The elven side let out a deafening cheer, and all the elven warriors bathed in this cheer, and their morale increased exponentially, and their fighting spirit burned violently like a raging flame.

The ability of a single person to completely reverse the gloom of the people who were breached by the gate is the charm of the elven guardian. The ferocious orc knights braved the flying feather arrows and magic bullets to charge, and they rushed in the direction of Gumeng first with a little consciousness, and they also knew that "the thief first captures the king", which believes in the law of the jungle.

Obviously, they still don't know how terrible Gumon is about being his former brave companion.

Without even using his wand, Gumon single-handedly reversed the hammer left behind by his dwarven friend, pointing his free right hand at the rushing orc knights.

[Third Order Magic Advanced: Thunderstorm].

Arms as thick as lightning bolts erupted from Gu Meng's palms, and the lightning swarms immediately dispersed like beasts that had broken free, roaring and rushing forward to bite the orcs. The first row of half-orcs instantly lost their combat effectiveness, and those behind slowed down due to the sluggishness of the attack in front of them.

Ewell had also cast the same magic trick before, but due to the difference in experience and the strength of the magic power, the power launched was very different. Evel used it entirely against a wind demon, and the power used by Gumon directly caused the orc army to suffer a head-on blow.

This power made Ewell, who was fighting with the orcs on the side, squint at it, and secretly sighed to himself.

"Kill~!" Coming from afar, the elven warriors in white armor wielded long knives, the armor that was obviously blessed with enhanced magic shone brightly, their eyes were sharp, their steps were neat, and they advanced with the momentum of breaking through all obstacles unique to the army - this was the most powerful elite force in the entire village that Gu Meng had directly transferred from the direction of the temple, as for the temple side.

There was no longer any need to guard, and when he thought of this, until he saw the pillar of light rising into the sky, Gu Meng's tense nerves from the sudden war also relaxed a little. Because twenty years of waiting finally came to fruition, the holy sword, which had condensed the painstaking efforts of an era, finally found its master.

The elves and the orcs collided fiercely together, and their equipment was not comparable to the crude orcs, coupled with the shock given to them by Gu Meng's blow, the formation of the half-orcs was killed for a while.

Not only that, compared to the white-armored elves who fought with real knives and guns in the crowd of half-orcs, feathered arrows and magic bullets of various colors accurately shuttled between the flying figures on the battlefield, and then shot a certain part of the body of a certain half-orc. After all, the elves are better at the use and manipulation of magic than physical strength.

However, the most important thing is to walk calmly in the middle of the battlefield, leisurely like the originally old, but at this time it looks extremely tall white-haired figure walking in his own courtyard.

Occasionally, a half-orc who is not afraid of death rushes towards this side, and then is smashed into the air by a giant hammer swung by the old man to a height of five meters and then falls down heavily, or the magic that can't even see the pale yellow light between the firing intervals opens a large hole in the chest and slowly collapses. All the elves present regarded him as a symbol of victory, and it seemed that as long as the old man was here, there was no possibility of losing the war.

Therefore, after cutting down a half-orc with all their strength, the samurai were still able to get back up and continue the battle despite being out of breath. In their minds, the arduous struggle has just begun, but it is still slowly approaching victory.

Then the temperature plummeted, so obvious that you could feel it with your skin alone.

It took a few seconds for the elves present to realize in horror that the climate had not changed at all, only their bodies' perception of the outside world.

The fear caused by the oppression of the mere aura swallows up, and the normal physiological conditions that arise are just that.

All the creatures stopped fighting in unison, and the orcs shivered and ducked to the side, easily abandoning the advance of the geographical location gained by sacrificing so many lives. The straight path seemed to harbor some terrible beast, and the monsters and orcs had to avoid it.

The only reason was that the king would not allow his servants to interfere in the battlefields that belonged to him.

Forced by the mighty momentum, Evel had already gritted his teeth to a rattle. Squeeze all the magic out of your body.,Nervously deal with the next battle.。

The battle with the Demon King.

Gu Meng's previous laid-back demeanor was gone, and he put away the dwarven hammer that he was not good at wielding, and raised the wand of his own weapon, guarding against something that was coming towards him with the strongest vigilance.

Something terrifying.

A vague figure slowly emerged from the darkness, causing all the elves who witnessed it to swallow their spit. However, before everyone could see the faces of the coming.

A thick purple lightning bolt that was infinitely close to black had struck in an instant.

Gu Meng's eyes widened, his snow-white beard fluttered without wind, and his movements were like a cheetah leaping out of its predators, and he accurately pressed the tip of his wand against the purple lightning that flew over with the precision of a cannon to hit mosquitoes. The pale yellow magic formed a protective shield around the wand, and the two different magic powers were like two pythons fighting together, entangled together, devouring each other and consuming each other. The two opposing forces unleashed a huge whirlwind, causing the few elven warriors who were closer to be thrown to the ground.

Gumon's robes were torn by the force of the wind, revealing scars all over his chest and arms—a sign of twenty years of hardship and a symbol of his honor.

As if being pushed violently, Gu Meng suddenly staggered backwards, and the purple magic of lightning spread out in the air, and Gu Meng's magic confrontation finally consumed it.

It's just a small trick that the Demon King has casually made.

Gu Meng, who had recovered from the tremor, didn't even have time to look at the tip of his wand as if it had been scorched by the flames, and he had to look up to confirm the figure of the demon king in the darkness opposite.

However, the Demon King didn't know when, and he had come to Gu Meng silently like a ghost.

Then he threw a simple punch, and Gumon turned his staff sideways to fend it.

There was a "click", and the wand was broken by the Demon King's fist, and Gu Meng flew out in the opposite direction like a cannonball, flying straight over a long distance in a short time, knocking down a magical wooden house behind it.

"Grandpa!" shouted Lifa, who had seen it all, in horror.

Ewell, who was watching from the sidelines, was speechless in surprise.

Because he knew that Gumon was the companion of the former Brave, and that the material of his wand was taken from a branch of a Sky Tree that he happened to encounter during his travels.

The Sky Tree is the home of the [Wyvern Clan], not only because of the preciousness of the material, but also because of its strength, just like the claws of the Wyvern of the Supreme Divine Soldier, it only leaves a shallow scratch on it.

was broken by the Demon King's understatement.

The power of the Demon King has exceeded the specifications.