Blood splattered, shields shattered, and Kadara felt more exhilarating than ever as he watched those emaciated pointed ears fly out under his great axe.

It's not that it doesn't want to take action before, but as soon as it rushes to the vicinity of the elven battle array, it is locked by two breaths far away from it, and the two similar-looking elven rangers are in the team of the far-travelers, staring at it very tacitly, from the beginning of the battle to the present, at least one of the bows and arrows is aimed at its body, just waiting for it to show a flaw is a fatal blow.

Although his position among trolls is second only to Zulkin and Malakas, and his bravery is unrivaled, Kadala's strength is not very good, at best, it is stronger than those professions, and it belongs to the status of third-rate heroes, and the Windranger sisters can easily take it no matter which one of them makes a move. And Kadala himself understands this, so even if the situation is unfavorable to the trolls and his heart is impatient, he does not dare to come forward, but gritted his teeth and wanders in the ranks of the trolls, waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, the opportunity came, because of the sneak attack of the thieves, the pair of elven rangers had to withdraw their hands to deal with the extremely threatening sneak attackers first, and had no time to care about anything else, and Kadara, who was worried about the battle situation, almost couldn't wait to rush into the elves' defenses, tearing through the elven knights' defenses with their own strength, preparing to kill all sides.

"Troll wins!"

The brute strode towards the ranks of the Wanderers, panting, and Kadara raised his arms in a loud and piercing voice.

Inspired by it, the trolls were also highly motivated, and one by one they pounced on the elven knights with a fierce light. The weapons in his hands were smashed non-stop, only to hit the elves' entire defense line constantly retreating, and the shape was precarious.

"Kill!"

The blood of the whole body was boiling, almost in the blink of an eye. Kadara rushed in front of one of the far-travelers, and a hideous smile broke into the corners of his mouth as he looked at the thin figure with the longbow in hand.

But the next moment, the smile was fixed on its face.

A faint white light suddenly flashed before its eyes, and then a sharp popping sound was heard in the air.

The blue-purple ice crystal greatsword came out of the sky, and on the cold battlefield, a purple waning moon bloomed.

Poof!

The sound of the blade slicing through the body. Kadara only felt a pain in her lower back and abdomen, and her entire upper body flew out lightly.

With a pop, he fell to the familiar ground of Zuaman. At the last moment of his life, Kadala turned his head to look behind him.

There, a golden elf in golden-red armor was slowly withdrawing his giant sword, his eyes coldly looking at the trolls attacking not far away.

"Giants, trolls, must—"

I took my last breath. Kadara roared and opened her mouth. Even if it is death, it will do its last bit for its clan.

But the greatsword that had taken its life swirled in a spin, and then plunged into its skull from top to bottom, strangling its last words in the belly.

"If you want to boost morale, how can it be so easy?"

Looking at Kadara, who was blind, Mo Wen sneered, a third-rate person even wanted to play a solo ride, and he deserved to die.

Slowly pulled the Ice Thunder Tribulation out of Kadala's skull. His gaze coldly swept to the attacking troll.

All the trolls who stared at him felt their hearts tremble, as if they were being pressed by a huge mountain. I can't breathe anymore.

Ignoring the last call of his hero's soul, the troll saw his overseers roaring into the enemy camp one moment ago, only to be cut in two with the ease of being killed.

The slender body, the wide ice crystal greatsword, and the strong Overseer who fell to the ground, the very contrasting scene made the morale that the troll had just raised fall back to the bottom, and he looked at Mo Wen with a relaxed face, as if he had seen a devil from the ground.

The fear began to spread, and the troll's attack subsided once more, and although the weapons still ping-pong against the elves' shields, they were no longer as crazy as before.

It's time to add another fire!

Looking at the trolls who were hesitating and didn't know whether to advance or retreat, a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and he whispered softly: "Ao! ”

Hovering over the elven camp and acting as a turret, the phoenix suddenly flapped its wings and rushed like a line of fire towards the rear of the trolls, where hundreds of shamans and witch doctors were located.

As an elemental life recruited by Mo Wen from the elemental world, Ao's strength is closely related to Mo Wen, with Mo Wen's current strength at the peak of the second-rate, its strength is also extremely close to the second-rate level, but one-on-one is much stronger than Dakara who just died in Mo Wen's hands.

