At the foot of the mountain, armed with an obsidian battle axe, Sagre looked at the mountain road ahead with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, through the mist, a faint faint wail of weakness could be heard in the air.

It didn't take long for the black dots in the old sky to approach quickly, and a bat banshee emerged from the fog and fell heavily to the ground.

The flesh-red wings were full of torn cuts, and there were broken blood holes from the thighs to the lower abdomen. If you ignore the sharp claws and fangs under the lips, this bat banshee's appearance can barely be called beautiful. But at this moment, half of her face was buried in the mud, and her whole body was mixed with blood and muddy water, and she looked like a poor beggar.

"You've failed?" Sagre asked in a dull voice.

"Those humans, with fire-breathing iron rods, emit lightning ......"

There wasn't any lightning, but before her people were shot down, she heard a sound like lightning, and a fire like lightning.

Talking in fits and starts, the bat banshee's eyes filled with pleading. However, without looking at the expression on her face, Sagre nodded slowly and looked at Dorne behind him.

Dorn understood, and hurriedly gave an order to the barbarian warriors next to him, and the two barbarian warriors stepped forward, stretched out their hands and dragged the banshee's wings, and dragged her in the direction of the Zan Elf village. The banshee struggled to resist, but this level of resistance was in vain due to the loss of blood.

There is no such profession as a physician in the army of Chaos, and it is impossible for the Gate of Chaos to send her back to the bat lair in the Chaos Continent to recuperate because she opened it with a bat banshee. With her injuries already hopeless, she has only one ultimate fate, which is to serve as a portal to pave the way for the warriors who are still waiting on the Chaos Continent......

"No, please, don't do that."

The wailing faded away, and Gargamel, who was standing not far away, was silent, only feeling a chill in his hands and feet.

The barbarians of the Far North Wasteland, although they follow the harsh law of the jungle, have never been so cruel. They had done all these things to send the old man to fight the jackal, and the weak child to fall off the cliff to his death, but he had never thought about sending his comrades who were fighting side by side a second ago as a living sacrifice for the ceremony.

Ignoring what the barbarians thought, Sagre raised the obsidian battle axe above his head and let out a deafening roar.

"Roaring ——!"

The jungle echoed countless roars, and even the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. Armored Chaos Marauders, axes in their hands, striking shields in their hands, and holding their weapons high above their heads as war drums for their expeditions.

They were more savage, more cruel, and stronger than the barbarians.

"The war has begun, let them see what a real war is!"

"Chaos, immortal!"

"Roaring ——!"

……

The earth trembled, and so did John's teeth.

Riding on a horse with a spear in his hand, he looked at the group of iron-clad monsters that came out of the forest, and his scalp tingled.

In the entire southern city-state, he is the leader of a well-known mercenary group, and he has the strength of a master knight, and he has fought many battles and battles, and he is born and dies for money.

Of course, he was afraid, but that was when he was young. He had experienced countless battles, and watched one enemy after another be pierced through the chest and removed from his horse by his spear, and he had not experienced that feeling of fear for a long time.

But now, looking at the bull-headed beast that was about two people tall, and looking at the pitch-black battle axe that was longer than his riding spear, his heart was gradually penetrating the coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Is such a monster something that human power can defeat?

In his heart, such a question arose.

Not only him, but he saw that the mercenary behind him was also afraid of the opponent in front of him.

In the face of that kind of force, all formations no longer work.

Just like the infantry, it is impossible to block the wheels of a chariot with flesh and blood......

Woo –

A trumpet sounded in the distance, and the bull-headed beast raised its battle axe.

The Chaos Marauders who came out of the jungle began to open up the line towards the mercenary group with a uniform pace, tapping their shields rhythmically with their axes.

The sound of tapping the shield seemed to carry a strange magic, tearing at the tense nerves of the front-line mercenaries, spreading fear to the solid formation of the mercenary group......

Suddenly, through the thick fog that filled the surface, a ray of light fell from the sky and sprinkled towards the center of the position.

The negative energy that spreads fear is like the snow in early spring, slowly dissolving under the soft light.

Sagre jerked his head up, and the two eyes in the gap in his armor narrowed, locked firmly on the halfway up the mountain, the indistinct voice.

Over there!

Defeat the sorcerer of Lord Solore's clone!

Sworn enemies of the Chaos Gods!

Heavy snorts erupted from his nostrils, and hoof-like soles trampled on the earth, raising puffs of dust.

His pupils reflected a bloodthirsty glow, and Sagre roared, wielding an obsidian battle axe and charging with the Chaos Marauders behind him.

"Roar!!

War is on the verge of breaking out.

"Stand in the front row! Spears in the back row! Fast! With his right rifle in hand, John rode back into the middle of the line.

The mercenaries behind him set up the broad wooden shield in their hands, and the mercenaries in the back row raised their spears, stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and let out a battle cry full of momentum.

"Hah!"

In an instant, the two sides collided together, and the area swept by the obsidian tomahawk was instantly cleared out of a vacuum.

Whether it is a spear, a sword, or a short axe, they are as fragile and small as paper paste in the face of inhuman power.

Sagre roared loudly, his iron hooves trampling through the crowd, wielding his great axe and slashing with all his might, leaving his limbs broken and bleeding everywhere he went.

Beside him, the human mercenaries retreated in fear, not daring to approach him at all.

And those Chaos Marauders with tomahawks in their hands were not to be outdone, following in Sagreu's footsteps, tearing a gaping gap in the front of the mercenary group.

The obsidian slammed into the ground, and a crack spread, and Sagre raised his head to face the foothills, roaring loudly, and even the fog that filled the air was shaken away for a moment.

In that roar, there was a red fruit's provocation.

The target of the provocation was none other than Jiang Feng, who had defeated Solore's clone in the first place.

In Sagreu's eyes, his master was invincible, and neither the Divine Servants of the Church nor the wizards who manipulated the occult arts could be a match for Lord Solol, even if they were just a clone.

If unfortunately it fails, it must be because of intrigues, as it did more than two thousand years ago.

Sagrofa tolerates such things, and he will use his pure strength to bring back the supreme glory for his master.

If the wizard did not dare to fight, he killed all the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain and went up the mountain to find him himself.

The battle was tragic and unusual.

The earth was soaked red with blood.

"Tear them apart!"

Transformed into a skeleton and draped in robes, Dorne waved his fists excitedly and shouted behind him to cheer for the invincible Sagre.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the mountain.

This was followed by a tremor that shook the earth and shook the mountains, coming from the battlefield......