At this moment, Nolan City is behind the city defense.

The dwarves who are the logistics are stationed here at the moment, and it is not that they are not without combat effectiveness, and each dwarf is a powerful warrior as well as an excellent craftsman. It's just that the allies invariably rejected the dwarves' requests to go to war.

Just kidding, letting the best dwarven craftsmen spend on the battlefield is like the act of a ruined man with a delicate craft-like hoe encrusted with diamonds to dig the hardest ground. Since the covenant was made thousands of years ago, the communities have been almost as close as a family. It is not to sacrifice the brain-dead of one's own people, but to pray for victory in the war, these things must be done.

In fact, because of the fusion of blood and habits between the races, there is a faint tendency for the four races to merge into a whole.

When something is far beyond the expected, the psychological shock often causes the observer to ignore the possibility of a second unexpected explosion of growth. Because the first time has already left a deep impression on people, it has already made people think qualitatively, thinking that it must be like this, so they can do this kind of thing.

The news that a large number of demonic beasts had broken through [Apocalypse] City before did shock most people. Unexpectedly, there was such a huge group of demonic beasts hidden in that [Luo Dou] grassland, no wonder the scouts who walked in before had never returned.

That's what most people think.

Without the intention of underestimating the enemy, Horst sent someone to carefully inquire about the people who had fled from Apocalypse City, conservatively estimated the number of enemies, and even added a little more than expected as insurance. Then he invited the craftsmen of the dwarves and mobilized a large number of laborers to build a city defense system on the walls of [Nolan] City that had no problem dealing with such a large number of magical beasts. Even sent the relatively elite of each tribe to guard here, intending to intercept the Warcraft troops here and avoid the main force falling into the unfavorable situation of attacking from both sides.

It should have been that way, but something was clearly wrong.

When the first demonic beast appeared at the end of the field of vision, the follow-up demonic beasts continued to flow like a flood that broke through the embankment, and the number far exceeded the original expectations.

Not only did it exceed expectations, but it was almost ten times different from the expected number. Relatively speaking, the Nolan city defense that is stuck on the way is like a big crab with open arms and a fierce momentum, trying in vain to stop the ferocious momentum of the entire Hongtao, which is really a stubborn and pathetic balance of power.

This is the power of the Demon King, the new power he has acquired after resurrecting from hell, "teleportation".

There are no time and terrain restrictions, and there are no approximate requirements for quantity. A large number of troops, which were originally the main force of the demon army, only relied on the power of the demon king alone to go directly around the front of the battlefield to the rear of the opponent. Even using himself as bait, he completely confused Horst's judgment and achieved absolute superiority in this war.

With such a strategy and strength, it is not for nothing that the anthropologist has made an equal judgment on the threat of the existence of the "Demon King" and the threat of the "Demon Army" composed by the entire Demon Race.

The rhinos that had once appeared in the swamp forest were lined up with large horns infused with steel, and rushed towards the city gate. The super-soldier trolls who had appeared in the quagmire forest followed, dragging the billowing smoke of gunpowder along the line. Above the sky, the giant eagle is a faintly dormant wind demon on its back, as silent as a poisonous snake before a poisonous snake strikes. Further ahead, there was an unusually raised mound of earth moving rapidly under the ground, all indicating that there was an absolutely dangerous and ferocious demonic beast hidden there.

Compared with the warcraft charge on the frontal battlefield, the power is also several times stronger.

There was a small humanoid figure now on the top of a soaring giant eagle, the bone spurs had broken through the body, and the originally handsome face was also hideous at this time. With a smug expression and a gesture of pleasure that completely unleashed all his strength, he overlooked the battlefield.

In his opinion, victory is already a foregone conclusion, and thanks to the decision of that adult, after a thousand years, the demon clan finally saw the dawn of victory. In this way, the Wind Demon will obviously worship that Lord even more.

The orcs above the city defense roared as a warning sound, so loud that the whole city knew the news before the alarm bell rang, and the entire city system was in a hurry like a boiling boiler, trying to do its best to change this predicament.

However, in the face of the absolute power of destruction, all struggles are in vain. Standing on the highest point, the wind demon who looked at everything coldly thought to himself.

But until the final result comes, no one will give up even the slightest hope. It can be said that it is one of the signs that the spiritual vitality is more vigorous than that of the demons.

At least that's what Dosso thought at this point.

The human in front of him, who had already penetrated his abdomen, was still able to muster up his strength and slash at him from the side.

Dosso used his precise instincts to take a half-step back, dodging the straight blade. However, the sword qi carried on the blade still slightly scratched his face, and the bright red blood beads and his equally scarlet eyes reflected each other, reflecting the handsome and fair cheeks, forming a very strange scene.

This is not an attack that a dying person can do, and he knows his physical fitness very well, even if he stands still and allows ordinary swordsmen to slash at him, he can't hurt himself in the slightest.

is still the Knight of the Round Table, even after being seriously injured, his strength is only stronger than before.

The Mountain That Stands Tall, Alazen Condorf. Light purple magic swirls around the sword in his hand, an oracle from the gods, and as long as the light remains, the swordsman who holds it will never fall.

[Diamond] level treasure, [Ash]. The effect is that the user can completely ignore the damage of their own flesh and continue to fight at any time, which sounds like a very magical skill indeed.

This is the status quo of the cast, the blood in the abdomen is constantly oozing, but Allah has not done anything about it. Still holding his sword in his hands, he stepped back and distanced himself from Doso.

"Human," Dosso wiped the blood from his face with his thumb and sucked it in his mouth with his blood-stained fingers, "you're doing a pretty good job as an inferior creature. ”

Alazen didn't say a word about this, raised the sword in his hand in front of his eyes, and rushed straight towards Dosuo. This is a posture that completely abandons defense and focuses only on attack. After all, the other party is not able to ignore the injury like himself.

It must take the shortest time to achieve the maximum effect.

Time is running out for yourself.