Two in a row

On the first day of work, plus I have to eat with my relatives in the evening, so I'm a little late, sorry

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The Yarrow Plain, because of its strategic location on all sides, has led to the plain itself being regarded as a battlefield where many parties compete for the front. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the high-level orders from all parties after the earthquake a few days ago to temporarily slow down their actions, I am afraid that it would have become a meat grinder for melee.

But even so, even if there is an order, even if there is still a multi-party containment, no one side is willing to be the first bird, and the atmosphere accumulated on the battlefield at this time has become quite dignified.

The sky was clear from the impact of qi and blood below, and even the distorted scene of the air could be seen.

Any irritation at any point can lead to a fire of dry wood, which is on the verge of eruption.

Whether it is a barbarian or a troll, the strength of the individual is quite good, and the large army is a mix of professional and quasi-professional warriors.

In this regard, it is their racial superiority.

The grandmaster-level powerhouses are all responsible for defending against the group attacks of all parties and holding each other back.

On the frontal battlefield, even if the master rank falls into this torrent, it can't make too many waves.

The powerhouses of the Holy Rank are even more tentative and competing with each other, and no one side is willing to take the lead, otherwise under the melee of this scene, the one who strikes first is likely to be besieged and fall.

There are all kinds of combat forces from the holy position to the bottom, and they all have a clear division of labor, and it is indeed the largest large-scale battle that has broken out in the Eastern Continent since the elves disappeared, and the leaders of all parties have been in place.

The Zupan Troll Empire, with the major clans as units, has formed a series of camps, endlessly.

Hidden in the void, Zupan Steelfang looked down at the camp of the Skull-splitting clan in the distance, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

In terms of overall strength, the empire is stronger, but after all, it is not monolithic, and the first few encounters have suffered a slight loss.

The most damned thing is the brainless group of orcs, many of whom can't even tell the difference between trolls, and some low-IQ races have pointed the finger at themselves under some teasing.

It really made Zupan Steel Tooth feel like a beep dog, obviously he was in a relationship with the Split Skull Clan, and it was okay if the barbarians who had something to do with it were mixed in, and suddenly a group of wild boar people broke off from behind and provoked what the hell.

It's the Kajin trolls who beat you!

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen the Cleft Skull Clan being intimidated by the gnolls, he would have wondered if the orcs had cooperated with each other.

The current situation is a garbled letter.

At this moment, a light breeze blew, and a vague figure appeared in front of the hidden void of Zupan Steel Fang, bowing down to the void air

"Great Chief, the boar people are calling again, let's hand over the murderer of their princess. ”

Hearing the report, Zupan Gangya did not show the slightest emotion of his own, and his tone was unusually flat

"I already know, let them go, although they are clowns, their half-saints still have some ability. ”

In terms of overall strength, the boar people are also in the middle and lower among the orcs, and they are nothing to the Zupan Troll Empire, and the clan does not even have a holy position.

But alas, there is an extremely powerful demi-saint in charge, and when it is inconvenient for the holy positions to contain each other, there is really no way to take advantage of it, and there is already a troll demi-saint who has died under the fangs of the wild boar man and demi-saint.

Damn, there was a powerful demi-saint in that weak vassal who could definitely suppress that stupid pig, but at this critical moment, there was no one to find at all.

"If that human demi-saint doesn't show up yet, then after a while, let those tinkers come forward and do cannon fodder. ”

A cold and ruthless voice appeared, and the phantom instantly understood what the Great Chief meant, worthy of being a rare wise man in the clan, and used the means of killing multiple birds with one stone in an instant.

First, to force the Terran demi-saint to come out, and second, even if he doesn't come out, there will be no loss from being provoked by weak cannon fodder, and it is not easy to be targeted by other races.

In the end, even if the matter is over, it will add to the blood feud between the demi-saint and the boar people, and it can also serve the purpose of punishment and warning to this demi-saint.

The Holy Throne is the Holy Throne, and under the ruthless reason, the decision is always so decisive......

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"What, let's go to the front, it's not the same as we say!"

The one who was in charge of this Terran recruitment and led the team was not a general, because most of the people who came over were tinkering skills, so it was also a blacksmith with the oldest experience who knew the troll language to lead the team.

But suddenly heard the news that he and others, who were originally in charge of logistics, were going to the front line to deal with the provocation of the wild boar people, which really made the old blacksmith look at it.

Originally, the conscription of the Terrans had already torn up the agreement, but now, on the basis of tearing up, it has broken the promise again!

It's just that apart from sorrow, the old blacksmith has not much to resist, which is the sorrow of the weak race.

