"Roar!"

The burly old mountain monster raised his stick made of logs and pointed at a lightly wounded green-skinned goblin, and the power of nature transformed into bloodthirstiness, causing his whole body to be coated with a layer of red agate-like blood.

The light healing of the goblin's wounds healed, the fierce primal wildness gave him an unshakable will to fight, his dirty light green skin turned a dull yellow like the twilight sunset, the sharp canines extended and lengthened, and even the loose muscles were as hard as steel casting, flowing with an icy metallic sheen.

Adult mountain monsters are terrible warriors, but as time goes by, they gradually wield heavy clubs, but they are close to nature for a long time, as if the growing mountain monsters are unconsciously exposed to the power of nature, and learn to cast simple shamanic spells without a teacher.

Bloodlust is one of them, and occasionally there are elderly mountain monsters that will rock their skin and release it on themselves or their friends, but the mountain monster race is the most strictly patriarchal, often banishing old elders and disabled cubs into the wilderness to fend for themselves, all in order to save food rations and make the race better able to survive.

Blessed by the bloodthirsty magic of the elderly mountain monster shaman, the goblins, who had grown in large circles, were the first to counterattack, and his compatriots saw the courage and strength of their once vanished companions return.

However, the goblins, who are not lacking in cunning and survivability on the battlefield, have quickly transformed into veteran oils after a few battles, seemingly fiercely attacking, but their eyes are always wandering around, as if they are looking for dense grass, so that they can cover and hide after defeat, and turn around like the wind again.

In the previous round of fighting, the skeleton soldiers of Sail and the others lost no more than three, and the rest were at most slightly injured with bone cracks. Wounds for wounds, lives for lives, simple arithmetic, with an absolute advantage in troops, their confidence in victory became high.

The mountain monster stepped forward with heavy steps, dragging sticks made of logs, leaving groove-like marks on the soft ground, and the three-meter-tall burly body increased the pressure on Cell's and the others as the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.

The goblins had suffered once, and they did not dare to collide head-on with the three-tiered battle formation of the skeleton soldiers, except for the white idiots who were blessed by the bloodthirsty magic, they split into two groups and spread out left and right, as if waiting for an opportunity to attract each other's attention, distracting them and causing the formation to scatter, so as to find a suitable opportunity to attack.

The solitary dark-yellow-skinned goblin frantically brandished the femoral weapon of a large beast, but what was waiting in front of him was the non-stop attack of more than a dozen skeleton soldiers in the upper, middle and lower layers, and after three breaths with this forcibly raised body, countless wounds were added to the front of the little goblin, and the small blood was lost as if it were money, and soon he lost too much blood and lay on the ground forever.

At this moment, the burly mountain monster approached the skeleton line, grabbed the log stick from behind, and swept forward.

"Giggle...... Boom"

With the exception of the first row of skeletons crouched on the ground and at Thorin's disposal, Mandy the Wanderer's men were reduced to a heap of shards that rained down on the ground with a crackling thud.

The goblins saw the big man on their back, the pillar of their fighting spirit, and invariably let out a threatening roar, beating their chests and feet, or slamming the ground with bone weapons, and their faces were feverishly burgundy, and they felt more excitement than mountain monsters.

They tacitly launched an attack from both flanks, and when the skeleton formation of Searle and the others was about to collapse, it has to be said that the goblins had a very good eye for grasping the fighters, but these veteran soldiers who could only fight with the wind did not notice that there was also a skeleton soldier who had been hiding for a long time as a reserve.

This group of undead spirits is led by Friel, and because they are equipped with rotten hands, they are much more lethal than ordinary skeleton soldiers, and they are divided into two teams of six under the orders of their knight squires, and they also fly together with two wings to resist the surprise attack of goblins.

Bone to bone, evenly matched, short and afraid of pain and death, the goblin is clearly no match for the skeleton soldier with a weapon bonus.

