Wall III gasped for breath and a harsh sound came out of his throat, but he felt very calm and extremely focused.

Avoiding a mercenary wielding a spear with great skill, he grabbed the hilt of the spear with his left arm and grabbed it with his left hand.

Grasping the spear tightly, Wall III leaped into the arms of his opponent and slit the throat of his enemy with his long knife.

The corpse fell to the ground with its head on its back, and with a soft "thud", the brilliant aura of magic that wrapped around it was annihilated.

"The thirteenth," Wall III raised his long knife and licked the blood from his throat, "just hold on a little longer......

As a sergeant major, he has a clear understanding of the Purgatory Oder army, and is well aware of its strengths and weaknesses.

The encounter that was going on now, in his opinion, was simply the last thing that the Infernal Elders should avoid.

There is no advantage at all, and even because of the wings, it is easy to fall behind when fighting on the ground.

But like his companions, Wall III struggled to hold on, believing in the pre-battle claims of the demon leader of Abysharon.

"Lord Mopadib is coming soon, we just need to hold on for a few more moments, powerful reinforcements are about to arrive!"

For the so-called "reinforcements", the Purgatory Olds can mostly guess what they are, and they have full confidence in the reinforcements.

After all, it was a legion of five-colored dragons, and no matter what kind of kobold people had a kind of respect for dragons.

Besides, the situation on this battlefield is actually not too bad, and Purgatory Erd, which has the ability to regenerate, is actually not too weak.

If it were only those mortal mercenaries, with a little more effort, the army of Purgatory Ord would probably be the final victors.

Although Wall III admits that in the course of the fight, those mortals seem to have been improving in terms of tactical tactics.

But even so, their physical strength and energy are limited, and it is impossible for them to survive the creatures of the purgatory-blood.

In fact, by nearly half an hourglass of engagement so far, most of the mortal mercenaries should have been very tired.

Only certain special races, or tough classes like Warrior Monk or Rock Warrior, are now the "pillars".

And this Sergeant Major of Purgatory, along with other officers of the same class, constantly searched for such a target on the battlefield.

They are only responsible for dealing with the "Pillars", and after losing the "Pillars", the other mortal mercenaries will be handed over to the ordinary Infernal Oder.

Wall III's gaze wandered, and he immediately found two or three orc wolf cavalrymen who still looked like they were still strong, "That's you." ”

Grabbing a handful of thistles from the skin on his waist, he immediately paced in the direction of the orc wolf cavalry, silently.

In a melee, it is very difficult to carry out targeted strikes without alarming others, but Wall III, with his experience and skill, has always been able to skillfully avoid the crowd.

Walking to the right distance, he aimed a few steps in front of the target, raised his hand to throw the thistle, and cast a spell-like ability to hinder the opponent's vision.

"Darkness!"

A cloud of spells like ink quickly enveloped the orc wolf cavalry, and their brains hesitated slightly as they suddenly lost their sight.

And on the battlefield, any hesitation is fatal.

Those orc wolf cavalry paid the price for this, and the dire wolf mounts, which they regarded as brothers, did not stop their steps and all stepped on the thistle.

"Whew!"

Several dire wolves let out a terrible howl, and they broke free from the orc's reins and ran away uncontrollably.

In order to appease the mounts under them, several orcs leaned to the back of the dire wolf, wrapping their strong arms around the thick neck of the dire wolf.

In this way, even if they left the area shrouded in darkness, they would not have time to find out who had caused them.

"Poof"......

Wall III followed behind a wolf cavalryman, jumped on the back of the dire wolf while he was unprepared, and plunged the long knife into the heart of the orc.

Rao is an orc is known for his physique, and his heart is broken and he can't live anymore, and the wolf cavalry falls to the side and falls.

Then the Purgatory Ode spread its wings—not flying—and glided out with a hard kick on both legs.

Although he couldn't lift into the air, he still used the way of gliding to quickly get behind the other wolf cavalry.

Prepare to do just that.

However, what he didn't expect was that a long axe stretched out from the oblique stab, blocking the long knife he handed out without allowing a shot.

With a "click", a hole immediately shattered on the top of the long knife, and the huge force from it almost made its weapon out of his hand.

It turned out that a Goliath warrior somehow approached and intervened in time to save the lives of the orc wolf cavalry.

"Damn it!"

Wall III cursed in his heart, and if the sneak attack was unsuccessful, he was not ready to fight, but wanted to get out and leave quickly.

However, the rhythm of the attack was interrupted, and its body appeared to stiffen for a short time, and the Goliath warrior naturally did not let go of this opportunity.

As the saying goes, "one inch long, one inch strong".

With only a slight reversal of direction, the long-handled axe avoided the long knife's obstruction, and slashed at the neck of Wall III in an arc.

He had no choice but to throw out his spiky tail and use the tip of his chitin tail to stop death for himself.

The blade of the plate axe cut off the tail of Wall III, and directly slashed it upside down, flying out of the digital distance.

Purgatory Oder is not a gecko, although a broken tail can still slowly regenerate, but the pain will not be less.

After landing, he endured the pain of his broken tail and quickly protected the long knife on his chest to guard against the other party's possible immediate pursuit.

Several orcs who had dealt with the leg injuries of the dire wolf had also gathered around at this time, looking as if they were going to devour Wall III alive.

Just when he was thinking about whether to use the "Dark Magic" type spell ability again, an inexplicable feeling arose.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

Wall III felt a familiar aura, the essence of life, which gave him an urge to bow down and obey.

Because that's the breath of a dragon - when faced with a dragon, all kobolds are inherently unable to resist the mood.

Of course, in addition to him, most of the dragonborn creatures present, including Abysharon Demon and Half-Dragonman, also felt the breath of the dragon.

The aura was so huge, it was obvious that it wasn't just a giant dragon coming, it was very likely that the dragon army had come out of the nest.

Quis, who was hiding in the mushroom forest and had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, naturally felt the arrival of a large number of his kind.

It's just that the young blue dragon who turned into a human form has no joy or sadness on his face, and there is not even the slightest excess emotion.

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