When Hantuo woke up from his vision, he found himself lying alone on the cold floor of the temple. The palm of the girl's hand, which was still warm a moment ago, contrasted sharply with the cold touch of the floor at this time. The difference was so huge that it even made Hantuo begin to doubt the authenticity of everything before.

However, at this time, Han Tuo held it in his hand, and the beautiful, strong and sharp sword gave Han Tuo an affirmative answer.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Then, you can't just fall into it, you must cheer up, and you can be worthy of the people who have silently and selflessly paid for all this.

So he got up from the ground and came to Hantuo, who was outside the temple, and saw the direction of the village gate, which was as bright as a large number of fireworks.

It was all the light of the battle between Gumon and Raeder, and the two powerful warriors who transcended ordinary concepts both emitted a dazzling light that stunned all the creatures present.

White and near-black magical rays are intertwined with each other, like patterns of high-speed rotating tai chi, making it difficult to distinguish between them. The sound of fists entering flesh made a low sound like a drum. As a **********, she laughed heartlessly, allowing Gu Meng's fist with white magic that was quite dangerous for her to hit her body, leaving bruises and even a puddle of blood. He ignored it completely, even giving up his defenses, and just enjoying the battle.

The spring-like magic power spewed out from the surface of Gu Meng's body, and then spread all over his body, repairing the damage caused by the Demon King's perverted attack power, and also strengthening his own body functions. The scars all over his body were like bewitching tattoos, dancing with his movements, depicting a heroic sword dance that belonged to a warrior.

The two of you have come and gone, and I have to say that Gu Meng's skills as a magician are superb, and his skillful use of magic power to strengthen himself and heal his wounds has given him an advantage in the physical confrontation that he is not familiar with. On the other hand, the Demon King's side is just a muscular fool who can only use brute force.

However, Gumeng was gradually defeated.

"Tsk!" the white-haired old man snorted in exasperation at the increasing pressure.

Obviously, he has an advantage in both speed, strength, and recovery ability, but under the fierce will to fight, he has been made up for and even surpassed himself.

This is the Demon King.

The more painful the wound, the more unfavorable the disadvantage, but instead of weakening his combat power, it will make him stronger and stronger. A creature that can't be judged by common sense.

The area where the two men were fighting was separated by a large space, forming a large circle that would allow them to exert themselves. Then the soldiers of the two sides brazenly clashed together.

The elves used their magic power to shoot at the orc knights who rushed towards them, knocking down a few in front of them, only to be pushed sideways by the orcs behind them as inner shields. Ignoring the blood stains on the ground that were getting longer and longer, and the shredded flesh that they carried with their spears and smeared on the way of the charge, there was only a thirst for the elven killing and flesh in front of them.

The so-called Warcraft is such a creature, with no sense of companionship at all, only an innate wild instinct. That's why the demons will be disgusted by the many races in the Gadia continent, but the strength of the demons created by the primitive law of the jungle cannot be ignored.

The elven warriors who watched this scene had a strong sense of vomiting, and shot at the orcs who rushed towards the opposite side one after another, but all of them hit the corpses that had died at the beginning, and the damage to the subsequent orcs was very small.

As they approached the place of the shot, the elven warriors in white armor leaped over the shoulders of their long-range attacking companions in front of them, and burst into the orc forces below with ferocious killing intent—they had all been here to fight the temple warriors who had been guarding the temple.

At the same time, the archers who had been attacking in front of them quickly retreated, and the golden-armored warriors holding their swords stepped forward, all of them bowed their heads at the most dangerous moment, dodged a shot from the orcs, and slashed the legs of the orcs with the force of turning, knocking them down with a bang.

There are also those who have not escaped.

An elf who had been stabbed through the chest by a spear stubbornly brandished the sword in his hand, with an ugly and obscene smile, and the half-orc head was clearly in front of his eyes, but out of reach. The power of life has been dissipating rapidly, but the consciousness of being a warrior has allowed him to maintain the last trace of fighting strength.

A light yellow feathered arrow came at it, and the precision and force of the shot broke the iron spear that the arrow touched. The elf piercing the heart whirled in mid-air, and its whole body was in a state of detachment, only the long knife in its hand was still tightly held.

At this moment, the force of the last heart creep pressed the blood all over the body, as if a withered tree was rejuvenated. With the dignity of a warrior for the last time, he swung his long knife with the force of his rotation and kicked away the orc's outstretched arm, plunging the knife deep into the orc's throat.

Then they fell to the ground with a thud, the orcs clawing at their throats with long knives and screaming in rage. The elf in the golden armor maintained the posture of stabbing the orc to death with a knife in both hands, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

At the last moment, he murmured in a faint breath to the swaying blond-haired figure that was looking away from the darkening field of vision, and without turning his head away for the next battle:

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

The faint voice should have been unheard, but Lifa did. And yet nothing could be done.

Heart-piercing injuries were irreversible in such a critical situation, and the only way to do that was to let him die with the dignity of a warrior.

Although Lifa's heart ached like a tear, and she was so unwilling that she wanted to simply sit down and cry, Lifa still forcibly suppressed her feelings. Now that everyone is in a bitter battle, they must not make weak expressions if they have the ability.

No matter how much you regret it afterwards.

The orcs in front of them seemed to see that Lifa was a big fish, and rushed over with a giant axe. The elves on the side found out, so they shot feathered arrows to support Lifa, hoping that the orc would be able to dodge and slow down the sprint to relieve Lifa's pressure.

But it was all blocked by the armor held up by its surging muscles, and it didn't work at all.

Take a closer look at this orc who is a whole circle larger than the others, and both in terms of size and muscles. As the leader of the three hundred knights, it seemed that except for the monster in the middle of the battlefield who was beating each other with the Demon King, the other elves were not its opponents at all.

That's why it chose Lifa as its opponent, out of confidence in its own strength, which made it dare to challenge any creature on this battlefield.

However, perhaps it was the long-term high position that blinded its warrior intuition - it could instinctively judge the huge difference in combat power of the enemy, not to mention that it did not see Fang Cai Lifa fighting with one enemy and three enemies.

What's more, it's to deal with Lifa who is in a state of rage.

So when the leader of the orcs sprinted towards her, Lifa, who had a gloomy face, raised her head slightly and frowned.