"This is the Flame Explosion Technique?!" The Magician Reserve Captain of the Brotherhood of Defia, a Tenth Order Flame Archmage, could feel the incomparably pure Flame Elemental Energy from the basin-sized fireball: "Not good!

As a top-level magician, they were all scared like this, not to mention the other mid-to-high-level magicians, under the protection of a group of elites, they hurriedly ran towards the rear position.

The basin-sized fireball of flames, but because of the change in the direction of these people's running, they did not lose the target they originally wanted to kill, and still crossed an arc at a slow speed, heading straight for the magic reserve.

This time, under Yang Long's anger, the fire explosion technique he cast was not trivial, it had surpassed any previous flame magic, and the terrifying heat contained in it caused all objects within twenty meters of it to spontaneously burn.

Ahh

As the fireball moved forward, the professionals who had no time to dodge, whether they were soldiers of the Clearing Force or members of the Brotherhood of Defia, all turned into a humanoid pillar of fire, only to be reduced to ashes in a moment.

In just over 10 seconds, more than 500 people died, including soldiers from the clearance unit who accounted for the fourth floor.

However, because the magic reserve team was running towards the rear of the Brotherhood of Defia, after the fireball flew more than a hundred meters, the number of soldiers killed along the way gradually decreased, and the number of members of the Brotherhood of Defia gradually increased.

"How is this possible?!, a magician," Johansen's beard trembled. Before he finished speaking, he thought of a terrible result, and shouted frantically at the magic reserve team moving backwards, "Stop!

Unfortunately, under the threat of their lives, the members of the Magic Reserve Team, although they heard Johansen's order, did not follow the intention of carrying it out at all, and still desperately ran towards the rear.

"You damn guys!" Johansen shuddered with rage, trying to suppress the terror in his heart, and ordered the elite of the magical convoy, "Kill them for me!

After a few seconds of astonishment, the elite soldiers of the escort team immediately carried out Johansen's order. The weapon that originally protected the magicians. Pierced into unguarded, fragile bodies.

"What are you doing?!" the captain of the magic reserve howled miserably, and just as he raised his hand to release the magic resistance, he was stabbed in the heart by a sharp sword, and closed his eyes with reluctance and hatred.

And the fireball that has been chasing it. After all the members of the Magic Reserve have been killed. It's like a missile that has lost its target. There was a sudden pause, and after a few seconds of trembling, it exploded.

Boom -

Eight-meter-high waves of fire spread out on all sides. Everything within a radius of two or three hundred meters was instantly engulfed in the raging flames, and the plants within five hundred meters were roasted by the high temperature, and after a while, they shrank and dried up.

In just such an instant, as many as three or four thousand people were huddled together, and all the members of the Brotherhood of Defia who were waiting to fight were killed, and at least two thousand were also burned to varying degrees.

"Oh my God!" Johansen yelled in despair and fell headlong to the ground, this fire explosion technique directly shattered the beautiful illusion in his heart, making him realize that this ambush battle had been completely defeated.

Although there are as many as forty or fifty thousand members of the Brotherhood of Defia who are still alive, from their terrified eyes, Johansen already knows that if they want to continue fighting, what awaits them will be the collapse of all of them.

Moreover, since that terrifying young man was able to release this Flame Burst Technique without showing the slightest bit of exhaustion, it also meant that he was able to continue to release the same level of Flame Blast, making Johansen unable to deal with it at all.

Seeing the big leader's gaffe, several small leaders waiting on the side, looking at the fire wave with shock, also realized the outcome of this battle, and asked one after another: "Lord Johansen, what should we do?!"

Perhaps because of the fearful inquiries of his subordinates, Johansen's already frantic nerves regained some composure again, gasped and looked at the members of the Brotherhood of Defia on the verge of collapse on the battlefield, and finally held back a few words from between his teeth: "Let's retreat immediately!"

"Retreat?!What about Lord Bajil-Tred?"

In addition to a few minor leaders, there were also some of Johansen's henchmen here, and when they heard their leader make such a decision, they knew that Johansen was very close to Bajill Tred, and blurted out the question as soon as they were not paying attention.

"For the sake of the Brotherhood's interests, we must retreat!" Johansen added with tears in his eyes and the pain in his heart unspeakable, "If Brother Bagir had known, he would have agreed with me."

This kind of self-deception finally made Johansen unable to speak, gritting his teeth with hatred and looking at the clearance troops with only a few thousand people left, the corners of the big leader's mouth were bloody, and he suddenly roared loudly: "Retreat!

After saying that, ignoring the others, Johansen directly turned around and went down the high ground, mounted his war horse and set off in the direction of Moon Creek City.

After looking at each other for a long time, the leaders and commanders present finally recovered from their surprise, and after giving the order to retreat, they followed Johansen with their respective armies and left quickly.

It didn't take long for the decision of the Defia Brotherhood to be carried out, and the remnants of the purge troops, who were still fighting, unknowingly discovered that the enemy had quickly dispersed from the encirclement, except for those who were fighting on the front line.

With Yang Long's shocking appearance, as well as the follow-up act of provoking Laczo and using the Flame Explosion Technique to instantly kill a large number of enemy soldiers, although the soldiers present felt that they could get victory, they didn't expect the victory to come so suddenly.

Suddenly, many soldiers who thought they were going to die were lucky enough to survive.

When the last of the outcasts of the Defia Brotherhood died under the siege of more than a dozen soldiers, there was a brief silence, and there was a loud and loud noise of ecstatic joy compared to the army that had been less than a third of the initial engagement.

"Win!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Survived! survived!"

"Lord Grovee will win!Long live the Stormwind Kingdom!"

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One after another, the clamor came one after another, and every surviving soldier either shouted loudly with joy or hugged his head and cried with joy, which lasted for almost half an hour before stopping to clean up the battlefield.

The corpses of comrades need to be buried on the spot, the corpses of enemies must be buried as soon as possible, and all weapons and arrows must be collected, and the ordnance that can be repaired and used in the next battle must be selected.

In short, every soldier was very tired, but he was still very busy coming and going, even a few officers.

Only Yang Long did not participate in it, but came to Rakzo with a sense of surprise, looking at the ogre who kept screaming but kept rolling and struggling on the ground.

Obviously, the energy of the "violent qi" diversion did not produce the terrifying killing effect as before, although Lakzo seemed to be very painful, but it was different from the adventurers who were submerged in the brain by the dark energy before, only the damage to the flesh and bones suffered.

"The dark energy actually hasn't spread?!" Yang Long stopped the soldiers who came with hatred on their faces and wanted to take the opportunity to kill the ogre, and approached Lakzo with a look of doubt and excitement: "And this feeling, how can it seem like"

In Yang Long's previous state of violent qi, any life form that he came into contact with, the cyan air flow would automatically divert a little, and after penetrating into the enemy's body, it would automatically spread towards the opponent's brain, and finally destroy the enemy's brain and cause death.

After more than half a year of cultivation, Yang Long can now take the initiative to control and enter the state of violent qi, but he can't feel the dark energy that comes out of it, as if it is like an arrow from the string, let alone control these air currents.

But now Yang Long suddenly felt that the dark energy in Lakzuo's body could be vaguely felt by him!

(To be continued......)