"The aura of the companions has disappeared, what's going on?" He Jinshui's face changed greatly, and he frowned and thought, "Who is it? It's Lance!"

He Jinshui's heart was anxious, and he couldn't wait to put on his wings and fly over immediately to see what was going on, at this time he was not interested in the group of opponents in front of him, and he was even interested in destroying the army of orcs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Are you scared? good!" Monica, the Pink Witch, saw He Jinshui stunned there, with sadness and anger on her face, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, thinking that he was frightened by the name of the captain of purgatory, and laughed: "Don't worry, you will definitely die quickly, and you will die before you even have time to feel the pain." ”

"Crazy woman, I won't accompany you!" He Jinshui's figure gradually disappeared, hiding in the darkness.

"Coward, you can't escape!" Monica looked at the appearance that the portal had not yet opened, worried that He Jinshui would escape and miss the opportunity, so she deliberately provoked the air: "Isn't Yongwuhou very capable of fighting, you want to escape before you fight, you shouldn't be a fake!"

"Hehe, if it's true or not, won't you know if it's true?" A playful sigh came from behind her, Monica suddenly felt a pair of hairy hands reach into her waist, and felt something out of it, she turned around in shock, just in time to see He Jinshui blinking his glasses, his handsome face leaning behind his back, and almost kissing him this time.

"Grandma's, it's so big, it seems that yours must be genuine!" He Jinshui laughed, shook the bag full of saramane stones in his hand triumphantly, flew out upside down and disappeared again.

"He Jinshui, I must kill you, definitely!" Monica screamed, gritted her teeth and swore a curse.

"Oh, I forgot something!" He Jinshui snorted and reappeared on Monica's side, reaching out to grab the deadwood staff in her hand.

"Don't think!" Modric sneaked up from behind him, Quasimodo's bone spear locked onto him, Courtois released the mental shock, and the purgatory black dragon in Monica's hand erupted after locking He Jinshui.

Boom! He Jinshui exploded all at once, and suddenly fell apart and disappeared without a trace.

"It's dead, isn't it?" Seeing such a difficult guy disappear all at once, everyone frowned and felt very unreal. Monica was just about to speak, when suddenly a huge pull came from her palm, and she looked down to find that a metal filament was wrapped around the top of the deadwood staff and pulled hard, and she was caught off guard and had broken free from her palm.

"Stop, let go!" Monica struck a flaming javelin out of her body, trying to melt the thin thread into two pieces. However, she underestimated the seemingly weak metal wire, only slightly reddened, and the deadwood staff flew into the sky, and the metal arm that bounced out of the huge wave was firmly grasped in the palm of her hand.

"Good baby, thank you!" He Jin Shuipi turned his head and left without smiling, and soon flew into the air, and when he left, he saw that the teleportation circle was slowly opening, thinking that the captain of the purgatory team was on his way to this side, and he didn't know if the magic circle could be used after seeping water.

"He Jinshui, I'm going to pick your skin!" Monica's angry voice came from behind her, she silently recited a spell in her mouth, a huge water dragon flew out of the palm of her left hand, and a flamingo flew out of the palm of her right hand, all of which pounced on He Jinshui's vest.

He Jinshui didn't look back, and slapped his backhand lightly, and he didn't see how hard he struck the water dragon into pieces and turned into water droplets. The flamingo took the opportunity to get close to him, slammed into He Jinshui's back, and was grabbed by his neck casually, his hands were gently closed, and he suddenly disappeared into flames in the sky.

Monica spurted out a mouthful of old blood, because some of the out-of-control underwater craters after the staff was taken away finally got out of control, and the rolling sea waves set off monstrous waves, slapping one after another.

Monica had no choice but to fly into the sky with a few companions, watching as the heavily armed orc army was submerged in the sea, without even a bubble coming out.

"We must avenge this revenge!" Modric viciously looked at He Jinshui's disappearing defense line, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Don't blow it, let's think about how to leave!" Quasimodo pouted with disdain, looked at the Pink Witch listlessly, and said, "What's next, Vice Captain?"

