The eyes of the dark race were full of fierce light, and some of the warriors who were close just now clearly heard that the Force of Thousand Nights had basically been exhausted. And warriors without the Force are not much stronger than ordinary people, no matter how many levels they have.

Qianye seemed to be completely ignorant of his dangerous situation, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then smiled slightly, and said, "Won't you have one?"

A spider demon and two bloods roared, and rushed towards the thousand nights first.

A ring of sword light suddenly appeared, sweeping over the bodies of the three warriors. Their bodies were still rushing forward, and it took three or four steps before they separated up and down.

"Let's go together!" shouted to someone else, so everyone rushed up.

In the center of the battlefield, Qianye held the sword in both hands, and Dongyue's sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and every swing would pull out a phantom. Whether it is a bloodline, spider demon or werewolf warrior, as long as they are swept by the blade of the sword, they will immediately burst out with blood.

A thousand nights turned over and over are a few basic sword styles refined by the Book of Black, but every time the sword is swung, it will bring a bloody rain and bloody wind, and severed limbs and broken flesh will fly everywhere. The Dark Warrior was cut down in pieces, and the occasional attack landed on him, but a single blow with all his might often left only a shallow wound.

After a fierce killing, the dark warriors finally shuddered and retreated.

Around Qianye, dozens of corpses have fallen, and there are moaning and panting that have lost their mobility. Chiya took down the cigarette that had been holding in her mouth, looked at it, and threw it to the ground.

There was already a river of blood under his feet, and the cigarette butt fell into the blood water, and the snort was extinguished.

Qianye suddenly pulled out the Illusion Manshu Shahua, and slammed it into the distance. A craftsman tried to slip away, but was knocked down by a single shot.

Qianye pointed to the craftsmen gathered with the Illusion Manshu Sahua and said, "None of the craftsmen are allowed to leave." Whoever dares to escape, that one is an example just now. ”

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Split up!" Some craftsmen were so excited that they ran away, and Qianye had a short gun, which could shoot a few rounds and stop a few people? However, as soon as he ran a few steps, several flames exploded at the feet of the crowd at the front, and the choking smell of gunpowder quickly diffused. That's a gunpowder grenade!

The craftsmen froze suddenly, and some people who were far away from the explosion point still did not give up, but as soon as they took a step, several grenades exploded in front of them with great accuracy, as if they had eyes. The craftsmen slowly stopped and turned back.

Qianye was looking at them with a smile, a grenade in his right hand was thrown up and down, and there was a heavy cloth bag in his left hand at some point, looking at the prominent shape, it was actually full of grenades.

The craftsmen's faces were all gloomy, some of them were not low-level, and there were even seven or eight level masters with knighthoods, but this group of noble craftsmen spent most of their time dealing with the Force array, and they were extremely inexperienced in combat. Even if they improve their personal strength, it is also to be able to set up a higher-level magic circle.

Even if Qianye's hand is full of gunpowder grenades, he may not be killed by a hit, but serious injuries are inevitable, and it is a joke to run away separately in this case, and no one wants to become cannon fodder that consumes Qianye's firepower.

Several craftsmen still pinned their hopes on the Count's army, and looked around, only to find that the surviving dark warriors had escaped cleanly while the Thousand Nights had intercepted the craftsmen.

When Chiya threw a Force grenade not far from them, and a violent Force stir swept the nearest craftsmen unsteadily, all the craftsmen honestly retreated to the edge of the circle, not daring to make a move.

At this time, on the other side of the mountain, Zhao Yuying's battle knife skirt uàn cherry, Yan peptideё Yong Xuan, which source sued Lu Xuan, Φ rout case, Xia file, Ren Yu, caries, Qin Yi feed!

She suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "A thousand nights!"

Zhao Yuying was addicted to killing, and then she remembered that she had thrown the exhausted Force Qianye into the mine, and there were at least a hundred dark race warriors there.

She didn't even bother to pack up the loot, and ran wildly towards the mine with all her might.

A moment later, Zhao Yuying rushed back to the mine, and when she saw Qianye, she was stunned.

At some point, a table and chair were set up in the center of the mine, and Qianye was sitting at the table, with Dongyue in his hand, leisurely drinking tea. The two Bloods stood aside as if reporting something, and their expressions were very respectful. There are also dozens of craftsmen busy in the central Force circle, disassembling the components that have just been installed one by one and putting them away in different categories.

Looking at it like this, it's as if Qianya is the owner of this mine.

Zhao Yuying strode up to Qianye and asked, "What's going on?"

Qianye spread his hands and said, "That's what you see." ”

"Where are the warriors of the dark race?"

"Do you remember a group of warriors of the Dark Race here?"

Zhao Yuying's heart suddenly weakened, her voice softened a lot, and said, "That, old lady, I was just careless." Look, now you're okay."

Qianye shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you continue like this, you will be killed sooner or later!"

Zhao Yuying knew that she had passed a level, and immediately smiled, and her paw was on Qianye's shoulder, "How come, follow your sister and me, there are many benefits!"

Hearing this, Qianye felt that the future was worrying.

At this moment, a dull roar was heard, followed by a continuous explosion. Thick black smoke and flames rose from a hole in the easternmost mine with a steel gate, and the closed door collapsed. A large number of miners and slaves poured out of it, mostly humans, but there were also many dark races.

