The time of a day and night is fleeting. By the time the sun slowly rose over the horizon the next morning, at the foot of Troll's Claw Mountain south of the Meandering River, the armies of Baldur's Gate and Fort Santil had finally taken up their positions on the open plain.

In order to be able to better see the movement of the opponent's forces and ensure that they can have a good view during the battle, both sides did not hesitate to ignite the remaining wheat stalks in the large wheat fields.

Thankfully, the harvest season has just passed, and most of the crops, especially staple grains, have been deposited in the farm's barns, so there has been no major loss.

As for the local farmers and farmers, they basically ran out a few days ago. Take refuge in places such as Baldur's Gate, Belgoust, and the Friendly Arm, or gather together and take refuge in a fortress with a strong wooden fortress on a large farm, not daring to approach the battlefield of danger.

Even the Bariskell Bridge, where merchants, travelers, hawkers and others gathered, is now empty.

Only a 3,000-strong orc legion under the command of Furzor Chamberbery was in charge. Their mission was simple: to hold the bridge and keep the Baldur's Gate army out of the way of the Baldur's Gate army, who might attack from behind, until the army of Santilburg defeated their opponents head-on.

In addition, there are some goblin cavalry that are not very effective in combat, but have extremely high mobility, which are scattered around the river to reconnoitre.

As soon as they spot an enemy, the goblins will immediately turn around and report to the commander of the Orc Legion.

No matter where Shalovok wants to cross the river for a surprise attack, the orc legion will immediately know and take action to intercept it.

Moreover, the Bariskell Bridge is very close to the place of death, and it only takes half an hour of rapid march to reach the area of engagement.

Even if the enemy does not have a team to sneak around the rear, it can be used as a reserve at any time to enter the frontal battle.

It can be said that with the help of the strong discipline and organizational skills of the Bane Church, the layout of the battlefield of Fourzol Chamberbury did not give the opponent even the slightest opportunity.

In contrast, Shalovok is much simpler and more brutal. This guy only left 1,500 people to guard the camp to ensure the safety of the back road, and he had no intention of crossing the river at all, and he also gave the task of scouting the north bank of the Windfly River to Shadow Druyin, who could control the falcon.

In this way, he will be able to concentrate all his forces and fight an evenly matched battle with the land of the Death of Santilburg.

You must know that in terms of the number of troops, the latter is far stronger than the former. Therefore, Shalovok did not plan to divide his troops from the beginning, let alone launch a surprise attack in order to exchange victory for the minimum cost.

What he wants is to fight a hard-fought and protracted tug-of-war, and then let a steady stream of fresh lives die, whether it is an enemy or his own people.

The complex arrangement lasted for several hours. When the time came to half past eight in the morning, when the sun was already high in the sky and bringing light and heat to the whole world, the Santilburg side was the first to blow the horn and begin a tentative attack.

In the blink of an eye, the six orc infantry phalanxes slowly advanced under the leadership of the lower-ranking officers. However, it is said that there are six phalanxes, in fact, there are not many, usually a phalanx will not exceed fifty people at most, if it is less, there may only be more than thirty, six is less than three hundred, and there is not even a priest responsible for blessing divine arts.

Although the equipment looks pretty good, it's not really elite. Because of the relationship between large-scale damage and control magic, it is rare for a war on the Lun Continent to appear as complex and dense as the earth, with hundreds or even thousands of people at every turn.

After all, in front of spellcasters, especially arcane spellcasters, simply stacking the depth and thickness of the phalanx will not increase their defense.

On the contrary, it is possible that the opponent's low-level greasy technique, spider web technique, fireball technique, and stinky cloud technique will collapse instantly.

As for countering cavalry shocks...... I'm sorry, but in this world full of supernatural forces, cavalry really doesn't have that strong strength and noble status, just one of many arms.

The spells restrained them even farther than the infantry. Examples of infantry victories over cavalry abound, and there is nothing to make a fuss about at all.

Therefore, the popularity of the Lun Continent is a small phalanx with a dozen or even more than 30 people as the basic unit. If the class level of the party is high enough, the number of people will be reduced to ten or even six, which is the configuration of a standard adventure party.

