Finally, at about ten o'clock in the morning, the monster's backup force was finally cleaned, and no more monsters appeared in the space gate. The rest of the entire battlefield are almost all elite-level monsters, they are all new forces, much more than the spirit of the orcs who fought for a night, plus their ability and strength are much stronger than the previous guys. Therefore, the exhausted orc troops were really a little unable to hold on, and they lost three lines of defense in succession in just half an hour.

In desperation, an orc prophet was forced to use the ultimate, and now at this time, he was already exhausted, and if he forcibly cast the ultimate, the end would be quite tragic, and it could almost be said that it would be absolutely nine deaths. Although he knew the consequences very well, if he didn't sacrifice himself now, he would have to sacrifice the army below, he had to make a choice, and in the end he was still ready to kill himself without hesitation.

The specialty of this prophet of the bear clan is a storm, in fact, it is a tornado, after he cast the spell, in the most dense place of the monster, suddenly there were three more tornadoes with a thickness of tens of meters, and the suction of each tornado was very large, even if it looked at a large lizard that could weigh dozens of tons, it could still be swept up hundreds of meters in the sky, and it would basically wait for it to become meat sauce when it fell at such a height.

In fact, many of these monsters can float and other spells, but when their bodies are blown by the wind and rotate at high speed, who can put spells? The feeling of dizziness accompanied them until they fell to their deaths. It's really "fainted" to death!

The three tornadoes raged in the crowd for about half a minute, and most of the monsters could not escape the doom of being blown into the sky, and most of the monsters that fell under the control of the prophet also smashed into the heads of the monsters, causing some heavy casualties, especially the beetles, because the blood in their bodies was extremely flammable. It burned worse than oil, so when they fell, they exploded as soon as they fell on the rocks, and it was very violent, killing and injuring the monsters around them, as if they were full of explosives in their stomachs.

After casting the spell, the prophet was carried down, and Poor Dao admired a man like him the most, although he didn't know whether he was friend or foe in the future, but I still couldn't bear to call him dead like this, so Poor Dao took out a small bottle of amethyst honey. He handed it to the Great Prophet Star-God, and said, "Give this to the Prophet, it should save his life." ”

"What is this?" the Great Prophet Star-God took it and sniffed it, and immediately said with emotion: "Amethyst honey! Thank you so much, go and eat it for Toby!" As he spoke, he gave the honey to a leopard retinue beside him, and the guy took it. disappeared in a flash, the speed was so fast that Heat couldn't see the trajectory of his movement, the speed of the leopard clan really deserved to be the first in the beast clan!

"Lord Lord is so generous, my beast clan feels the same way!" "Beast Emperor Star Dependent-Beamon also said sincerely: "If there is a dispatch in the future, the beast clan will go all out!"

"Huh. The two adults are polite!" Poor Dao smiled: "It's just a gesture, it's nothing." ”

"Nothing?" the Great Prophet Star Dependent-God saw that the battle below was quite stable, and he was relieved. He smiled wryly at me, "Could it be that in your human race, amethyst honey is nothing?"

"Hehe, in the human race, I get some occasionally, but I haven't heard of anyone else!"

"My lord is really blessed!" said the Great Prophet Star Dependent-God with a little envy: "There are also some amethyst bees in the Forest of Warcraft, but we just can't pick honey, and Beamon can sting it out when he enters, these guys are too perverted!"

"Oh! Bimon can't stand it?" asked Poor Dao, slightly curious. In fact. Although I asked a little strangely, but I was just pretending to be stupid, thinking about my time, I couldn't even stand it, what is Beamon? Ordinary amethyst bees are third-level earth demonic beasts, and those thorns and poisons all have the attributes of breaking the defense and breaking the law. With their huge size, it is not a big problem to fall hundreds of thousands of bees at the same time, relying on the defense of the flesh alone, it is basically impossible to resist the attack of hundreds of thousands of third-level demonic beasts!

"yes, Bimon can't stand it. When the Great Prophet Star-God said this, he opened his mouth to ask how I got it, but he was too embarrassed to ask about such a confidential matter. So there is some hesitation. At this time, the situation below suddenly changed a little, and he immediately threw this fork aside and concentrated on watching the battle.

Because the tornado of the Bear Prophet just now took out most of the monsters, so the orc troops regained the upper hand and killed the remaining monsters almost, at this time, the small leaders around the space gate, as if they had received some order, shouted in unison, and rushed up together with dozens of the strongest subordinates around them, obviously they were making a final effort.

