With the protection of the magic props, the Count was not injured, but he felt a sharp pain in his heart, far worse than the injury.

He was deceived! He was deceived by those stupid, rude, inexperienced adventurers! He was deceived by Eric's hairy boy who grew up in the royal capital and the drizzle!

What a humiliation!

For a moment, he almost couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl to relieve the depression and anger in his heart.

But he didn't.

It's not that he has a lot of self-control, it's that it's ...... Reality does not allow it.

The magical feast prepared by the traversers for the army of Tara Khan, of course, will not only be the Ice Ridge Rainstorm, but the Ice Ridge in the sky is gradually falling, and when this wave of attacks has come to an end, another round of magic aura emerges, and then there is a green brilliance slowly condensed.

Everyone knew that the green brilliance was definitely not a good thing, but at this moment, the rain of ice edges was still falling one after another, and everyone had already tried their best to resist it, and they couldn't spare the strength to do anything at all.

In fact...... Even if they could spare their strength, they wouldn't be able to do much.

The large magic array prepared by the traversers was activated by absorbing the power of the earth. In order to reserve enough energy for it, they deliberately delayed for a long time, from midwinter to late winter and early spring, and now the magic array has stored an extremely large amount of power, not to mention these average level spellcasters in the northern realm of the kingdom, even if those great magicians known as "sages" in the royal capital come over, they can only barely protect themselves.

If you want to crack the magic circle, there is still hope for really summoning Ramer's projection......

After the green brilliance condensed, it did not form ice edges or anything, but turned into a thick fog and slowly descended from the sky.

"Poisonous fog!" someone exclaimed.

Everyone was shocked - among the various attacks, the poisonous mist was an extremely difficult type to defend against. There are very few tools that can filter the air, and the entire Tarahan army, combined, doesn't know if they can make up a hundred.

In the face of the poisonous fog, if you don't have such tools, you can only bet that your body is strong enough to survive.

Many people ran with their legs drawn, trying to run out of the range of the poisonous mist, but they had only run a few steps before the poisonous mist had already fallen to the ground.

Everyone is trying to hold their breath and try not to inhale the toxic mist as much as possible, some people cover their faces with cloths, and some people sprinkle water on the cloth in the hope of enhancing the filtration effect.

However, it was all useless.

First of all, the person who held his breath finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, and couldn't help but take a big breath, and with this breath, he inhaled the poisonous mist. So they immediately turned black in front of their eyes, weak in their feet, and fell down limply, and soon fell into a coma.

Immediately afterwards, the man who covered his face with a cloth also followed in his footsteps, and after a while, the green poisonous mist was seen to be reduced and thinned, but the person who covered his face with a wet cloth finally opened his eyes in despair and fell before the dawn came.

Moments later, most of the people in Tara Khan's army had been brought down by the poisonous mist, and those who were able to survive it with their strong physique were saved in ten steps.

However, the magic circle is not over yet.

The green glow faded and then the red glow lit up.

With this red light, balls of fireball appeared in the air, and then smashed down mercilessly.

Interestingly, after being hit by these fireballs, many unconscious people were awakened by the burning pain.

In the command center of the traverser, everyone shook their heads one after another, looking at the emperor with a single horn on his head, and a man with two long whiskers on his chin.

"Fenghuang, Liu Daoqing, what kind of 'Five Elements Transport' are you that are unreliable!

"yes, what kind of aquatic wood makes fire...... In fact, the hypnotic poisonous fog can be over, and there is no need to smash the fireball at all!"

"Then there's the fire, the earth, the gold...... Is it really necessary? I think it's better than anything else to just smash a fireball like that. ”

"Stop the magic array, if you continue to fight, it will be a senseless slaughter. ”

Hearing Anka's persuasion, Sleepless raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone.

Everyone was a little unimpressed.

"Anka, don't be merciful! We're going to fight with them next, now let's do one more, and then it's easy!"

"Not only that, but the Count will definitely show his true colors later, and when the time comes, they will see it, and brainwash them to forget about these things...... It's troublesome! It's better to let them die and be clean!"

"There are also experience points for killing, although everyone shares it equally, everyone can also get a lot of ......"

Seeing that everyone was gossiping, most of them were unwilling to stop the magic array, Ankh sighed, shook his head, and didn't say anything more.

So Sleepless continued to urge the magic array, and after the fireball smashed, stones fell.

These stones were not very large, but they carried an extraordinarily heavy feeling, and once the Tarakhanid army was hit by them, they immediately felt that their bodies became extremely heavy, not to mention fleeing or resisting, and even it became very difficult to stand up straight.

Especially those knights in heavy armor, the heavy armor had previously blocked the ice edges and fireballs for them, but now it became the biggest burden, making them fall to the ground one by one, unable to lift even an arm.

After the earth, it is the final change of the magic array, gold.

The golden light condensed in the sky, but it did not turn into a physical object, but fell one by one.

This light has nothing to do, whether it is a shield or armor, it is like paper paste in front of it, and it can be easily penetrated. Unable to escape any longer, Tarahan's soldiers collapsed one after another in the golden light with incomparably powerful piercing power, losing their lives.

When the golden light gradually dimmed, among the thousands of soldiers who followed the Count into the valley, there were very few who survived.

The Count's magic field flickered, blocking all sorts of attacks for him, and with it, one magic item after another on his body drained its power, either losing its brilliance or simply shattering.

Each of these magic props is a lot of money!

The Earl couldn't help but feel a lot of hatred in his heart as he watched the magic props lose their power, and watched his army almost wiped out under the attack of the magic array.

Seeing that the army around him was almost dead, he finally let go of all his scruples and issued an order.

"No matter!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

An eerie shrill voice sounded in the shadows beneath his feet, accompanied by a grotesque laugh, and the demon that had the appearance of a fly jumped out and roared towards the sky.

With a roar, the carriages that had stopped outside the valley shook. The secret door under the carriage was opened, and a deep and dark shadow emerged from it, and flew through the forest, shouting and laughing, and roaring towards the valley.

The Count finally took out his hole cards and summoned the demons to help.