Among them are healers such as priests and druyin, warriors at the heart of defense and attack, mages and warlocks who control and turn the tide at critical moments, and occasionally a bard who unleashes musical magic to inspire his companions.

As for the sewer profession of thieves, which is extremely stretched in frontal combat, it is better to honestly engage in reconnaissance and infiltrate enemy camps to steal information.

In short, the number of people in a phalanx or even a squad on the battlefield is often inversely proportional to its true combat effectiveness.

Fewer people often mean more elite. If a guy in a robe stands up, raises his hands and starts chanting jerky spells and making complex spell moves, run as far as he can.

Anyone who slows down risks being torn to shreds by the terrifying magical power. Woo - winter! Winter!

Winter! Winter! Accompanied by the loud and penetrating sound of horns, and the magically amplified and earth-shattering drums of war, the tentative armies sent by both sides soon encountered and engaged in a bloody battle in the center of the battlefield.

The human soldiers of Baldur's Gate wore leather and chain mail and wielded traditional spears, while the orc soldiers wielded their favorite double-edged axes and wore a stronger combination of chain mail and half-breastplate.

Although the human soldier has a longer and longer range, the moment they reach it is tossed over in pieces.

Many wooden spears are often unable to pierce the orc's armor with a single blow to deal effective damage, but are instead broken by a heavy double-edged axe, depriving them of the metal spearhead that poses the greatest threat.

As a result, in less than ten minutes, one or two hundred human soldiers were cut down by strong orcs who had undergone rigorous training.

Their leather and chain mail were no match for heavy double-edged battle axes, and their bones were usually shattered and blood spurted from their mouths and noses as soon as they were hit.

It was not so much hacked to death as it was to be stoned alive. Some helmets even sink into the nose as soon as they are hit, and a large amount of viscous blood mixed with brain plasma flows out of it.

The orcs also died on their side, but most of the rest were uninjured or only slightly injured.

To some extent, this also reflects the gap in logistics and equipment between the two sides. Naturally, it is necessary to say more about the Santil Fort, all the armor and weapons are produced through modern flow water, and have undergone a series of processes including high-temperature forging, heat treatment, stamping and so on.

Its quality is not at all comparable to that of ordinary blacksmiths and apprentices who hammer it out bit by bit.

The most important thing is to have a large amount of money, so that the soldiers of other races except the goblins can be equipped with armies that can crush most of the countries, city-states and regions of the Lun Continent alone.

After all, even the wealthiest of Amm used to equip his soldiers with a metal helmet, a half-breastplate, and a few other bits and pieces.

The rest of the small towns can only make do with some leather armor, and some use wooden armor. However, Furzol Chamberbery has the ability to equip expendable orc soldiers with double armor and double-edged battle axes that require a lot of steel, which shows the luxury of his equipment.

In contrast, there is only one city, and even no iron ore of its own can be mined, relying mainly on the Baldur's Gate imported from the southern Anmu town of Nasikai, even if it spends all its savings and borrows a lot, it can only ensure that each soldier has a piece of leather armor or chain mail.

Only the elite of the elite can be equipped with armor with strong protective power, such as half-body breastplates, scale armor, and full-body armor.

As for the weapons, most of them are spears and spears, which are long-pole weapons with relatively little iron. No way.

The lack of iron ore resources has always been the biggest weakness of Baldur's Gate. The previous border clashes with Amm were also for the sake of obtaining stable and cheap iron ingots.

"The Great Dark Monarch protects us! All those who resist will die in the end! Even the soul of the dead can escape Bane's grasp! "After killing all the enemies, an orc officer held aloft a bloody head that had just been cut off from his neck and let out a rude, bloodthirsty rant at his men and enemies.

There is no doubt about it, unlike the ordinary orcs in the wild, who are chaotic by nature and only know how to destroy and kill. These orcs, who had been trained and brainwashed by Santil Castle since childhood, looked down on the orc gods at all, and even despised and spit on them, preferring to believe in the gods of tyranny.

This is also why, in order to obtain the command of the orc army of 1,000 people in the fort of Santil, King Yasan IV of Cormier even privately offered a very high price.

