The human camp finally broke through the blockade of the Black Iron Beast and stepped into this battlefield like a tide. The organization has been completely scattered, and the swordsmen and magicians have cooperated with each other in groups of three or five, continuing to effectively annihilate the demonic beasts on the battlefield. Relying on the complex terrain in the stone forest to dodge back and forth, it effectively makes up for the shortcomings of its own physical functions.

The sandworm stagnates in the stone forest, and when it walks left and right, it will come into contact with hard stones, and it will be very annoyed. Among the intricate stone pillars, the speed of the March Hare has lost its effect. As for the Black Iron Beasts, they may use the complex terrain to maneuver flexibly.

However, humans and orcs are more nimble in their movements.

From behind the stone pillar, from the shadows, from above the stone pillar, there are always people lurking in the dark who give a sudden blow to the magical beast that happens to pass by, and then escape with the help of the complicated terrain. As you walk through it, you don't know when you will suddenly encounter enemies, and there is a sense of excitement that you will put yourself all on a one-off bet.

It's really a way to gamble with the characteristics of war.

And when the Demon King and the Orc Marshal and the Human Marshal were facing each other, the Sky Turtle's body shook and shook off all the crossbow arrow projection devices that were originally installed on his back and were no longer used at this time. A large amount of wood fell from the sky, injuring many of the creatures fighting below.

Then they vibrated their huge fins and swooped down, their massive bodies like clouds covering the sun, and with a single shake, a howling wind rolled up on the ground, and the human warriors below were even overwhelmed.

The five Sky Turtles, who originally acted as the mounts of the Demon King, finally joined the battle at this moment, and the overly large body was undoubtedly not a powerful person to deal with, causing enough psychological pressure on ordinary warriors.

Not only that, but once again, a strange bulge emerged from the ground. The last unilateral reinforcements of the demons have finally arrived.

A ball-like object, all armor, popped out of the ground, and a human soldier scrambled to block it, feeling like it was striking hard against steel. Then the orb of armor rolled to the side, and under the watchful eyes of the vigilant human swordsmen and orc warriors beside him, he slowly stretched out his body, and from it came out of the upper body of a human.

It has a completely beetle-like lower body, and a brown-skinned human upper body on top of it. The complex patterns known as protective colors are all over the ****'s body, and the two hands have turned into huge and dangerous pliers, and there are two sharp horns on the top of the head that are used to hit the top teeth.

Demon half-orc race, [Soldier Beetle].

It is wrapped in an armor-like exoskeleton that cannot be penetrated by a sword or bow, and this exoskeleton can also be transformed into organs such as horns and weapons. They are natural heavy cavalrymen and fight methodically, like skilled soldiers. Taciturn and expressionless, the insect-like pupils rarely reveal inner thoughts.

When the two sides collided violently, the Terrans and Orcs felt the strongest pressure since the war began.

It doesn't have the huge body of a sandworm, the speed of a March rabbit that comes and goes without a trace, and the weird eight-legged body of a black iron beast, but it is better than its own steady and steady fight. Just like a young swordsman who relies on his best skills to gain strength, an experienced swordsman who develops in a balanced manner in all aspects and steadily improves his strength is obviously more difficult.

If a building is meticulously built from the foundation, no amount of wind or waves can destroy it.

So the Terrans and the Orcs inevitably fell into a bitter war.

Faced with such a situation, the elven king Doron was urgently summoning the excellent elven warriors to prepare to leave this battlefield.

He finally grasped the cause of the anxiety in his heart, and just pulled down the clue, only to discover a huge and terrifying fact that was connected to it.

Damn it. Doron slurred irritably. I should have thought of it a long time ago, that person is a demon king, and it won't be him if he doesn't make a little move in this kind of war strategy.

There was a slight confusion about the king's actions, and it was not until he explained it in a quick tone that he realized the seriousness of the problem.

It is true that the new Soldier Beetle is a formidable opponent, but there is no follow-up. The strength of the entire demon army should be far more than that. After that, all the way to the edge of the forest, there were no large number of Warcraft troops as the intelligence said. A large number of demonic beasts, which originally numbered hundreds of thousands and stretched for more than ten miles, disappeared out of thin air.

