Elio looked up, and he saw from a distance the gray-robed warlock standing on the city wall, this guy didn't seem to be afraid of falling spell light lines, water jets, electric arcs, and flames, but just looked at him coldly with those black eyes, as if the dense cavalry regiment was not an enemy, but a dead corpse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He shuddered subconsciously, but immediately came back to his senses: there may be less than a thousand people left in Paliwa City, and how many people can summon little monsters?

If they had enough strength, they could have torn everyone to pieces at the very beginning of the war, rather than waiting for the cavalry regiment to rush under the city gates. They cast the bait, while also exposing their weaknesses.

As soon as the Attendants used the elements to incapacitate these little creatures, as they did in Iron Mountain, the Templars used their swords of light and heat to break open their bellies, and they would turn back into mud.

Elio took the eagle in his hand, yes, it spared the blood of the apostates, it also cut off their heads, they were not terrible at all, they were nothing but flesh and blood, and when they rushed through the gates, they had no way to escape, so they could hang them one by one on the tower, and chain them up to dry them in the wind.

Anyone who passes by the city of Paliwa will see a row of sun-dried skeletons, dancing to the sound of rusty iron, and no civilians will dare to rebel against the imperial capital in the future—yes, so do it.

These cruel thoughts gave Elio some courage, but his illusions were shattered immediately.

The situation changed suddenly, and the acolytes hiding in the jungle were violently attacked because they shifted their targets, and the mages of Deep Valley City, who had been suppressed for a while, used all their strength to cast attack spells, not letting go of any of the low bushes that were moving, and the spell light streaks poured down in the forest like a flood.

James glanced into the woods, and although he could not see the Sacred Acolytes in hiding, he knew in his heart that more and more souls had converted to the true gods, and the number of living people left on the battlefield was decreasing.

Everything can only rely on the sword in your hand.

The Iron Demon had already rushed to the Templar's horses, whose sword had the effect of deepening damage and tearing wounds, burning all unclean things.

Undeterred, James swung his sword at the sleek, shiny head - however, the little monsters were not split in half as before, and the Templars heard only a muffled sound of metal clashing, and the blade glowed golden, as if to melt the round head a little, oozing orange-red molten fluid.

However, he couldn't go down any longer, and the blade was clung to by the steel monster, and then, like a monkey, it clamped the sword between its legs and opened its big scarlet mouth!

James couldn't believe what was happening in front of him! He grinned as the faceless monster grinned as if it had found something delicious and a toy to play, and then, with its row of sharp steel teeth, plunged into the blade of the sword, which glowed with golden light, and gnawed a row of round holes!

And the head that was cut off just now was only a small silver-gray crack!

James was horrified, and he couldn't help but subconsciously think that without the caster, these dwarf monsters were completely invincible enemies!

He flicked the hilt of his sword in a panic, but the silver monster was like a thousand pounds, unable to get rid of it. It held the long sword and gnawed hard, and its mouth made a sound similar to biting a crunchy bean, and in a short time it swallowed the entire long sword and climbed to the hilt!

James was startled, and hurriedly threw the hilt of the sword on the ground, and the monster opened its mouth wide, chirp, and ate the hilt of the sword!

The absence of the sword was tantamount to turning his back on the gods, but it saved the life of the Templar Commander—all around him, the silver figures had already passed through the flames, lying on the horse's legs, clinging to the sword!

As long as they touch something moving, these guys will eat everything. Their gray-silver steel pillars swallowed the steel sword like a shortbread, and the horse's legs were not even bone-left, and the frightened horses did not listen to the command of the horseman, dragging their bloody legs around wildly!

And these dwarf monsters used their swords and sharp thorns to break open the horse's belly, and the excrement and internal organs flowed down from their smooth heads, but they were not satisfied, and threw themselves on the ground and gnawed, and before long, they swallowed all the minced meat and the fallen horses.

The Templars, who did not escape, suffered a terrible end, as they were crushed to the ground by several iron figurines, who first stripped their armor and flesh, two sliced the cold steel into pieces, chewed it with their teeth and swallowed it with their mouths, and chased after those who staggered and fled in the dirt and blood.

The Templars, covered in mud and blood, naked, shouted frantically, and they took off their iron boots, threw away their matching swords, and ran as fast as they could, over the severed legs and the bones of Bai Sensen, and ran backwards.

However, in an instant, they were overtaken by the silver figures around them, and the steel monsters bit at their thighs and one of their organs, pulling the escapees backwards with all their might.

The process was extremely rapid, and the attackers kept letting out a pig-killing wail, and they endured the sharp pain of being eaten in their feet, abdomen, and chest, because the time was so short, and the nerve reflexes still made them feel the pain. Until the end, the silver monster bites off their necks and heads, leaving only a little crumb.

"Run, run!" The still alive mouths were covered in blood, and they used their last strength to deliver the message.

The front line looked like a steppe infested by marching ants, and the silver waves were surging in waves, and everywhere they went, all the men and horses standing tall fell to the ground in an instant, swallowed up by the silver waves!

James, who threw away the knight's sword, took the few remaining Templars with him and fled to the sides as fast as he could.

However, their escape path was not smooth, the civilian army had regained their breath, they had restored order, and even regained their morale, standing on the city wall, and began to release the Holy Fire Curse en masse!

It was a nightmare for those who were bent on evacuating the terrible front! The horses faltered in front of the rising nets of fire, and as soon as the sword slashed a path through the fire, the silver monster rushed at them and grabbed the horse's legs!

The wails came from the fire, audible in distorted tones of extreme pain—countless voices rang out, and countless more came to an end, and went on and on, accompanied by the terrible screams, and the stench of cooked meat, grease, and blood.

But when the flames were extinguished, there was nothing to see except rows of dancing silver figures, and crimson-scorched soil!

"Retreat, retreat!" the commander shouted.

"Run, get out!" the soldiers responded, fear contagious like a disease, and in an instant the legion of thousands of men was like an epilepsy, and the horses slammed around, trampling the corpses, and trampling the fallen comrades into meat sauce. (To be continued.) )