The small bosses counted nine demon lords, five huge evil eyes with a diameter of six or seven meters, three giant lizards, three oversized zimeras and two large beetles, a total of 22 ninth-level demonic beasts, and each small boss also brought three or five of his subordinates to participate in the battle. There were only one hundred and eighty monsters in total, but the attack they launched was definitely much more ferocious than any previous one.

The orcs obviously knew that such a thing had happened, so the preparations had already been made, and as soon as the monsters below moved, several fortresses on the mountain immediately opened their gates, one by one, Beamon, lined up, each Beamon had a knight of the Beamon royal family on his back, I carefully belonged, hehe, it's really no more, no less, exactly 22.

"Oh my God, you have so many Beamons!" Poor Dao looked a little dizzy. Ninth-level demonic beasts are rare in the human race, and there are only three in the whole continent now, except for my Gai Ci and my grandmother's Katyusha, even Xianya's Bimeng still robbed the human beast clan. Now the beast clan can still come up with so many beamons, and the beast emperor and the great prophet must also have them, and the Riva who has been trained outside also has them, so it's 25, it's really too scary, right?

"Alas, this is all we can do now, if only Riva were here and Beamon of Flame hadn't been lost. The Great Prophet Star Dependent-God said worriedly: "One-on-one, our odds of winning are not very great!"

Poor Dao thought with a dark smile in his heart, hehe, if the flame of Beamon is not lost, then what will Xianya do?

At this time, the battle below had broken out in full swing, and the two super-powerful armies met halfway up the mountainside, and the orc troops there had withdrawn early in the morning. The collision of ninth-level demonic beasts is destined to be earth-shattering, and ordinary soldiers can only be burdensome there. Not only did they withdraw, but I even found that there were many fewer knights who actually participated in the battle, and only masters of the Sword God level were eligible to participate in such a big scene.

Even if the Sword Saint goes up, it is purely to find death, and it is most likely to be controlled by the evil eye, so the sword god does not have to worry about the mind control of the evil eye, so let them go, those Beamon royal families at the level of the Sword Saint can only command their own Beamon to fight from afar. And the sword god-level masters of other races in the beast clan also participated in the battle, such as the minotaur patriarch Garmande and the patriarch of the Na Flail clan, Moon Shadow, who also participated in the battle. Poor Dao counted carefully, and all of them added up to less than thirty.

The confrontation between the ninth-level demonic beasts was really fierce, and before the two parties could face each other, the orcs had been baptized by the spells of the human family first, the demon lord's flame blasting technique, the beetle's pillar of fire, the chimera's acid, the evil eye's spiritual detonation, and even the big lizard spit out two mouthfuls of poisonous smoke. Fortunately, the orcs are all flexible guys, most of the spell attacks have been dodged, and a few group of injury spells have relied on fighting spirit, as for Beamon, none of these spells can pose a threat to them, so they rushed directly in the rain of bullets.

After getting close, it is Beamon's world, except for the big lizard and the beetle worm, the other monsters immediately run away when they see Beamon approaching. If Beamon didn't chase him, he turned back to spell and waited, playing guerrilla tactics. The big lizard and the beetle worm are both thick-skinned creatures, and Beamon doesn't care if he scratches his skin. The evil eye in the back can help them heal their wounds, and it can also help them add an invisible magic shield, so they dare to stalemate with Beamon head-on.

The Chimera flying in the sky has been attacking Beamon, and the orcs are almost blank in the air, and the dead and wounded of the flying dragons are already in single digits, and there are already single digits that can fight, which is not enough for people to fight. As for the thunder beasts, the almost non-stop release of lightning for a day and a night has exhausted all their strength, and now it is difficult to put a small electric spark, and there is no hope at all.

As for the Beast Emperor and the Great Prophet, they must not be able to move, because there are still advanced classes that may appear in the back than these guys. Even if they spend even a little bit of strength now, it is very likely to lead to their defeat in the final battle, and their defeat will also mean the defeat of the beast clan, so they definitely dare not move now.

In this way, the situation on the entire battlefield is very unfavorable for the orcs. There is an air force in the sky to help on the monster's side, a younger brother on the ground to help, and the troops are also fully equipped and reasonable, the close-range meat shield is a large lizard and a beetle, the treatment is the evil eye, and the long-range spell attack has the evil demon and the Chimera. Orcs, by contrast, are a bunch of warriors, plus a tired, half-dead Prophet Beamon, and nothing else!

If the situation continues to develop like this, the orcs are dead, they are dead, can the poor road be better? At this time, I can no longer sit idly by. I finally found an ally, and the amethyst honey was put in, if it was so unclear that it was gone, I wouldn't have to die of depression?