The sharp spurs on the steel boots under his feet kicked hard into the soft belly of the Hell War Horse under his crotch, and even the half-undead creature of the Hell War Horse was not so sensitive to pain, and it was still stimulated by the severe pain, increasing its speed to the limit it could reach.

With the momentum brought by the rapid charge of the war horse under the crotch, the five dark knights raised the cavalry spear more than four meters long with one hand, and the tip of the sharp cavalry spear shone with a black dazzling fighting spirit, which was a phenomenon that these dark knights urged the fighting qi in their bodies to the extreme.

This kind of all-out performance, mainly the two-headed ogre overseers in front of them, seemed too powerful and terrifying, even on their legendary-level commander who had been killed by the black dragon in the process of exploring the path before, he couldn't feel such an amazing pressure.

Even, now that the five dark knights are rushing towards the two-headed ogre in front of them at the same time, whether they can beat the opponent or not, in their own hearts, they have no confidence at all......

"Grandson, it's good to come!" In the face of the wild charge of the five dark knights, the flint let out a roar full of excitement, picked up a huge three thousand to kill you, and directly greeted it.

At the moment when the sharp riding spear was about to be in front of the body, the flint wielded the mace and swept it, and the five shots with all the fighting spirit of the Dark Knight and all the hope of the riding spear were helplessly pulled aside, and then the flint with a cruel smile on his face slammed into one shoulder.

Following the little dwarf Modo, the orcs who have been around for a long time, after seeing this scene, immediately let out a coaxing-like boo in their mouths: Flint is this stinky and shameless one, this is not the signature move of Lord Modo, stick to the mountain!

The sturdy two-headed ogre, now counting the overall weight of the armor and weapons, is completely heavier than the two dark knights, even the man and the horse, and the hell horse that he hit immediately flew backwards in an exaggerated shape, and you can clearly see that the part of the hell war horse that was hit fell into a big pit.

The flint was also driven backwards by the force of the impact, but that was it.

After shaking his body and eliminating all the momentum brought by the Dark Knight, the mace in Flint's hand smashed out quickly, hitting the head of the Dark Knight who was still flying back in the air.

In the splash of flesh and blood, the two heads of the flint creature actually let out a roar of extreme pleasure, and the mace in his hand with an afterimage smashed one dark knight after another, and even the left hand of the flint with a magic wand was not idle at all.

The weapon on the left hand of the flint is not so much a magic wand as a Zen staff, this three-meter-long, huge head, all-steel magic wand, when the little dwarf Modo saw it for the first time, he thought it was the guy in the hands of Elder Tang in Journey to the West watching TV in his previous life.

This strange magic wand, I'm afraid it will be a little heavier than the riding spear in the hands of the Dark Knight, and when it hits the rising ogre, there is still a memory of what magic is cast;

In front of these thirteen ogres, these dark knights with the names of elite demons are really not much different from those cannon fodder demons just now......

Thirty paces away from the parallel position beside the flint, a Slavic chieftain stood at this position, this legendary chieftain was also facing the cavalry spears of several Dark Knights charging.

Compared to the ogre, the chief who looks extremely petite, but he does not dare to make a savage fight like a flint, unreasonable, and one shoulder crash, but since he has the confidence to block the front of the dark knight in the charge, the chief naturally has enough confidence.

With his backhand, he grabbed the collar of the bearskin coat on his body, and with a forceful pull, the thick bearskin coat was torn off, revealing his naked upper body that could make countless human noblewomen scream;

The scars were large and small, the largest being a longitudinal wound from the chest to the navel, and from this horrible scar that almost tore the chief's entire stomach open, one can imagine what a thrilling battle he was in, and how lucky he was to survive.

In addition, the few places on the chief's body that were not scarred were all covered with various tattoos, all the way to his neck, which made people look like seeing a lone wolf on the ice field of Celeria, full of indescribable wildness.

Without making any sound, the chief stared at a pair of eyes that gradually turned red, lowered his head and narrowly let go of the stabbing spear, and then took the axe in his hand, and directly cut off the head of a hell warhorse.

The hot blood immediately drenched his whole body, as if he had just been fished out of the bloody water, and the Slavic chieftain was even more in a state of flux by the blood of the horse, and the double-edged axe in his hand opened and closed widely, and each axe would bring a rain of blood.

Because of the urge to enter the frenzy, this legendary berserker, although the efficiency of killing and poking is slightly inferior to that of ogres such as Flint and so on, but it is not worthy of the terrifying name of the Slavic battlefield meat grinder......

Thirty paces after the Slavic chieftain passed, two dwarven warriors from the underground joined forces to guard here, neither of them had the strength of a legendary powerhouse, but they were all twenty-one levels, coupled with the incomparable tacit cooperation, they were not inferior to ordinary legends at all.

These two warriors are twin brothers, who used to live in the underworld under the hands of one of the three major powers, the Giants, but since surrendering to the United Resistance, they have been performing very well, so they were lucky to be chosen for this rare opportunity.

They couldn't describe how they lived like a human being after they took refuge in the little dwarf Modo, and they couldn't describe the throbbing of their souls after stepping foot on the surface world for the first time and seeing a bright moon in the sky.

In the end, everything turned into the motivation to fight desperately for the little dwarf Lord Modo, although they were not tall, but a large number of hell war horses, after they broke their front legs, they were helplessly overturned, and then fell dizzy, the dark knight ushered in a huge steel hammer on his head......

Such a scene is staged everywhere on this small battlefield, and the musketeers on the city wall, who have long been prepared for hard fighting, are a little helpless to find that these elite demons charged, and then after the masters of Lord Modo from all over the world shot, they were much easier than the last time they faced those cannon fodder demons.

Often, a lucky elite demon broke through the blockade of these killing machines, and just came within a hundred paces of the city walls, and was immediately set on fire by hundreds of enthusiastic musketeers, and the result was miserable.

As for the vampires who turned into bats and flew over, they were huge coffee tables filled with hundreds of cups......