"I have a headache too!" Pink Witch sighed, "The teleportation circle has been destroyed, and the captain can't get through, and we may not be able to beat him alone, and he flies fast, so we must have to collect the bodies of those dwarfs when we get back to the island." She thought about it again and again, but still waved her hand and said, "Let's go back first, report what happened here to the captain, and I will bear all the blame." ”

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On the floating island, fierce battles are raging, both sides are red-eyed, and wails resound in all directions.

Arnold was aroused by the death of Reims, and the raging flames rose up and down Zhou's body, and every enemy who rushed up would be ignited by the flames, and then roll with his head in his hands, screaming endlessly.

Fortunately, in addition to his anger, Arnold still had a trace of sobriety, knowing his responsibility and mission, otherwise according to his usual temperament, he would have rushed over to cut down the king and eight lambs.

Boom!

Above the prisoners' heads, one golden light after another fell, and each time they were about to slash them, another blue lightning bolt was inserted diagonally, dragging it into the sea and exploding a white mist, narrowly avoiding it.

This is Orlando in action, he is very experienced, he knows that Thor's hammer is an artifact, ignoring all protective magic, fighting hard will definitely suffer and even end up like Lance. He immediately changed his strategy, it was better to block than to sparse, and used the lightning to release lightning for traction and deflection, which was much more effective than frontal defense.

The wolf cavalry began to charge, they were armed with sabers, and the hungry wolves were several meters high, and they rushed over with a howl, and jumped into the prisoner's formation and began to slash them.

"Bastard!" Seeing the enemy leap over, the well-designed defensive formation was useless before it could be used, Arnold's heart was dripping blood.

"Hazard, you kill these wolf cavalry, and leave it to me!" Arnold let out a roar, grabbed the two-handed giant sword Red Cloud with one arm, and plucked up all his strength to slap it the heavy tower shield.

With Arnold as the center, the air seemed to begin to burn, gradually spreading outward, and the enemies in this area immediately felt the surging heat wave penetrating through the body, and the strength of the whole body began to drain rapidly, and all the members of their own team rose under the feet of the brilliant red light, the power increased sharply, each slash will produce maximum damage and destruction, and can even split the opponent from head to foot into two parts.

Arnold was even more courageous, casually throwing away the talisman tower shield, the red cloud in his right hand, the spear in his left hand, and a loud roar blocked the progress of hundreds of dwarven warriors. His armor was made by He Jinshui himself, with excellent protection, and there were few wounds after a fight, which added to his courage and determination.

All of a sudden, the prisoner army and the elite wolf cavalry were inseparable, and the field became anxious again. Instead of being as weak as the Dwarven Kings had imagined, these improvised motley teams were surprisingly tenacious and resilient in the face of tremendous pressure.

Boom! As the two sides were inseparable, a golden bolt of lightning fell, almost turning Arnold into charcoal. He looked back and saw that Orlando was spitting blood and looking sluggish, gradually losing the upper hand in the battle with the Dwarf King, and the lightning released was not as handy as just now, and the lightning sent by the Dwarf King began to explode into the prisoner camp and there were a large number of casualties.

"After all, the arbiter is old, even if the spell is extremely powerful, it can't stop the wrath of the artifact!" Arnold saw it clearly, and saw Orlando spurting blood while gritting his teeth to support it, obviously almost drying up the lamp.

"Lao Tzu is fighting with you!" Arnold took a deep breath, the red flames on his body rose even more fiercely, and after a tiger roar, he rushed towards the Dwarven King, only to be stopped head-on by Larsen and the Dwarven Praetorian Guard.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Arnold seemed like a mad tiger completely giving up his defense, urging the strength of his whole body to grip the weapon, and two flames spat out from the tips of the greatsword and spear respectively, stretching out more than a foot long.

"Red light fighting spirit!" Arnold was overjoyed, he couldn't imagine that he would have an epiphany in such a situation, and his martial arts would go to the next level. Ecstatic, he didn't say a word, his body spun rapidly like a spinning top, and he used the whirlwind slash he had just comprehended to rush into the enemy group.

There is a way that is horizontal and afraid of being stunned, and being stunned is afraid of dying, and Arnold is even more desperate than not dying at this time. He was dressed in heavy armor with rough skin and thick flesh, completely abandoned his defense and rushed into the crowd, killing in and out of the invincible, and there was no one in his hands.