If you go, you will definitely lose a lot, but if you don't go, you will probably be completely wiped out.

Clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails pierced his palms with blood, and blood flowed down the wounds.

But in the face of the troll herald with a face full of disdain and ridicule, he had no choice but to compromise.

After seeing this lowly subordinate race bow his head, a hint of pride appeared on the herald's face

"What about having a powerful demi-saint, it was only the great chieftain who was benevolent before, and he didn't want to make extraneous branches. ”

Now that this kind of full-scale operation does not appear, then it is no wonder that we forced you out!

"Even the most powerful demi-saint has to bow his arrogant head in front of his own clan, not to mention that you ants, even if the ants are dead, there won't be much impact on your demi-saints. ”

"The ruthlessness of the big man will simply take this as an ordinary reprimand and a lesson, and he may even sacrifice you himself in order to make up for his mistakes. ”

"So, rejoice!"

"It is your supreme honor to be able to die for the great Troll Empire of Zupanor!"

The troll herald was also under a lot of pressure from the recent tense nerves, and at this time, in the face of the race that didn't care about the consequences at all, he also vented wantonly, his face full of arrogance and arrogance.

With heavy steps, not even decent weapons, many Terran blacksmiths and light men in charge of logistics couldn't help but be frightened with their own tools, with hammers pushed forward step by step, reaching the front of the position.

At this time, the messy boar people were already waiting on the plain in front of them, leaving only a few of the strongest boar people to provoke and humiliate in front of the position.

The two sides didn't understand each other's language, but the 'humming' cry and the vulgar humiliating gesture were completely able to make the trolls understand what each other meant, and if it wasn't for the pressure, they would have rushed out and tore apart their prey.

And the wild boar people who called out for the battle also let out a terrible laugh when they saw that some thin strange races had emerged from the camp of the troll clan.

Hum chirp

Most of the blacksmiths, who held the hammer and looked at the hateful-looking boar man who was as powerful and fat as a demonic beast, trembled and stood in front of the formation.

"Hurry up, otherwise, not only you, but even your people will be punished, and if you don't go, your women and children will be punished!"

The troll who supervised the battle, his face was full of hideous reprimands and roared, and the strength of the professional level made his voice spread to the ears of all the Terrans, and the blacksmiths who were originally trembling and hesitant were also full of despair in their eyes.

But then, from slow to fast, he waved the hammer messily and launched a charge under the leadership of the old blacksmith at the front.

With his weak body, he rushed towards the fat boar people in front of him.

Seeing that this weak race really dared to rush over, the wild boar people also had a cruel and excited look on their faces.

It looks like the meat is very tender, and it's more or less a wave of food!

And it doesn't seem that it will be difficult to kill them.

The boar warriors at the front, looking at the food that came with small hammers, casually waved it with their rudimentary maces.

The heavy mace brought the wind whistling, and it was foreseeable that the leader would definitely be slapped into a patty.

"Filthy rancid boar, take away your paws!"

A cold voice descended from the sky, with an irresistible will, an irresistible law, forcibly restraining all the boar people.

The wild boar people all over the mountains turned into immovable sculptures, and then a firecracker sounded, and all the claws holding weapons exploded into a blood mist!

"Then go die!"

As the decree fell, the petrified boar people turned into powder one by one like weathered sand maids, and fluttered in the wind.

Whisper!

A huge roar of rage appeared, and a terrifying figure with the boar totem of nothingness rushed straight at him with a furious fury.

The terrifying coercion has reached the extreme below the Holy Throne, and the power of the charge to break through the sky has even brought a void rift behind him.

The earth was plowed into a shadowy ravine by the aftermath of the sky.

And the human figure that suddenly appeared in the air, looking at the leader of the wild boar people who charged with supreme power, his eyes also showed a coldness.

"Chop and go. ”

Raise your hand

Click~

The weapons and fangs were broken

Tearing through everything and plunging directly into the skull of the leader of the boar people.

Ignoring the painful struggle, he threw his hand towards the ground in front of him

The cannonball-like figure crashed into a circle of void ripples in the air.

Under the change of gravity, the entire figure became extremely distorted.

'Boom~'

The terrible impact like a crater, the aftermath was like a wave, and it continued to wave forward in the direction it was thrown out, blowing away countless gathered mortals.

In the crater-like crater, there was only plasma splattered everywhere, like radioactive flesh stains like eggs smashed into the bottom of a pot.

"Who else. ”

Scanning the surroundings indifferently, Xuanye's tone was full of endless domineering......