dark red demon fire, and on the most revered cushion, there was a devil with a pair of black and shiny horns, and the momentum was awe-inspiring.

The black-horned devil asked in a deep voice, "I heard that there is a force that has risen relatively quickly recently, and in just two days, it has destroyed three small bases in the surrounding area. ”

A deep voice responded: "Yes, the bases of Ursok, Yel, and Sochi were annexed by them, and Usok chose to surrender and become the other party's subordinate generals. ”

The black-horned devil muttered: "I have heard the name of Ursock, his ability is average, but he is a descendant of the Darker family, and he can be regarded as a high-ranking devil, although the Darker family has continued to fall for five hundred years, if there is no legendary powerhouse in this generation, they will lose their position at the altar of the dark peak." ”

A majestic old devil in the house said: "This is also what I am more worried about, only the higher nobles can lurk the upper devils, which means that there is at least one big devil hidden in that town." ”

The black-horned devil shook his head and said: "There is no need to add one at least, in my opinion, there is only one big devil at most in that town, and there are only a few lords who have thrown themselves into this plane, if it is His Highness Mountbatten, he wants to expand, and he can take it without any battle." ”

Several devils nodded their heads in understanding.

The old devil sneered: "Before defeating the natives, I can't wait to start dominating the territory, in case I anger His Highness Mountbatten, aren't all these efforts in vain!"

The black-horned devil said in a deep voice: "Okay, no matter what, we will meet sooner or later, and if we are defeated, he will be the devil who negotiates terms with His Highness."

Vigilance must be strengthened......"

While the blackhorned devil was talking, there was a commotion outside, and the sound of chirping was endless, from one side of the fortress to the other, one after another.

The blackhorned devil looked displeased, and his majestic gaze fell on a young devil beside the fire, who was a little nervous, he was in charge of the security affairs of the fortress, and the patrol's performance at the moment undoubtedly made him lose points in front of the leader.

The young devil quickly stood up and said, "I'll go out and have a look......"

Before it could finish speaking, it heard a loud bang, and there was a loud noise outside, and the whole wooden house trembled violently, and the wooden beams were squeezed by a huge force, making a squeaking sound, and several devils all stood up at once.

Then, I heard someone outside shouting: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The black-horned devil's crimson face was shrouded in shadows, and a scorching sulfur breath erupted from his nostrils, and he strode out.

Walking outside the wooden house, I saw that the inside of the fortress was already a mess, there was fire everywhere, the two sides were fighting, and their own people were being pressed into the corner and beaten, with heavy casualties.

The young devil was surprised: "Is it the devil just mentioned?

The old devil was stunned and hesitated, "How did so many monsters get in?!Are our patrols all blind?!"

In a word, the young devil's face was blue and white for a while, and he didn't understand what was going on, so that hundreds of devil troops appeared directly in the core hinterland of the fortress, making the geographical advantage come to naught.

The black-horned devil pointed from afar, and following his gaze, he could see a roaring strong man, he was wielding a huge battle axe, dismantling one hell monster after another, and the short and thick horns on the top of his head were the unique symbol of the Darker family, and it was also a rare ugly feature among the upper devils.

This devil is not Ursok who defected to the enemy, and who is it?!

Perhaps sensing the gaze of the black-horned devil, Ursok casually split the jackal in front of him in half, his blood-spattered face turned his head abruptly, his eyes locked on the black-horned devil in the distance, and grinned with a provocative evil smile.

The black-horned devil couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and with a hideous expression, he roared: "Usok, you dare to invade my fortress, are you tired of it!"

"yes! Dirk, kind of send me back to the altar!"

Blackhorn Dirk sneered: "This is not hell, you are going to die, but you are just a lonely soul, I want to go back, wait until you become a legend! Today, I will send you on your way!"

Usok raised his rough battle axe and shouted to the sky, "Then come! Lao Tzu's big axe is hungry and thirsty!"

However, Dirk did not rush directly, because he knew that Usok was only a vanguard, and the real opponent had not yet appeared, so he turned his head and roared, and the young devil behind him rushed towards Usok.