The bald man instantly turned into a meat grinder, and his stumps and broken arms scattered in all directions.

Blood and screams rang out one after another, and the dwarven Praetorian Guards facing the enemy were quickly lost more than half, and the rest wielded hammers and shields were unable to work, and their faces were full of fear, if it wasn't for Larsen drawing his sword and killing a few cowardly escapers, maybe it would soon turn into a rout.

"Bastard, it can't be like this anymore!" Larsson had a bruise on his forehead, and he shoved a few times at several dwarven mages next to him, and yelled, "Hurry up and kill him!"

"General, please allow us to rest. The leader of the dwarven mages wiped the sweat from his forehead and pleaded with bitterness: "Just now we have used all our strength, relying on lightning magic to barely repel the strange spider swarm, not only lost the army, but also consumed a lot of magic energy, and now the lamp has long been dried up and it is unsustainable." “

"I don't care!" Larson grabbed the other party's collar and yelled unreasonably: "If you don't make a move, Lao Tzu will execute you on the spot for collaborating with the enemy!"

"Okay, okay!" The mage leader didn't expect the other party's tone to be so tough, wiped his sweat and said weakly: "Let's make a little preparation and take action immediately." ”

"That's pretty much it!"

"Everyone, please hold on!" the mage leader rubbed his hands and smiled bitterly, "General Larsen wants us to deal with that bald man now, what do you think!"

"Chief, that guy can already influence his companions through the war howl, and the level is very high, and it is difficult to use ordinary fireballs, missile spells, and other click magic. ”

"He's strangled with our guys, and area-of-effect magic like fireballs, thunderstorms, and icicles aren't suitable!"

"Also, the bald man is obviously a berserker, and now he has entered a state of madness, and during this period, he can naturally be immune to mental negative magic, which is very difficult!"

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what does Lao Tzu want you to do?" The mage leader almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood: "Think of a way, he's going to rush over." ”

"The terrain over there is long and narrow, and the dodge space is limited, so most of the time you can only hit it hard, there you have it!" a gray-robed dwarven mage suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a smug glint flashed in his eyes.

In the crowd, Arnold was like a god descending from heaven and was struggling to kill, with two short swords stuck in his back and crossbow arrows pierced diagonally through his neck, which did not have a fatal effect on him, but only aroused his bravery and bloodiness even more. He looked back anxiously while slashing, looking majestic, but in fact there was suffering in his heart.

As a berserker, he has the heaviest momentum in battle, and the original fifteen minutes of madness have passed, and even reached twenty minutes of super-level performance, this terrifying state of encountering gods and killing gods may pass at any time, and then he will fall into a short period of weakness, and then he will be doomed.

On the other side, the battle between the prisoners and the Hungry Wolf Legion on the narrow passage continues. The little madman took Arnold's place at the front, holding a shield in one hand and wielding a spear in the other, sweeping left and right from side to side, sweeping the enemy in front of him directly into the sea like a fallen leaf.

Everyone knew that it was now a critical moment of life and death, and every prisoner was trying his best to block the enemy who was surging like a tide on the opposite side, and there was only one belief in his heart, and he worked hard, and he must fight for the arrival of reinforcements.

Although they have resisted with all their might, after all, they are just a group of rabble who have been improvised and have not received professional training, and after a long time, the sharp energy began to disappear, the strength in their bodies gradually disappeared, and the weapons and shields in their hands were like a thousand weights, and they became extremely slow to wield, and they were no longer handy.

The ranks began to suffer casualties, and the unreachable shield array showed signs of collapse, and began to slowly retreat backwards, gradually compressing into a mass.

"Resist, hold me!" The little madman was anxious, roaring angrily, and the shield in his left hand was thrown quickly, using it as a weapon to shoot the enemies who rushed one by one, but it could not change the fate of the prisoner's camp that would be destroyed at any time.

"It's broken, haha, kill!" A burst of laughter came, and everyone looked up to find that the end of the line had finally been rushed open, and the group of wolf cavalry screamed, brandished their swords, and began to rush in.

"Bastard, stop it!" Arnold was in a hurry, and he turned around and was about to pounce on him, when suddenly his feet were soft, and the originally hard ground suddenly turned into quicksand, sinking him deep in one fell swoop.