Chapter 357: Killing

There is no right or wrong in war, as long as interests.

Who said this sentence Li Xing forgot, but this sentence is very classic and correct.

Lucian led the werewolf army to surround the gnolls' homeland, and without any extra words, the slaughter had already begun.

"Kill, don't leave one, remember that each person can only kill one." Lucian commanded the werewolf behind him, his eyes full of fanatical looks, looking at the gnoll in front of him as if he was seeing a treasure.

These are treasures! These are the credentials for us to enter the strong.

There was no hesitation, no pity, and even the other werewolves behind him who knew the roots were full of fanaticism.

One word, kill.

"Who dares to offend my wolf clan." Just as Lucian was leading the killing, a tall, gray-haired man walked out of the tent, although he looked so tall, but he was unusually lean, like a hemp rod, with a high nose, and a hooked nose at the front looked like a sinister feeling, and his eyes were full of evil spirit.

When the man stepped out of the hood, he saw the people of other races pouring in in front of him, his eyes turned blood-red, and his mouth and nose were panting.

"You deserve to die." An angry roar came out, and the man jumped high, a slender blood-red sword in his hand swinging in the void.

The invisible blood-colored fighting spirit surged, and the werewolf soldier who was closest to him was directly cut in half by this fighting energy, but the vitality of the dark creature made him immortal, and the werewolf soldier's eyes were full of fear, and his mouth shouted loudly to his companions.

"It's not dead yet, what creature?" The man frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, and the swing of his long sword was about to slash several werewolves again.

"War never stops." A hoarse cry rang out in the void.

The leader of the Jackal Clan was shocked, and the long sword that he was about to wield suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head to look to the side.

"Undead?" The jackal patriarch was shocked in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the panic and uneasiness in his heart and said, "Who is Your Excellency? It seems that my wolf clan has no enmity with Your Excellency, so why do you want to kill my people? ”

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand was even tighter, ready to attack at any time, but the shadow of war ignored the patriarch of the jackal clan, and the giant axe in his hand swung forward, and the black mist-like dark soul power surged differently, and the surrounding grass and trees and corpses turned into ashes as if they had been corroded for a hundred years when they touched the black mist.

"The grave is beckoning you, kill."

After speaking, the giant axe in his hand slashed towards the patriarch of the jackal clan, and the giant axe turned into a black lightning, and the black mist around him surged, accompanied by a huge axe shadow.

"Slash~"

When Hecarim's giant axe slashed, the patriarch of the jackal clan was shocked, knowing that this person was invincible, and the only thing he could do now was to escape, only to live was the only success, as for his own clan, in the eyes of the jackals, he could only kill, and he could also kill his relatives in order to survive.

The figure flashed, the patriarch of the jackal clan did not take the opportunity to attack Hecarim, but turned around and ran into the distance, for the speed may not be the best for the wolf clan, but the endurance does not belong to any race, sometimes in order to catch the prey, the wolf clan will hunt it for days and nights, just to grind him to death.

"No one can escape my pursuit, and I will not stop."

Doom Charge: Hecarim gains an ever-increasing movement speed bonus, and can ignore unit volume collisions while moving, and his next attack will knock back the target and deal additional physical damage based on the distance he travels after activating the ability.

The figure of Hecarim, who was activated by the skill, turned into a dark blue phantom, and the fighting werewolves and gnolls in front of him passed through the middle as if they were phantoms, which was even faster than the patriarch of the jackal clan who was constantly dodging, after all, the straight line between two points was the shortest, which was a truth that big dogs understood.

The patriarch, who was rejoicing in his escape, had not yet come to cheer, and a blank voice came from behind him.

"Death is just the beginning, and there is no way to hide from the Isle of Shadows."

"Boom~"

A muffled snort was heard, and Hekarim's final impact was still straight into the running patriarch.

The patriarch, who was flying in the sky, landed in a difficult posture, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, his chest was cracked, and he fell to the ground on one knee and looked directly at Hekarim in the shape of a centaur.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you slaughtering my Jackals? The patriarch gave up resistance as if resigned to his fate, and only wanted to know the truth.

"Kill~"

The answer to him was still a cold giant axe.

Rampage, Hecarim slashes nearby enemies, dealing physical damage at the same time.

It's just that this rampage is different from when he fought with Li Xing at that time, and this time the giant axe only used a dark blue flame to attack.

"Netherlands."

A flame of the cold Dao pole opposite to the flame enveloped the patriarch around, so it didn't attack, but a thin layer of ice had formed around the patriarch's body.

It seems that the practice of "Five Ghosts Devouring the Heart" Hecarim is good, but every time Li Xing sees Hecarim's battle, he will have a faint feeling of egg pain, you say that you are an undead in a fantasy world, and every time you fight, it is a taste of the exercises of the Xianxia world, and I always feel that this is a world of magic change.

Seeing that there was no way to dodge, the last violence in the patriarch's heart was stimulated.

"Madness."

An invisible momentum erupted suddenly, the originally injured patriarch's eyes became blood-red at this time, and the body that was originally like a hemp rod also expanded like a balloon, and the momentum around his body became more Pengbai than just now, but it became a little messy under Hecarim's perception, yes, it was messy, as if a glass of water mixed with impurities was suddenly poured into the originally pure water, although the weight of the water became larger, but it was not as pure and flawless as it was just now.

"It's really a low-level supernatural power."

"Blue wolf bite."

The long sword in the patriarch's hand kept waving in his hand, and a blood-red fighting aura surged, and in front of him, he thought that a huge wolf head opened and tore towards Hekarim.

"Insect carving skills." Hecarim sneered, "Spirit of Fear. ”

Spirit of Fear, Hecarim continues to deal magical damage to the enemy for a short period of time, Hecarim will restore health to the damage taken by the enemy, of course, the main reason is that the Spirit of Dread will deal damage to living beings, similar to fear type spirit magic.

Accident happened, Hecarim's spirit of fear didn't seem to have any effect on the patriarch in the madness, the fighting skills were still being released, Hecarim's expression was a little gloomy, and he was unhappy that his skills had no effect, at this time he seemed to remember the introduction of the Divine Grace Continent's madness skills for the orcs, and he was immune to spiritual magic.

"Damn."