The two groups of War School and Mountain Bandits work together surprisingly well when facing the Dinosaur Turtles, but it turns out that sometimes working together is not always effective. The www.biquge.info of the Twin Dire Turtles were repeatedly defeated in the face of the super third-order strength of the twin dinosaurs, which also made Hergil feel puzzled, he had also hunted the Beastmaster in other places with the leader before, but unless it was a rare breed of Warcraft Beastmaster, they were all very weak in the new period.

But this twin dinosaur tortoise is not at all like a newly promoted beastmaster, its ability is not like the new beastmaster will emit great fluctuations, and it is also very experienced in the use of Warcraft's combat skills, all in all, this is a real third-order Warcraft, without any water.

Just when everyone felt powerless, a group of people suddenly appeared, and they were lined up in an orderly formation. It must have been the aristocratic power of a nearby town, and Hegil recognized it at a glance. He didn't pay much attention to the vase-like private soldiers. What he cared about was a young man with a hairy dog who looked like a mercenary in the group. In the light of the fire, he could see that the man's eyes were more like those of a demonic beast than the twin dinosaurs, and the desire to fight and shed blood seemed to be revealed out of nowhere.

After receiving the order from his employer, the young mercenary happily drew the long sword that hung diagonally on his back, it was a real "long sword", generally a sword of 140 cm to 150 cm is already a long sword, and his sword was at least 230 cm. It was very exaggerated, much larger than his own, and it was hard to imagine how well such a sword could be used in battle.

But he just did it.

The Dire Turtle King's head can stick out of a rather exaggerated length, enough to quickly sweep or nibble at anyone on the battlefield, but it's nighttime, and its vision is very limited, so he will only attack targets that are constantly moving, such as the mercenary who runs like him with a long sword. Everyone else stood still to see how far the mercenary could go.

The mercenary didn't give the others a chance to see the joke, he dodged the turtle king's head with his speed lightly, and when it quickly swept its head back again to bite him, he even stabbed the long sword into the long neck without hurrying, and the whole person held the sword on it, which caused the turtle king to roar in pain.

Hegill was dumbfounded, how could this be? The most troublesome thing about this turtle king was its defense, not to mention the hard shell, every inch of the skin on its body was like a rock formation, and the weapon was difficult to penetrate. And the young mercenary broke through its defenses without any pressure. What's going on?

Only Douglas, who wielded a long sword, knew that first of all, his sword was definitely a fierce blade, and for a person of his rank, the power that his body could burst out after being transformed by battle spirit was already jaw-dropping. The most important thing is his combat skill, Dark Melt. Since it was night, the others couldn't see the faint purple mist above the blade.

The Turtle King retracted his head, trying to bump into the person hanging around his neck.

Douglas followed the Turtle King's movements, and sent himself onto the turtle shell with the force of his sword, and he dragged the sword to run over the turtle shell full of uneven rocks. The extra-long sword dragged on the turtle's shell, and the turtle king seemed to be afraid of him to continue running, stretching out his wounded long head and biting it on his back, and from time to time his mouth spewed out nail sand.

The rough nail sand is not like ordinary sand, it is a more advanced combat skill among the earth-based demonic beasts, and the pile of sand that spews out is like nails, as long as it is rubbed, the rubbed part will be as if it has been scratched by hundreds of thin nails. Hegill had learned how powerful it was in previous battles, and until now he still had a bloody patch on his left leg. And he looked at the young mercenary again, and in the face of the nail sand, he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly swept the sword, and the nail sand that flew towards him disappeared into the air. This is the difference in strength.

It is worth mentioning that when the nail sand falls on the turtle shell, it will not slip off but will be nailed to it to strengthen the protection of the turtle shell.

The Turtle King poked his head out again to match Douglas's intentions, and he held his hand on a notch in the body of the long sword, which was not a blade, and he grabbed it tightly and pulled it out with the power of battle. No, it should be said that the two swords were separated, and it turned out that the extra-long part of the long sword was actually another short sword. He threw the short sword wrapped in the power of his dark attribute battle spirit at the turtle king's head, and the combat skill: String Moon Kill, that was the combat skill carried by the Horcrux long sword in his hand.

The short sword spun and flew towards the turtle king's head, drawing a crescent moon in the air before flying back to Douglas, he raised the long sword, and the short sword that flew back was naturally connected back.

"Roar ......" the turtle king screamed, and his head hit the ground.

At this point, another head sticks out of the turtle's shell, yes, each twin dinosaur turtle has two heads. The new head devoured the severed head in one gulp, and when it was swallowed, it let out a high-pitched howl, and its whole body swelled, as if it had eaten its own flesh to stimulate its potential.

