As soon as the rabbit man kicked his legs, the earth and rocks under his feet flew away, and he rushed towards this side with a strong fighting momentum.

This kind of scene seems familiar, and the same action of the Marquis-level Wind Demon not long ago is the same.

However, the difference in power is too great, and the wind demon's leg blow is like a cannon. Compared to this, although the rabbit man's leg strength is amazing, it is still within the scope of coping.

If you can deal with it, you will have a solution.

The rabbit man who ran in front of him kicked at a speed that was impossible to discern with the naked eye, and at the same time, the shadow demon behind him also wound silently.

The essence of defense is not how to accurately shoot down the enemy's attacks, but how to protect one's body to the maximum.

The sword technique based on this principle: [May Rain, Random Drape Style Block].

The swinging shadow of the sword formed a brief protection on the surface of Han Taku's body, and both of the rabbit man's kicks ended in the process of sparking with the blade, and he was shocked back a few steps by the reaction force of his strength.

Hantuo then turned, dodging a silent thrust from behind, elbowing down the pitch-black attacker. The Shadow Demon fluttered its swarthy limbs like a spider on the ground in a frenzy in an attempt to escape, and Hantuo stepped on several overlapping arms, making a crunching sound like he had stepped on wood.

The oncoming rabbit man jumped high and slashed off Han Tuo's head with his hind heel in the position of a windmill. Han Tuo, who responded to this, lifted one foot that stepped on the Shadow Demon's arm with a small jump like a rubber band, just dodging the blade it stabbed, and stepped on the spot with the other foot, stopping the Shadow Demon's intention to take this opportunity to escape.

The retracted leg was raised high, clinging to the pink thigh that the bunny man had chopped off, and kicked it in the body first.

A dangerous kick like a machete grazed the tip of Hantuo's nose, and the rabbit man who was kicked in the abdomen by Hantuo flew backwards. The rabbit man who fell to the ground immediately wanted to turn over and stand up, but was hit by the shadow demon who was thrown by Han Tuo's neck.

And when the rabbit man hurriedly pushed away the shadow demon on his body, Han Tuo had already come to his side, and pierced the two with the holy sword in his hand. The aura of pure white light attached to the holy sword was like an incurable poisonous medicine to the demons, like a soldering iron burning violently in the wound.

Both the Shadow Fiend and the Bunny let out a rapid, fierce scream before their breath dissipated. Han Tuo pulled out the sword and waved it casually, and the dark blood that stuck to the sword body spread out around Han Tuo in a fan shape. He looked around vigilantly, jumped on the branch again, and continued his search for enemy pursuers.

Such skirmishes are everywhere in the forest, and sometimes the two sides are too fierce to attract nearby forces to participate, and the winner is finally decided in a short period of time.

Although he lost his home, his cherished relatives and friends walked on the road in good shape. In this way, all the elven warriors felt relieved at the same time, but also held back a wave of anger in their hearts, out of the desire to vent, the battles that took place in the forest to block the enemy generally won more and lost less, and they were kept behind, winning precious time for the migration of the troops in front.

When he saw that in the gap in the light at the edge of the forest, a human knight in armor rushed to help, Han Tuo was visibly relieved. Now that humans and elves, who are allies of each other, have converged, it means that the most difficult time has passed.

Behind the knights who came to the rescue, there was a wooden sentry tower towering over the plain outside the forest, and a middle-aged man with serious eyes was standing on the sentry platform and looking into the distance.

The order for rescue was issued by him, with cold eyebrows, a burly body, and a large calloused hand holding the sword at his waist, indicating that he was also a skilled swordsman as a leader. The silent strong man exuded his own unique momentum and courage, so that several heralds behind him were bathed in huge coercion, and gritted his teeth to barely maintain his etiquette in front of the chief so that his knees would not weaken.

Behind the outpost was a large camp of human armies stationed in place. War horses neighed in the stables, and the sergeants who came and went were strong and strong, and behind the camp were a steady stream of heavy cattle and horses brought in from afar.

There are magicians who dry huge magic scrolls on the sun-drenched plains, and around the camp, there are human swordsmen who run back and forth around the camp to exercise themselves. Next to the army camp, there is even another camp for all kinds of adventurers to come and station in the form of volunteers. Although these adventurers do not have the constraints of an army, they are strong in individual combat effectiveness, and they are also a good help in certain situations.

At the same time, the armies of elves and orcs who came from afar are also advancing to this side, as long as they converge, the three-body alliance to fight against the demons together will be formed, and at that time, they will definitely form a more powerful combat force.

The thirteenth [War of Men and Demons] is about to begin.

Han Tuo led the elven troops to the plain beyond the forest, and when he looked around, he found that he was not the only one who escaped from the [Mire Forest]. Attacked by the demon army, inhabiting this forest, the elves and orcs of other branches also migrated out in a hurry at this time.

It's just that Han Tuo couldn't bear to look at it anymore after looking at it for a while, because without the resistance of a powerful existence like Gu Meng and the correct leadership of a strong warrior to lead everyone away in the later stage, it was already clear what losses these poor tribes had suffered.

I don't even know if some of the elven and orc tribes have been silenced forever in this swamp-like devouring forest.

Han Tuo clenched his fists in remorse, and gritted his teeth because he was too unwilling. Behind him, Avell put his hand on his shoulder and patted him gently, simply expressing comfort.

Then Gumeng, who was carried on a stretcher by his clansmen, woke up in a coma and saw the tears of surprise from his granddaughter Lifa, who had been watching over him, at first glance. Then the frail old man trembled and raised his hand, took his granddaughter's hand, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Quick...... Help me put that ...... Blue-eyed teenager ...... Call here. ”

The old man has dedicated his life to the cause of fighting the demons.

As the commander of the army, the middle-aged man stood on the sentry post, watching the soldiers who had been bloodied in the forest gradually join the army, and after their families were properly settled, these soldiers usually broke out bloody and were not afraid of life and death to fight with the demons, which was a help that could not be ignored.

His gaze swept over where Han Tuo was.

At this time, he didn't pay too much attention to the young man in front of him.

The steady stream of personnel arriving in the rear also illustrates the increasing strength of their own side, and even two armies of almost equal size are on their way to this side.

However, as a commander-in-chief, he could not be happy.

There was a note that had been clutched in his hand for a long time, and the note representing the latest military information had been soaked back and forth several times with layers of sweat.

Just yesterday night, the [Apocalypse] City, not far from here, fell.