"Seventh-Order Magic, Prepare for Time and Space Transfer!" said the Elf King Duolong with such a roar, he had not seen with his own eyes where these disappeared demonic beasts had gone, but as long as he looked at the entire battle situation with the eyes of the decision-maker, it was easy to find out the demonic beasts that disappeared out of thin air.

Because at this time, there was also an enemy army that launched an attack from the [Nolan City] in the rear, which suddenly appeared from the [Luo Dou] grassland and engulfed a large number of demonic beasts in [Apocalypse] City.

Using a seventh-order magic technique that requires the cooperation of many elves will undoubtedly make this army consume a lot of vitality, and being in this kind of ever-changing battlefield means making the biggest bet with life.

But this is something that simply does not need to be considered.

As a warrior, there is naturally nothing to say about dying on the battlefield, but the inhabitants of [Nolan] City are a group of people who have nothing to do with this cruel war. A considerable number of Terran warriors came directly from [Nolan] City, and if they had to lose their relatives after the Patriotic War, this world would be too cruel.

Therefore, you can't let your Terran allies suffer such cruel things.

Without complaint, the preparation for the instantaneous magic of the order has already begun. The elves, who were confident in their own strength, stood up and stood behind their king, with an indomitable and determined look.

And Han Tuo, who was lying in the pit that the Demon King had hit, seemed to let out a miserable wail from the bones of his body, except for the steel giant sword left in his hand, the mecha that wrapped his body was all shattered.

"Mr. Hantuo!" The blurred vision of a blond-haired figure came into view, and she flew over, abandoning her consciousness or trance-like self, and fled as fast as she could.

The soft touch of the girl's skin, the soft feeling directly on the chest, and the gentle Han Tuo, who almost fainted, were violently pulled back to reality by the subsequent rumbling sound.

In the same place stood a burly figure, holding a huge hammer in his hand and smashing it in the direction where he had been lying, a dark yellow light swirling around the hammer's body, and rock-like hard muscle bumps were craggy all over its body.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was clearly a rock. The layers of rocks and the bodies of living beings combine to reveal the beauty of the most primitive and bizarre powers. Speaking of which, if the demons abandon their violent nature, from a biological point of view, the structure of their bodies is simply the ingenuity of nature, and it is incomparable to any other race.

[Duke] level demons, earth demon generals: Gray and his [Diamond] level Noble Giant Hammer [Rock Seed], stood there dignifiedly, his dangerous scarlet gaze locked on Han Tuo, and there was no doubt that the next attack would be aimed at him.

The treasure obviously played a role, and Han Tuo could feel that there was no demonic beast behind him, but the self-driving clod of earth pressed towards him with a rumbling sound.

In the other direction, Horst, who had always maintained the calm demeanor of a standard swordsman, was obviously shaken at this critical juncture when he was hostile to the demon king. I even want to turn around and run away desperately.

The reason is that the words of the Demon King of Fang Cai, even if he warned himself not to be gullible at the beginning, his stinger-like language still pierced straight into his heart, and his heart buzzed like a bell.

Because there is no way to deny what he said. This is the case as it is, and this is the case on the battlefield, so it is impossible to use it to convince the opponent. The Warcraft on the frontal battlefield are indeed only the ones in front of them, and the mighty Warcraft team explained in the intelligence has indeed disappeared.

"Give up, human!" the Demon King stood on the spot and laughed, the smug emotion that had been brewing for a long time was finally released at this moment, and he laughed at the stupidity of the human on the other side with his most arrogant expression, "Give up, you can't do anything!

Before the words fell, the figure of the demon king disappeared in place. This is not the reason for the speed, no matter how fast it is, there will be a slight buffer and a brief moment, and the experienced Horst is able to make quick judgments and avoid it perfectly with the help of this concise information.

However, he couldn't feel anything, so he couldn't do anything.

No matter how fast the movement is, it can't achieve this kind of rapid maneuver with a twist in time and space, and Horst understood after a short thought that it was obviously the power that the Demon King had hidden since his resurrection as an ace.

Teleport.