The slaughter, when the vanguard of the Dawn Army and the lost soldiers of Mackenser collided, what was presented was a one-sided slaughter.

Because the commander was too busy resisting the attacks of the Legion's magic, and the lost soldiers who did not have time to command the army, they could only rely on their instincts to attack the nearest enemy.

And such an attack, in the eyes of the Dawn Legionnaires, who are reasonably configured and cooperate perfectly with each other, is not even a child's fight.

Therefore, with the tacit cooperation of everyone, one person attracts the attack of the zombie soldiers, and the other person uses the skills of high attack power to quickly solve the enemy in front of him.

Soon, where the two legions first touched, there was a large depression like butter touched by a red-hot iron block.

Of course, at this time, which aspect of the melted butter is no longer necessary to explain, does it?

And in the rear of the Dawn Legion, a huge individual legion-level magic, still like a meteorite, dragged its long tail and smashed into the rear of the enemy.

Large blank spaces soon appeared in the rear of Mackenser's army.

Although all the enemies only had one legion in front of them, the Mackenser legion, which was currently struggling to support, was as if it was being flanked by the enemy, and the entire team, from both ends to the middle, was rapidly shrinking.

In fact, the combat effectiveness of Mackenser's army is far more than that.

However, under the sudden blow, the entire Mackenser regiment fell into chaos.

Especially when most of the soldiers in the entire army are zombie soldiers who can't think and can only fight through instinct when they don't receive orders, such a chaotic result is magnified countless times.

Those who can serve as commanders in Mackenser's army, and who are not directly transformed into zombies by the shadows, have good combat effectiveness.

Even before they took refuge in the shadows, they were just officers with ordinary strength and were only proficient in combat command, but after dedicating their so-called loyalty to the shadows, under the strengthening of the shadow power, their combat effectiveness has also increased rapidly.

This can be seen from the fact that they are still able to resist under the constant bombardment of the Legion's magic.

These commanders have now become the rear of the entire team, the force that holds out to the end. In these commanders, who were tasked with command, the shadows poured more power.

The ordinary magicians under those shadows had all turned into flying ashes in the sky at this time, and under the magic bombardment, there was not even a trace of existence.

And those commanders, relying on the black mist that kept coming out of their bodies, were still holding on.

However, their persistence can only end here.

When one round of Legion magic was over and the next round of Legion magic was still being prepared, when the commanders thought they could take a short break, several feathered arrows glowing with colorless light flew from a very strange angle.

The target of the feather arrows is the commanders who have just slackened.

This time, the black mist within the body, which was given by the shadows, was not able to protect them.

The black mist that had protected them from the enemy's attack before dissipated as quickly as the morning mist shining under the sun.

And when the black mist dissipated, the feather arrows, which still carried a terrifying momentum, shot fiercely into their throats.

At this moment, I believe that there must be commanders who regret why their bodies are not the same as those zombie soldiers.

At least, unconscious, they are not fatal in the face of such an attack.

Of course, this can only be their luxury, and when they give up their resistance to the shadows in order to be able to retain their consciousness, such an end is already doomed.

As the world in front of you fades into darkness. The lives of these commanders, who were once triumphant and thought that they must be under the protection of the shadows, attacked the lives of the entire world, came to an end.

With their deaths, the war has been left without any suspense.

The zombies, who have completely lost their commanders, have lost the last bit of discipline.

At this time, they have become creatures that completely follow the bloodthirsty instinct in their bodies, and they exert their bloodthirsty desires to the maximum, and frantically pounce on those lives that exude the smell of blood in front of them.

It's just that this madness has brought them a more rapid demise.

These already crazy zombies are easier to defeat in the eyes of the Dawn Legionnaires.

When several zombies collided with each other in order to compete for the same target and fell to the ground in embarrassment, even Livia, who was watching the battle from behind, showed an expression that could not bear to look directly.

Then, Livia gave a new order, and now, it was time for all the warriors to see blood.

At this time, the mages who had originally launched the powerful legion attack in the rear, as well as the warriors who were responsible for the defensive mission, had also changed their mission objectives.

The soldiers who had originally gathered together according to their professions scattered into battle squads one after another and began to join the frontal battle.

At this time, the clan's skills are no longer useful, and what appears in front of everyone is a chaotic battle.

The two armies have been completely mixed up, and if they use the Legion magic at this time, then their attacks are likely to fall on their own heads.

And on the edge of the battlefield, several Dawn Fang rangers, who had taken out the commander of the Mackenser Legion with their own sneak attacks, glanced at each other, quickly broke away from the battle, moved away from here, and began to advance towards another place.

At this time, their mood was anxious, their comrades-in-arms had already set off, and they had already fallen behind in the departure time because they were undertaking the task of sneak attack on the commander.

When the time comes, if they are all preempted, I don't know what kind of ridicule I will receive.

In this battle, Jack's Dawn Fang also joined the battle. However, such a task of sniping the commander is, in their eyes, nothing more than a small task.

And the main tasks they have to undertake are much faster than that.

In order to allow the Fangs of Dawn to give full play to their long-range sneak attacks and stealth combat power, their combat methods have almost been transformed into divine arts.

The magic technique mixed with Li Mo's divine power is unexpectedly easy to use in the face of shadow power.

The black mist that the shadows bestowed on their own believers, the source of the power of the powerful shadow believers, had almost no resistance in the face of such an attack.