The plaster was lifted in less than a second, and Yang Long was like a cannonball out of the chamber, and the whole person flew backwards uncontrollably for seventy or eighty meters, killing and injuring twenty or thirty professionals along the way, before finally struggling to stabilize his body.

At the same time, the ogre, who was covered in mud and sand, also staggered as if drunk when Yang Long flew out upside down, and after retreating more than ten steps, his legs fell to the ground weakly.

This duel is actually unequal!

However, compared to the ogre who fell to the ground, Yang Long, who was obviously at a complete disadvantage in his body, but he was not even injured at the corner of his clothes, undoubtedly gave the professionals who witnessed all this battle a strong visual impact, making them rub their eyes in disbelief.

"Oh my God!"

"It can't be!"

"It's so disparity"

“”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then it suddenly boiled, and every professional, whether they were friends or enemies, looked at Yang Long with fearful eyes, as if they were looking at an adult dragon that had changed into a human form.

The first to react were the two major officers, who were also shocked by this reality, but they immediately thought of the meaning of this, and shouted loudly in unison: "Grofe! Victory! We have won!"

With the shout of the leader, the soldiers who participated in the purging force this time recovered from their shock, and the fear in their eyes naturally turned into awe and joy, and they also shouted loudly: "Grofe! Grofe! Victory!

It's just such a short period of effort, and the morale of the defenders near the mine. It reached an unprecedented height, and the strength shown by Yang Long made them see the hope of victory and the hope of survival.

Almost instantly, the soldiers who had just cowered down on the defensiveness because of the enemy's encirclement and low morale pounced on the enemy who had not yet had time to react with infinite fighting spirit.

In just a few seconds, nearly a thousand members of the Brotherhood of Defia were killed and wounded by the soldiers who counterattacked. The tide of the battle changed all at once. Tilt in a direction that favors the clearing of troops.

On the other side of the high ground, Johansen slammed the rock in front of him.

"What kind of Grofe is this, where the hell did you get out of here?!" As the second person in charge of this ambush, Johansen made full use of his previous experience serving in the Sixth Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom. Successfully bit more than 15,000 people tightly.

If it weren't for Yang Long's sudden attack. It only takes another hour to play. The morale of the purging troops would be at its lowest, and at that point, Johansen would send out his reserve of magicians and crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

But now. This plan could no longer be implemented, and the situation was still deteriorating, so Johansen could only give an order in advance: "Listen to my orders, let the magicians go up immediately, and concentrate on killing that Grofe!"

The young man standing behind Johansen, after hearing this order, did not immediately carry it out, but asked with doubts and puzzles: "Lord Johansen, is it a little too early, the enemy's arrows and soldiers are too far ahead, and it is easy to inflict on the magician."

"I can't care about it so much!" Johansen's eyes erupted, trying to resist the urge to kill the young man with his sword, and patiently explained: "Now that Lakzo is not defeated, if we can kill that guy, we can still win, otherwise the consequences will not be easy to say!"

"But these magicians" the young man still did not let go, wanting to change Johansen's decision.

Wow -

The big boss, who was in his forties, pulled out the long sword on his waist fiercely, and unabashedly spewed out with murderous intent: "It's not your turn to question my decision, you just need to carry out my orders, or choose to stay and wait for death!"

The young man was immediately angry, but when he saw Johansen's red eyes, he still swallowed what he wanted to say, turned around and ran away quickly, to inform the magician reserve team on standby in the safe area behind.

The young man, Edwin Van Cleef's nephew, had been acting as a kind of overseer for a few years, staying with the side of Deputy Leader Bajil Tred, as well as the big boss Johansen, in the name of learning strategic command, but in fact monitoring the movements of the two.

Johansen is not one of the founders of the Defia Brotherhood, but he is the first core member to be absorbed into the organization, and he has grown from a stunned young man who doesn't know anything to the status of the current big boss, and it can be said that he has witnessed the development and growth of the Defia Brotherhood.

But God knows when, Edwin Van Cleef unwittingly changed his original intention of fighting for a sense of justice, and began to indiscriminately mutilate all living beings except for the members of the Brotherhood of Defia.

Maybe it was because the Stormwind Kingdom deprived him of his title, or maybe it was because of years of fighting, this hundred-year-old thief lost his wife, concubine and children several times, and he fell into an inexplicable hatred.

"When did we, who founded the Brotherhood for the sake of justice, embark on such a path?" John looked at the magician who was moving towards the center of the battlefield under the protection of a group of elite soldiers after receiving the order, and his heart rippled with bitterness.

If it weren't for the suspicion, Bagill Tred, as the deputy leader, would not have personally risked his life as a bait to lure the enemy to this mine, wanting to show his loyalty to Edwin Van Cleeff with practical actions.

Two days have passed since the beginning of the battle, and Bagir Tred is still in the depths of the mine, with more than 2,000 henchmen who do not know whether they are alive or dead, making Johansen, who thought of the harmony in the past and the big family that fought for a noble goal, inexplicably sour his nose.

The current situation is very urgent, and every second can make all efforts come to naught, and Johansen, who knows this well, will send a reserve of magicians to the battlefield at an inopportune time.

You must know that the Brotherhood of Defia does not have too many professional inheritances, and even Edwin Van Cleeff, as the leader, has a broken rogue inheritance, let alone a wizard inheritance.

As an unrecognized bandit organization, it is difficult for the Brotherhood of Defia to recruit the strong to join, and the noble magicians are even more disdainful of them, and they have only absorbed more than a hundred magicians for decades.

There are more than 20 magicians in this team, and the average strength barely reaches the seventh order, which already accounts for one-third of the combat power of all the magicians in the organization.

But Johansen couldn't help but send them on the field, and his friendship with Bagill Tred, and his love for the Brotherhood of Defia, made him win this battle no matter what, even if it was at the expense of all the magicians.

"I hope I can do what I want, just kill that guy and win this victory" Johansen muttered in a low voice, with a look of determination in his eyes: "It's a big deal to wait until the victory, I will pay this old life to the leader!"

The decision of the leader of the Brotherhood of Defia on the high ground did not immediately affect the battle situation below, every soldier was fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and the members of the Brotherhood of Defia were also shouting and fighting together.

The entire vicinity of the entrance of the mine is densely packed with professionals who are slashing and killing each other, and every second someone loses his life and falls, and then is trampled on the soles of his feet by the people who make up for him from behind, and both sides are constantly attrition.

However, located on the northwest side of the mine, in an area about the size of half a football field, there were only dozens of people fighting, and everyone consciously stayed away from this area, even if the corpses were stacked more than a meter high, they had no intention of entering this place.

All because in this area, the two strong men who affect the morale of the two sides are engaged in a fierce battle, the two creatures with a huge difference in body area, the mud and sand splashed by the battle every second are as high as more than ten meters, and the earth is constantly shaking because of the battle between the two.

After that head-on collision, the ogre put away his intention to kill Yang Long with a single blow, wielding a huge stone hammer and tangling it in close quarters

(To be continued......)