Looking at the whole battle situation, Dirk felt extremely awkward, those jackals, abyssal demons, hell demon dogs and rat demons that he used as cannon fodder, in the hands of the other party, seemed to have become some precious and rare breeds, after some relatively complex scheduling, the injured monsters would be transferred to the edge area to play a role, and the seriously injured monsters would be moved to the rear by other monsters and evacuated from the battlefield, it seemed that none of the monsters wanted to lose.

Dirk can only see similar small tactics in the bloody corridor where hell and the abyss are connected, and the targets of the tactics are all the heavenly demon descendants of hell, and they are all amazing and decisive geniuses and powerhouses, because that has the value of operation.

On this occasion, Dirk will only deeply despise the other party, but the situation on the battlefield soon made him feel more depressed, because of this tactic, the morale of the opposing troops has become more vigorous, and there is a faint bit of crazy posture, the original number of soldiers on both sides is equal, but they are pressed and beaten, and the battle loss ratio is as high as 3:1, the problem is that this is not hell, there is no endless supply of cannon fodder.

After a short period of thought, the situation began to turn from disadvantage to defeat, and it can't continue like this!

Dirk's gaze locked on a jackal mage jumping up and down in the opposing camp, and he pointed his finger at him and whispered a few words to the old devil, who flew away.

Then, Dirk's eyes tracked down to the inconspicuous black-robed man on the battlefield, who was the commander of the opposing camp, and it was precisely because of this complex dispatch and command that his own side's losses reached three times that of the other party.

When Dirk locked onto Charlie, Charlie also locked onto the other party, staring at each other and colliding with fierce sparks.

After Charlie raised his staff and chanted a long "incantation", an ultra-luxurious elven army appeared in the fortress.

Seeing three powerful elven powerhouses appear on the battlefield, Dirk's pupils shrank suddenly, even if this summoning spell was not an eighth-order 'summoning prophet', it was not far behind.

With Dirk's experience, he had accompanied his elders to witness the bloody battle of the corridor like a miracle, every spell placed in this plane was devastating, this spell was certainly not a great spell, but for him, a young devil, it was a trouble that could not be easily solved, let alone in the current situation of defeat.

He had to fight quickly and kill the opposing commander, and he could turn the tide of the battle, and with mixed feelings, Dirk pounced on Charlie, who did not dodge, drew two long knives, and met him.

"Die!" Dirk's body was full of magical energy, and the black mist made his figure hazy, and at the moment of the rapid sprint, a long gray shadow was pulled behind him......

In Charlie's chip vision, a mass of threats identified as blood-red was speeding towards him, and the warnings became more and more intense, according to the Princeson system, the strength of the Great Devil was between level 16 and 18, with an extremely high lower limit of strength.

The Dirk in front of him has at least level 17 strength, and the level of the warfighter alone has crushed Charlie, which is almost an insurmountable gap, but since Charlie dares to appear here, he has a good strategy to deal with it.

The Psychic Ring flew out a gray light and landed directly on Dirk, seemingly light and fluttering, but showing a terrifying effect, the wild beast seemed to be put on a foot, dragging a heavy object, its speed plummeted, its footsteps staggered, and it almost rolled into a ball.

Eliza's spiritual spell "Psychic Suggestion" is the opposite of the god-level dueling spell "War Maniac", which will make the opponent drop 1 or 2 levels, originally the devil has a high resistance to this kind of spiritual spell, because they themselves are strong people who play with spirits, but unfortunately his opponent is a succubus royal family with unfathomable strength, and this hint will be directly and explicitly presented to the target.

A spell directly caused Dirk to lose at least sixty percent of his combat effectiveness, and this spell would last for at least an hour, and in the face of such a Dirk, Charlie was fully confident that he would fight him for an hour.

When the war situation here is stable, the general trend has gone.

In the second cooperation, the tacit understanding between the elves and the hell monsters is a little better, both sides will consciously avoid getting too close, the elven archers play the role of archers on the battlefield, and the monsters are responsible for scuffling with the opponent to provide output space for the elven archers.

Several little devils in the fortress were entangled by the three elven elders, so the whole battle situation was like a millstone, eating the living power of the fortress little by little.

Charlie said in the language of hell, "Admit defeat! Dirk, you still have a chance to live!"