The Crusaders formed a phalanx of 5,000 men, separated by 500 meters between the left and right sides of the sharpshooter phalanx and the priesthood in the rear, and when the phalanx of halberdiers at the forefront and the barbarian army of big-eared monsters began to fight brutally, the phalanx on the left where Sosa was located also collided with the roaring ogre legion.

After a few years of absence, Sosa was no longer the little swordsman who was kidnapped by Lear at the beginning, and a pure white fighting aura extended dozens of centimeters from her blade, making her long sword seem to have turned into a huge Mo knife.

In the face of the ogre's mace that smashed her head, she just turned sideways slightly, and the long sword in her hand slashed into the ogre's ribs at an extremely tricky angle, and the blood fell miserably and howled, and the ogre was actually cut off along with its entire arm.

Sosa didn't stop at the blow, raised her foot and stepped lightly on the ogre's knee that was slightly bent due to pain, and a crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and then the blade of the sword lightly swiped the ogre's neck, and a big head rolled to the ground, and then she flipped over in the air, and the long sword changed to a downward split, and the other ogre who was facing her was cut off half of his head before he could raise his shield to block it.

After killing ten people in a row, Sosa was covered in blood, but his eyes were not tired, and what was even more terrifying was that the pure white fighting spirit was faintly showing a brilliant color like gold, just looking at the depth of the color, it was not far from the tenth-level holy swordsman.

Under Sosa's leadership, the 5,000 crusaders did not say that they were in the flock, but they had a great advantage as soon as they engaged, leaving hundreds of mutilated ogre corpses on the ground in just a few minutes, and the price paid by the crusaders was more than a hundred.

However, in the fierce battle on the other side, the Erathians were not so lucky, although they encountered a weaker werewolf striker, but the barbarian who was the leader of the explosion of bravery was even better than Sosa, and the werewolves who had always played the role of cannon fodder were actually transformed, even if the blade pierced the chest, they would smash the chain hammer in their hands on the enemy's head.

With the advantage of absolute equipment training and even rank, the Erathians were even tied with those werewolves in terms of casualty rate, and this situation quickly attracted the attention of the orc legions in the rear of the barbarian army, dozens of large ballistas began to shoot mercilessly at this area, and thousands of short axes with cold light and flashes also fell into the crowded crusader formation.

By the time the priestly regiment in the rear of the Erathian army had finally arrived to complete the long-range suppression of the barbarians, the Crusaders on the right had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

"That's Haag?"

On the makeshift platform in the barbarian camp, Tanan also noticed the battle on the left front, and could not see the captain's appearance clearly from a distance, but the huge axe that was unstoppable in the bloody rain everywhere in the crowd was the most obvious guidance.

Under the leadership of that barbarian, the werewolves who used to be like walking corpses unexpectedly burst out with unprecedented combat strength and courage at this time, and with five thousand to five thousand, the most elite crusaders of the Erathians who were fighting at an absolute equipment level disadvantage were defeated one after another.

"Yes, sir. ”

Gnison has also been watching the battlefield in that place, but the light in his eyes is not happy or gratifying, it is true that Haag has today's status because of his strong recommendation, but with the conflict of ideas between the two, they have been drifting apart for a few days, especially since the last hunt, he has not been to Haag's barracks for a long time.

But Haag is still his brother anyway, and this is for the glorious cause of Lord Tanan, and maybe he should talk to him after this battle.

Gnison thought so, but Tanan's eyes were quickly drawn to another battlefield, the empty sky suddenly occupied by a dense black shadow, and as the dark cloud moved rapidly, the orc legion under the protection of the big-eared monsters and ogres also suffered the fiercest attack since the beginning of the war.

The Royal Griffriff of Erathia.

With both the Big-Eared Legion and the Ogre Legion entangled in the Elasians' army, the Orcs no longer had an array to defend them, and while they were just as strong in hand-to-hand combat, they were still inadequately in the face of attacks from the air.

One by one, the orc warriors were pierced through the shoulder bones by their sharp claws, dragged into the air, and then thrown into the crowd like stones from dozens of meters of the sky, killing and injuring more of their companions as they fell to the ground.

A few legions of orcs had cost hundreds of warriors, but their counterattack had left only a few dozen griffon corpses on the ground.

"Shiva!"

Faced with this situation, Tanan immediately named the name of the beast tamer general who controlled all the flying arms of the barbarian legion, originally the Thunderbird Legion was going to wait for the Holy Archangel of the Erathians to attack before attacking them with the ghost beasts, after all, the fact that the giant beasts can't fly is a hard injury that cannot be ignored when facing the Holy Archangels, but now in this situation, if he hesitates, then these three thousand and a half orc warriors will collapse directly under the claws of the griffin.

With the rise of a large number of black shadows behind the barbarian camp, a fierce battle began in the sky as well as on the ground, whether in terms of size or lethality, the Thunderbirds are undoubtedly more than one level stronger than the royal griffins, especially their talent for summoning thunder and lightning has caused huge casualties to the griffin legion, but with the advantage of numbers, the group of griffins screaming in the sky still has room to fight back.

Although the blood, feathers, and even corpses never stop falling, it is not possible to decide the winner in a short period of time.

The entire battlefield has become a huge meat grinder, and several infantry formations of the enemy and us begin to chisel each other frantically at the first moment of contact, but as in several battles in the past, neither side can achieve a decisive advantage, and the lives are mercilessly harvested and the blood gradually merges into streams under the feet, making the originally dry grass unexpectedly appear as muddy as a swamp.

In such a big battle, unless the combat power of the legendary level is reached, no matter how strong the individual martial arts are, they can only affect the local area to which they belong and cannot cover the entire battlefield.

Although Hag was fierce and the werewolves sacrificed their lives, after all, they still suffered a hard loss in equipment and rank, and the defeated Crusaders with the support of the priesthood quickly stabilized their position, and when they came back, he also felt a heavy pressure on the front line.

The war has progressed to such an extent that according to the past practice, both sides should withdraw their troops, and if the war continues, it will be in vain, and the lives and physical strength of the soldiers will be consumed, and no progress can be made.

For a long time, it seems that there was a tacit understanding that whenever the opposing sides felt the pressure on their military supplies, a grand battle would take place on the grasslands, and then after each of them had left thousands of corpses behind, they would inexplicably withdraw their troops back to camp, after which the living would be able to feast on their feasts and wait for the next fierce battle, and the dead would become fertilizer on the grasslands to nourish the vegetation and plants or be digested by saprophagous such as hyenas and vultures.

However, this time, neither the Erathians nor the barbarians had the slightest intention of retreating, and the illuminated light balls in the sky fell one and immediately rose two, and the priests used all their magic power to maintain the light of the entire battlefield, while on the side of the barbarians were frantically chiseling and chiseling, as if to vent all the hatred accumulated over the months on the enemy, and the light of reason in the eyes of the soldiers on both sides of the war gradually extinguished, replaced by the primitive bestiality of chilling bloodthirsty killing.

On the high ground on the west side of the battlefield, nearly a thousand paladins looked indifferently at the battlefield below the mountain, at the forefront of them was a beautiful female knight who was heroic but only wrapped a few important parts with light armor, but the thousands of people behind her looked at her through the fluttering cloaks, but there was only a thick awe in their eyes and no half of lewdness, at this time she focused her eyes on the bottom of the mountain like everyone else, but unlike the others, the focus of her eyes fell on the werewolf infantry on the right flank of the barbarian.

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