The sound of fierce collisions and earth-shattering shouts of slaughter drew closer, and the dust was thick with blood as the four heavy infantry and the remaining Pans and Snake scouts entered the city walls.

In the dense sound of horses' hooves, the tall and burly Cohan led the centaur cavalry to gallop quickly, his body was still bleeding, his solid bronze chest was almost completely split in half by a huge wound, and the ranger warriors behind him also carried all kinds of serious injuries, some were cut by sharp blades, and some were like claw marks torn by huge claws.

On Cohan's solid back, Brigitte's slender body lay limply on it, her silver armor almost stained red with blood, and her attractive face was pale and frosty even in a coma.

"That's" The more powerful five senses allowed Xia Zuo to see the approaching battle on the other side of the valley far earlier than everyone else, and his face instantly showed an unbelievable look of surprise, and the whole person was suddenly wrapped in an aqua blue breath, shooting out like a meteor in a series of afterimages, leaving a clear voice echoing on the city tower, "All departments strictly guard their posts, and Mu Chamu is temporarily under your command." ”

Less than half a mile away from the valley pass, the three legions of Lionheart, Tiger Roar and Wolf Cavalry formed a tight defensive line, and relied on the terrain and the surrounding rocks and earth to control the entrance in their own hands.

In the overwhelming smoke and dust, a large area of about 10,000 fighters shining with various colors of light was suspended in the ground and air, most of them were human fighters, still adhering to the tradition of human beings fighting more and fighting less. Groups of three or five surrounded a Campas warrior and besieged him.

Xia Zuo easily found the figure of the Lionheart, and his opponents were three people, but the strong pressure still made a strong man like the Lionheart chaotic.

One was a middle-aged man with a resolute face burning with a blazing white flame, his eyes were ruthless and cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, in the divine light, he felt like a mighty god high above.

The other was a large, blood-colored robe surrounded by ornate intricate gold threads, and a hood that completely concealed the head from darkness, with several upright protrusions on the upper edge of the hood. It should be a crown or a headband or something under the hood.

The last one was the figure of Xia Zuo hurrying in shock. A black giant six meters tall, with a solid body adorned with gorgeous gold ornaments, it looks noble and solemn under the pitch-black skin, the most powerful and noble Angus Majesty of Campas. Now he is like a raging beast. Huge body with terrifying power. Constantly attacking the Lionheart.

Rapid and angry roars came from time to time from the chaotic battle situation on the ground, where there were fierce fighting sounds, angry roars. Almost eighty percent of the chaotic sounds on the battlefield.

Xia Zuo looked in disbelief at the black giants who were rushing left and right in the melee between humans and Campas warriors, they were all about five meters tall, and their tall ones could reach six meters, their bumpy black muscles were carved out of steel, and their faces were as perfect as handsome or beautiful faces carved out of marble.

"Hell, what the hell is going on?how could Beamon fight the army of Campas!" Xia Zuo still couldn't believe the low roar in his eyes, but time didn't allow him to think about it.

The squadron leader of a Lionheart Legion, a powerful fighter with golden strength, roared and rushed towards a huge Beamon, and the sword in his hand danced a sword light, heading straight to Beamon's throat, the fatal parts of the heart, but Beamon's face did not change in the slightest, a straight punch waved, without the slightest fancy, the powerful fist contained terrifying energy, and the diameter of the roaring Rhine fighter, even the person with the sword was shattered.

At the same time, such scenes were happening everywhere on the ground, and in the face of more than a hundred giant Beamons on a rampage, a large number of warriors returned to Campas every second.

"Damn! what the hell is going on!" Xia Zuo roared in confusion, and his figure appeared in front of Beamon's tall figure in a flash, and slammed his fist straight into Beamon's throat.

A black distorted light and shadow flashed in the air, and a black fist like a mountain of Beamon suddenly appeared, wrapped in a violent howl.

The slender arm and the mountain-like fist collided together, and the aqua blue light on Xia Zuo's body shone brightly, and the black and red halo on Beamon's body flickered, and then in the loud sound of eardrums tingling.

"Damn! what a lot of brute force!" Xia Zuo snorted, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and was smashed to the ground by the huge anti-shock force, and only then did he stand still after a few stumbles under his feet, since the physical body was strengthened several times, this was the first time that Xia Zuo had encountered an opponent who could match his physical strength.

And the tall Beamon on the other side was also uncomfortable, the golden bracelet and armband on his arm suddenly exploded, and he took a few steps backwards in a row, leaving a few deep footprints on the ground on the huge soles of his feet, and a trace of black-green things that should be blood appeared at the corners of his mouth, but there was no expression on his handsome face.