A few hundred meters under its wings was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, Kung Fu Ao reached the top of the troll spellcaster's head, and the beak of the bird opened slightly, and a large ball of flame erupted from its mouth, burning two troll shamans and a totem pole to ashes.

The troll warriors who had stayed behind to protect the shaman roared and threw their javelins and axes at the phoenix, but before they could get close to the phoenix's body, they were ignited by the raging fire and finally melted into a boiling mass of molten iron.

Loud and cheerful, Ao didn't pay attention to these attacks, and circled back and forth, his mouth and wings spewing flames, and in a few moments the back of the troll turned into a sea of fire, causing the shamans and witch doctors to mess around.

"Steady, kill this pesky monster first!"

An old-looking shaman stepped forward, and under its leadership, a new totem was erected, and under the influence of that light, Ao seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the degree slowed down suddenly, and then dozens of shamans joined forces, and several dazzling thick arcs of electricity hit Ao's body in unison.

With a mournful roar, the phoenix was staggered by the whole beating, and a large number of feathers turned into sparks and fell from the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several witch doctors with vicious expressions exchanged glances with each other, and then pointed at several nearby troll warriors, and under a strange fluctuation, the bodies of those warriors began to swell, and finally exploded into a green blood mist in the wail. And the blood mist, under the command of the witch doctor, was winding towards Ao in the air, and in a moment's effort, Ao's flaming coat was dyed green.

The old shaman glared viciously at the witch doctors. But in the end, it didn't say anything, although its status among the troll shamans was not low, it still couldn't catch up with these witch doctors, not to mention the current situation, it couldn't say that these witch doctors did something wrong.

Looking expectantly at the phoenix shrouded in poisonous mist, the old shaman now expected that these witch doctors would make the sacrifice of those warriors meaningful, but it didn't notice. Because of the cruel methods of the witch doctors, the trolls guarding them subconsciously retreated, looking at them with fear in their eyes.

But the witch doctors themselves did their own iniquity. As a primitive and backward civilization, those witch doctors naturally boasted all kinds of things in order to maintain their dominance, propagating that the souls who died under their spells would never rest in peace. Never able to return to the bosom of the ancestors. Therefore, many trolls are not afraid of death, but they are very afraid of falling into the hands of the witch doctors of the clan.

In the previous wars, the witch doctors did not use similar methods, but those 'spell casting materials' were all sinners in the troll clan, although cruel, but no one said anything, but this time the high elves raided, and the witch doctors rushed into battle. But they forgot to prepare materials, so they had to use the soldiers who guarded them as a last resort. This caused great fear among the surrounding trolls, and if it weren't for the usual heavy accumulation, it is estimated that there would be trolls running away at this time.

In all fairness, the shaman's tactics are not wrong, and the spells of the witch doctors are also very weird, but their strength is too much different from the arcane, and there are too many ants to bite the elephant to death, but dozens of casters of less than half a hundred spells at the same time cannot reach this point.

I only heard a piercing chirp in the green mist, and the next moment a huge wind mixed with flames surged in, instantly tearing through the surrounding fog, revealing the figure of Inside.

With a hint of human anger in his bright eyes, the fire on Ao's body suddenly burst into flames, and the whole bird turned into a huge ball of fire that was dazzling to the extreme, and swooped down directly from the air.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang that made the entire city gate tremble, and outside the Zuaman Gate, a pitch-black pit appeared, and the endless fire inside kept burning, and the old shaman who was there in the original pen pavilion disappeared along with nearly twenty spellcasters.

Swallowing deeply, a witch doctor looked at the scorching flames, rolled his eyes, and shouted: "Spread out, spread out for me, warriors, you are in front, let's prepare a spell to kill this strange bird!" ”

The figure flew back, and the witch doctor fled in all directions, directing the warriors to come forward and delay them.

Despite their reluctance, fearing the witch doctor's intimidation and the honor of the race, the warriors who remained stepped forward and prepared to do their part.

Seeing that those witch doctors and shamans were about to evacuate the dangerous area, a sudden change occurred.

"You don't have to go!"

A cold voice sounded in front of the city gates, and then a strange wave spread rapidly.

The witch doctor, who had screamed out, appeared in horror and began to lighten little by little, and finally floated.

A golden figure appeared in front of it, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, it was slashed in two in the air.

"No!"

A desperate roar spread throughout the rear.

