All the elves present felt it.

The fall of the strongest person on your side represents the defeat of the battle against the Demon King. The faith in their hearts collapsed with a certain emotion, and the samurai even trembled slightly with their hands holding their swords.

If even Master Gumeng can't do anything, then how can we deal with the crisis situation where there is a large army in front of us and a demon king in the back? This feeling is like turning into a weak grass, helpless against the coming storm.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. When there is a rift in the hearts of the samurai, it is impossible to make up for it and return to the previous state.

"Rise up!" the crisp silver bell-like voice was as cool as a spring in the middle of the battle array. It's just that in the midst of it, the tired spirit can't be hidden.

This is Lifa's cry, usually full of might, but because of the excessive consumption of magic power and grandpa's defeat, he is upset, and he has no usual posture.

Of course, such a lack of confidence could not restore the mood of the samurai to the battle, the sword became dull, the movement slowed, and the goblins that gradually rushed in could not resist.

Lifa became impatient, unwilling to see her companions collapse and lose the war, but the so-called concern was chaotic, and the louder Lifa shouted, the more depressed everyone's mood became, and finally, irrepressible negative emotions inevitably spread among everyone.

"What to do?!"

"Lord Gumeng has already lost?!"

"I still have a wife and children, and I don't want to die here like this!"

Negative emotions circulated among people like a plague, causing some people to retreat. However, if a sane person thinks a little, he will know that in this situation, there is only a way out if he is united.

It shows that the panicked emotions have blinded everyone's reason.

Lifa gritted her teeth, but she was helpless. The enemy in front of him is still surging like a tide, and his own side is slowly retreating. It is conceivable that once the rout is formed, what kind of miserable scene will be for one's own side, and it is difficult to even save life.

Please, who can come and save us. Biting her rosy lower lip, blood seeped from it. At this time, Lifa has become the expression that a girl should have when she is old, and she is extremely looking forward to having a "hero" stand up and save herself and her people from fire and water.

Han Tuo, who rushed to the battlefield, was seen by a goblin with sharp eyes. Because Han Tuo's too harmless temperament made it have an illusion, it looked like a miser who had picked up a little cheap, and rode a moa and whistled towards Han Tuo.

The distance between the two is still a hundred paces, a distance that can barely be reached even if you attack with a long-range weapon such as a bow and arrow. The goblin hastily observed Hantuo with his crude intelligence, and was able to determine that he was not carrying a weapon other than the sword in his hand.

So it rushed over without hesitation.

But before he could run a few steps, he was beheaded.

The moa paced back and forth with the dead knight on its back, the headless corpse of the goblin on its back lost control and slowly fell off its back, throwing a cloud of fluffy dust.

Han Tuo's figure came quickly, and with a flash of light in his hand, the moa fell in a pool of blood.

This reminded Han Tuo that the silver-haired girl was still attached to her back not long ago, telling herself something in an extremely ambiguous manner, like the slightest whisper between intimate lovers.

The gesture of the silver-haired girl turned into by [Bai Hong] is nothing more than about how to use it. It's just that the peculiar girl made a fool of herself, so she chose this way to explain her master.

Although this kind of thing made Han Tuo feel ashamed, what she told really shocked Han Tuo, because it was the second wonderful thing that Han Tuo encountered after experiencing magic.

This is about the three skills that come with the Holy Sword, which ignore the physical laws that things obey, and are magical skills with miraculous effects. Different from the wonders of distorting the world caused by magic above the seventh order, the skills attached to the holy sword are easier to use, and they don't need to be driven by magic power, as long as the mind moves, the skills will be automatically issued.

One of the three major skills: Vacuum Slash.

In the field of vision that only Han Tuo could see, the white tip of the holy sword instantly stretched out, and after a long distance, a sword slashed through the neck of the goblin in front of him.

What's even more amazing is that the blade also passes through a bloody elven warrior on the way, but he continues to fight without feeling any pain at all. As his body moved, his body passed through the transparent blade he couldn't see unscathed, leaving where he was, turning to find the next target to fight.

In other words, the elongated holy sword controlled by Han Tuo's mind would only cause damage to the target in his heart.

So Han Tuo strode forward, spinning and slashing vigorously with the momentum of advancement. As a result, the surrounding elven warriors suddenly felt less stressed, because they found that the demonic beast that was still fighting with them one moment had already shown a deep knife mark on the surface of its body the next moment, and died accordingly.

The bewildered elves cautiously looked back to make sure, only to find that it was empty.

Han Tuo kept moving forward step by step, aiming at the village gate at the front of the battle line, where a bald giant more than ten meters tall emerged from the darkness.

rushed all the way over, and the elves who didn't know the situation also reacted. So under the gaze of all the elves, Han Tuo took the might of the god of war, and ruthlessly harvested the lives of the enemy like the god of death. Its posture is wide open and closed, and the movement of swinging the sword is smooth, which is really a beautiful movement like a dance. Such a gesture unconsciously left an indelible strong mark in your hearts.

It was really an inadvertent act, but it laid an extremely important paving for the behavior of Han Tuo to lead everyone later.

One of the Warcraft [Trolls]: the Great Ogre.

Its appearance is presumably that of a humanoid, but it is probably a creature that combines all the ugliness of human beings. Forever in a state of violent hunger, he can attack desperately for food. When it gets food, it will desperately swallow it raw, and when it eats a living thing, the bloody sight will make the enemies it fight against terrifying. Its powerful body was covered in muscles, and thick dirty blood floated on the surface of its body, placing the soul of some kind of creature.

The tall figure, stepping on heavy footsteps, crushed the clods of earth on the wall with a stroke of one hand. Drooling as he stepped into the village gates.

Lifa, who was fighting in front, involuntarily relaxed her strength, fell to the ground and vomited uncontrollably. Just now, the Great Ogre grabbed the elven warrior who was swinging a knife at his leg, and then stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The maddening sound of flesh and bones being crushed by teeth still lingered in Lifa's ears, and the blood splattered slightly on Lifa's godless face. She saw with her own eyes the people who had not yet died immediately, twisted and struggling beside the mouth of the Great Ogre, their faces greatly distorted by pain, as if they had seen the depths of hell, and collapsed in helplessness and despair.

No matter how powerful Lifa is as a warrior, she is just a girl. It is impossible to endure such a horrific sight.

Just when such a scene is going to be deeply rooted in Lifa's psyche and become an eternal shadow. A white figure swept past her, smashing the ground with an explosion of rage and leaping into the air.

"You bastard!" Han Tuo roared in the wind.