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Griff was swept into the battlefield by the aftermath of the ogre's charge, and to be honest, as a little-known person, he didn't want to show such heroism, especially when the enemy's muskets and artillery left a great shadow on him, but the barbarian army that kept pouring into the valley mouth behind him kept crowding him. :Fun:Text: 3.

Like the waves of the foreshore, there is no turning back.

He tried to control the wolf under him to lean towards the back of the group or in a crowded area, which greatly reduced his chance of being attacked head-on, especially after seeing an ogre and a wolf rider being directly split in half by the enemy's long knife, and surviving in this war has become his greatest pursuit.

Very few people can be brave in the face of the death that actually happens now, and those who are so brave are either numb to fear or have no chance of surviving.

At least that's what Griff has in his heart and what he sees in his eyes.

Suddenly, two terrible howls came from Griff's right front, and he quickly shrank his neck, grabbed his legs, and ran backwards.

In the corner of his eye, he saw that the barbarian with a strange long knife cut off half of the shoulder of an ogre, and the sharp blade cut through the strong ** as easily as boiling soup and fertile snow.

The heavy shoulder armor and thick bones did not hinder the blade, and as the arm that was attached to the shoulder detached from the body, a large cloud of bright red blood splattered like a fountain on the face and body of the savage, who licked his lips like a demon and stabbed the strange long knife into the lower abdomen of a wolf knight.

And just like that, it wasn't until the barbarian had slashed a dozen wolf knights and four ogres in quick succession like a pig that the heavily armed ogre rushed in front of him.

The three ogre magicians smashed the barbarian's body from the top, the middle and the bottom with maces, but the latter not only did not retreat when he saw this, but raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and the long knife in his hand cut a cold light from the bottom up, and he was so arrogant that he wanted to defeat three with one.

The moment the cold blade came into contact with the rough mace, it suddenly erupted into a dazzling white powerful fighting spirit, and the mace that swept towards the barbarian's plate was also driven upward by this huge force, and then overlapped heavily with the other two maces.

Just when Griff thought that the other party had exhausted his skills, and he was about to fall into a long wrestling and finally lose, you must know that it was three ogres, and the power of the joint explosion was no less than that of Beamon.

A sinister sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of the barbarian's mouth, and then he changed to a posture of holding a knife in one hand, and a strong magical light began to flash in the palm of the other.

A two-meter-long frost spear suddenly appeared in his palm and stabbed into the chest of the nearest ogre mage without hesitation, although the ogre mage was called a mage, but the only spell he could cast was a bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, and it was defenseless in the case of the two sides fighting bravely, and in an instant the ice spear stabbed into his chest, and then penetrated through his back after bringing out a puff of bright red blood.

Under the severe pain, the ogre mage suddenly let out a roar of pain, and the spear pierced through the chest and did not die, which showed the strength of the **, but it was precisely because of this momentary gap that the strength in his hand was loosened, and then the barbarian also roared angrily, holding the knife in both hands again, and the green tendons in both arms soared, and the violent fighting qi was infused so that the cold blade actually burst out with a dazzling luster like the sun.

Caught off guard, the three ogre mages only felt a tingling pain in their eyes, and subconsciously raised their arms to protect their eyes, but a huge force came from the mace in their hands at the same time as they withdrew, and when they realized that something was wrong and wanted to defend again, a cold feeling crossed their necks at the same time.

The three muffled sounds of "puff puff" did not stir up any waves in such a chaotic battlefield, but the blood of the three headless corpses spurting out of the severed head like a fountain frightened all the barbarian warriors around.

Tariq licked his lips and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the blood excited him, he could feel the steaming battle intent and power in his body was on the verge of exploding, urging him to kill and fight for his life, but just as he was about to continue to rush forward, a black shadow comparable to the speed of light suddenly appeared behind him.

"Be careful!"

In the distance, there was an exclamation from Guina, and Tarik suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a fierce edge slashing down the back of his neck.

"Get out!"

He roared angrily and swung his knife violently, only in terms of strength, except for Haag, he had never been stunned, but when the Mo knife in his hand came into contact with the sharp edge, it sank violently, followed by a numbness in his wrist, although there was a rush to meet the enemy, but it also showed that the strength of the attacker would never be under him.

It was only then that Tariq finally saw the man who was sneaking up on the back, a wolf knight, and the big-eared monster on the back of the wolf was unlike anyone he had seen before, after all, it was the weakest class in the barbarian army, and even when he was a mercenary in the barbarian army a few years ago, he had never seen anyone who could match him in strength.

"Lord Talohill!"

There was a sudden burst of cheers in the barbarian's ranks, and the big-eared monster's eyes suddenly shuddered, and the arms pressed down again, and the two cold blades actually let out a piercing golden sound in the violent friction, and at the same time, a blue light suddenly broke away from Talorhir's left hand and hit Tarik's chest.

Caught off guard, Tariq immediately felt like a hammer blow to his chest, although this magic arrow did not kill him, but it also made his breath run seriously, and the resistance in his hand suddenly loosened, and then Talohir's horse slashing knife slashed diagonally and slashed his right arm.

"Whew!"

At the last moment, Tariq suddenly took a half-step back and dodged most of the blade, but the sharp sword qi still left a deep wound on his forearm that was nearly half a meter long.

The bad luck didn't end there, as Tariq roared in anger and tried to pounce on him again, when the air above his head suddenly erupted in a violent riot, and a thigh-thick lightning bolt slammed into his back.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood rushed out of Tariq's throat and a heavy darkness instantly enveloped his whole body, it was a thunderbolt summoned by a real mage, and its power was by no means comparable to the magic arrows that Talohir issued temporarily, and he was surrounded by dense barbarians, it turned out that he had unknowingly killed into the heart of the enemy army.

Taloxir glanced coldly at Vir in the distance, as if he was dissatisfied with her rash intervention in his own battle, but more barbarian warriors let out a warm cheer because of this, Tariq killed them like a demon god and left a shadow too heavy, at this time, it was naturally very happy to see a strong enemy about to ambush them.

At this moment, Guina was still a few dozen meters away from Tariq, and when she saw that her comrades were injured, she immediately anxiously wanted to get closer to this side, but how could those barbarians let her get her wish, dozens of ogre mages and wolf riders roared and blocked her path.

Even if she exploded her fighting spirit to the extreme in an instant, those barbarians also refused to take half a step back, as if they had made up their minds to exchange their lives for Tariq's life.

"Die!"

Taloxil coldly raised the horse chopping knife in his hand, at this time, Tarik was barely standing in the middle of the battlefield with the knife in both hands because he had suddenly suffered several injuries, especially magic damage, which had caused the blood and qi to flow all over his body, and the strong sense of dizziness made him unaware of the knife that was about to decapitate him.

However, just as Talorhir's slashing knife was about to fall, Will's face suddenly changed in the distance, and he shouted "Be careful!", and then a violent thunderbolt suddenly appeared behind Talorhir and smashed down.

"Boom!"

The feeling of being locked in by the dragon was not alleviated by Will's lightning support, on the contrary, Talohill only felt an irresistible shiver rise from the depths of his soul and quickly envelop his whole body, so that his raised arms could not swing down a bit, even the greatest battle feats were placed in front of him so defenselessly.

The smoke cleared, and a figure over four meters tall and covered in thick blood gradually appeared behind Talohir, and he stood like that, no less pressure than a raging Beamon beast.

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