In the early morning forest, the eastern light casts fantastic beams of light through the shade of the trees, and the nearby beasts are long gone, except for the birds jumping briskly among the branches. However, the sight of the light beam is cruel and cold to visitors from beyond the forest.

As last time, the enemy did not clean up the corpses of the adventurers after the battle, and more than 200 human corpses were pale piled together, mixed with dark red coagulated blood, and constructed a breathtaking picture in front of the adventurers who followed the traces. Adventurers look down on life and death, but almost no one has ever seen the shocking sight of so many corpses gathered together, and the fact that they are in front of them constantly reminds them that adventurers are just a group of people who work for life and money, and most of them have never experienced real war!

In the glade of dozens of steps, human corpses can be seen everywhere, from the scattered on the periphery to the inner circle, the corpses are piled together to form a half-human-high corpse pile. It is not difficult to imagine what it was like to be surrounded by human beings who struggled to the death, but did not have the strength to break through the enemy's ruthless strangulation. As the adventurers fell, and the encirclement contracted, the corpses that had accumulated under their feet did not even allow them to find a flat place to land, and they trampled on the corpses of their companions in vain resistance, covered in blood, until the last man fell to his knees between the corpses......

"Take a closer look at the corpses as you clean them up and see if there's any one left to breath!" The temporary leader of the team of five hundred had a gloomy and ugly face, and the man named Adolf had a fearful expression that reminded those around him of a wounded beast, and his whole body exuded an air of suppressed anger and danger.

Cleaning up the corpses of their companions and burying them in the ground when they don't need to take risks is one of the few conventions that adventurers have. As for what constitutes risk, this is naturally a "standard" that varies from person to person. The fact that 500 people were able to risk being attacked by the enemy to bury their nominal companions at least shows that there are still some of the adventurers who pay attention to basic morality, not to mention that many of the 200 dead in battle were real companions who belonged to the same team as them during their lifetimes.

However, the facts in front of them once again showed the adventurers how cruel the truth that happened in this world can be, and there was not a single one of the two hundred and twelve corpses that survived!

Not even a single guy who was seriously injured and barely survived!

This result is not at all in line with the "common sense" known to adventurers, who want their companions to do their best when fighting, but no one will be too harsh on the guy who is seriously injured in the battle and loses the ability to fight. In their opinion, there is no need for a person who has lost his combat effectiveness to accompany his companions to "die generously", and it is the favor of fate to be able to save his life in a tragic defeat. It is the right behavior in line with the values of all adventurers, no one will laugh at this kind of person as a coward, and the person who can endure pain and live strong is the real tough guy.

Human life can sometimes feel very fragile, and sometimes it is surprisingly strong.

"These bitches smash it, goddamn executioners! Every fallen warrior has been remedied at least once!" Adolf exclaimed excitedly, not knowing who he was trying to say or if he was just venting.

"This is the real war, Adolf. It's not a fight for money, it's a brutal battle that follows the simple principle of life and death. Crane stood behind Adolf, his expression solemn and persuasive. On more than one occasion, he had heard rumors about Adolf, a man of few adventurers who had been mortally wounded in his youth but miraculously survived, and since then people have gradually replaced his name with the name "Devil" for this man who never died and became more and more brave in battle.

As the first person to propose entering the forest to mourn his companions, Crane had no reason or position to stay out of the matter. What's more, he really wanted to know how powerful the enemies who fought for Andrari were.

"War? Adventurers never kill for the sake of killing!" "The "ghost" who looks back looks like a beast that chooses people to devour.

Crane had something else hidden in his calm, "But this is not the case with our enemies, who are fighting for their cities. It has little to do with profit, but with the survival of the city on the other side of the river. The best soldiers are the ruthless warriors, and our opponents are clearly such a difficult bunch. Completely different from the rumored fragile city scene, we are facing a truly elite army!"

Adolf's teeth chattered, and he could tell he was trying to control the anger in his heart.

"You mean that this spontaneous operation was a despicable conspiracy adorned with lies from the beginning!?"

"Mr. Adolf, you have your own decision in your heart about this kind of thing, so why do you ask me?" Crane carefully stepped on the corpses on the ground, and walked to the middle of the corpses. There was a wooden sign with the lingua franca written on it, and what it said was, according to the average person's mind, was simply an intolerable and clumsy provocation.

- Adventurers, gathered by ethereal interests, if you want to truly see the power of Andrarui's army, send three of you to the east and go deep into the forest. One less person, no reception, one more person, no forgiveness!

"In order to be able to make a more accurate judgment on this issue, I think someone has to witness the so-called 'great military power' for himself, what do you think? Mr. Adolph?" Crane apparently did not regard the message left by the enemy as a simple provocation, and if the other party really wanted to do so, desecration of the corpse was actually the most effective way.

Although elves and dwarves are unlikely to do such a thing, the young human leader feels that the demons should not lack such special means.

"I'll go with you!" Adolf's ugly, scarred face, the muscles under the skin twisted and wriggled uncontrollably.

"Crane let me go for you! if anything goes wrong, the brothers will need your leadership!" Crane 's deputy, the strong Byron, thrust in behind the two.

The young man of Enrique's family pondered for a moment, and finally decided to do what his companion had thought. And the man, who lived up to the name of "evil ghost", still decided to find out for himself. As for the final candidate, it is a little-known little leader who always looks a little weak with a smile on his face, but he volunteers.

