The collision of the Holy Flame and the Molten Flame has plunged the entire auction house into a vortex of flames, and the surrounding civilians have withdrawn from the battlefield, allowing Cinderella's power to be unleashed without any scruples.

A flaming orc fights Cinderella, clad in silver-white armor, destroying almost all of the area.

The Knights of Order around them are not qualified to participate in epic battles, and they can only help Cinderella keep an eye on her surroundings to prevent other guys from sneaking up.

He was a difficult orc, his physical strength was almost endless, and he was able to block the sword wrapped in holy light with just his fists, and he fought back and forth.

Cinderella has already kicked up the spirit, and this kind of opponent is not found everywhere.

But who is it?

Soon, a kobold knight in blue armor recognized the fiery orc.

"Sasha of the Blade Clan?!What happened to him??Don't he know what the consequences of attacking the auction house are!Where is their chieftain Donil?!Why don't you stop him!"

"I'm here. ”

A calm voice came from behind the Knight of Order, and a battle axe condensed from the earth-bearing element split the kobold in two, blood flowing freely.

Donnier looked coldly at the knights of order around him, waved the battle axe in his hand, and ignored the corpse of the kobold on the ground.

"I don't want to cause unnecessary casualties, but he deserved the fate he deserved by instigating his chief to withhold our food last winter, resulting in the death of our clan's warriors and the starvation of our children. ”

"You have nothing to do with this, and I want you to convey to the Southern Alliance, that the Blade Clan will break away from the Southern Alliance from today. ”

Dornier had already figured out that the Blade tribe would return to its former nomadic life so that they could barely make ends meet, rather than join the Southern Alliance and sacrifice a lot of the tribe's harvest every year.

As for the Southern Alliance's revenge, Donnier has received technical support from the Tomb Council, and he is confident enough to survive the steppe.

Trading with the Tomb Council is risky, but if you can get the entire clan to be promoted to the Epic ...... This is something that Dornier once dared not think of. It wasn't until Sasha's success that Donnier made up his mind.

As long as you get the corpse of this monster, you can let the clan survive in the gap between the Southern Alliance and St. Lando!

The knights of order in blue armor looked at each other, carrying weapons and not daring to step forward, nor willing to retreat.

They are the defenders of order, and if they back down, then the knights of order of the Southern Union will become a joke.

An orc warrior from another tribe strengthened his courage and put his long sword back into its scabbard: "Donnier, you can discuss the matter of food at the meeting, you don't need to do this, see what you have done, the economic chain of the Southern Alliance will be greatly affected!"

"We've already talked about it, the old guys at the meeting only look out for their own interests, they never thought about us. ”

With an earth-elemental battle axe condensed in Dornier's other hand, he no longer looked like an amiable shaman, but a berserker.

"Our tribe may have to go back to the bandit life we used to have, and we don't want to, but for the sake of our children, I have to. Dornier twisted his neck, lifted the tomahawk up, and assumed a fighting stance.

The meaning is already obvious. Either retreat or be split in half by a tomahawk.

If it had been thirty seconds earlier, the Knights of Order might have swarmed and captured Dornier, who was only at the peak of the elite rank.

But in just thirty seconds, more than a dozen knights of order had been burned almost all over by the rampaging molten Sasha, and almost all of them were seriously injured, and there were very few knights of order who were not too seriously injured.

But let them face Dornier, who is a shaman and warrior by profession, the odds of victory are probably not ordinarily small.

However, they still did not retreat.

Donnier frowned, and made a quick decision.

He nimbly moved among the wounded knights of order, using the elementals and the battle axe in his hand to kill them with ease.

Before the Knights of Order could signal for help, Dornier had already easily eliminated everyone.

It's not a warrior's glory, but Dornier has to.

If the Knights of Order had had time to send a call for help, Dornier and Sasha would have died here today, and the old and weak women and children of the Blade tribe would have lost the protection of their leaders and would have perished in the grasslands full of danger, or they would have been captured by the Southern Alliance and continued to be exploited until they died.

This is definitely not what Dornier wants to see.

The battlefield between Cinderella and Sasha was chaotic, with Holy Flames and Molten Flames mixed together, white and red blended together, and it was difficult to solve the battle.

Donnier is also unable to join the epic battlefield, knowing that his power has become a burden to Sasha.

He also knew that if he didn't hurry up, the support of the Holy Light Knight would arrive immediately, and the scene would be completely controlled by the Holy Light Knight at that time, and the only thing waiting for the Blade Clan would be to perish.

Why hasn't it come yet?

Donnier waited anxiously, he had come to the side of the Abyss Lord's corpse, waiting for the Warlocks of the Tomb Council to come and take the body of the big man away.

And in the distance, where Othur was, there were already more than a dozen lilac arcane cages.

There are a lot of warlocks in it.

Orser flicked his fingers again, arcane energy wandering with his fingertips like a cheerful elf, then transformed into a swift hound, grabbing an elite warlock trying to rush to the open-air auction house, and locked him in place.

Is this elf's mana endless?

Tran had already sat down by this time, and he even had the leisure to count the arcane cages made by Othur.

"Hmm...... Sixteen cages made with arcane energy?mana seems to have broken through the median epic, it's really strange that there are such powerful mages in the Golden Rose, and they are not all high-scoring and low-energy guys. Tran muttered to himself, seemingly unconcerned about the failure of the operation.

"But why don't you kill us, blind elves. Tran tilted his head and turned his gaze to Otser.

"Your soul is pure," Orsher shrugged, "I don't know what you're for, but there's a good chance you're going to provoke a powerful enemy and put me at a disadvantage. ”

"So, don't even think about running. ”

Arcane energy caught an eagle in the air as it grabbed a warlock who was about to sneak up on the open-air auction house, turned him into a cage, and locked him inside.