It stomped its foot so hard that the ground turned into sand, forming a whirlpool of quicksand, and everyone could feel a pull from it. However, this vortex only slowed down the movement of the people, and as long as they were far enough away, they would not be sucked into it. But then, the ground began to erupt upwards irregularly, due to the sluggishness, it was really difficult to dodge the nail sand, and the people on the battlefield began to retreat to the side, and they finally understood that the beastmaster who appeared this time was not as easy to mess with as they imagined.

And the person standing on the back of the Turtle King at this moment did not have any panic at all. He jumped up, then stabbed the sword into the turtle shell, and then he twisted the blade, and as the blade turned, the place on the turtle shell that he had dragged with the sword just now shattered, this is his proud skill: the ghost axis. It may not be useful to fight alone, but this skill is quite effective against large monsters.

As the purple bloomed in those cracks, the turtle king's strongest armor, the turtle shell, had been abolished. The twin Turtle King screamed and tried to escape, but suddenly another black shadow swept by, and it directly penetrated the only remaining giant head of the Turtle King, and of course the Turtle King died thoroughly.

Looking at the black shadow that came out halfway, it turned out to be a wolf, and its physique was only a little larger than the average timberwolf. However, its appearance is very different from that of a normal timberwolf, with some of its body hair tinged with a faint green tinge at the end, and its tail resembling a disembodied green mist that flutters as it swings. This is a poisonous wolf! It should live in the middle of the Mt. Kis, and its presence here at this moment can only mean that it is a monster that should fight against it.

People covet the Beastmaster because the Beastmaster, as the king of its kind, is prone to "soul miracles" when hunting it. Killing ordinary, low-level magical beasts is rare, if not impossible, soul miracles.

The so-called soul miracle is nothing more than the remnants of the soul power of the Warcraft, and the more powerful and rare the Warcraft soul power, the easier it is to remain. The remaining soul power may be transformed into the "original body" or "combat skill original body" of the magic possessed by the demonic beast, provided that they have it, of course. It is also possible to turn into a "Horcrux" unique to this Warcraft, in short, all of this is what people are desperate to get, but it is difficult to hunt ordinary Warcraft to have a "Soul Miracle".

Although the Warcraft is not the Beastmaster, it is also the best of the Warcraft, and there is a great possibility of killing it to cause a soul miracle. Then the mercenary's employer, the casually dressed nobleman, commanded him in a loud voice: "Douglas, catch up with it." ”

Douglas nodded and chased after him.

The outermost layer of the Chinkis Mountains

The sky was already a little brighter, and by the faint light at this time, Saza could see the dense group of demonic beasts in the forest not far away, and said: "At this time, I don't dare to cross the herd of demonic beasts, and if you are not careful, you will die without a place to be buried." ”

"Then wait here. The Demon Array Master also agreed, indeed, now the way back to the town has been blocked by the Demon Beasts, and now they can only wait for the Beast King to die in battle or the Battle of the Demon Beasts, and after the announcement is issued again, the Demon Beasts will return to the mountain range.

The three of them stopped in the shade of the tree, put down the man on their backs, and Saza sat down and stretched his waist, carrying all the way, and finally straightened.

And the tender chicken didn't make a sound all the way down, I don't know if it was because it was too weak, or something else.

"Squeak. The pickpocket monkey came out of nowhere and jumped in front of the three of them.

As soon as it appeared, Saza reacted and remembered what had just happened: "Where did you just go? Why were you being chased by that turtle?"

The monkey began to dance and squeak there, as if to tell a few people what had just happened. Although Saza didn't understand a word, he didn't mind having this living treasure for him to entertain and pass the time.

Suddenly, Saza felt a sinking behind him, but for a moment, he couldn't resist the force at all, and before he even had time to resist, he was already pressed to the ground. He felt that his back was so heavy that he couldn't move at all.

Fanny and the tender chicken next to her didn't react at all, everything happened too suddenly, and a wild wolf with a green tail suddenly subdued Saza. "Saza!" she exclaimed, before she even reacted.

If I'm not mistaken, this must have been the first time that the Demon Array Master had called him that, and Saza was surprised that she actually remembered his name, but he thought it was probably the last time he heard someone call his name.

Because his face was clinging to the grass, he could already see the saliva from the guy on the ground next to him, and the saliva was like poison, dripping on the grass and immediately causing the death of the vegetation. He struggled to turn his eyes sideways and saw the face of the guy on his back, the green fangs were really not difficult to recognize, it was exactly the same as the color picture in the book, it was a poisonous wolf. The other two are completely incapable of fighting power, and it is difficult to protect themselves, let alone save him.

"What are you looking at, run!" said Saza, knowing that there was no hope left, not that he was not afraid of death, but that he was really afraid. It's just that he really wants someone else to cry for him after his death, if they can survive.