Ten minutes later, calm was restored to the battlefield around the space-time rift, and the first retreat of the Burning Legion was officially over.

However, after the outpouring of firepower that can be said to be frenzied, there are really not many elite demons who can successfully escape back to the abyss and hell.

Maybe it's four hundred, or maybe five hundred, but after letting the commander of the Burning Legion on the opposite side put down all his face and gave the humiliating order to retreat, the number of elite demons who can finally forcibly evacuate will never exceed the number of six hundred.

Little dwarf Modo didn't know how the commander of the Burning Legion on the other side should feel when he saw the hundreds of elite demon men who had traded his face for it, but it was certain that it must not be a good feeling.

In the spirit of putting the opponent on the ground and stepping on a few feet by the way, the little dwarf Modo pulled his throat again, and shouted at the empty space-time crack: "Hey~ I said that the legion elder opposite, you can't have this lasting ability! Listening to your voice, I was full of anger, but I didn't expect it to be a strong outsider." ”

In the face of the little dwarf's merciless slap in the face, except for a sentence from the other side, which was full of depression: "You ......", there was no follow-up after that.

After a long time, it is estimated that the commander on the opposite side finally calmed down, and then spoke in a calm voice again: "I admit it, little dwarf Modo, I did underestimate you, even if I thought I had paid enough attention to you before, but it turned out that the attention was completely insufficient. ”

"In addition, you are lucky enough, because of the limitations of this space-time rift, with my strength, I can't pass through it at all, otherwise you and your decent subordinates would not be so arrogant. Speaking of which, the commander of the Burning Legion on the other side added with some indignation.

However, the little dwarf's rhetorical question immediately made him speechless: "Lucky? Isn't this a manifestation of strength, otherwise I'll see if you're lucky." ”

The commander on the opposite side was almost not suffocated by the little dwarf's words; many orcs present had to marvel at the other commander's good personal qualities at this time; because in the face of the little dwarf Modo, who had no friends to chat, he didn't jump up and scold his mother......

Therefore, the commander on the other side was silent again, and it took a little longer to calm down the extremely annoyed mood of being stimulated by the little dwarf, which was quite understandable.

After more than ten minutes of silence, the voice of the commander on the other side sounded again.

"Standing at the current level of you and me, we know that in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are superfluous, so I am not afraid to tell you that I have asked Lord Akmund for help, although this will lower Lord Akmund's evaluation and image of me, but when the support sent by Lord Akmund is in place, it will be the time of your death for the little dwarf Modo. ”

"So little dwarf Modo, enjoy your last few days! rest assured, when you die, I will definitely use the best materials to make you into a powerful black warrior, and you will become the sharpest blade under my command in the future. Later, the other commander's mood gradually became high-pitched.

It seems that under the repeated blows and the little dwarf's verbal stimulation, the commander's resentment towards the little dwarf Modo has been extremely strong in his heart.

If you give an order to retreat your subordinates, it will only be considered an ordinary disgrace in the abyss and hell, then pull down your face and ask Akmund, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion, to throw your face to the ground and let other demonic high-ups of the same level trample on it.

However, for Mo Duo, the sad commander on the other side, he was not ashamed of his hair, and all his thoughts now were almost completely shocked by the meaning behind the words of the commander opposite.

"Isn't this grandson quite capable? But Mao confessed so quickly. The little dwarf Modo thought in his heart with surprise.

On the happy side, it is because it is somewhat happy to win this battle so easily.

But in the heart of the little dwarf, at this time, it was more of a feeling of anger, and there was a big 'Lao Tzu's pants are off, but you show me this', this kind of extremely strong anger.

The little dwarf kept muttering, "It's really special! I don't even have a single one who can fight, so I admit it!"

You know, in order to cope with the long battle in the plan, Master Modo still retained, and a lot of good cards were not played, such as: carpet iron ball bombing, suicide harpy attack, Slavic berserker's double madness, his own several powerful war song blessings, and even a 300-person wild mage, the mage group composed of three hundred people has been forced to not let it move......

None of the moves that pressed the bottom of the box were used, but the commander on the opposite side was a single person's confession, just like a little dwarf like a heavy punch, and as a result, he smashed into the air, and there was a strong uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

As for the commander of the other party, what he said came from Akmund's reinforcements, the little dwarf Modo didn't care at all in his heart; first of all, he admitted that Akmund, a powerful figure, sent reinforcements must be: fairy fart, extraordinary.

However, they also have to be able to get there in time! Now it is only about ten hours before the complete evolution and upgrading of the Tree of Life.

It had taken hours for even the Legion Elder to mobilize his troops on his own territory, so when the reinforcements who didn't know where to start arrived here, Modo believed that the expressions on their faces must have been incomparably wonderful when they saw the rift in time and space that had become even smaller than before.

With this complicated mood in mind, the little dwarf decided to deal with the current matter.

A series of orders were issued from his mouth again, first let the red-haired girl, with the orcs of the personal guard camp, clean up the corpses stacked under the city wall again, no matter whether there is a battle or not, it is absolutely impossible to be ready.

In fact, he let all the musketeers, grenadiers, and artillerymen who had been on the city wall for more than ten hours go down to rest, and let some reserve troops go up to the city wall to change their defenses; anyway, the place where they rested was at the foot of the city wall.

In case something happens, it only takes three minutes for these main forces to re-enter their original positions; although the reserve forces are a little weaker, they can't hold out even three minutes, and the little dwarf Lord Modo would rather find a crooked neck tree and hang himself.