It was supposed to be a slave miner who was working in the depths of the pit, mixed with some managers, and for some reason it was only at this time that the spare exit burst out.

There was a black crowd of people, most of them in tattered clothes, with pale faces, wielding mining pickaxes and shovels in their hands, and they couldn't even see a decent melee weapon. There were also a few werewolves inside, just naked, and the guy was swinging around under his crotch, and after taking a few steps, he simply ran on all fours.

At this moment, it is too early for the craftsmen to dismantle the entire Force Circle, and the instruments and various media that make up the circle are extremely sophisticated, even if they are stepped on, they may be damaged. If this Force circle had been trampled by hundreds of miner slaves, it would have been completely destroyed.

Qianye couldn't help frowning as he looked at the direction of the crowd, they didn't run away, but rushed towards the center of the square, obviously there was someone behind the scenes. Of course, these people who did not have much force could not pose a threat to Qianye and Zhao Yuying, who defeated Count Stuka alone, but they could create chaos, take the opportunity to destroy this Force circle, and give the craftsmen a chance to escape.

Qianye glanced at the craftsmen who were busy on the circle, and sure enough, some of them stopped and looked into the distance. He said coldly: "Keep working." ”

Qianye didn't repeat the threatening words again, but the craftsmen all heard the fierce killing intent in it, shuddered, and lowered their heads to continue to dismantle the magic circle. They had no doubt that the next time the grenade in the palm of the thousand nights would fall directly on their heads, not at their feet.

The crowd of people on the opposite side was approaching rapidly, and I don't know who shouted: "Rush forward, whoever kills the pair of dog men and women will be given freedom by the earl!"

Many of the slaves suddenly turned red with red eyes, roared like beasts, and pounced on them with the tools they had used as murder weapons.

The instigator's intentions couldn't be clearer, the vast majority of the miner slaves were Terrans, and he just wanted to see if Qianye and Zhao Yuying could do it in the face of so many of their kind.

Qianye threw several gunpowder grenades, pulled out a line of fire in front of the crowd, and shouted: "Stand back! One step forward is death!"

Under the action of the Force, his voice resounded like thunder, resounding throughout the square. However, the slaves did not stop at all, and swarmed in, and those in front were almost pushed forward by those behind, ignoring the warnings of the thousand nights.

Qianye's face was cold, and when he looked around, he saw that there were still many dark races in the crowd, and in a hurry, there was no way to distinguish who was the slave who was convicted and sent to the mine, and who was the black hand hidden behind.

The flow of people was surging, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to the Force circle.

Qianye hesitated for a moment, there was no shortage of Force grenades on his body, as long as there were a few, these miners would be blown up nearly a hundred people at a time in such a dense formation.

At this moment, Zhao Yuying's angry and murderous voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Playing this with the old lady?!"

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen original grenades lined up in a horizontal line and flew towards the oncoming crowd.

"The old lady has killed more people than you have ever seen!" Zhao Yuying spit out the last half of her words.

Slaves, whether human or dark, no matter how crazy they are, grenades still know. At that moment, the crowd was chaotic, and the front desperately wanted to retreat, while the back couldn't stop for a while, and was still squeezing forward.

The grenade exploded almost simultaneously, and the blinding Force light pulled a low wall in front of Thousand Nights, and the bloody aura suddenly became intense. Almost all of the hundreds of slaves at the front had fallen, and a death zone nearly 100 meters wide appeared in the crowd.

There were not many people who did not die on the spot, and the few survivors struggled in pools of blood, and the terrible screams made the slaves who had escaped the disaster behind them pale and panicked, and no one dared to move forward. Zhao Yuying's ruthlessness finally shocked their madness and made them understand that this woman definitely had the courage to kill everyone.

Some of the slaves finally got scared and turned around and wanted to run. At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the air, and several grenades flew over. This time, though, the grenade flew high over their heads and landed behind. The dozens of people who fled the fastest were turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.

The slaves did not know what to do for a while, and some of the timid people could not control the fear of death, and fell to their knees with a thud, crying loudly and begging for mercy.

Zhao Yuying threw the backpack to the ground, and from the untied mouth, it could be seen that it was indeed full of Force grenades, although a lot of them were used, but there was still a small half pack left. She didn't seem to be satisfied with the firepower, and looked left and right, and found two boxes of gunpowder grenades under the table where Qianye had been sitting before, which Qianya used to deter the craftsmen.

She strode over, tiptoeing, and two heavy boxes smashed next to the large backpack. Zhao Yuying returned to her original position, bent down and grabbed two grenades, threw them alternately in her hands, and looked at the opposite side with a sneer.

There was a commotion among the slaves, and the craftsmen on the other side of the Force were all so hard at work that they didn't even look this way.

Zhao Yuying said coldly: "The old lady will give you a way to live." Who told you to rush here, point out that guy, and point out all the old spider people to me. Otherwise, there are so many things in this box!"

Although most of the gunpowder grenades in front of them are not Force masters, the powerful gunpowder grenades and Force grenades have the same effect for them, as long as they are blown up, they will die.

The slaves began to look left and right, and suddenly a dozen dark races were isolated from the crowd.

PS: Hurry up, hurry up, finally get out of today's one, a hard life. Continue to code tomorrow's update. As for the addition