The Bracadas were the first to charge.

An overwhelming army of gargoyles formed a dark canopy that obscured the sky, and the heavy rams in the hands of the great goblins made the final turn of the parabola under the bellies of the gargoyles, and then fell mercilessly down on the barbarian army below.

The earth trembled with the neat steps of the Iron Warriors, and after a short rest, green balls of magical light shot out from the walnut staff, rushing towards the berserk army on the opposite side with death and destruction.

After the Holy Spirit and the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, the gods and monsters once again cast a prayer spell on the Naga snake demon.

The light descended, and the blades of the six arms of the basilistries seemed to be able to slash through the air, and the speed of the charge far exceeded that of the terrifying giants.

And on the last hillside, several huge figures with golden armor like gods swung their giant swords fiercely, and the thunder that tore through the space also roared and rushed towards the orcs on the opposite side.

Whether it's in terms of troops, morale, magic support, even terrain and weather, and all the conditions that can affect the war, this is a battle without suspense.

In fact, it is.

Faced with a flood of Bracadans, who were many times their size, the barbarian commander Gnison gave only one order.

He ordered the group to retreat to both sides, as if deliberately creating a formation to welcome the Bracadans, and let out the dozen or so Beamon beasts at the end of the group.

Welcome to Hell.

Then Serena watched as an army that was well-trained, morale-high, well-armed, armed to the teeth, aided by powerful magic, and several times the size of the enemy, made her proud, was crushed by these savages who she saw as savage, stupid, unaware of the art of war, and like a plate of scattered mud and sand.

Defeated head-on, there was no conspiracy or ambush, and even the barbarian battle mages did not cast a single blessing spell on those Beamon behemoths, just with the gray claws that shone with cold light, all the Bracada warriors who stood in their way were instantly torn apart.

It was not only Serena's army that was defeated at that moment, but also her faith and confidence, she could not convince herself of what was happening in front of her no matter what, and the dozen or so Beamon Behemoths were like lions, gargoyles, and smashed!

Only the Naga snake demon and the most powerful giants, blessed by prayer, had the possibility of surviving the impact of the gray-white torrent, and this possibility was only a pitiful little bit based on the complete impossibility of other creatures.

The time span that this may bring is one to one and a half seconds.

The body was torn apart, the head was torn, the intestines were torn, and the organs were torn, and the dozen or so Beamon beasts were like high-speed spinning meat grinders, and everywhere they went, white, yellow, and red all kinds of colors vied with each other to form a picture of the coming of hell, and the barbarian army that followed was to mend the knives on the bodies of people or monsters who were not dead, and then cut off their heads and hang them on their belts.

"No! It's not like that! It can't be!"

Serena, who stood on a low hill and watched it all from afar, shouted sharply, swearing in her nearly thirty years of magical life, in the name of the Immortal Wizard King and all the gods, that she had never seen such a beast.

"This is definitely not a Beamon Behemoth!

She shouted frantically, and a stream of magical light lit up from her body, lightning, ice arrows, fireballs, all the magic she could think of was frantically pouring towards the behemoths on the battlefield, and not only her, but the mage group behind her was doing the same thing, but those rays of light falling on the Behemoths of Beamon could cause their bodies to lag at most, and then continued to roar into the flesh slaughterhouse in front of them.

Serena hadn't seen the Beamon Behemoth, and even in the Warlock Academy in Bracada, there was a specimen of the Beamon Behemoth for the mages to study, and after decades of research, the mages had already studied the density of protons on each of the Behemoth's hairs.

How much strength and speed they have, how much attack their gray fur can withstand, how much magic they can bear, and even how much feces they can expel after eating food, all these data remain in Serena's mind like a brand, even the most powerful Beamon behemoth cannot tear apart a Naga snake demon and a giant in an instant.

And what frightened her was that the dozen or so Beamon beasts on the battlefield were doing such things.

These monsters with the appearance of Beamon's behemoth, whether it is strength, speed, defense, or magic resistance, are far beyond what she knows, and even have the ability to cross terrain and obstacles at will, everything she sees in front of her makes Serena feel like she is living in hell, but the flying flesh and the howl of the warrior are always a reminder that all nightmares are real.

She felt that her perception had been completely subverted, the glory of the commander, the pleasure of revenge, and the aura of the red robe all left of her, and all that was left was the fear and shame of dying in a battle.

In fact, she was right.

The one she was dealing with wasn't a Behemoth at all, but another terrifying creature that Tanan had begged from her ancestors not long ago through intense and long prayers.

Or, to put it more appropriately, dead things.

Once upon a time, long ago, when the barbarian hero Jagger ruled several kingdoms on the continent, the Behemoth of Beamon had been the patron saint of the barbarians.

In the early world of the barbarians, death was thought to be just another journey to the Hall of Glory after death, where those who came first were treated favorably, and those who came later were only to be seen.

Thus, the first ancient beast enjoyed absolute authority in the realm of the barbarians, and every day barbarians from various barbarian empires came on pilgrimage to see its majesty and glory.

The law of the Behemoth lasted for countless centuries, without its affirmation, no war could be waged, not even a slight military operation was impossible, so for a long time the barbarians lived well, and the great wealth plundered from the neighboring kingdoms made them rich, and for the barbarians of that time war was even an art.

But even in the world of the barbarians there is nothing eternal, and as time goes on, the time has come for the behemoth to grow old, and finally it is time for it to abandon its mortal life and go to the temple of its ancestors.

After its death, all sorts of troubles ensued, vassals began to be restless, inter-tribal conflicts began to grow, brothers fought each other, and everything began to go bad, until the rise of the undead wizard king Magnus completely destroyed the barbarian empire and turned them into lowly slaves.

After Tanan's defeat at the foot of the wall, he prayed day and night to the ancestors, begging for the glory of the ancestors to descend and lead the barbarians back to the top, but unfortunately for a long time, the ancestors did not give any response to his prayers.

It wasn't long ago that he made a grand sacrifice to the ancestors with the souls of the heroes who died on the battlefield and the corpses of both the enemy and the enemy, and this time his sincerity finally touched the ancestors, and they gave them a gift, the original Beamon Behemoth.

To be exact, the Heroic Spirit of the Behemoth Beamon.

However, what Tanan didn't expect was that the barbarian's current ugliness deeply angered the heroic beast, and it had just arrived and unleashed a merciless slaughter in the barracks.

For unknown reasons, the Spectre Behemoth deeply hated the current barbarians, and it refused any form of communication until the ally it had never met arrived at the news, and the beast was temporarily subdued after sacrificing two captains and hundreds of warriors.

After three days of negotiations, Tanan finally agreed to give the ghost beast jiao to that person, as the other party promised to give him back enough power to push the war forward.

And when the man returned to Tanan's barracks, he brought a lot of resources and some precious treasures, and then asked Tanan to gather all the Behemoths in the army and give him a secret and independent space.

Seven days later, Tanan had harvested a dozen ghost beasts, which Serena was now facing, and as for where the original Heroic Spirit given by the ancestors went, Tanan didn't care at all, he needed strength, he needed victory after victory to boost the morale of the army, and uncontrolled power and provocation to authority were completely disgusted by him, even the ancestors.

So Serena guessed the reason for her failure, but she was powerless to save the fate of her failure.

Thirty thousand Bracada troops, killed in a battle.

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