There are different ways to correspond to various Warcraft, which is the basic knowledge that all Terran warriors need to have. To deal with the highly mobile monster of the Black Iron Beast, it is necessary to use complex terrain to hinder it, so that it is possible to fight on an equal footing.

So Horst led the warriors back and forth, leading them into the stone forest in front of the camp. The densely packed stone pillars, like the lush vegetation growing in the rainforest, caused a considerable degree of blind spots to the actions of the Black Iron Beasts, and even the battle with their own side seemed to be easy.

The disadvantage is that the formation of the entire army has also been broken up, and as the commander, his own personal guard has received the most direct impact from the demons. But this level did not pose a threat at all to Horst, who was first a swordsman and then a commander.

Even if he didn't aim at the so-called weak points, Horst was able to easily cut them off with the brute force of his wrist. Whether they come from above, from behind, from below, from any direction, the instincts of humans who are really beasts can easily search them out, and few individuals can be the edge of them.

Until that thing came along.

A black iron beast flew from the top of the pillar, and Horst didn't even look there, the glittering line of light flashed in the air, it was the scene of the unequaled swordsman Horst pulling out his sword from his waist and slashing it, and then quickly retracting the scabbard.

Only then did the guards who were protected by the formation discover the enemy's attack, and when they hurriedly drew their swords, the black iron beasts that had been split in half in the air fell at both ends, just avoiding the place where the group was doing.

At this moment, Horst keenly caught a strange sound. Before his brain could think about it in detail, his intuition had already told him that it was a very dangerous signal of attack.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled and pushed away the guards beside him, and just as he was holding the big sword in his forehand, a steel tentacle directly cut through the thick stone pillar and shot it towards this side. The cut was as flat as paper, and tons of stone could be cut so easily.

Like a spear, like a cannon, the heavy impact fell on the sword body supported by Horst's wrist. Ordinary people were subjected to an attack that would instantly pierce through the flesh, and Horst only gritted his teeth slightly, and forced the impact with the strength of one hand.

The barrage cannon formed by the steel long legs dragged the human body forward, and slammed into the stone pillar in front of it. The force of the impact caused the pillar to topple inwards and then collapse, burying the figure with its head down. At the same time, the figure of the attacker emerged from behind the stone pillar that had been cut off in parallel.

It has the same appearance as the Black Iron Beast, but it is taller and more detailed. At a height of more than ten meters, the eight-legged blade reflected the cold light, and a strong and eerie red light peeked through the single eye above its body.

There is a leader in every demon clan to a greater or lesser extent, and with a larger body and stronger strength, he has obtained the full strength of the leading clan, and has become the "king" admired by the clan. Its strength is not at the same level as the same Warcraft, and sometimes it even exceeds several levels.

"General?!" the slightly flustered guards confronted the suddenly intruding monster with their swords, and shouted to Horst, who was buried in the pile of stones.

"Tsk, that's enough, I'm not dead yet. The burly middle-aged swordsman brushed aside the messy stone pile, patted the dust on his body, and scratched his head a little distressed as he looked at the huge black iron beast that was waiting for the fierce momentum, "Oh, this is a little tricky." ”

"Then I'll be a little more serious. As soon as his tone changed, a chill chilled to the bones between the words of the swordsman named Horst, and a light green magical light lit up from the sword blade in his hand, and then covered the entire sword body. The intricate patterns on it suddenly shine brightly, all of which are interpreting to people that it has extremely powerful power.

Of course, as the first knight of the Kingdom Round Table, Horst carries a sword that is also a [Diamond] level treasure.

The sword-shaped treasure [Gold Chop], because it relies on its own strength without using its ability, but there is no doubt that the Horst who uses his sword ability to exert his swordsmanship is the truly complete Horst.

After all, after years of training using it, it is already equivalent to half a soul of comrades. But this sword was a new saber that Horst had built for twenty years, and no one could know about its special abilities except for his own training.

In battles between high-ranking warriors, individual bravery is no longer the decisive factor, but the overwhelming skill of the weapon they hold is also a key factor in determining victory or defeat.

So high in the sky, even through the layers of stone forests, the Demon King's gaze still looked at this side clearly. The details of Horst's every movement were deeply reflected in his eyes. Although arrogant, he is not stupid, and he can be said to be quite a clever leader. He knew that he had been resurrected for some special reason and had grown a lot in strength, but he didn't rest on his laurels to think that his opponent would remain the same for twenty years, so he had the necessity of understanding his opponent through this method.

This group of March Hares, Black Iron Beasts, and even Sandworms are just props to test their opponents.

On the ground that he was looking at, at a certain moment, the huge black iron beast lowered its body and charged towards the place where Horst was. The wind pressure even blew up the placket of the swordsman directly opposite, giving people a feeling of suffocation in the wind against the wind.

However, he still reached out to stop the guards who wanted to rush to help, and with an extremely calm look, he raised his sword over his head and slashed downwards with a standard movement that could be included in a swordsman's textbook.

The light green mana light trailed through the air, but it was only within three feet of the sword, and then it dissipated into the air.

However, the black iron beast that rushed over, like a robot whose power was suddenly cut off, instantly lost power. With eight legs straightened, he threw himself to the ground and landed just a few feet in front of Horst, then unable to move.

Victory or defeat happens in an instant.

The movement is too fast to detect anything.

As Horst returned his sword into the sheath, the Demon King, who had found nothing, snorted in annoyance and withdrew his gaze from there in annoyance. Looking at the alliance between the demons and the human race who were fighting each other under him, the army on his side showed an almost one-sided rout.

Under the leadership of Horst, the Black Iron Beasts attacking the human army are gaining momentum by maneuvering around the complex terrain of the Stone Forest. The March Harres and Sandworms attacking the adventurer's camp have been killed once by a strange combination of steel, and the rest are excitedly "swallowed" by their morale-boosting successors. On the front line, the brave and invincible mecha took the lead in defeating the skeleton giants with the most fierce attack, and the remaining elves and orcs almost wiped out the [skeleton army] scattered all over the battlefield in a posture of "cleaning up".

No matter where you are, there is no half-point advantage to speak of.

However, the Demon King laughed from the bottom of his heart in the face of such a scene.

That's it, the main forces of all Terrans and their allies are here. In the face of strategy, all individual bravery is of no avail. The Demon King thought so. He looked behind him. Behind the rear, across the battlefield, across the city, even farther rear.

At this moment, the anxiety in the heart of the elf king Duolong reached the greatest level. He looked around, only to find that there was no way to start anywhere.

A terrifying conspiracy is brewing in this land.