Just when Pan Long was a little hesitant, the sound of shouting and killing came from a distance.

Out of the corner of his eye, it was the kind warriors of Andrelinna who had already defeated a group of demons and were driving them away, chasing and killing them all the way, all the way to this side.

Those mid-level demons who were huddled together to resist Pan Long also noticed this scene.

Finding that the battle situation was unfavorable, the arrow demon first changed his face.

This demon is not physically robust and can be easily killed once it enters melee combat.

That's why they never let themselves get caught up in melee combat, and even hide in the middle or even behind the hordes of demons.

At this moment, the situation was not good, and the arrow demon immediately cast an instinctive spell ability, and an arbitrary door opened beside it, and it stepped in, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and did not know where it had gone.

The whole movement was fast and agile, and I didn't even use a second before and after, which shows that I am well-trained, and I don't know how many times I have practiced it.

The escape of the Arrow Demon was like a signal, and immediately after, the Fire Demons also used their teleportation ability to escape. Although the movements are not as fast as those of the Arrow Demon, they are also very smooth, and they disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Without these ranged enemies, there were only a few demon groups left with good melee combat, which was not a problem for Pan Long.

He didn't plan to give the remaining demons another chance to escape, so he thrust his long knife into the scabbard, put on a ready-to-draw posture in the Iai sword technique, and rushed forward with his body bowed.

The berserker demon in the lead was about to run away himself, but when he saw that the unknown oracle was actually going to come up and fight a group of demons who were good at melee combat, he immediately grinned, spit out a large puff of stench, and let out a few foul-smelling strange laughs.

It formed an arrow-shaped formation with those Flodemons, and served as an arrow, heading towards Pan Long.

This bloated and powerful demon believed that just by grabbing his opponent, even for a second, it would be enough for everyone to rush up and tear this oracle to pieces!

However, Pan Long had no intention of melee with them.

The stench on the Berserker's body was so disgusting that he didn't want to touch it at all!

So when they were still about ten meters away from each other, he suddenly drew his knife.

Between the electric light and the stone fire, the snow-bright knife light flashed and disappeared.

Pan Long's figure soared into the sky, as if he was jumping up on that snowy sword light.

At his feet, six or seven demons seemed to be oblivious to his movements, and still rushed wildly, straight past the position he had just taken, and rushed forward several more steps before stopping.

They all looked down at their chests.

A neat scar appeared on their bodies, blood seeping out.

The demons seemed to want to say something, but they didn't say anything, and they fell to the ground.

A gust of wind blew away the remaining stench of the berserk demons, and Pan Long slowly landed on the ground, wielding his sword to kill the low-level demons who fled to this side like chopping melons and vegetables.

After a while, the shouts of killing gradually subsided, and the kind warriors of Andrin Na, who were covered in blood, looked tired one by one, but there was only excitement and happiness in their eyes.

"How many years!" An elf whose appearance was still young, but whose temperament was already obviously old, looked up and sighed, "How many years! We've finally had another big win! ”

"Three hundred and fifty-two years, three hundred and fifty-two years and seventy-three days to be exact." The other elf replied, his back as straight as a flagpole despite his exhaustion, "The last great victory was when the Elven prince of Therien, Axion Brightflame, stole the demons' battle plan from Gormen Dicoria, and then we set up an ambush and gave them a fiascous defeat that they will never forget. ”

"I remember that win, when I was a boy." A wrinkled dwarf laughed, "We slashed to death the Demon Mother's right and left hand, Gato the Burning Flame, and it was a Balor Flame Demon. I've only seen the Barlow Flame Demon once in my life. ”

"Then its decapitating greatsword became our trophy, and after being purified, it was reforged into this sword." A barbarian with a great sword smiled and said, "Gato, the sword of demons, I am its sixth master. More than three hundred years later, the sword is still as sharp as ever. Over the years, countless demons have become the ghosts of its sword. ”

"There will be more." The old paladin put his golden-red sword, which was the origin of his name for the "blade of light", into the scabbard, and said with a smile, "And soon, because we will have more victories to come." ”

He looked at Pan Long: "Huh?" My friend. ”

Pan Long smiled: "Of course, I crossed that far to come to Andlinna for victory. More wins! ”

As he spoke, he threw out the corpse of the "sneering" of the Evolutionary Cunning Demon that he had put away before: "Look, everyone, I don't think this guy is like an ordinary demon. ”

The warriors came over one after another, and soon some people recognized the identity of the "sneer", so there were exclamations, admiration, and even praises, one after another.

Pan Long did not pretend to decline, and accepted these praises calmly.

That was the end of the day's fighting, as they set up camp on the north bank of the Hoffenstein River and purified a large expanse of land with sacred spells, and the grey, bone-strewn grim earth became fertile and fertile with green grass sprouting from it.

"It's just the beginning, but if you can stick with it, sooner or later the whole Android Linna will become like this." The paladin, who was gradually aging, said to Pan Long, "Until then, we need more victories. ”

"It shows that we have a common language." Pan Long smiled and replied, "Maybe you can see a better view, such as Andreina getting out of the abyss or something." ”

The paladin's eyes lit up, and he didn't say anything, nodding heavily.

They had a good night's rest, and the defeat during the day frightened the demons, and even the commanders who belonged directly to the Demon Mother were reeling from the death of the "sneer", and were unwilling to rush out before finding out the situation.

A snake can't be headless, let alone a rabble of demons?

Until the next day, after Pan Long and the others had eaten and drunk enough, they were fully prepared for battle, and the scouts still did not hear the news that "the demons are going to counterattack".

Instead, they observed that many mid-rank demons were flocking from all directions towards the demonic forces' headquarters in Andrina, Gomen Dicoria.

Even...... Six-armed snake demons were vaguely seen heading from Mother Mountain, which is said to be the home of the Demon Mother Night, to the town that was the headquarters of the demons.

This is a very clear signal, and it clearly tells everyone the next battle plan of the demons.

They were to gather their forces and reorganize their forces in Gormen de Colia, and then they would launch a very fierce attack on the Hoffenstein River and even on the Merlandonberg.

This time, they may have to do their best.

For a long time, the Demon Mother and her minions have been attacking unhurriedly, as if enjoying the process of "destroying the good forces of Andrinna".

In fact, there have always been people who have been so suspicious - perhaps, the reason why they have not been able to break through the Melanton Burn for a long time, is just playing a game of cat and mouse?

This conjecture is too demoralizing, so everyone just thinks about it, and few people say it.

Even though...... In fact, many people are speculating like this, and even more and more people are guessing like this.

But it's clear that the Demon Mother is going to get out of the way.

So in order to save its evil plan, this time it moved to the real thing.

And that's exactly what Pan Long is up to.

If it doesn't get angry, it doesn't move its true character, it always hides in the depths of the Mother Mountain, and even hides in the Night Bone Castle in the "Endless Labyrinth" of the 600th layer of the abyss, Pan Long really doesn't have the ability to kill it and hack it to death.

To accomplish such a great feat, it is at least possible to form a team of real grandmasters like him.