And the orc legion did not disappoint it, and when it fought against the army of nomadic tribes that rushed out of the wasteland, it suffered an astonishing battle loss of more than ten to one, and did not take a half step back from the crucified position before the whole army was destroyed.

"Kill them all! Destroy them! Conquer them! Let them tremble under the feet of the god of tyranny! ”

"Sprinkle the world with the glory of the King of Darkness!"

"Obedience to Bane!" …… There was no doubt that such an overwhelming victory in the first engagement immediately brought the morale of the Santilburg side to the top.

After all, they had already captured and occupied a large area of land from the Dragon's Coast to West Hartland, as well as more than twenty important towns.

With the exception of a crushing defeat under the city of Eltorel, the rest did not even encounter a decent resistance.

Some towns, fearing slaughter after defeat, surrendered when they saw the army coming. Therefore, many officers and soldiers who did not know the truth thought that Fuzor Chamberbury could completely conquer this land and establish a heavenly kingdom on earth belonging to Bane.

And you can become a member of the ruling class, taking away the houses, land, and property of the aborigines, and turning them into slaves and slaves under their feet.

This is also the reason why the army of Santil Fort is so strong in combat. With the blessing of the will of the strong and orderly evil camp, whether soldiers or officers, as long as they can make meritorious contributions and win the war, then they can reap amazing benefits from it, and even change their own class to gain a path to rise.

Even before Zuo Si redefined tyranny, there were several states and rulers in the continent who believed in Bane.

Because if you want to expand quickly and become a military power, then joining the side of the god of tyranny is the only option.

Soon, however, the orcs were fired into a longbow volley from Baldur's Gate. A large number of heavy arrows with armor-piercing effects fell from the sky, killing and injuring most of them in an instant, and the rest did not dare to stay within range, and turned around and retreated.

After all, although the protective ability of the half-body cuirass is very strong, it is not completely able to cover the whole body, and the lower layer of chain mail cannot block the penetration of heavy arrows at all.

What's more, the orc warriors who use the double-edged battle axes are not equipped with shields at all, and if they continue to stay, they may only be completely annihilated.

After a round of testing in this way, the supreme commanders of both warring sides had a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the enemy and their own armies.

Without hesitation, Furzol Chamberberry waved his hand and said to the herald beside him, "Let's get our legion into action." Especially the goblin cavalry and human cavalry on both wings. If you can crush the opponent's flank, then throw all the reserves into the battlefield in one go. Remember, it's better not to drag on this war for too long. ”

"Understood!" The herald hurriedly bent down and bowed, quickly allowing the mages on standby to convey orders to the other mid- and lower-level commanders through magic teleportation.

It didn't take long for the entire war machine of Santil Fort to kick in. The cavalry on both flanks were the first to begin to accelerate, making a large circle on the empty plain, trying to attract the attention of the opposing side.

Obviously, in this case, Shalovok had no choice but to divide the precious cavalry and cooperate with a part of the infantry and crossbowmen to contain it.

As for taking the initiative to attack the opponent head-to-head, it is obviously not a wise move when the opponent has a numerical advantage.

What's more, although those black goblins and goblin dogs are said to have a strong combat power, if they really rush in and cause chaos, the consequences will definitely be very serious.

In fact, Shalovok's tactical intent is very obvious, that is, relying on the terrain advantage to defend a wave first, and the flesh mill built through the formation will continue to consume the enemy's forces and create more kills and deaths.

Tens of thousands of goblins are not cannon fodder in his eyes at all, but food that can make him stronger and stronger.

In this way, with the earth-shattering shouts of killing, a war that has attracted the attention of all forces has finally kicked off.

Suddenly, the land that had been used to grow wheat and other crops was quickly filled with dead bodies and blood.

