A battle of four thousand people against more than ten people should not normally be called a battle, it should be said to be a massacre. This battle was no exception, it was indeed a massacre, but it was four thousand people who were slaughtered, and they were killed by those ten or so mixed sub-humans and two humans.

Although these 4,000 men were a ragtag force that had been temporarily put together, they were by no means vulnerable to attack, and in fact they were far more effective than the regular troops of Erathia. The cathars of the various branches of the Church of Erathia were trained by retired Templars from Celeste, and many warriors were selected from the Templar selection. Regardless of the defeat, just being eligible to participate in the selection of Celeste is a proof of strength. And there are also a large number of mages and priests, and the strength of the spell controllers honed by the battles with Negan and Tytaria is by no means comparable to the small mages who fight in the adventurous team.

From a certain point of view, apart from the fact that this unit is a little smaller in numbers and isolated a little on the wild heights, the combat effectiveness of this unit is absolutely undoubted. But such an elite was slaughtered to the point that it was powerless to fight back.

The battle was drawing to a close, and more than three hundred of the most elite warriors were guarding the five high-ranking magicians and a dozen priests in the center, looking at the approaching enemy with a desperate and angry fighting spirit.

The three ogres, whose bodies were heavily armored like steel barriers, were panting, and the sound of snorting came from under the blood-dripping all-steel masks, as if they also had a strong smell of blood, and they were already tired of killing.

It was almost three gigantic killing machines, and the mace in their hands, the size of a man, was the cog for grinding meat, and even the shields that kept the heavy cavalry from charging were fragile under such weapons, let alone human bodies. And the heavy armor that is invulnerable makes most of the attacks ineffective, the key is that there is also a magic array tattooed on it, judging from the fact that each ogre has resisted several magic attacks. The magic material embedded in the armor is enough to equip a dozen magicians.

The four werewolves didn't have such exaggerated equipment, so two of them were slightly injured. They don't kill a lot of people, but they are all elites and masters in this unit. Those warriors who could have relied on skill and experience to deal with the ogres who delayed them all died at their hands, these werewolves not only possessed physical talent, but also martial arts that were not weaker than those battle-hardened warriors, and one of them was no longer even a flail, a weapon that was lethal by brute force. Rather, they are two steel longswords that are absolutely skillful and fast. Werewolves are inherently much more agile than humans, and even similar to elves.

Three of the lizardmen wielded huge long knives, and four of them used powerful crossbows with high precision and strength, the kind of crossbows that were obviously only made by dwarven craftsmen, who were responsible for supporting and supporting the giant killing machines.

These dozen or so subhumans are now dripping blood everywhere in their bodies, and that is the lives of more than 3,000 church warriors. Make these subhumans look like demons who have just crawled out of the hell of the pool of blood.

But now these demons are not showing their teeth and claws. Nor did he roar violently. Rather, they remained silent like a group of well-trained soldiers. The Church warriors didn't have much of a focus on them, and the monsters weren't even tall or terrifying, because there was a man in front of them.

A standard-looking human, tall, slightly thin and somewhat pale face. It is more complete than the most perfect sculpture of Jiang's body and muscular curves, because no matter how carved the stone is, it will not have such an almost violent life, but it is still like a mountain.

Almost all the remaining warriors were watching this man. Those black eyes made everyone who watched clearly see clearly, and it was like an endless black ocean, swallowing everyone here without a single wave. This person is the only exception here, although he is standing in the sea of corpses and blood, there is not the slightest trace of blood on his body. There is only one layer

Pale white vindictive glow.

In this hellish Shura field, he seems to be a god.

The man sighed, the white light on his body dissipated, and his rock-like face showed a slight tiredness. He wasn't really a god after all. Still a living person.

The 10,000-man enemy is usually just a cosmetic concept, and no one really has enough power to defeat 10,000 people. What's more, the warriors here are all elites, and no matter who kills nearly a thousand such opponents, even if they are not injured or killed, they will never be tired.

The last remaining warriors looked at the man, who was already showing signs of fatigue. There was nothing but fear in his eyes. This man without the slightest trace of blood was as terrifying as the dozen orcs who had been fished out of the pool of blood. In front of this man, the warriors are no longer warriors, because they can't fight, they don't even have the opportunity to fight, they fly up like pieces of paper, shatter, scatter. This man didn't have any tricks that shocked the world's watchers, but rushed around the crowd quickly, grabbing, hitting, slapping, kicking, bumping, just a casual action, so the surrounding soldiers flew away like waste paper flowers, with a rain of blood.

The warriors looked at the man on the ground, but the magicians and priests looked at another human. But he wasn't on the ground, but on a two-legged wyvern in mid-air. The warriors looked at the man with fear and anger, but the magicians looked at the man with unconcealed reverence and admiration in the midst of hostility and anger.

On the bipedal wyvern is an old man holding a wand, with short silver hair and sparkling eyes. He was the only one on the orc side who could use magic, but he alone and that wand were dealing with hundreds of magicians and priests below. They had to spend almost all their strength on dealing with themselves, and they couldn't separate their hands against the orc and the man.

The old man wasn't using some earth-shattering fire magic or forbidden spells, except for the atmospheric shield that surrounded him and the two-legged wyvern, all he used was low- and medium-level magic. But the speed with which he casts spells and the cleverness with which he uses them is the creativity and imagination of the time when using spells, like a dazzling magic show, a demonstration of spell casting. All sorts of magic came out of his hands. The four elemental systems, the dark system and even the white magic, combined with each other and influenced each other, collided with the attacks of the magicians below like a ball of magic fireworks.

