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Ursok was stepping on the corpse of a young devil, and he slammed his blood-stained axe to the ground, his eyes fixed on Dirk, who was surrounded by a heavy face.

Dirk spat heavily and cursed, "Usok, I'll definitely blow your head out if I have the chance!

Usok cracked his mouth and laughed, "Let's talk about it when you have a chance!

Dirk was left with himself and the old devil Crow, and with a few of his most loyal supporters, the other hell monsters had been captured, disarmed, and locked up in a wooden house.

It is unimaginable that the two forces with little difference in strength are fighting, and there is a one-sided battle situation, and the tactics that Dirk despises have an unexpected effect, the battle loss ratio of the two sides is three times worse, and the morale of the two sides is one and the other, and Dirk is dragged into the quagmire of entanglement by Charlie, unable to extricate himself, and can only watch the forces he has worked so hard to cultivate being eaten away little by little.

When the casualty rate exceeded 30%, the hell monsters under Dirk's command began to crumble, and Charlie also saw the truth that there is no army in the world that will never collapse, and if there is, it is only because the opponent it faces is not strong enough.

In this battle, Wujiao Dirk fought very aggrieved, the opponent didn't know what magic he used, pulled his level down one level, and his combat effectiveness plummeted by sixty percent, he thought that this was the most important factor to change the entire war, otherwise, as long as he thundered out, killed the opponent's commander in one fell swoop, and then killed a group of soldiers in a row, the other party would collapse.

Now, Dirk endured, waiting for the moment when the magic failed, it would be the time for his bloody show, but this time waited and waited, and when his men were beaten to pieces, it had not yet shown any signs, which made Dirk feel extremely depressed.

Rise!

With a thunderous roar, a heavy and graceful elven battle axe slashed at the old devil Crow, the scream of the sharp weapon tearing through the air was palpitating, and behind the old Crow was Dirk, and this blow was irreversible.

Old Crowe showed a solemn expression, holding a swarthy iron rod in both hands, and slammed it up to meet him.

With a bang, the two heavy weapons slammed together, the weapons trembled violently, and blood spilled down from the tiger's mouths of the two respectively, the strength of the two was not much different, but the defending side suffered more damage, the tiger's mouth was torn and only a small flesh wound, and the real fatal thing was that the arms that suffered a huge impact fell into a short-term paralysis and detachment.

A flash of light flashed, pulling out a beautiful stream, the glow passed through Crowe's low-hanging arm, straight to Crowe's throat, the consequences of the hard blow just now exploded at this moment, Old Crowe did not react to this blow, the Holy Flame White Feather Arrow pressed against the throat, and the protective film formed by the magic energy collided with each other, opening a small hole in his throat, and the momentum was exhausted.

The blazing flame was stained with the devil's blood, and the two worked violently, spewing a dazzling light from his throat, and the white flame and dark brown blood mist intertwined, blooming into a dark red blood flower.

"No!" Dirk let out a deafening roar, his blood-colored eyes locked on the elven ranger who had unleashed the arrow, "You kill Crowe!

In the midst of the roar, Dirk was furious, broke the last spiritual restraint on his body, carried a double knife, threw down Charlie, and rushed to the ranger general Morrowind not far away, and after breaking free from the reins, this guy was like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins.

For a split second, everyone reacted differently.

Ursok chops a gnolloll in half and quietly slows his pace, and the mad Dirk is even a little afraid of him, and although he surrenders to the boss in Twilighttown, he doesn't really die for the boss.

Chenfeng subconsciously stepped back, and Fury Wind stepped forward with a shield, huddled behind a half-human-tall giant shield, and the tacit understanding between the two did not need to be communicated in words.

A series of magic flew out of Charlie's fingertips, it was a bunch of instantaneous third-order magic, but there were some changes due to the skyrocketing spiritual power.

Dirt walls can construct more complex structures in less time, affecting where he lands, mire becomes more muddy, with different shades of ground underneath the mud, and vines become more precise and controllable, capturing Dirk's center of gravity and exerting influence......

After Charlie threw out some spells, he suddenly accelerated, followed closely behind Dirk, and his hand speed was exerted to the extreme, and the two knives burst into a brilliant knife light.

Bang bang!

Trickmy rained down on his shield like a rain of twin knives, cutting horizontal and vertical marks on the shield surface, his twin knives were ten times heavier than Charlie's, and although they were one-handed weapons, they had a weight that was not inferior to ordinary two-handed weapons, and under the wielding of his natural divine power, Fury had no time to fight back.

Charlie's attacks followed, and Dirk's back was guarded by no one to help him, and the attacks all fell on his back, shredding his shirt, and the blade cut marks on the red skin, and healed in an instant, and before the Extreme Flame could take effect, it was extinguished by the swarming black mist.

Dirk's breathing began to be a little heavy, although he cut the shield of the elven warrior on the opposite side to almost unusable, but did not cause him any substantial damage, but he suffered a small injury to his back, consuming some magic energy, thinking about facing a group of opponents who were far inferior to himself, but he was never able to effectively cause death, but was dragged into the quagmire by the opponent little by little, and his anger couldn't help but start to soar.

Dirk was about to turn around and vent his anger on Charlie, when a whisper was heard in the distance, which seemed to be singing, and then, the glow of tender green light flashed on Fury's body, and the elven warrior, who had already shown some fatigue, cheered up again, and the skin wounds on his body gradually healed.

The hidden properties of the high-level natural self-healing spell can restore the vitality of the living body, and it is a tonic for continuous combat, and a single spell can destroy all the results of his angry attack just now.

This elven prophet who released a high-level healing spell hid behind the crowd, hiding and hiding, if he wanted to kill him, he was afraid that he would have to put down all the dozen elves in front of him, seeing this, Dirk's nose was crooked.

"Damn bastards, I'm going to enslave your souls!"

Dirk roared loudly and reflexively chased after Charlie, but the opponent who was attacking behind him just now made a tactical retreat, and the angry wind that he suppressed flashed out from behind the shield and continued to provoke Dirk.

At this moment, Blackhorn Dirk is like a fierce lion, he has the strength to kill any lone wolf in seconds, but under the opponent's wolf pack tactics, he is repeatedly pinned down, unable to kill effectively, his opponent is too cunning.

Especially the commander of the other party, who is extremely fast, has good combat skills, and has all kinds of means to support and harass, and the small third-order spell can play a small role in his body, which is also what makes him puzzled.

What angered Dirk the most was the constant flickering healing, and each time it shone, Dirk's efforts would come to naught, causing his anger to soar upward.

"Crowe, Crowe give me that ......" Dirk had just pronounced the name when he realized that the old devil Crowe had fallen to the ground, lifeless, and that the Flame of Extreme Might had burned an unhealable wound in his neck, and there was no way to cure it.

Just as Charlie was leading the elite of the Sunset Elves in a fierce battle with the devil, his half-plane was also in turmoil, and a young elf stood on the platform in front of the new Fallen Leaf Square, giving an exciting speech, it was Lotse.

"My brothers and sisters, in the past year, many unforgettable events have happened to our tribe, we have been attacked by the undead, we have suffered heavy casualties, our proudest 'Sunset Hunters' have been lost in name only because of the continuous attrition, the Kabbalah, the tree of life that has sheltered us for hundreds of years, has fallen, and the patriarch Green Wind who led us forward is gone.

One event after another has changed our fate, and recently, we have been driven out by the devil and lost the home we rely on for survival. With that, Losey glanced at the old, young, and female elves in the audience, their burning gaze forcing people to look at him.

"I want to ask, are you willing? Have you ever wondered why these things happen so often, and who plays a key role in this?"