After chopping vegetables and cutting melons and killing two or three heads, they shouted again and chose to flee. Rushing into the nearby grass, he pushed his head into the dense blades of grass, pouted his dirty buttocks, shivered for a while before he raised his head, and ran hand and foot to the mountain monster that was still full of confidence.

Friel's worries were resolved, and Cell's troops were immediately ordered to disperse to avoid being swept by the enemy like Mandy's men had just done. The three-meter-tall burly body, but the sense of oppression was far worse than that of the undead knight standing on the balcony on the second floor, and he did not hesitate to raise the winter ring in his right hand.

The agate ring that turned the tail finger revealed the extremely delicate hexagonal frost flower ring hidden in the palm of the hand, and the cold cold air continued to condense and condense, shaping into a dagger-like sharp blade out of thin air.

"Roar!" the old mountain monster, no matter how sluggish it was, immediately sensed the threat as the elementals cheered, he raised his left hand to his forehead to shield his fragile eyes, and with his right hand dragged the wooden club back to its place, ready to unleash another crushing sweeping blow.

Cell's gaze suddenly lost sight, and he immediately shifted the direction of the Ice Blade, avoiding the mountain monster's plum-shaped belly, and pointing at the unprotected right ankle.

"Smack...... Syllable...... "Snap" three sharp ice blades hit the target with a loud sound, the first two slicing through the tough skin covered with hard lumps and tumors, and the last one not only tore the flesh, but the biting cold also penetrated into the bone marrow inside the ankle.

The mountain monster, whose strength has long been weakened, uses a stick to sweep all with the support of a strong right leg, and the ankle injury not only hurts the heart and lungs, but also affects the balance of the body and the mastery of strength.

The stick made of log was suddenly thrown forward, and the old mountain monster fell to the ground sideways with a cry of pain, and then more than a dozen skeleton soldiers rushed forward and stabbed the knife in turn.

"Roar!" the obstructive bone stick was like a swarm of eye-catching mosquitoes and flies, as if it smelled the smell of blood, and kept creating wounds on his body to bleed. Especially with the skeleton soldiers under the command of Freel, with the blessing of the rotten hand, the cut wound rots faster.

The enemy hero, who stood alone on the hill, immediately gave the order with the power of his heart, and the old mountain monster obediently flipped sideways, using his weight and thick-skinned body, to shake off the skeleton soldier who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and ran over it heavily, sinking into the soft ground, and being buried in the half-dried mud.

Escaping the siege of the skeletons, the old mountain monster struggled to stand up, but his disobedient ankles prevented him from standing up, so he could only land on his hands and feet, and continued to fight in a rather unbearable position.

Not wanting to lose the strongest combat power of his men, the enemy hero had no choice but to take out a tambourine from his arms, make a distant sound with a bang, and then start singing a war song.

The old mountain monster sensed the ubiquitous force of nature cheering and resonating, with its own body as the core, invisibly linking the three goblins.

The warsong was soon over, and the pearlescent chains shot out of the crodrel's hand, piercing through the old man's body, splitting into three strands and striking a goblin each, and then the blood-colored life force was drawn from it and injected into his body, not only healing the wound on his right ankle, but also causing multiple wounds on his body to heal quickly and quickly as the eye could see.

As for the goblins, who were forced to contribute their life force, they lay on the ground weakly, their faces extremely pale, cold sweat on their foreheads, and they were obviously exhausted and overdrawn by the strange war songs.

However, it was worth all the costs, and if it weren't for the Chains of Life War Song to recruit the knowledgeable old mountain monsters, and then use his might to force this group of wild elves to join, how could the bard be able to pull up an army of no less strength in a short period of time.

Although the old mountain monster returned to its normal state was empty-handed, it was not afraid of just over half of the skeleton soldiers left. As for the humans, he didn't pay attention to it, the only thing he feared was the young man who would release the Ice Blade, causing a slight ankle injury, and the old and serious mountain monster decided to be the first to kill the spellcaster.

However, the mountain monster that had just recovered its health was destined to be disappointed, and Aldrich ordered the four Yin Spirits that arrived first, wrapped in thick smoke and icy cold winds, to quietly appear in front of him.