No single attack could succeed against this high-flying mage, who usually had a single instantaneous spell that would stop at least three or four opponents' magic from an impact or explosion. A high-level magician even did not hesitate to use a highly prized scroll like a fire bomb, but the old man only had two fireballs, and then an air magic wind control technique immediately caused the extremely hot ball of light to change its trajectory and fly back to the ground. At least thirty warriors were charred under this top-level scroll. And the wand in his hand, which was made of unicorn horns, flew out of the ground with thunder bombs, but it was difficult for the mages below to defend.

Huge explosions and waves of air constantly set off patches of death in the crowd. And his own attacks are even more varied, such as using the corrosive venom of black magic to burst the ice of the water system and hit each other in the air, and the scattered ice fragments are all stained with the poison of the black magic's bone-eating flesh. Or blow up the venom ball of the water system with a high-heat fireball, and the volatilized gas will blow all the way under the pressure of the wind control technique. There was also a time when he was attacking each other with several water magicians, and dropped ice chips and water droplets in the sky. Then a thunderbolt was fired. The last shot of the Earth Earth Disintegration Technique caught up with the Thunderball. In the end, hundreds of people in that small area fell down in the electric light, and if they could go back from here, the combat power of the remaining magicians would rise to a considerable level, and they had all seen the art of the law

Give you a chance, surrender. We guarantee your safety. The man's face that had dispersed his vindictive spirit actually showed a trace of anxiety. "We have given you an ultimatum to withdraw from the high ground. This battle is your own doing. The outcome is decided, surrender. ”

A young warrior in the ranks of the surviving warriors looked at the man from afar, his red eyes were bloodshot, and he whispered, "He seems to be tired." We can pretend to surrender...... After all, there are so many people here, and a few magicians will definitely be able to ...... with all their might."

"It's useless. That's Cedros and Gru. The two masters of the city of Ofu. I'm afraid that only Lancelot and the Templar Knights will be their opponents. The fifteen or sixty-year-old veteran shook his head, but his expression was not disappointed and gloomy, but resolute and resolute. He was once a Templar in Celeste, and now temporarily commands the team. "The point is that we cannot surrender, and it is not our own interests that we are fighting for. It is the glory and glory of the Lord, and for the glory of the Lord, we must not surrender, even if it is pretended. The young warrior bowed his head.

"For the glory of the Lord, let us be here to shed our blood and courage. The voice of the old Templar reached everyone's ears hoarsely, and everyone's expressions fluttered. The magicians began to chant incantations, and the warriors clenched their weapons.

"I've hated this phrase for a long time. Delay my time. Gru sighed anxiously, it had been a while since the message had been coming from there. He took a deep breath, and his body lit up again.

"Don't go over, what do you want to do?" Under the sky not far away, five griffons carried five people hovering in the air. One of the clerics rode the griffin to stop his companions who were trying to rush to the other side of the battlefield.

"I still have two Cloud Burning Spells, a star-falling and a chain lightning scroll, and I can't watch them be killed by the infidels and orc devils. The young magician on the back of the griffin roared. The battle on the battlefield over there began again, and the rest were the elites, and the battle was more tragic and cruel than just now.

You're crazy, you're dead before you can use it. The priest listened to the sound of fighting in the distance, and the sound of magic explosions was also heartbreaking. But he still desperately tried to stop the young magician, and he couldn't let him die. There were originally ten griffons on Anji, and when the battle began, the mages and warriors who rode the griffons wanted to use the height to deal with the opponents below. However, Gru's javelin spear that he grabbed and threw immediately killed several griffons along with the knights above.

"Have you forgotten the mission that Bishop Esquill has given us?" the warrior shouted, and the young magician did not rush forward to die.

Task. Even he smiled bitterly when he said this word, what other mission could he have at this point?Try to attract Oufu's attention, harass Oufu, and use the scroll to kill and injure more orc troops if necessary. These missions sounded like a joke when the army was wiped out. The Magic Scroll that Bishop Esquire gave them to find an opportunity to kill and injure as many orcs as possible in the battle was not a chance to use. These are all mass mass destruction magic, originally intended to find an opportunity to use in the orc army, but who knew that the orcs only came to these ten or so and all of them were elite, not to mention that they could not be used at all, and even if they were used, they would probably only kill their own people.

At this point, there may only be one last task left to complete. That is to carefully watch how Oufu fights, and then go back and report. But it was also the most important task that Lord Esquil had ever commanded. The priest blessed himself with a hawk-eye magic and watched carefully, watching his comrades and friends slaughtered in front of him to the point that they were not even as good as lambs, and he had to try to remember every detail and link, only to see that he was heartbroken, heartbroken, angry and powerless.

When the battle was finally over, the priest turned around and flew west with his griffon, shouting, "Let's go separately, and the man who is being caught up by Cedros will try to pester him and give the others as much time as possible." ”

But Cedros had no intention of chasing these fish that slipped through the net, he jumped from the dragon and fell to Gru, frowning and saying, "What should I do? The message sent in the middle of the battle has been sent for so long, I'm afraid it's too late, we don't know what it is......

"It's better to be late than not to be late." Gru replied immediately. "Let's go!"