The mercenaries felt as if they were facing a towering mountain, and the eyes of the half-elves in the dark swept by, and every orc and human warrior felt their necks flutter, as if a heavy sword had been placed on their neck.

The axe and hammer soldiers had no way back, and the axes and hammers in their hands were as heavy as the mountains of the Hyjal Mountains. With a wave of the mace in Zhang Yuan's hand, the axe and hammer soldiers scrambled to climb the trees and parapets on both sides of the staircase passage, jumping down desperately.

There was some commotion in the spear formation, but it soon calmed down. In the angry howl of the orc leader, the orc archers who had just woken up from a dream immediately remembered their duty, and countless arrows shot at the half-elf in a chaotic manner.

The other party had no way to hide, and the dark cloud-like arrows were like a bunch of hungry locusts, overwhelmingly pounced on the lonely half-elf.

Faced with the terrible scene, even this night half-elf could only helplessly cover his face with a mace, and after three breaths, this night half-elf became a standard hedgehog, only the half-elf was covered with arrow feathers, and the mace in his hand continued to wave twice, as if the lamp had run out.

Suddenly, the lightning-like half-spirit actually flew towards the main formation where Count Bing Sing was. Zhang Yuanyi swung his mace, and the eyes of several human knights widened to the extreme, watching their heads with steel helmets smashed and deflated, and then all of them fell to the ground like wooden stakes.

Seeing that the Commander of Manhaman and the Earl of Bing Song, who were about to shoot the enemy, were riding their horses towards the river, ready to investigate the enemy, when suddenly a terrible howl of hand-to-hand combat drew their eyes back. A huge mace-wielding figure swept into the crowd of people on the steps like the wind, and watched as the head of a Terran knight and orc warrior was blasted into the sky with a cheap blow.

There are no words to describe the panic of the orc mercenaries and Terran warriors at the moment, from the orc axe hammer soldiers to the Terran knights, all the way to the archers at the back of the stairs, all of them have been crushed and slashed all the way by a huge mace.

The nightmare repeated, the half-elf covered in arrows, wielding a huge mace, smashed countless expensive weapons to the ground along with their master, the heavy mace in his hand like a light sewing needle into a swift windmill. This kind of back-to-back raid, no blocking, no obstacles, is especially suitable for Zhang Yuan's horizontal and vertical slashing.

All the soldiers who had breathed a sigh of relief looked in amazement and horror at the night elf who had made a way with a mace slash.

"This guy must be wearing more than one layer of armor!" Count Bing said through gritted teeth.

Both magicians are going crazy, their magic can't kill the enemy at all, it's a scuffle! Caught in the melee again, this time to launch a large magic, they are worried that they will be injured by mistake. And seeing that the enemy who had killed and injured his countless warriors was not dead, the head of Manhaman was dark, and he almost fell from the giant wolf.

This half-elf man in the dark night is not dead, he is not dead! Captain Manhaman felt that he was completely on the verge of collapse. The commander of Manhaman had a premonition that his four hundred-man axes and hammers and one hundred-man archers would disappear forever.

The archers and axe-hammer infantry huddled together obviously never dreamed that Zhang Yuan was so powerful, and ten thousand arrows could not be killed by intensive shooting. Chopping melons and vegetables all the way, Zhang Yuan actually turned around and picked up a big knife dropped by the orc wolf cavalry, and the two weapons were used together. It was like stepping on mud, and everywhere his figure swept by, there was a rain of blood spraying everywhere.

Zhang Yuan's lightning-like figure was too fast, and the other mercenaries recovered from their shock and chased after them, this half-elf in the dark had already rushed up the two hundred meters high steps, and the back of the head of the last hoplite was slashed open in the back of the skull, and the corpses that fell to the ground were stacked around him.

The orc long knife in Zhang Yuan's hand had been broken, and the wolf teeth on the mace had also been smashed crookedly by the reaction force.

What made the group of intruders feel even more exaggerated was that the night half-elf threw away the half-long knife in his hand, and then picked up his foot, holding a heavy iron flagpole that had fallen to the ground in his hand. Then he roared wildly and threw the flagpole out with a swipe on the ground. The thick flagpole carried a black shadow, nailing an orc wolf rider under the loess Gobi to the ground with his mount, and the seven-meter-long flagpole was halfway into the ground.

The orc and his wolf rider struggled with their hooves and howled desperately. Everyone saw that the half-elf man was like a beast god, "Kill!" The roar of this half-elf man made everyone feel like they were facing a wild beast. All the horses and wolves were startled by this roar and retreated.

"Let me come!" Master Dehaifak tore open a scroll that had been prepared for a long time in his hand, and then threw it out. Suddenly, the magic scroll disappeared, and the place where Zhang Yuan was standing suddenly burst into flames. Circles of flickering fire magic flickered on the ground, and a ball of orange-red flames rose into the sky, engulfing the half-elf in the dark in an instant.

In the magic fire, there was an obvious volcano appearing, and the elves with countless flame magma seemed to be shouting and cheering, and countless flame figures. This "volcanic magma" is a top-level fire-based magic, which he finally obtained from a top-level blood elf mage with the fame of his mentor, and Master Dehaifak can't help but feel a little proud.

The flames of volcanic magma flames gradually spread to the staircase passage, and the stench of incinerated corpses filled the airway.

"It's a real honor for this savage Night Elf to die under the superb magic scroll of Master Dehaifark." Count Bing Sing took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread and covered his nose in an elegant posture. "It's a pity that he won't be able to attack us again this time." Master Dehaifak laughed.

As if in response to the master's words, five lightning-like flame stones erupted from the flames, although the target was directly aimed at the two magicians and the earl, although the accuracy was a little poor, but a huge curved stone finally swept past the followers of the two Great 61 mages, and disappeared into the team of the "Mighty Bear" mercenary group next to it.

Five neat rows of soldiers and a neat row of bread trees were knocked down at the same time. Both magicians were shocked, with the strong mental stimulation of the rest of their lives, looking themselves and each other up and down, cold sweat breaking out behind their backs.

It was a stone projectile fired by a catapult, and the strong wind from the huge flying stone that had just swirled made them cramp in their legs and stomachs, and their cold hairs stood on end.

The followers of the two masters suffered heavy casualties, and the power of the huge stones was so terrifying that several warriors whose bodies were smashed below the abdominal cavity could still crawl on the ground, and the eyes of the two masters were shattered. In about a few minutes, the magic wore off, and the crater of the erupted volcano on the steps of the cave entrance vanished, and the flames and magma that swirled around disappeared in an instant.

Everyone found that the night half-elf was like a phoenix immortal bird, standing alive at the mouth of the cave that had been scorched by the fire, still curling with green smoke and the smell of burnt meat, looking down unscathed. I saw that the armor on Zhang Yuan's body had been burned, and his face was covered with black ash, but he was not injured. Zhang Yuan's gaze was fierce at this time, and his strong and sturdy body was soaked in a layer of cyan flames, like a vengeful devil in hell. Beside him was a five-door charcoal-burned catapult.

"What's going on? Ah, isn't this the legendary Divine Blessing Flame Reflection Aura? "Grand Magician Dehaifak suddenly discovers a high-level aura that only the legendary few goddesses, the Guardian Priest, who is closest to the Night Moon God, possess a high-level aura. Seeing this scene, the Great 61 Mage was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

There are even high-level goddess guardian sacrifices hiding in the cave! Master Dehaifak really had the urge to strangle that guy to death.

However, the Night Elf warrior can only temporarily possess the ability of "flame absorption and rebound" when surrounded by the aura of fire given by the Night Moon God, and cannot be damaged by fire-based magic.