It is foreseeable that next year's crops here will definitely grow better than this year. Irenikas condescendingly watched the tragic scene on the battlefield and commented in a slightly arrogant and disdainful tone: "As far as I know, this land of death under my feet is actually a war that broke out between the countries of Sword Bay and the Amam Empire for this fertile land. It was this war that led to the loss of a powerful state in the region north of Am, and the decline and extinction of many families with royal blood. But now, the same thing is happening again in the same place, which is really full of irony. Speaking of which, short-lived races like you humans and orcs are really keen to wage war, wreak havoc and kill, and will never learn from the lessons of the past. Instead, repeat the mistakes made before over and over again. ”

"Hehe, what are you trying to express? Reflecting the superiority of the elven civilization with a longer lifespan? Zuo Si raised his head and first sneered and asked rhetorically, and then retorted unceremoniously: "Don't forget, the crown wars that broke out several times more than 10,000 years ago were not much worse than those of humans. Several ancient elven kingdoms were reduced to ashes in the war. He even buried the hegemony on his own continent with his own hands, causing the dark elves to settle in the dark regions, and eventually became undying enemies. It seems to me that if there is one more selfish and evil than the selfish, the elves are definitely superior to the humans. It's just that the great elven god Corellon is pressing, and most of the elves don't dare to act rashly for fear of being banished like their dark-skinned evil cousins. In addition, your magical ritual of creating the Elven Isle of Eternal Gathering even tore apart the only continent at the time, causing the destruction of several cities and civilizations, and killing hundreds of millions of living beings. If it weren't for the generosity of the god Io and the lazy care of the Earth Mother God Ao, it would not be possible that there would be no elves in the Lun Continent. Coupled with the destruction and damage caused by the dragon madness lock over the years, the elves still have the face to mock humans for showing their superiority? Who gave you such courage? The elves are now competing with the world for art and pleasure, but in fact, they are just a move to relinquish their hegemony after their decline. After all, the elves have long lost the capital to compete with humans for hegemony on the continent. Because millions of human beings have died, they are still human beings, and they are the most intelligent race in the world. But if the elves die a million people, I'm afraid it won't be far from extinction. Most importantly, dear Irenikas, you are no longer an elf, both outwardly and inwardly. "Instantly!

Irenikas' face turned unusually ugly. On the one hand, he was surprised that Zuo Si knew so much about the history of the elven race coming to the world of Torrell, and on the other hand, the last sentence

"You're not an elf for a long time" pierced him deeply. There is no doubt that the legendary mage has never given up his elven identity and the pride that comes with it.

You must know that the elves on the Lun continent are very arrogant and conceited. In particular, those High Elf nobles who were born in large cities with a long history and a brilliant cultural heritage, almost all of them looked down on other races, especially humans.

In their eyes, human beings with a mere lifespan of only a few decades are not only impatient and rude, but also build towns that are seriously devoid of artistic beauty, and are often driven by greed and ambition, how can they be compared to noble elves.

It's just a bunch of monkeys that have only been civilized for four or five thousand years. Even in the Netherriel era, when human magical civilization was at its peak, it was at best on par with the magic system unique to the elves.

And Irenikas is a prime example of this. That's why he had such a huge obsession after his banishment.

After a long silence, Irenikas slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes tentatively, "You hate elves? Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't hate it, it's just that I don't like the arrogant face of the elf nobles." After all, a group of guys who don't have clean butts themselves, who have the right to look down on others? Don't forget, humans are the natives of the world of Torrell, one of the five creator races. And the elves are nothing more than a group of foreign invaders, colonists, and even made a mess of the whole world at one point. ”

"I see, you don't have a good sense of elves as a whole. This means that one day I will return to the elven city of Sodenisra in the Wildas Forest. Instead of stopping it, you may be watching it be destroyed. Irenikas touched his chin with a playful expression.

This is probably good news for his plans. The Forest of Verdas is to the south of Amm and north of Tessel, and will definitely be the sphere of influence of the West Coast Empire in the future.

If leftist thought wants to intervene, it is very likely that it will have a huge impact on the whole plan. However, now that he figured out his attitude towards the elves, Irenikas was not worried at all.

For he knew that Zosi was clearly more than happy to see the destruction of Sodenisla. Once this important city is destroyed, the rest of the elven villages will have to rely on the protection of the human power to survive, otherwise they will only be destroyed.

