The afterglow of the setting sun painted the desert red, and the scorching heat slowly dissipated, replaced by a slowly opening dark canopy and a cold wind rising from the ground, which enveloped the entire desert, making the world that had been swallowed by a little darkness look more tragic and desolate.

This is the usual scene of the Soros Desert, day and night, year after year, without any change, not bustling with passing travelers, nor sad by buried corpses.

It is there, like a girl with open arms and like a fierce beast with a huge mouth open, quietly waiting to give or plunder, the so-called will of the world is like this, it does not change anything because of the brilliance or death of the living beings, but for the group of people fleeing in the darkness, the will of the world does not matter at all, they must first live according to the will of life.

At the head was a female warlock in a red robe, her features hidden by the dim light, and only occasionally showed a vague outline, but the dress already revealed her identity - the red-robed warlock.

In the entire territory of the great magical empire Bracada, the red-robed warlocks can be said to be the spokesmen of the gods, they live in seclusion and mystery, but at the same time they have the power to destroy a town, but this kind of existence that should be enshrined wherever they go, is now running for their lives like a lost wild dog.

Behind her are hundreds of iron men and gargoyles, these alchemy products are ignorant and unconscious, fearless, cold metal skin can reflect a little cold light even in such a night, half of the gargoyles' three-meter-high body has already melted into the darkness, as long as the night is deeper, they can completely merge with the night, whether it is an assassination or a sneak attack, the sharp claws will make the enemies they target feel what death is.

No matter where it is placed, such a team can be regarded as extremely powerful, plus a red-robed warlock can be bulldozed at will even if it is a town of a thousand people, but at this moment, all the human monsters are running for their lives, as if there is a demon rising from hell behind them.

The speed of the iron men became slower and slower, and the blue magical aura kept leaking out of the cracks on their bodies, and the heads, chests, backs, and thighs were terrifying cracks when they got closer.

And not only an iron man, from one to a hundred, almost every iron man's body is covered with this kind of scars that have been chopped by random blades, from the left shoulder to the buttocks, or from the top of the head to the abdomen, if such injuries are placed on an ordinary person, I don't know how many times he has died, even if the zombies summoned by the spirit gathering technique will become a pile of rotten flesh and bones, that is, these iron lumps that don't know what pain and fear are can hold on to until now with the alchemy circle carved in their bodies.

But this is already the limit, the massive loss of reserve mana gradually dimmed the light in the eyes of the iron people, and then in the process of chaotic escape, one by one slowed down until it stopped, and finally turned into a group of black sculptures in the vast sea of sand.

The gargoyles are in a slightly better state, but not much better, although they are also ignorant and unconscious, but before they are given action by magic, they are just a cold stone, and in terms of defense, they are not even half of the iron men, and it is only because of their speed and flying class that they have the advantage of such an escape.

There were no terrible injuries on these gargoyles, just because the injured ones had already been torn into rags in the chase just now, but every four gargoyles had a giant hanging from under their claws, and there was also a Naga snake demon on the back of the list.

An ordinary giant can reach eight meters tall, and his weight is calculated in tons, even a snake demon has at least two or three hundred kilograms, dragging such a heavy burden to fly, you can imagine how difficult these gargoyles are, and at the back of the team, under the claws of more than a dozen gargoyles is actually hanging a giant full of gold armor - Titan.

Bracada's most powerful creature, the darling of the god of thunder Kronos (the god of the Titans), was now dying with his eyes closed, and the red blood was spilled all the way, and the sand along the way was stimulated by this noble blood to show a vigorous and upward vitality, as if some great life was about to be born from it.

"Serena-sama!" a white-robed warlock rode on the gargoyle's back to the leader's side. "We can't go on like this, the giants and the basilisk have seriously slowed down the team, and none of us can escape if we drag it any longer!

As if in response to the urgency of the white-robed warlock, several loud roars suddenly came from the darkness behind them, which was beyond the reach of their vision, and the thick smell of blood contained in them made people shudder with nausea even after a few kilometers.

Serena's eyes were closed tightly when she heard this, and her face was full of pain, and the large clouds of blood and sludge completely destroyed her beautiful face, and she was no longer noble and elegant as before, but now she could not care about that.

As long as she thinks about what happened in the past month, she feels like she has been captured by an endless nightmare, and that battle, every minute and every second of this month, makes her feel a torment and unreality of living in hell.

A month ago, she was a red-robed sorcerer revered by everyone, entrusted by Her Majesty Auros to lead a powerful Bracada army to sweep away all enemies who were disrespectful to the two wizard kings.

The envy of her colleagues, the admiration of the soldiers, the trust of His Majesty and the glory of revenge all combined to give her a sense of mission of "who said that women are inferior to men, and it is at this time to make contributions".

However, when her army drove out of the fortress of Wallpeak, received the last supplies in the territory of the Duke of Winston, and led the private army of 2,000 orcs and 1,000 ogres given by the Duke to the border of Krurod and Erathia, the mountain beam became her eternal nightmare.

It was a blue sky without a trace of clouds in the afternoon, the sun was mild and the wind was slightly sweet, everything was so harmonious.

Although she was a first-time leader, Serena showed all the qualities of a good commander, and she had been strictly restraining her army along the way, and had several rules, even how to eat, eat, sleep, and go to the toilet, and because of her status as a red-robed warlock, these rules were firmly enforced, and even the savage orcs and ogres were impressed by her beauty and intelligence.

So when she led her army to the Bodimian Mountains, she was presented with a well-trained expeditionary army with high morale.

But what she didn't expect was that beneath the Bodimian Mountains, on the vast plains, an army of raging chaos and the art of war was already waiting there, and the whole line of horses and chariots seemed to be waiting for her arrival for a final decisive battle.

Barbarian!

There was no conspiracy or ambush, and the barbarians were presented to her like a plate of sand that would sting her eyes at a glance, and the endless plains made all intrigue and ambush unrecognizable.

The barbarians' intentions are extremely obvious, that is, to have an open and honest decisive battle, only one thing that makes Serena puzzled, that is, the intelligence on the front line clearly says that the leader of the barbarians and the king of Erathia are fighting a decisive battle on the Brakaton Plain, so where did these more than 10,000 troops come from?

But it doesn't matter, as a commander with a blood feud with the barbarians, if she doesn't dare to fight an open decisive battle when her own forces are three times that of the enemy, she will simply kill herself in front of the battle.

Before the war began, Serena blessed all her troops with Holy Spirit and Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy, which was her patent as a red-robed warlock, and how could the hairy and blood-drinking barbarians understand the beauty of magic and the art of war.

You must know that it is an army of 30,000 people, including the god monster lord Naga Basilisk and the Titan Giant, although these two large blessing magic alone consume more than two-thirds of her and the mage group's magic power, but in the final battle that follows, those stupid barbarians will appreciate how brave the warriors of Bracada will be after the weapons are blessed to the sharpest and the life potential is maximized.

The elf's hammer will smash the heads of the big-eared monsters like watermelons, the hungry wolf knights will be worse than rags under the claws of gargoyles, and the iron men, mages, gods, basiliss, and titans will make the barbarians die in the flow of.

Then go to hell and repent.

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