The battlefield requires reason, and exchanging the smallest sacrifice for the greatest victory is the eternal golden rule. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one wants to be a weight on the scales.

But these professionals still follow Amber Melova's judgment, and the reasons are not complicated.

Failure to kill the purple bristle would mean the complete collapse of the rear front and the complete victory of the demon team.

Most professionals who are familiar with the cruel nature of demons know that the probability of surviving in the chaos is very low, as the so-called cold lips and teeth.

Second, one's justice is cowardly, but when countless cowardly justices are gathered, falsehood becomes true.

Every professional who participated in this battle, every Rog had this justice in their hearts, and resolutely embarked on the road of uncertain life and death.

Decide your life and death in an instant, but put the life of a professional in your hands, and anyone will be overwhelmed. But Amber Melova was able to propose this plan without hesitation, and it proved that she had the courage and patience to bear the sins that followed.

In addition to strength, there is no greater distinction between the strong and the weak.

There was silence for a while, and the two barbarians stepped out of the ranks of the professionals with heavy expressions.

"We volunteered to fight the purple bristle rats."

There was a faint, gasping sound.

Harogas had also been corrupted by demons, and as savages, they understood Amber's practices better than the Roger Professions who were active in the Green Fields.

Someone has to step up.

"I don't have any family, so it's an honor to contribute."

A young Assassin took a deep breath, his eyes wide open, and he took a step forward with a determined expression.

Everyone's expressions were very different, and there were more regrets than sighs.

“・・・”

Amber's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then nodded.

More and more professionals joined the team, and the time was short, and after counting enough people, Amber arranged for professionals to spread the method.

When they first received the news, most of them thought there was something wrong with their ears.

But after Matigar's personal promise, the suspicion soon subsided.

The plan unfolded naturally.

Amber cooperates with Nanya to delay the demons' onslaught with Westma's unique methods, buying time for the Rogers.

They calmly pulled the bowstrings, in unison.

There was no cheer, no encouragement, no parting, and the team rushed to the monster horde with great speed, slaughtering the purple bristle under the cover of countless arrows.

The influx of monsters was constantly killed, blood splattered all over the face, and with the loss of a barbarian and two assassins, the team managed to penetrate deep into the monster horde.

The roars of zombies and sunken demons, the surging evil figures, they can't even see the human front in the distance.

The back road had long been filled with pervasive monsters, and a wounded barbarian roared wildly, raised his greatsword and rushed towards the purple hard-haired mouse less than ten meters away.

Purple light flew, blood was dripping, and one by one the professionals rushed forward desperately, taking out the prepared yellow potion from their arms.

The spark flickered away with a flicker, the waves of air shook, and the bright flames swept away.

A burst roar rang out at the side of the purple hard-haired mouse, and swaths of monsters were engulfed in flames or crushed to pieces by the swelling force.

Flesh flew everywhere, and the devastated purple body swayed and fell, splashing a puddle of evil blood.

The pressure suddenly decreased, and a big stone fell in everyone's hearts, but it was cast a shadow.

"Kill them all!"

In the battle line watching from a distance, a paladin shouted and rushed forward, his voice a little tragic.

Without the threat of the purple bristled rats, the suitable melee pros rushed to the monsters in the distance.

The rear front began a counteroffensive with great momentum.

The blades were handed over, sparks splashed everywhere, and blood accompanied by gunpowder smoke sounded the battle horn for a long time.

The lingering sound reached the gray sky.

・・・

On the front line, next to the giant torso of the Hitomi Stone Tree, several huge zombies were lying silently on the side, surrounding a charred black body.

Iwamoto, who had turned into a human form, was on one side, frowning and silent.

The turquoise rattan radiated with vitality and vitality, piercing into the body.

In terms of physical characteristics, he is Hannick the Fallen.

Although he barely survived the flames of Amber Merois, he was no longer able to continue fighting.

Looking around at the sluggish zombies beside him, Iwamoto pondered for a while, and said respectfully to the dead stone tree: "The human team has begun to counterattack, and more reinforcements are coming. ”

"Now is a rare opportunity."

"I can go straight to the ranks of the pros and smash that weak female mage's head to pieces."

With the help of the power of the Hitomi Stone Tree, he recovered a lot of mana, and at this moment, it was also the time when the professional team was empty and Amber was out of strength.

He didn't understand why the Hitomi Tree had left him here.

Feeling the cold gaze coming from above his head, and the sound of words in his heart, Iwamoto's eyes drooped.

"No..."

Hitomi Rock Tree seemed to be prepared, and while Iwamoto was surprised, he also sensed its cold attitude.

Although both he and Hannick are controlled by the [Green Demon Curse], in the end, they are not trusted by the Hitomi Tree due to their sensitive identity.

Arrogant fool, Iwamoto scolded secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was calm as usual.

The second team of support in Rog's camp must be more and more powerful professional teams, as far as he knows, there are five powerful Lv20 professionals in the camp, they are beyond the hero level, they like to move freely, and often go to dangerous areas outside the "Blood Wasteland".

When he was still a heroic druid, rumors even circulated that a certain professional had crossed the "Icy Plain" and arrived in a new demonic area.

But this is clearly not feasible, and the bitter lessons of the Battle of Icefield are still fresh in our minds, and the elite team has never succeeded, and it is nonsense to go it alone.

The Hitomi Tree comes from the "Evil Moon", and although it is mysterious enough, Iwamoto has spent some time with it, and he has not found much of a powerful place in it.

Manipulate zombies, use [Green Demon Curse], call monsters, and use black vine spikes.

That's all.

And with these alone, it is absolutely impossible to fight against the real backbone of Rog's camp.

The blue-haired paladin who forcibly broke through the demon team and directly entered the evil cave passage opened by the Pupil Stone Tree is a living example.

Iwamoto's mind turned sharply, but the front line quietly changed.

Due to the intervention of the blue-haired paladin, a large number of powerful monsters have been blocked, and the human profession only needs to divide a small force to maintain the formation and wait for the reinforcement army.

But in front of the road that was killed all the way, paved with demon corpses and bloody breath, the dark hole mouth where the occasional sound of battle was heard suddenly lit up with a ghostly fire.

The silver figure flew upside down from the darkness, and the blue-haired knight, holding a large shield and [Ryxat's Elegy], rolled down on the green field not far away, and flipped several times in succession.

The light flickered, and the blue-haired knight slapped the grass clippings on his body and head, spitting out a mouthful of grass foam, and directly killing several zombies that pounced on him.

"It's not easy to do..."

He looked solemnly at the dark opening, the knuckles of his fingers holding the dark gold dagger turning white.

Many professionals on the front line realized this solemnity, and their breathing suddenly became much heavier.

The smell of evil began to fill the air.

The violent roar was not inferior to the explosion of the yellow potion, and the large black hole collapsed a small piece, and a roar came from inside.

The roar was like a violent wind, and in an instant, it suppressed the grass on the green field, sweeping through the two battlefields before and after.

Countless professionals seemed to be aware of this, and their hearts trembled suddenly.

Dark blue shadows flickered at the entrance of the cave, and the temperature dropped quickly, and the grass next to the cave spread a fine hoarfrost.

"Deal?"

Sensing the evil aura that seemed to be like substance, Iwamoto Tian, who was waiting next to the Hitomi Stone Tree, changed his face and muttered.

It seems that the real battle has just begun.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but feel terrified.