......

The three of them hadn't left the group far into the forest when they saw an elven ranger standing in the middle of an open woodland.

"Three of you, please come with me......" The other party just glanced at them faintly, and walked towards the depths of the forest at an unhurried speed.

Now that the decision had been made, the three adventurer leaders had no reason to retreat before achieving their goals or encountering danger, they exchanged glances with each other, kept a certain distance, and followed behind the elf in front of them.

......

After about an hourglass, a not-so-steep hill appeared in the sight of the three of them, and for the first time, the elven ranger in front of them completely stopped. The athletic elf stood at the top of the gentle slope and looked back at the three invited humans.

"Is it just ahead?" Adolf seemed calmer and calmer when it came to the end.

The three humans climbed the gentle slope together, and the sight behind the hill made them stunned and speechless for a while.

Although they had imagined such a scene many times along the way, the three adventurer leaders were still shocked when they actually saw it—a uniform suit of armor, dark armor reflecting a vague glow through the gloomy woodland. The standard and compact formation of the soldiers gave the adventurers, accustomed to skirmishes, a wordless momentum, and they gathered together in silence, in the square formation, everyone seemed to be part of the whole, as if no one could tell the difference between the two people next to each other.

Byron's face was grim, his fingers were hundreds of paces away, pointing back and forth at the heavily armed enemy, and the two companions who were traveling with him also looked unkind, and the elven ranger who had led them here was now long gone.

"Each phalanx has eight rows and five columns, and forty people...... There are twenty phalanxes in total, a total of eight hundred!" Byron muttered as he calculated, and finally came up with an accurate answer that was completely in line with the facts in front of him.

Adolf couldn't help frowning, such a number of teams could easily pull up nearly ten in the adventurer's camp, but I don't know why, the human team in the camp had never let him experience the deterrent power in front of him! Was it because of the enemy's neat queue, or the sophisticated steel armament? Adolf felt that he had faintly grasped the crux of the problem!

"Circle!" commanded a tall snake demon at the front of the line, and Byron could see four arms that were far longer than the dwarven warriors in the front row, one of which was wielding what appeared to be a long knife used to command the line.

The twenty phalanxes, which had just been clearly distinguished, were like collapsed mountain rocks, and they instantly became fragmented. By the time they were reunited, the dwarven warriors had mixed in with the spear-wielding demon and orc warriors.

“Inser`Pashar－

Anderlarui!" The roar of the alien soldiers swept over like a great wave, accompanied by an indeterminate but uniform shout, and all the soldiers in the line with spears formed in one body, and made three consecutive stride and thrust movements. In just one breath, the circle expanded in a circle. In the center of the battle array, the snake demon holding the long knife gave another order-

"Goose Formation!"

This time, the change in the enemy's formation seemed to be visible, with tall pikemen clustered in the center of the line, occupying the core of the formation, and dwarves with iron shields guarding the flanks and behind the spearmen. Byron vaguely felt that no matter which direction you attacked, it would be difficult for such a formation to break the array of dwarven shield guards, but if they took the initiative to attack...... The spears in the middle of the formation are the sharp and deadly fangs of the war beast, and the dwarven warriors protruding from the sides will wrap around its prey like the claws of the giant, so that the greedy beast will have enough time to slowly chew its opponent to pieces, and eventually nothing will be left!

"Forward!" With the swing of the command knife again, the enemy's huge battle formation surged towards the hill where the three humans were!

The speed of the other party's advance was actually not as fast as it seemed, but for some reason, Adolf and Byron both had an illusion of inevitability in their hearts. The girl-likable adventurer beside them, who called himself Allen, went limp as the enemy approached, as if he couldn't stand on his feet.

As the enemy approached, the three humans could clearly see the faces of the soldiers opposite, and clearly saw the pupils and cold, bloodthirsty expressions of the alien warriors that were different colors from the humans. The distance kept getting closer, and the sound of neat footsteps seemed to step on the heartbeat of the three people, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the foreheads and backs of the three people, but they seemed to be unaware.

"Disperse to the wings!"

In just a few steps, it was as if the spear in his hand could stab the three people who were in front of the array, like insects. The front row of pikemen suddenly parted, the closest of them scurrying past the three humans just two paces away. As if he could see his own vague figure in the reflection of those armors, Byron stiffened and chilled, but did not dare to make the slightest movement that could cause the other party to misunderstand, until the enemy's long queue finally disappeared behind them.

At some point, the weapon that Byron was subconsciously holding in his hand slipped out of his stiff and ungraspable hand, and the young leader named Allen on the other side sat down on the ground weakly.

"It's not time to relax...... Adolf stared intently at the other group down the hillside, he didn't know exactly when they were there, a group of rangers in brown and green camouflage, in a neat formation.

"Three hundred steps ahead, covering the projectile!" the faint command sounded again.

A rain of black arrows buzzed with the bowstrings in the hands of the archers, pointing at the hillside where the terrain was not steep. After "climbing" to the apex in an instant, the overwhelming arrows swooped down with deadly stings like a bloodthirsty swarm that launched a surprise attack!

At this time, the three people on the hillside had really felt the fear before death, but their bodies seemed to be so stiff as if they were out of control, and they could barely move.

Even if they still have the ability to move normally, it is impossible for a mortal to be faster than a sharp arrow speeding in mid-air......