At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun had risen, the three white hairs on Stanley's head were neatly combed, and the female elf Amy tightly held the arm of the lewd old man, and her face was full of spring love, not at all pure as the High Elf.

Not far away, the camp of the Five Clans Alliance was already in full battle, and although the pale-skinned Blood Clan had entered the coffin, the dayguards they hired were confronting Stanley's monster army along with the elves, dwarves, and human armies.

"Attack!"

Stanley whispered, and a three-armed troll, more than three meters tall and obviously a lot taller than its kind, slapped its own heart with its furry hand, roared, and took the lead in swinging its mace and rushing towards the Five Clans Alliance, and behind it, more three-armed trolls, elven traitors, dwarven traitors, and Stanley's numb guards also killed forward.

Franklin took a deep breath, muttered a spell in his mouth, and raised his hand, and a large red fireball erupted from his hand, flying and crashing into the giant three-armed monster that rushed to the front of the group.

The fireball slammed into the three-armed troll and exploded, shattering into smaller fireballs that splashed on the other monsters around it.

The giant three-armed troll howled and plopped to the ground, its whole body was burning with raging fire, and although the three-armed trolls splashed by the small fireballs around it did not die immediately, they were burned by the flames, and they jumped and screamed in pain, as if it was a group of dancing flames.

Franklin slightly blocked the monsters' offensive momentum this time, but the flame burst just now killed the enlarged version of the three-armed trolls and a number of pounced three-armed trolls, which used up almost one-third of the mana reserves in Franklin's body.

Delia then shouted, "All archers ready!"

Arrows rained down in a parabolic fashion into the running army of traitors and monsters, the three-armed trolls were fine, their sheer size allowed them to withstand more attacks, and some of the arrows went into their fat fat without hurting their internal organs.

Dwarves, High Elves, and Dark Elf traitors don't have such a fate, as long as they are shot in the stomach, all the people in the chest and head fall to the ground, and no one comes to treat them, just let them die in agony.

Already able to smell the stench on the three-armed troll's body, Gary, the lover chief, yelled, "Dwarven soldiers, come forward!"

The sturdy dwarven soldiers strode forward with their shields, and they were at the forefront of the formation with their shields, and only by using these strong dwarves as the first line of defense to rush directly into the opposite side could the coalition army not be overwhelmed.

The two teams finally collided together, like sulfuric acid poured into water, and there was a violent explosion, some dwarves were directly knocked into the air by the three-armed trolls, and when they fell to the ground, their stomachs spat out of their mouths, and other three-armed trolls were hit in the crotch by the dwarves with a stone hammer, and they let out a strange and sharp cry and fell to their knees on the ground, and then the dwarves smashed their heads with a hammer.

The coalition resisted the initial onslaught, with the High Elf mages taking advantage of the melee to take advantage of the melee to attack some of the intractable mutated three-armed trolls and the opposing elven mages, while the agile Dark Elves took the opportunity to assassinate some of the most powerful and seemingly mutated three-armed trolls, while the human soldiers took over the dwarven warriors with heavy casualties and fought each other.

However, there were too many three-armed trolls, and when they launched the charge, Franklin counted them, and the number was as much as twice the total number of people on his side, that is, Stanley's men plus the four rebels, there were nearly two thousand, and the single combat ability of these three-armed trolls exceeded that of ordinary human soldiers.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way back here, the coalition forces would have collapsed long ago.

The coalition forces were gradually surrounded by three-armed trolls and rebels, and countless swords, spears, and shadows surrounded them in the middle, gradually compressing. Stanley already had a victor's smile on his face, he didn't care about the rebels and the corpses of the three-armed trolls on the ground, these guys died when they died, as long as they could kill all the enemies.

"Looks like I don't need to do anything. Stanley laughed at the landlord Amy, this female goblin is not at all like those old-fashioned elves, and the style in bed is unforgettable.

The lewd old man laughed and was about to put his hand into Amy's breast, as if to play with the elven woman in full view.

Suddenly, Stanley had a premonition in his heart, he lifted Amy to a gear behind him, and a sharp cone composed of ice crystals appeared on Amy's chest, and the female elf looked at this affectionate guy who was still in bed yesterday in disbelief, and actually used herself as a shield, and questioned Stanley's words Before he could say anything, the breath of life quickly flowed out of Amy's eyes.

Throwing away the dead Amy, Stanley looked at the eyes of the visitor, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "It's you!"

"It's me. Philip waved his left hand, and a group of dark brown earth giants rose from the ground, and under the strong sunlight, he couldn't see the light from the summoning magic array on his left arm, it seemed that Philip waved his hand, and the earth giants appeared from the ground.

"Instantaneous summoning magic?" Stanley was jealous, elemental magic could still be instantaneous, but the instantaneous summoning of magic was almost against common sense, didn't this guy have to communicate with the summoned object?

Philip pointed at the coalition forces that were in chaos, dozens of dirt giants ran towards that side with their footsteps that made the earth rumble, they did not attack Stanley, and Stanley had no intention of attacking these earth giants, he just stared at Philip with his eyes.

"Hehe, you're so confident, you've wasted a lot of magic to summon these low-level dirt giants, it looks like you're confident in defeating me!"

Stanley was telling the truth, when two magicians, especially magicians of the same level, were fighting, it was definitely an extremely dangerous thing to waste mana casually.

Magicians of the same level, everyone is about the same level, sometimes one side fails not because the strength is not really inferior to the other, but a mistake, or a certain magic uses too much magic energy, and the other party seizes the opportunity and is defeated.

Philip summoned no less than thirty earth giants, which is almost the limit of what a high-level magician can summon, although Stanley heard that Philip is a great magician, but he consumes so much magic power at once, in Stanley's opinion, Philip simply looks down on him.

The obscene version of Sanmao roared angrily, stretched out a finger, and the fiery red light instantly shot towards Philip, and the scorching breath seemed to set the air on fire.