Limonite ran and shouted for the middle of the night, and now his voice was hoarse, but he had no intention of stopping, and this was the task he had received from the Divine Envoy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info And these orc warriors shouted as they kept clashing their blades, and the sound of the wind in the dark forest and the echo of the valley spread far away. In the case of extremely poor vision, listening to the ferocious shouting and killing, it is really like thousands of troops and horses are fighting bloodily, you must know that those Omar warriors do not have the natural night eyes of orcs, and there is also the cover of forests, and it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, only as if the orc army really started to attack, and I am glad that I have not been attacked.

The reason why Sheng Xuan arranged such a performance was to disturb the enemy's sight, so that they all honestly stuck to their own stations, and did not dare to easily reinforce, of course, if the other party really dared to reinforce the nearby friendly forces, then Sheng Xuan had a follow-up method, and those masters under Grena were not idle.

At the same time that Limonite led the people to shout and kill, the hundreds of masters under Grena had already fallen behind them, patiently choosing the target, and the task given to them by Sheng Xuan was to choose hundreds of points in the forest, which must be a densely wooded place.

By the way, assassinate the nearby rebel generals as much as possible, but they must put their own safety first, capture and avoid the weak and the strong, all of which Limon Iron does not know, and their shouts of killing are mixed with the real shouting and killing, which is the so-called fiction and reality, which makes the enemy unable to distinguish.

"Big brother, I'm about to cry out for bleeding, when will it be?" asked a warrior with a difficult voice like a broken gong. "Don't worry, the Divine Envoy said, as soon as the wind turns, we will evacuate immediately, and we only have half an hour, we must choose the nearest route to run out of the forest, and after half an hour, the Divine Envoy will summon a miracle to annihilate Omar's rebels in one fell swoop. ”

As he was talking, a warrior shouted: "Big brother, the direction of the wind has changed!" Limonite immediately restrained the demon rider when he heard this, licked a mouthful of saliva with his fingers and held it high in the air, "It's really fucking changed the wind, brothers, our mission is complete, run as fast as you want, run for your life!"

With a shout, Limonite has already rushed towards the nearest direction with hundreds of brothers, and the demonic beast that sat down also felt the anxiety in the master's heart, and suddenly burst out of its wild nature, especially the earth demon bear sitting down by several giant bear clans, the huge body in addition to infinite brute force and amazing speed, several feet of mountain rocks jumped over, and the thick trees turned into powder under the grab, and slammed a straight passage in the forest, and the warriors behind him followed closely, and in a blink of an eye, it was already miles away.

Sheng Xuan was sitting in the military tent at the moment, nervously sorting out the news from all sides, a map had been drawn by him with dense various markers, and the scene of this battle had begun to form in his mind.

The Flying Squirrel Clan is worthy of being the best scouts, in the dark they can sneak into any place without being discovered, unless it is a high-level magic circle that cannot be crossed, and any other fortification traps are useless to them, if there is no accurate information from these Flying Squirrel Clan warriors, Sheng Xuan really does not have full confidence to fight this battle.

After this battle, the Flying Squirrel Clan's carefulness was also revealed, not only did they know the distribution of the enemy clearly, but also even the number of troops, weapons and equipment, and even the strength of the generals, which was like making a list of assassinations, which ensured that the masters under Grena could successfully complete the mission.

Now the generals of the small semi-rebel stronghold have been beheaded, and at this moment, the wind is loud, and his heart is beating faster: "Limonite, have they ever gotten out of the danger zone? Wait a little longer, or 、、、、、、, can't wait any longer, if the enemy reacts, I'm afraid that this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will be lost!"

As he made up his mind, he couldn't help shouting, "Give me orders!" With the sound of a piercing horn, hundreds of fire points in the forest were ignited at the same time, and the fire turned into a huge fire dragon in an instant, twisting its body and rolling towards the other end of the mountain range.

Even if the fire is lit, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not be able to burn the entire forest at once, this is the best time to extinguish the forest fire, but the generals of the nearby strongholds were all assassinated, leaving only a group of rebels who are in chaos.

