Tang Jie was like a huge magnet, rampage on the battlefield, constantly gathering the scattered tribesmen in front of him, and slowly recovering the triangular arrow formation.

For a time, he was the sharpest knife tip of this triangle, and everywhere he went, he was invincible, and for a while, these fierce Aden soldiers who were not afraid of death were shocked by his ferocity and bravery, and wherever he went, the soldiers involuntarily avoided it.

The rescued natives unconsciously attached themselves to Tang Jie's group, and while following Tang Jie's footsteps and fighting desperately, they looked at the man wielding two knives with a look of awe, as if this was a god of death that had descended on the battlefield, ruthlessly harvesting life.

On the huge and long front, Tang Jie is like a shark that goes deep into the sea, constantly turning over the river and the sea, constantly stirring up splashes and waves, and slowly spreading its influence to the surroundings.

However, on the battlefield, one person's strength is limited after all, although he gathered a group of tribesmen to kill left and right, but he still can't change the entire battle situation, and even can't affect the victory or defeat of these two forward camps.

Soon, the Chinese armies on both sides rushed to the battlefield, and the backbone of the Tribal Federation, which was numerous, threw themselves into the battlefield amid the earth-shaking shouts, but the Chinese troops of the Aden army paused slightly when the main force of the Tribal Federation was put into the battlefield and widened the distance from the main battlefield.

This move was barely noticed by anyone on the chaotic battlefield, but soon, the main forces of the Tribal Federation, who had been strangled together and quickly gained the upper hand on the battlefield, soon discovered that they had fallen into a trap.

In the opposing camp, countless fireballs rose into the air, rushing towards the battlefield dominated by the Tribal Federation!

Tang Jie, who was on the battlefield, his eyes widened instantly, and the worst thing he didn't want to see finally happened!

The opposing mage has joined the war!!

The magician's power on the battlefield is something that anyone can understand, Tang Jie has always been unwavering that they will not have a chance to win this battle at all, and the most important factor is not only the huge gap between the two sides in discipline training and equipment and weapons, but the contrast in the magic strength of the two sides is too great.

Sword fighters participate in large-scale wars, and they must form a group to have terrible destructive power, and mages are different, sometimes one side does not have a mage, and the other side has a mage, even if there is only one, that will cause the victory or defeat on the battlefield to be seriously tilted to the side with mage.

Tang Jie just raised his eyes and looked, judging from the number and scale of the fireballs tumbling in the sky, there were at least more than a hundred magicians on the opposite side.

If you compare the magician camps and numbers of the previous sea battles between the Shira Empire and Mosanbique, these more than 100 magicians are not enough at all, but in the face of the Tribal Federation, these more than 100 magicians are simply terrifying weapons!

Soon, the clan warriors around Tang Jie all raised their heads, stared at the fireballs flying in the air like cannonballs, and stood in place one by one in a daze, without any reaction at all.

Many of them had seen magic for the first time.

It has been about ten years since the end of the third and last southern invasion war, and in this decade, the tribal federation is mainly confronted with the golden ivory tower Yading, and the confrontation between the two sides is mainly focused on the hand-to-hand combat competition.

This made the tribal warriors who had grown up in the past ten years have no idea what magic is, and they were obviously stunned when they saw it for the first time, and when countless fireballs fell on the crowded battlefield, they knew that they were howling in terror and fear.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Seen from above, a tumbling red bubble instantly appeared in this black surging earth.

This burst of dense fireballs bombarded the enemy and devoured the life on the battlefield one by one, often a fireball smashed down, and immediately it was a pit, and the tribal warriors and black-helmeted soldiers inside were instantly burned into black charcoal, curled up into a ball, and then quickly trampled into pieces by the panicked warriors with their feet, turned into flying ashes, and after a while in the air, dust returned to dust, and dust returned to earth.

Fireball is the simplest of all magic, but it is the most effective, and when used in groups, it has the advantages of being the fastest to cast, the most destructive, and the most economical in mana.

Tang Jie felt as if he was in a position that was constantly bombarded by an artillery group, and the dense fireballs made his heart tremble!

Tang Jie, who often fought with magicians, was still like this, not to mention the others such as Dadama and Tobulmay, who stood there one by one, petrified in this panicked and chaotic battlefield.

"Bastard!" Tang Jie yelled at them, "Follow me, rush forward!"

Tobulme came back to his senses, his face turned pale: "Rush forward?"

Tang Jie said loudly: "Yes, if you want to survive this kind of magic bombardment, you can only keep rushing forward, the closer you get to the magician, the greater the chance of survival!"

It was as if Toubulme had heard the Arabian Nights, and she felt that under such a terrible attack, they had no chance of winning, and the only thing they could do was to turn and flee, because this power surpassed their courage and will.

"Trust me!!" Tang Jie raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted loudly to the stunned Dadama and the others.

"Be careful!" Tobulmay suddenly shouted behind Tang Jie.

Tang Jie turned his head to look, but saw a fireball blasting towards him.

Tang Jie didn't think about it, his fighting spirit suddenly exploded, the fiery red fighting spirit wrapped him like a flame, he crossed his knives, twisted his ankles, turned around, and the fighting spirit surged out of his falling double knives like a fierce wave.