At that time, it will not only be able to solve the conflict that may break out with the elven kingdom, but also pull out a nail that does not obey its will, and wantonly cut down the expensive wood in this forest, and then expand the settlement to turn the forest into arable farmland.

"Hahahaha! Don't say that. If that Queen Alistar asks me for help, I will give her all support but physical help, and issue a strong condemnation to you as the culprit. Zuo Si laughed and expressed his attitude.

As a tyrant determined to build a unified empire, he hated the fact that he ruled over various political entities with a clear and independent status in law.

It doesn't matter if the political entity is a city in the forest built by the elves or an underground mine dug by the dwarves.

In particular, Sodenisla, who may have maintained some kind of connection with the elven eternal gathering island, and the elven population ruled by the surrounding villages is as high as tens of thousands, which is simply a huge hidden danger.

It is no wonder that the previous rulers of the kingdom of Tesser actively sought to wage war against the elven forces of the Wildas Forest.

There is such a group of guys who have accumulated strength, and the ghost knows if they will suddenly jump out and stab them in the back after a few decades or even hundreds of years, or suddenly claim that the land in the area has belonged to the elven kingdom since ancient times, and they can also come up with substantial evidence.

After all, the history of elves is so long, and when they were at their strongest, they almost occupied the richest land from north to south.

"Condemnation? You really have a sense of humor. The corners of Irenikas's mouth twitched slightly. He obviously didn't think that he would be the kind of person who cared about fame, and he wouldn't lose a piece of skin if he condemned something, so he just condemned it.

Anyway, by the time he had absorbed the power of the Tree of Life, he would have already become one of the gods.

"No, it's not a sense of humor, it's a necessary political attitude. You can call it hypocritical, but you can't stop it from doing it. Also, what did you think about my previous proposal? You must know that the fateful battle of the Sons of Baal is about to begin. When the war is in a scorching state, Shalovok sends out all the reserves around him, and the team of the Aberdale will immediately use teleportation magic to rush in and decapitate. If nothing else, the process is very fast, with a maximum of a few minutes to complete. With that, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the people on the top of another mountain on the other side of the river.

Since the sun rose and had breakfast, they had been recuperating, constantly checking their weapons, armor, and the magical items, scrolls, and potions they carried with them.

The reason why he didn't do it immediately was because Shalopok still had about 2,000 people in reserve around him.

If you choose to teleport at this time, you will inevitably face a large number of enemy sieges. Only when the formation begins to be chaotic and the warring sides are completely divided into one pot of porridge can the best time to launch a surprise attack.

"Let's wait until the two sons of Baal are decided. At least I want to make sure that what you said is true. Irenikas fiddled with his fingers slightly, his expression visibly becoming a little nervous.

Because he had already extracted divine power and divinity from the other sons of Baal, he could begin to feel the increasing number of deaths caused by the battle between the two armies, and there was something in his soul that was becoming more and more excited, more and more excited, as if he was cheering hoarsely.

This is obviously not normal. At least not in the realm of what was originally expected. Irenikas used to think that God was nothing more than a process of quantitative change after faith and great power had been piled up.

But now it seems that it is not so simple, but there are many hidden mysteries. He was 100 percent sure that the young man in front of him must know more than he did.

After a brief conversation, the two quickly fell silent again, condescendingly watching the battle below.

Obviously, a general battle of tens of thousands of people like this will never be able to determine the winner in a moment.

Both midfielders are constantly trying to squeeze each other, forcing them to shrink and buy more space for themselves.

Whenever a phalanx or several phalanxes are compressed by the enemy into a crowded circle of people, then the people here can basically declare death.

Because when too many people are crowded together, they can't use their hands and feet at all, and they can only wave their weapons to kill the enemy, so they can only watch their companions fall one by one until it is their turn.

That kind of help and despair is enough to make most people who are not psychologically strong enough to completely collapse, or even choose to commit suicide on their own initiative.

Seeing that the battle situation was starting to become anxious, and the army under his command was a little unable to push, Fuzor Chamberbury gave a look to the Manson clone behind him, who was always staring at his ass.

The latter immediately understood, turned around and began to chant incantations loudly with the mage group to perform magical rituals.