The Osiris Mountains, which stretch for dozens of miles, have truly turned into a volcano at this moment, and the raging flames have illuminated the entire sky blood-red, I don't know if it is because the fire is too fierce, or because the flames have swept away too many souls who have died tragically.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of rebels are tormenting in the flames, and Duke Ferdinand's subordinates are watching in shock, the generals who were full of resentment against Shengxuan before no longer have the courage to curse, leaving only deep fear, and Archduke Ferdinand does not know whether it is because of the reflection of the fire or because of the surging heart, his face is ruddy like a baby, because he has seen that the heavy credit has fallen into his pocket, and the price is only tens of thousands of broken magic arrows.

The ashes on the ground are still exuding blazing heat, and the air is filled with a foul smell of burnt, maybe no one wants to enter this mountain range at this moment, but Sheng Xuan led more than a thousand orc warriors to quickly follow the fire towards the mountain, there may only be one chance, although a fire has severely damaged the enemy army, but it is impossible to wipe them out, especially the huge mage group composed of hundreds of mages, if they are allowed to free their hands, they are afraid that they will cause the most painful trauma to themselves.

So at this moment, Sheng Xuan and the warriors are racing against the world and the fire, opportunity and fate, as for success or failure, all the warriors have already given up their lives, so what else is terrible in their eyes?

A huge magical barrier was struggling to support the flames, and Pound's eyes were almost dripping blood, and his mouth was salivating and spitting out all kinds of commands, but he was helpless about the fire that seemed to fall from heaven.

At this moment, his face was glistening with bubbles licked by the tongue of fire, and the heat of the fire exacerbated his pain through the magic shield, but his heart was as cold as falling into an ice cliff, because he knew that even if he could escape this heavenly fire, he would not escape the punishment that Gatiaro would punish him.

"You damn hold me up, and then expand the range of my magic shield. Unleash your magic on me and put out the damn fire. How many more of us are there if we have contacted the other generals!Ahh

Of course, hundreds of thousands of rebels are by no means straw bales, and several of them have a premonition of the crisis, so they increased the sentry posts several times that night, and expanded the range several times that of normal days, and in recent days, the weather has been dry, and they are stationed in the depths of the forest, so they have done a good job of fire prevention measures early, but the fire is too fierce, so it didn't take a moment for them to give up everything and flee towards the forest.

Some people say that if you follow the fire, the fire will always be behind you, but have you ever thought that your legs can run through a hurricane on a rugged mountain road? That is absolutely impossible, so there is only one way to die if you follow the fire.

And against the fire? There is no certainty at all, because no one knows how wide the belt of fire is, ten feet and hundreds of feet, or several miles? Maybe you can endure the heat for a moment and a half, but can you run for miles at this hour and a half?

The wisest way to do this is to calm down, find the weakest spot of the fire, and then stab through the fire, while cutting down as much forest as possible to slow down the spread of the fire.

Several generals of the rebels are indeed not ordinary people, with their efforts, they actually brought hundreds of thousands of rebels out of the mountains in embarrassment, although most of them were already scorched, but at least they saved their lives, the pain will pass sooner or later, but there is no hope if they lose their lives.

The light of the fire behind them was like a spell, and everyone wanted to leave far away, so although they were very tired, they still ran towards the darkness, as if the darkness had become a safe place at this moment.

Just after they had run for several miles, suddenly there was a dull sound mixed with repeated screams from the front, and then someone shouted: "Stop, all stop, there is an enemy in front of them、、、、、、 there is a trench、、、、、、 all stop!" Several generals tried to stabilize the formation, but how could the more than 100,000 chaotic troops say that they could stop?

The five-zhang deep and eight-zhang wide trench is full of upside-down arrowheads, and there are more than a spear buried on the ditch wall on the opposite bank, because it is the direction of the light source, so no one can see its existence at all, which is simply a trench for the exhausted rebels, so that they can never cross, and it is also a trap of death, like the crack of the hell abyss, mercilessly devouring their lives.

Just when they finally stabilized their footsteps and were about to retreat, suddenly there was a vibration of the bowstring in the wind, and several generals who had just been relieved suddenly felt as if their hearts were torn apart, and they couldn't help but close their eyes in pain.

A general was constantly blocking in the torrential rain of feathered arrows, trying to protect as many of his warriors as possible, but such a dense number of feathered arrows, even if he was covered with hands, what could he do? What a mighty army it used to be, but now it was like a lamb on a board to be slaughtered, listening to the wails of the tragic death of the soldiers beside him, his eyes were crying, his heart was dripping blood, and finally he could no longer stand such torture, and from his chest that was about to burst burst out the last shred of hope roar: "Stop, we surrender!"