A huge fireball appeared in the sky, as large as a small sun that had swelled to the limit, and the white flames rolled and licked on the surface of the sphere and then drilled in and out like a snake, just by looking at it, you could feel what terrible destruction it contained.

"Impossible!"

Standing in front of the moat, the witch Tiva's eyes widened in horror, she had come to dispel the negative magic on the bull at Algin's request, but she watched as a white fireball the size of a watermelon broke away from the palm of the enemy mage and then swelled violently in the process of liftoff, and it was only a blink of an eye, and the low-level fireball that most often appeared in the hands of magic apprentices turned into a behemoth that could not be contained by both eyes now.

Spinnering, falling, bursting, huge fireballs exploded like watermelons in the herd without a sound, and white flames swept through everything around them without a sound.

The brute bull's steel-hard leather armor was thick with grease, but now it was the best accelerant, the blood-red eyeballs that could make the dragon's heart burst open in the heat, the sharp horns melted and bent in the flames, and the four hooves as hard as iron shook in the flames, but soon even the white bones inside turned a charcoal-like crimson.

An eerie smell of burnt meat and the smell of barbecue began to permeate the wasteland, as if the meat had been grilled with the wrong seasoning, sprinkled with a bag of salt on the cooked meat and burned along with the wooden rack.

At least thirty brute bulls disappeared silently in such flames, and after a brief moment of confusion, the beast's natural fear of fire instantly overshadowed the beast trainer's sense of command.

The herd began to run wildly, some to the depths of the wasteland, some to Lear, and some to the beast tamers at the city gate, with a roar of fear from the depths of the beast's soul at a faster speed than when they came.

"Stop them !!"

Altyn was stunned, and he blew the horn in his hand desperately, and his low voice made even the clouds on the wasteland freeze, but the brutes who had obeyed him in the past now ignored his commands as if they were crazy, and the sharp horns tore the wind above his head apart, and rushed back towards the city gate with a gesture of fear and despair.

"Kill them. ”

With a flick of his arm, a heavy swamp reappeared at the feet of the beasts, and then a flash of light flashed behind him, and Guina, dressed in silver armor, struck like a whirlwind into the midst of the struggling bulls.

The sharp blade stabbed in from the jaw and then from the top of the head, the entanglement of iron and flesh from the blade to the gauntlet and then to the arm, Guina shook her wrist and turned around with a beautiful flip, and a huge bull's head fell to the ground with flying blood.

She landed on the back of a brute bull, and with both hands the sword stabbed into the back of the enemy's neck without hesitation, and then flipped to the ground again, with the sound of the tendons in her spine breaking under the friction of the blade.

She danced like a silver elf in the most graceful dance among the most terrifying swamp beasts, every sword was just right, never more than a point of strength, never less than a point, and finally with an ice archery technique pierced the skull of the desperate bull behind her, the shining silver armor was not even stained with a drop of blood.

It was only then that Lear realized that Guina had grown to this height unconsciously, which reminded him of the embarrassment of being surrounded and killed by a pack of wild wolves in the Soros Desert three years ago, before he became a magic apprentice, and when she had not yet awakened her fighting spirit, he felt a rare trace of the warmth of time.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar sent the clouds above Nireel fleeing in all directions, as a huge black shadow suddenly flew out of the city walls, shattering the collapsed walls, smashing the heavy drawbridges, and then smashing a huge wave in the moat.

The spilled blood quickly soaked that piece into a pool of dark red blood, and there were only three of the six huge heads left, and the scarlet blood with a little dark green kept flowing on the ground from those few fractures, and the weeds on the ground quickly withered and rotted as if they had gone through several springs and autumns, and the other three heads that could still be seen in shape were also miserable at this time.

The Swamp People's guardian beast, the Ultimate Hydra, was now shaking like a dying leech, its huge body covered in terrifying lacerations that even the most powerful Holy Light Technique could not heal.

And the initiator who hurt it so far, the tallest crystal dragon, was now like a huge mountain above Brunfield's head, and the terrifying dragon power that was enough to make the heart of the two-legged wyvern burst was now completely concentrated on him, and the invisible quality weighed down like a mountain of shapes, and his left hand holding the golden bow was trembling constantly.

Behind her were five ultimate hydras that had been completely torn to the point where they could not be seen, large pieces of flesh and skull stumps scattered everywhere like corpses that had been eaten by vultures.

Melos slumped over a broken wall and roared, a basin-sized piercing hole in her right leg, two golden arrows still dangling and trembling with her roar.

Even in the Negan Mountains when faced with the Hydra and Beamon Behemoths, which could haunt at any time, Brunfield never felt so frightened that he couldn't move, but he knew in his heart what it meant.

Irresistible death invaded his body little by little like an ice pick, through the armor, through the skin, through the pores and flesh to the heart, for people like them, death was not terrible, and when the two armies clashed and fought bravely, no one could guarantee that the person who turned into a cold corpse in the next moment would not be himself.

What is really terrible is that when the shroud of death is known, but we don't know when it will come, every heartbeat, every pulse, every trace of thought seems to be the final farewell to this world, and the loneliness and despair that are so deep that they are truly unbearable.

But he didn't want to die yet.

"Ah!!h

A beastly roar of despair erupted from Brunfield's mouth, and cold sweat fell like rain as his Adam's apple vibrated as it seemed to have exhausted all the potential of his life, and his stiff and paralyzed body was finally able to move.

He clenched the bow in his hand and pulled out the arrow on his back, as long as an arrow hits the heart, no, don't shoot the heart, it doesn't matter where it hits, such a close distance must be able to hit this monster hard, wasn't the crystal dragon just now also shot and injured by himself? Then there was a chance to escape.

Yes, you don't have to die!

At this moment, a thousand thoughts passed through Brunfield's mind, even among the lizardmen, he was an extremely intelligent existence, but he had never felt so awake in his life until now.

He raised his bow and pulled the strings, and it was a long time, but the werewolf warriors on the walls hadn't blinked a third of their eyes.

Then, there is no then.

"Boom!"

Not only the city walls, but also the street where Brufeld stood were shattered, and a terrifying crack as wide as one meter long and nearly 100 meters long suddenly appeared on the street, and the houses on both sides let out a "crunch" wail as if they had been hit by an earthquake, and then collapsed and crushed into ruins in the dust and waves.

Behind Kunsha, the already crumbling part of the city wall had now completely turned into a mountain of boulders and rotten wood, and Kunsha didn't even look at the swamp people who were buried or still wailing in pain with half of their bodies exposed.

Brunfield had completely disappeared, and the golden bow was lying quietly in a corner of the ruins, a blue severed palm hanging lonely at the front of the bow, and the clenched five fingers still seemed to tell the despair and unwillingness of the original owner.

It's just that after the original owner removed Kunsha's dragon tail, there was only a puddle of indisputable blood at the beginning of the ground rift.

Gurgling blood flowed down the street into the terrible ravine in the middle, to the palace.

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