A fierce and majestic fighting spirit smashed the fireball with a bang, and for a while, the flames that were crushed by the fighting spirit flew around, like a firework.

Fighting energy and magic can cancel each other out, but this offset is very disproportionate.

The fireball technique is only the lowest level of magic in magic, and the magic power consumed is also very small, but in order to counteract such a fireball technique, it must release several times the fighting energy.

After Tang Jie released this blow, his breathing was a little short, plus he had killed all the way, his body was already a little tired, and what made him secretly frightened the most was that the wound on his body that had been injured before began to ache faintly again, after all, he had not healed yet.

"Damn! I shouldn't be reckless! I should have used Barba's arm!" Tang Jie secretly regretted in his heart, and he began to feel the buzzing inside his helmet head, especially the sudden throbbing of his temples.

"Is this all of a sudden weak?" Tang Jie gritted his teeth, his helmeted head was extremely heavy, and the scenes of the previous masters of the "Unyielding Will" began to appear in front of him.

"Bastard, don't watch a movie for a while!" Tang Jie shook his head vigorously, and shook the illusion in front of him hard.

Compared with his exhaustion at this moment, the situation of Tobulme, Dadama and others finally relieved Tang Jie a lot.

When these people saw that they were shattering the magic with their fighting spirit, they were obviously in high spirits, and their eyes looked at Tang Jie with more and more awe and worship.

Tobulme reacted quickly, raised the scimitar in his hand, and shouted: "Rush forward if you want to stay alive!!"

These tribal warriors finally perked up in utter despair, let out a unison roar and shout, and began to rush against the tide towards the terrifying and thick Chinese camp of the other party.

Throughout the battlefield, the Chinese army in Aden began to attack the chaotic tribal federation, and the magician's attack was like an extension of artillery fire, constantly bombarding backwards, which confirmed Tang Jie's words: Only by rushing forward can there be a glimmer of life.

But running backwards is certainly ten deaths, but running forward is only nine deaths.

Especially when Tang Jie and the others suddenly found that their eyes were empty, they found that they had rushed out of the boiling and chaotic battle line, and the tribal warriors behind them were quickly breaking away from them like a rapidly ebbing tide.

They are like a small rock on the shore that suddenly loses the cover of the tide and is left alone on the sand.

It's a terrible feeling to lose collective cover on the battlefield, but it's even more terrifying when they find themselves completely separated from the large army with a forest-like Black Helmets standing in front of them.

Including Tang Jie, everyone's rushing pace suddenly stopped, and the distance in front of them was less than fifty meters away from the largest and most powerful Chinese army camp of the Aden army, these soldiers were nearly forty thousand, their armor was like a city wall, and their spears were as many as forests, and they were black and pressing, and they couldn't see their heads at a glance!

In the face of the strict steel castle, even if he was as brave as Tang Jie, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his mind suddenly went blank.

Even he didn't know what to do next!

Turn around and flee, a magical blow awaits them like a raging storm!

Charge forward, even a realm-level expert can't compete with this impregnable steel castle!

Survival, or destruction?

When Tang Jie was faced with a mortal situation in front and behind, suddenly there was a whining horn sound in the direction of the Tribal Federation City, followed by a dull moaning and chanting of incantations.

A blood-red cloud quickly gathered in the sky, and these flowing clouds spun rapidly, gradually solidifying into a totem with a strange pattern.

This totem is like a person's face, but the facial features are blurred, and it can be vaguely recognized as a woman's appearance, Mavi, the goddess of chaos!

At a glance, Tang Jie felt that the power contained in it was extremely terrifying, and it was not at all under the power of any artifact he had come into contact with!

As soon as all the soldiers on the battlefield who were bombarded by magic and fled saw this totem in the sky, they immediately stopped running and involuntarily looked up at the sky, and their eyes gradually exuded a wave of fanatical gaze.

"It's a blood totem!" Tobulme shouted.

Tang Jie asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

Tobulme's eyes also bloomed with a wave of fanaticism and adoration: "This is the power totem given to us by the goddess Mavi, as long as the person who is shrouded in the blood-colored totem, all strength and courage will be restored, and the warriors blessed by the totem power, they will not feel any pain and fear! In the time blessed by the totem, even an old man who is dying can become the most brave warrior!"

Tang Jie looked at this bloody totem cloud, this totem cloud emitted bursts of flowing and heavy blood-red light, like countless red silks, closely connected with every indigenous person on this battlefield, but it was very clear that the army of Aden was sent out.

After Tang Jie looked at a red silk wrapped around his body, he really felt that the strength he had consumed before was recovering rapidly, and the most important thing was that the faintly painful injuries on his body seemed to be completely unfelt, and his body was filled with a fierce and surging power, as if he had inexhaustible strength!

"I, I'm actually healed?" Tang Jie clenched his fists and looked at his hands in disbelief, he felt that he had returned to his peak state, and even his strength was still exceeded!

But compared to the full recovery of his strength, what attracted Tang Jie's attention more was that he clearly felt that the "unyielding will" he wore on his head began to emerge with a power that was like nothing, the power of the sea god Tira!

This abnormality made Tang Jie surprised and delighted in his heart: Could it be that the Seagod Helmet must be used when the body's will is at its fullest?