In total, more than forty Castiel Mages joined the group, each contributing at least one Triple Ring spell slot.

When the ritual was completed, dozens of dazzling red fireballs rained down from the sky and smashed into the place where Baldur's Gate army had the most stubborn resistance and the most densely numbered people.

Before anyone else could react to what was happening, the flames and explosions quickly swept around.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! There were more than two or three hundred of the most elite Flame Fist mercenaries and their experienced captains, and they were completely devoured in the fierce flames.

When the explosion and fire cleared, all one could see was a charred corpse, soaked in nearly molten steel.

The death is as horrible as it is. What is even more terrifying is that their death has caused several gaps in the entire battle.

Before the reserves in the rear could rush forward to block it, thousands of goblins poured in at the orders of the goblin officers.

Due to their very short stature and lack of armor, goblins are much more agile than human soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the queue along the crack, using their sharp daggers to cut the ligaments of the enemy's calves, or plunged directly into the vital positions of the lower half of their bodies.

It was only about three or five minutes before a piercing scream of pain rang out from Baldur's Gate. Before many Flame Fist mercenaries had time to exert their strength, they covered their lower bodies and fell to the ground with convulsions up and down, only to be stuck in the eyes or neck mending knives by the goblins that poured in later.

As we all know, the most important components of an army in the era of cold weapons are those veterans who have seen blood, killed people, and have rich combat experience and obedience.

And for Baldur's Gate, this part of the people is the Flame Fist mercenaries. They are not only the best soldiers, but also the backbone of the entire army, shouldering the important responsibility of supervising the battle team, setting up the command system, and then rushing to block the gap at the critical moment to prevent a large-scale collapse and escape.

So now, after so many Flame Fist mercenaries died at once, those recruits who couldn't withstand the fierce battle immediately had the idea of escaping.

Their turn and flight set off a chain reaction, causing the soldiers around and behind them to run with them, eventually forming a coercion.

Even if an officer wants to stop it, I'm afraid it will be able to recover at this time. Either take a few punches and run with them, or get stabbed to death by a broken soldier.

If it were another commander, I am afraid that he would immediately panic when he saw this situation, but Shalovok was not at all, he directly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and ordered the archers who were standing by on the side: "Give me three salvos aimed at those fleeing soldiers and pursuing goblins." ”

"What? Your Excellency, are you crazy? Those are all our soldiers! Another officer next to him reminded in a dumbfounded voice.

"I'm sorry, not from the moment they ran away." A terrifying red light burst out of Shalofok's eyes in an instant, and the former couldn't help but shudder in fright, and he didn't dare to continue to dissuade him, so he could only raise his hand and signal to start shooting.

In the blink of an eye, the dense array of arrows flew into the air, slashing a graceful projectile above the battlefield, and then plunged headlong into the target area.

Whoosh Whoosh –

"Ahh I...... I've been shot! ”

"Damn! What the is going on? Why are those crossbowmen shooting at us? ”

"Not good! The second round of arrow rain is coming! Fast! Run in the opposite direction! ”

"Bastard! This must have been intentional! Shalovok wants to use a rain of arrows to force us to fight back! ”…… Accompanied by screams and invective, the soldiers who had managed to escape from the meat grinder in front of them could only rush at the goblins who could not kill them with their weapons again.

Seeing that the battle was once again stabilized, Shalofok showed a smug expression, and said to his cronies behind him: "Now you immediately bring the reserves to suppress the formation, and ensure that those recruits will not have a large-scale rout." Remember, whoever dares to turn around will kill him, and don't show mercy. ”

"As you wish, master." The human warrior touched his chest with one hand and bowed, then drew his sword and shouted to his subordinates to line up in a horizontal line, marching towards the battlefield in front of him.

By the time this reserve was on top, there were only a handful of archers and a few personal guards left by Shalovok's side.

Just as he was enjoying the growing divine power and divinity in his body, a dazzling white pillar of light suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Next Second...... Aberdell rushed out of the inside, raised the giant sword in his hand and roared, "For Glion! Prepare to die! Shalofok! "Bell!