The vague shades are undead creatures of the Nether category, immune to physical damage, but their claws have considerable lethality due to the negative energy they contain, plus they are dominated by the undead knights, and are not affected by the zombie axe, but enjoy the amplification of fragile skin.

The temperature of his body was constantly snatched away by the shuttling and flying ghosts, and the confidence of the old mountain monster could not help but waver, and he frequently looked at the hills behind him, but unfortunately the wilderness heroes who recruited him did not say anything.

His heart sank, but the old mountain monster did not give up completely, in addition to the move of bloodthirstiness, he also had another hole card, but the price of using it was his own life.

"Roar!"

Filled with angry roars, a circle of white qi visible to the eyes rippled around with the mountain monster's body as the core.

After the Yin Soul containing negative energy was affected by the power, it burned like a flame, and the spiritual essence that made up the body continued to disperse, and the gray coarse cloth cloak immediately appeared pitch-black scorch marks.

They hurriedly turned around and flew away, past the skeletons who had reformed their formation, and fled far away.

The roar of the mountain monster's burning life in the forest still had a powerful aftermath, as the thin white waves of air rushed through the skeletons, like wheat cut down by a scythe and fell in rows, but unfortunately it was too scattered, but it killed any skeleton soldier in the slightest.

As for staying in the safer rear, what Celle and the others felt was the gentle morning breeze blowing in their faces, obviously as the distance increased, the special move of the mountain monster with double lethality attenuated the benefits of the land, and it was like jumping off a cliff in a straight line.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant, and the mountain monster remained in place, the vicissitudes of time carved deep marks on his face, and now he unconsciously had a few more wrinkles on his forehead.

He grew older, and the flame of life was about to be extinguished, but both the enemy and the enemy were so shocked by the scene just now that they did not dare to move. Time passed, and dull footsteps sounded in the distance, which was the clarion call for the undead knight Triss to lead an army of troops, about to arrive on the battlefield and launch an attack.

Can't wait any longer, the Warsong Chanter of the Hills has ordered the ten remaining goblins to gather around the mountain monsters and launch a final assault to wipe out the vanguard of the undead in one fell swoop.

Self-sustaining support is coming, Sail quietly raised his right hand again, the characteristics of the Winter Ring, so that the ubiquitous water vapor around it continues to converge, condensing into three light blue ice blades.

The old mountain monster raised his left hand again to cover his eyes in grief and indignation, but remembering his ankle, he immediately lowered his hand, unable to give the other party the initiative, he grabbed the goblin that was not much higher than his knees, used it as a throwing weapon, and threw it towards the location of Cell's and the others.

"Bang...... Bang" There were two consecutive sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the goblin, whose body was about to fall apart, had just struggled to get up when his head was smashed by Friel, who wielded his rotten hand.

The red and white flowed all over the ground, and she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head to stare at the mountain monster disappreciatively: "Hmph! It's not a big deal to kill a few little monsters, isn't it just a bowl of milk splashed with red peppers?"

Enraged by Friel's stare, the mountain monster rushed forward, the cowardly goblins exchanging glances with each other before following, but staying a little further away from the big man to avoid being caught by him as a throwing weapon for long-range attacks.

There was a faint tremor on the ground, and a suffocating sense of oppression struck again, and in a hurry, Cell's long-standing ice blade was aimed at the center and left of the mountain monster's chest, which was where his heart was.

If all three Ice Blades hit, it would at least cause considerable damage to the mountain monster's body, and if it could paralyze his heart, then the biggest hero in turning the tide would belong to Cell.

Unfortunately, the experienced mountain monster didn't give the caster a chance, and folded his hands on his chest, and used his strong arms to block the ice blade.

"Boom!"

Cell's hole card left three scars on the mountain monster's left forearm, like the minions of some kind of large beast, but the cold air made the shallow wound frost numb and lose all sensation, obviously this kind of small trick can deal with ordinary monsters, and it is not so useful to deal with thick-skinned mountain monsters.