Xia Zuo noticed Beamon's scene, although his blue eyes shone like emeralds, but his eyes were stiff and slack, this feeling was exactly the same as the feeling that the army of orcs gave Xia Zuo.

He didn't feel the slightest soul fluctuation in the shell in front of him, not so much a powerful creature as a powerful war puppet without life.

"Damn! What the hell, how could such a powerful creature as Beamon be controlled!" Xia Zuo scolded angrily in a low voice, he must have been controlled by Beamon, if so, it makes sense, why would a strong man as strong as the Tiger Roaring King die on the battlefield.

It's just that what he doesn't understand is that Beamon is not like a weak race like the orcs, they not only have a strong body, a strong fighting spirit, but also a powerful spiritual power, when he was in the God of War City, Angus's spiritual power was only revealed, just like the majesty of the sky, and he could easily suppress the Lionheart King and the Tiger Roaring King with the power of one person, how could such a strong person be easily controlled.

"Charles, lead the wolf cavalry into a strangulation formation and block Beamon's pace, and the rest of the legions are ready to retreat!" the majestic voice of the Lionheart came from the sky during the battle.

Naturally, Beamon, who was unconscious, would not react to King Lionheart's orders, and more than a hundred and ten more Campas warriors fell in the brutal left and right collision.

The wolves howled, and a sword that shone like a crescent moon flew in the cold light, and with the crunch of bells, clusters of wandering wolf cavalry surrounded Beamon and blocked all their offensive angles.

The distorted black light and shadow flickered, and the expressionless Beamons didn't care about how the enemy in front of them responded, their duty was only to kill everything in front of them, and they rushed to the scattered camp of the wolf cavalry without the slightest reason.

With the running of the giant wolf, countless cold knife lights shone up, Beamon rushed left and right brutally, and smashed his fists heavily on the knife forest, although Beamon's impact was temporarily suppressed, but at the same time the wolf cavalry also suffered huge losses, in front of Beamon's huge body, even if they rode the giant wolf, it was only to Beamon's waist, those thick and huge fists smashed down, and for a while, I don't know how many wolf cavalry who did not have time to move were smashed into meat together with the giant wolf.

The wolves howled, blood flew everywhere, and the rushing wolf cavalry surrounded Beamon and fought fiercely.

Xia Zuo and a Beamon who was covered in the cold air of the forest fought fiercely, and every time the fists of the two sides collided, their bodies would definitely be shaken by each other.

Looking at a void, Xia Zuo let out a roar, kicked out his feet one after another, and in the crisp sound of bone cracking, the huge force diameter kicked Beamon's solid chest into a depression and deformation, and the huge body was so unstable that it flew out dozens of meters, and fell in the chaos, and immediately there were countless swords, guns, swords, halberds, and fists on the soles of his feet to kill him, even if it was a powerful Beamon, he quickly disintegrated in the wild beast tide.

"Lionheart, we're ready! Retreat quickly!" Xia Zuo retreated and slammed a human fighter into the air with his elbow, shouting loudly in his mouth, a large group of Campas warriors fell every moment, these people are the elite of Camppass, if they can save one, they will save one, and they must not die here in vain.

Even if he dies in battle, he must be buried with enough enemies on the walls of the city with defensive measures.

The wolf cavalry led by Charles Wolf King here has gradually become unbearable, the Beamon clan is too strong, even if the wolf cavalry team spreads and shrinks with Beamon's external charge, but there are still casualties, and Beamon is bloody rain everywhere he passes, and countless stumps and broken arms fly sideways in the black light and shadow they bring.

Although the counterattack of the wolf cavalry also caused some damage to Beamon, the casualties between each other were far from being in a single ratio, and even Charles was bitten off half of his arm by the crazy Fabeamon, who was only half of his body left, under the counterattack of a Beamon's death.

The camp of the wolf cavalry was gradually dispersed by Beamon, and the heroic Campas officers, full of strong fighting spirit, rushed to the front without fear of death, but in front of Beamon, most of them were strong and had no power to fight back, and the loss of a large number of officers made the wolf cavalry team gradually panic.

The Lionheart King had already seen Xia Zuo coming, but under the strong pressure of the three of them, he couldn't react for a while, and grabbed the gap in the encirclement to get out, and the Lionheart King shouted loudly, "Retreat!

Under the impact of a group of powerful fighters, the entangled Kampas warriors finally had a moment of respite, and the rear army turned into the front army, and quickly rushed towards the mouth of the valley, leaving behind the corpses of humans, orcs and Beamon, who had been cut to pieces.

"Don't let them escape!" a calm, almost subdued voice of command came from the air, and with his shout, Beamon, whose pitch-black body was sprinkled with blood from his stumps, rushed forward from a distance away from the Terran army. (To be continued......)