The two two-handed giant swords collided together in an instant, bursting out with scattered sparks. At the last moment, Shalovok, with his superb combat skills and experience, drew his weapon in time to block this surprise attack, and also pushed the opponent away with the help of stronger strength attributes, sneering and mocking: "Who should I be?" It turned out to be you, my half-brother. I can't imagine that after escaping from Baldur's Gate with your tail between your legs, you didn't quickly find a place to hide, and even joined the army of Santil Fort to take revenge? I'm really impatient! ”

"Who lives impatiently, not necessarily! I swear that if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will cut off your head with my own hands. Abdel was clearly not a thinker, and soon after being repulsed, he began to wave his two-handed greatsword again.

One of Shalovok's guards rushed forward to protect his employer, only to be cut in half by his terrifying force, causing blood and intestines to spill all over the ground.

About a second later, Jasila and the others also rushed out of the teleportation pillar. Sancho unceremoniously threw a [Ma Youfu Strong Acid Arrow] at the enemy's face.

As Zuo Si's apprentice, he knew too well how to retaliate to make his opponent feel pain, so he decisively sacrificed a famous one in this universe

"Disfiguring Magic" Shalovok happened to be entangled by Aberdale, so he couldn't pull out his hand to block or dodge, and was faced by a green lake of strongly corrosive liquid on the spot.

One of the eyes was burned blind by strong acid on the spot. The great pain made him instantly burst out with the terrifying power imagined by ordinary people.

"Ahh!!!!h How dare you!! I saw that the blood-red divine power instantly gushed out from Shalofok's body like a tide, and quickly swept over the surrounding area of hundreds of meters.

Anyone who was affected by the divine power would immediately feel a biting chill and the urge to kill that Fa described in words.

People who are less timid and less determined will will even be frightened to sit on the ground with a plop and sloppy feces and urine, and their bodies shake uncontrollably.

It was the deepest fear of the soul! It is the best proof of the huge gap between mortals and gods!

After kicking Aberdale into the air, Shalovok finally raised his head to reveal his terrifying face that had been corroded by strong acid, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Very good! It's really, really good! I can't believe that you lost dogs still have the courage to assassinate me! In that case, let me kill you all here. As the last word blurted out, the most powerful son of Baal in the Sword Bay area suddenly raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

Aberdell instantly felt that his neck was stuck by a force in the shape of a force, and no matter how hard he struggled, it helped.

Then, the force dragged him straight towards the sword in Shalofok's hand. If he really hits, then the armor on his body will probably not play any protective role, and his heart will be pierced in minutes, and then he will die in a very short time.

"No !!!" In this moment of facing death, Aberdale clearly burst out of his potential, and his body quickly grew a harder cuticle, while a thick tail extended from the back of his buttocks, and his hands and feet took on the appearance of sharp claws.

He finally managed to transform himself into one of the incarnations of the murder god Baal, the slayer who had once made mere mortals look so bad.

When the transformation was complete, Aberdale broke free from the shackles of his divine power almost instantly, and pounced on Shalophok like a madman to shatter his body.

It was not difficult to tell from those eyes that were completely emotionless, completely beast-like, that he was now completely unconscious, and that he was left with the most primitive desire to kill and die.

Bang! Shalovok first forced Aberdale to dodge with his sword, then picked up his iron-gloved fist and knocked him out, grinning and letting out a wild laugh: "Hahahaha! You're a sight to behold, dear brother. I can't imagine that even a waste like you can tap into the bloodline power that belongs to your father in your body and gain the ability to become a killer. But so what? Do you think you're the only one who can turn into a killer? Shalofok also released the divine power in his body, revealing his slayer form.

But unlike Abdel, although his eyes were also full of bloodthirsty impulses, he did not completely lose his mind, but exuded the aura of destruction and death like a demon lord.

"Oh oh my God! He...... What kind of monster have they become? A Baldur's Gate officer opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"That's the Killer! The incarnation form of the deceased murder god Baal! If you don't want to die, stay away from them. Jasila reminded everyone around her with a solemn expression.

Because what she feared most had happened, and she could do anything about it.