Dozens of cannonballs exploded wildly on the path of the ghost beast's charge, and the continuous waves of dust and arrogance suddenly made the desert that had just fallen silent tumble into a sea of yellow sky, and the overlapping explosions completely drowned out the roar of the giant beast, but the vibration from under his feet did not decrease for half a minute.

"Retreat first!"

Mrak and Tariq looked at each other and made the decision to stay out of the way.

The violent friction between the four feet and the sand caused the surrounding scenery to retreat rapidly, and when they saw the appearance of the ghostly beast that had rushed out of the raging sea of dust, their eyes lit up.

The huge fangs, which had been destroyed in the sacrificial onslaught of the knights, were now a few inches shorter, and a charred and tattered wound appeared under the left eye of the giant beast, revealing the white bones and brown flesh that had been oozing inside, the effect of two shells exploding in the same place in a row.

It's hurting!

Although the injury was insignificant to the beast, it gave the two Mrak great confidence, and after a series of heavy blows, the monster had fallen from the altar of invincibility, so as long as the tactics were right, and their physical strength allowed, they also had hope of victory.

There was a sudden roar of rage behind him, accompanied by the muffled sound of a heavy fist hitting his chest, and a dozen ogres who were fighting with the spearmen saw the two retreating and abandoned their opponents, brandishing huge weapons and rushing straight around.

However, they had just run out for more than ten steps, when a continuous burst of gunfire suddenly sounded behind them, and the bloodied spear captain immediately made the most correct decision - to reload and shoot after the pressure suddenly disappeared.

Countless tiny iron balls formed a dense web of death, and the impact force that was enough to tear through the strong skin of the brute cow roared and crashed into the ogre's body, the heavy iron armor could only cover their upper body, and the flesh and skin that was not protected by heavy armor instantly turned into a hornet's nest.

"Roar!"

Suddenly suffering such a fierce blow, more than a dozen ogres let out an earth-shattering roar at the same time, and then raised their weapons again and rushed towards the spearmen, but under the command of the captain, the infantry had already prepared, half of them raised their bayonets in their hands and rushed desperately towards the enemy, and the other half quickly retreated and began to reload the second wave of ammunition.

The pressure on the Sacrifice Knights' Lucky Spearmen has diminished, and they can finally perform the tactics that best use their lethality.

The rage and sharp spikes collided violently in the air, and the explosive power contained in the strong muscles of the ogre made the body of the spear made of iron heart wood and the arms holding the gun burst instantly, and the majestic blood mist broke through the barrier of the skin pores and deliberately floated in the air, and the sharp iron thorns that followed directly crushed the skull and sputtered a piece of yellow and white body fluid.

A warrior fell to the sky with both hands still holding a gun to fight, but the two bayonets immediately crossed his body and stabbed fiercely into the ogre's chest, and the hand immediately drew his knife and retreated without hesitation, and the blood groove carved on the prism tore two penetrating wounds that could not be healed on the ogre's chest, and bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

At the same time, the spearmen in the rear team urgently completed the second wave of reloading, and the smoke filled the air, and the two ogres finally fell backwards after half their heads were shattered by the whistling iron balls.

The vibration of the ground entered an extreme frequency, and as the black shadow like the mountain peak got closer and closer, the warriors were horrified to find that they had become like sesame seeds on the sieve tray, and with each landing of the huge soles of their feet, their bodies shook involuntarily, not to mention holding a gun, even standing required all their strength.

"Boom!"

A huge gray claw suddenly landed on the sand dozens of meters in front of them, and the dust wave pulled the flying sand particles out of a sharp feeling, hitting the bare skin of the fighters with a pain like being bitten by a poisonous insect.

"General!" "Captain!"

After struggling to stand still, the infantry looked in horror at the place where the beast roared, and along with the dust wave disappeared the figures of Mlak and Tariq, but a roar suddenly exploded in the dust, and then a tall black shadow flew out of the raging yellow sand.

"Catch, go!" was Mrak's voice, and the one he threw out was naturally Tariq.

At the last moment of the attack, the two of them split up to dodge, the former was able to dodge the cold claw wind with his swift speed, but Tariq was not so lucky, the early serious injuries seriously slowed down his physical function, plus he was not known for his speed, and when he rolled, he was hit by the claws of the ghost beast on the back of the buttocks, followed by a sound of 'bang' paper cracking.

When Mrakfu rushed into the feet of the ghost beast to rescue Tariq, a terrible wound that could be seen from the back of his hip to his calf had appeared on Tariq.

The knotted muscles rolled outward weakly, revealing large swaths of white bones inside, gurgling blood as if tired of this broken body, scrambling along the collapsed flesh embankment on both sides, and Tariq himself had his eyes wide open and his copper teeth were crushed, but he was taking in less air and outliing.

Unless Grand Priest Moran is present for such an injury, Emrak's healing magic is a drop in the bucket, not to mention that he has no magic power now, so he can only throw Tariq to the warrior behind him in desperation, Ivo should still be able to support him, but he can't retreat.

"Let's go!" Seeing that the warriors were still stunned, Mrakfu roared again, then turned around and rushed towards the ghost beast with his sword, and after his roar, the spearman captain finally reacted, and several people trembled and carried Tariq and rushed desperately towards the city.

A green figure jumped directly from the ten-meter-high city wall, and what happened here certainly couldn't escape Ivo's eyes, and he fired his bow and arrow in mid-air, and the cold light instantly shot through the eyes of the ogre who was chasing Tariq, and then he didn't even look at the ogre that was still roaring and rolling, and rushed towards Tariq like a sharp arrow.

"The water spirits that float in the void, listen to my guidance, and show the tenacity of life. "Life returned. As he ran, Ivo began to chant a spell in his mouth.

Unlike Mrak and others, the elves are born with a very high affinity for natural magic, although it is not as good as the priest's holy light technique in this part of recovery, but the effect is undoubtedly much stronger than ordinary healing, when the spearmen just carried Tariq to Ivo, the magic light in his hand also completely enveloped the injured.

A blue light quickly poured into Tariq's wound, as if the rolled flesh and skin of a long drought seemed to come back to life, desperately sucking in the light of repair, but strangely affected by the return of life, a faint layer of earthy yellow light also lit up from Tariq's bones, repairing the terrifying wound with external magic.

It was the undepleted magical energy that Tariq had left in his body after receiving Lear's reincarnation, but he didn't want to save his life again at such a time.

"Whew!"

In the distance, there was a sudden roar of anger from the ghost beast, and I saw that its only remaining giant claw kept slapping the ground around its body, and soon set off a small sandstorm, in the rolling yellow sand, a black spot that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye was desperately dodging around, and from time to time a flash of fire flashed, but it was soon buried by the raging yellow sand.

Tariq opened his eyes.

"Can you still fight?" Ivo asked, staring at him.

"There are no weapons. Beads of sweat ran down Tariq's pale cheeks, but he only clenched his fists.

"Follow me. ”

The wood elf rushed forward like a ray of light, the shadow of a white arrow flashed in his hand, and two hundred meters away, an ogre clutched his throat and fell, and at his feet, a huge ballista, two meters long, reflected a cold glow in the hot sun.

The artillery on the walls roared neatly again, following Mrak's order to attack indiscriminately, and Jeremy, though his eyes were bloodshot and ready to explode, ordered the gunners to light the arquebuses again and again.

Beneath the dunes, in front of the ballista, Tariq wrapped his arms tightly around the massive bolt, and behind him, Ivo single-handedly pulled the tendons as thick as a child's arm into a string, the tip of which was facing the direction of the ghostly beast.

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