Looking at the splashed blood, the cold light of the blade, whether it was a shaman, a witch doctor, or a warrior, all the trolls began to struggle, but unfortunately suspended in the air, they were like stuck in the water, although they could move, but they couldn't move fast, and the diameter of this weightless field was a hundred meters in diameter, completely cutting off their hope of escape, and they could only watch as the demons wielding giant swords, killing their compatriots one by one.

The giant sword ruthlessly harvested the life of the troll, and in the blood rain, Mo Wen sighed softly.

To say that the High Elves are worthy of being the darlings of magic, with their physique, the advantage of using magic is too great.

Weightlessness, originally Mo Wen could only maintain a distance of a few tens of meters, and the number of people who controlled zhì could not be too much, but now with the bloodline of the High Elves, it could easily maintain a range of nearly 100 meters, enveloping almost a hundred spellcasters in it.

The flash technique, although it is not as easy as breathing, but a surprise attack to kill Kadara, a battlefield across several hundred meters, did not make Mo Wen feel uncomfortable at all, and the loss was small, as long as the conditions allowed, he could even perform it again after a few breaths, appearing in any corner of the battlefield.

If every High Elf can maximize their potential, then the High Elves will be able to dominate the entire world even if they don't have melee combat.

Thinking about this thought in his heart, Mo Wen immediately shook his head and smiled, this is impossible, even with the high elf clan that produces mages, the proportion of mages has never exceeded the first level of the population, and this number is still counted even those lowest-level mage apprentices. The largest number of people are non-professional civilians, then rangers and melee combat, and finally mages and priests, and although there are many more High Elf mages than Terran mages, they are still a minority in their own race, unless-

A whimsical thought flashed through his mind, but then he was pressed in his heart by Mo Wen, wielding the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand, and he continued to kill among the trolls.

From the moment Zurkin was gone, it was doomed to the defeat of the trolls in this battle, without the pincer of the masters, Mo Wen alone could kill all the spellcasters of the trolls, and without the spellcasters, the high elves could fly kites to kill this group of trolls.

There was a crisp chirp, and at that moment, a ball of fire flew out of the deep pit that Ao had blasted out.

Flapping his wings and looking at the troll hanging in the air by his master, Ao thought for a moment and gathered his wings.

In the next moment, the flaming wings spread out again, and countless sparks flew down like meteors, igniting all the trolls in the weightless realm.

"Ahh - Help me! Save me! ”

The flames spread through the trolls' bodies, and the smell of scorching hung in the air, and instead of reversing the trolls' deaths, the previously proud power of recovery caused them more pain.

Nearly a hundred high-flying spellcasters were suspended in the air for barbecue, and this hellish scene stunned all the trolls around them, and their eyes were full of fear as they looked at the figure holding the giant sword in the firelight.

"Help me! Save me! ”

A witch doctor on the edge of a weightless realm shouted at the warrior not far from it, its entire face contorted in pain, "If you don't come again, I'll drain your soul and put it in the eternal flames until the end of the world!" ”

Unexpectedly, listening to the threat of the witch doctor, the somewhat distracted warrior shivered as if he had just woken up from a dream, recalled the previous scene, glanced at the witch doctor, and finally ran away with his head in his hands and screaming.

The fear of the golden elf, the fear of death, the fear of the witch doctor, completely crushed all the pride in its heart, and it threw down the weapon in its hand, but it ran out of the battlefield.

Then, like dominoes, more and more trolls broke away from the battlefield and ran towards the surrounding forest.

There were fighters from the front, and there were guards who stayed behind in the rear.

Trolls are a brutal and bloodthirsty race, and they rarely show signs of escape on the battlefield, but that doesn't mean that they are really not afraid of death, and when there is an unexpected leader, the instinct to escape instantly takes over their minds.

After dropping nearly 3,000 corpses in front of the elven array, the entire army of trolls finally began to flee, and a large number of trolls began to flee everywhere.

The witch doctor was dumbfounded, it didn't expect his words to cause such a result.

The elves were dumbfounded, and then they cheered, and the magic that had been somewhat dry erupted again, and the increasingly heavy shields became lighter, and they poured out the fire in their hands wantonly, and began to hunt down the fleeing trolls.

Mo Wen was also slightly stunned, although he expected that the victory would belong to him, but he didn't expect the victory to come so quickly, and then he laughed.

Looking at the altar in Zuaman City that was gradually calming down, Mo Wen whispered softly.

"Zurkin, you're next!" (To be continued!)

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