The deadwood giant has a brown complexion, and its skin is covered with dense stripes, similar to the annual rings on the wood, round and round. The pectoral muscles bulged high one by one, and from a distance, they looked like hard basalts.

Joints such as knees and elbows were covered with spikes, and although they were only as long as daggers, they were as sharp and sharp as a three-edged army thorn, and Yang Lin had no doubt that he could penetrate the hardest human skull in one fell swoop.

The Deadwood Giant's weapon was suffocatingly large, not so much a giant mace as a giant log, thicker than the beams used to build the brick house in his hometown. Yang Ling has no doubt that if he knocks it down, I'm afraid that even the latest T92 tank will be photographed into a pile of rotten iron.

Shocking, really shocking!

Yang Ling was dumbfounded, and the black-clothed warriors were even more numb. The Deadwood Guardian is the protector of the forest elves, tall and powerful. Although they knew that it was very likely that they would encounter such a terrible guy, the black-clothed warriors never expected that the long-haired beauty would summon a full twenty-five at once.

Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the Deadwood Guardian strode towards the black-clothed samurai with a bang, bang, bang, bang, and thump, kicking up a large cloud of dust with each step. Although the movement was slow, one step was nearly ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the black-clothed warriors.

When the stick was struck, it crashed like thunder, smashing the black-clothed warrior and his mount into a puddle of flesh and mud, crushing out pools of scarlet blood.

Caught off guard, in the face of the deadwood guards, which were more than ten meters high, the black-clothed warriors slapped the cloud sculptures or griffins below them in horror, and tried their best to rise into the air. Although these deadwood guards in front of them have not yet advanced, their sturdy bodies are not yet something that they can deal with, and no one can seriously injure these elven protectors except for the magicians who accompany them.

Under the cover of the Deadwood Guards, the elves fought back, and the dark green arrows continued like dense raindrops, shooting the nearby black-clad warriors into hedgehogs. All of a sudden, morale was boosted.

Before they had time to dodge, some of the black-clad warriors rode the flying beasts in terror to dodge, but soon they realized that it was all in vain. Either they were shot as hedgehogs by the elves or swatted like flies by the Deadwood Guards. Then, as a tractor-sized foot board was pressed down and crushed alive into a thin meatloaf, Yang Ling had goosebumps when he saw it.

According to the report of the horned bee beast that went out to investigate, there was no ambush from the warring sides nearby, which made Yang Ling feel much more at ease, he didn't want to put his life into it just to watch the excitement. The world is so crazy, rabbits breathe fire, pythons spew water, and now a tree can become a spirit, and the devil knows what monsters will be encountered next.

"Wind Agility, Hurry!" Seeing that the Deadwood Guards were invincible, the frightened young man ordered loudly, "All the magicians stand back and bless the warriors with the Wind Technique, quick!"

After the heavy loss, the young man of the Yin Owl was furious, staring at the long-haired beauty holding a dark green staff on the ground, gritting his teeth with hatred. According to the mercenaries' intelligence, this is just a small elf tribe, I thought it could be easily broken in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect that there would be so many deadwood guards guarding it.

"Ibilis, I'll sell you to the lowest of the lowest when I'm good enough*, and let you pick up seventy or eighty barbarians a day, damn it!" the young man cursed viciously. Only by selling these young and beautiful elf girls to various nobles or * can they compensate for this loss, otherwise it will be a big loss.

After receiving the order, several mages in robes rode griffins into the air again, and only stopped after repeatedly confirming that they were out of range of the elven warriors, and after a burst of muttering, blessed the black-clothed warriors with the Wind Fighting Technique. Suddenly, the black-clothed warriors were empowered, easily dodging the sluggish Deadwood Guards, gritting their teeth and swooping down on the elves who were not good at close combat.

The speed of the cloud eagle and the griffin is already fast, and the speed after the blessing of the wind is even more amazing. Some elves were caught off guard, and one of them was cut in the throat by a black-clothed warrior who fell from the sky. Some were even worse, torn in half by griffons the size of calves, spilling blood, brains, and intestines on the grass.

Staring at the murderous black-clothed warrior, the long-haired beauty commanded the deadwood guards to meet them fiercely. Helplessly, the other party blessed the speed of the wind after the operation, and often as soon as the deadwood guard raised the big wooden stick, the black-clothed warrior had already ridden the griffin and flew out diagonally. It's like catching fish with a bamboo basket, and you can't touch one for half a day.

"Sophia, gather all the deadwood guards, quickly!" Looking at the fast-moving black-clothed warrior, the old man in the center of the command was moved. Since the Deadwood Guards are in vain and can't catch up with the opponent's figure, it is better to simply concentrate on defense.

Sure enough, after gathering the twenty-five Deadwood Guards, the situation changed dramatically again. Forced by the thick and long wooden sticks of the Deadwood Guards, the black-clothed warriors did not dare to sweep at a low altitude, while the elven warriors hid behind the Deadwood Guards and bent their bows and arrows, killing the black-clothed warriors in range one by one.

"Frost Technique, freeze these Deadwood Guards!" ordered the young man loudly after circling in the air for half a circle. With the murmuring of several magicians, soon, the temperature around him plummeted, and it was so cold that Yang Ling, who was hiding in the treetops, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

After listening to the magician's spell and feeling the increasingly surging magic power in the air, the elven old man in the center was shocked. The Deadwood Guardian is not yet advanced and cannot attack air targets, and if it is frozen and unable to attack ground targets, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Elder, after we stay, you lead the clan to retreat, and if you don't leave, it's too late!"

After gritting his teeth, an elven warrior carrying a pot full of long arrows stepped forward. However, before the old man could give the order, with the magician in the air raising his right hand in unison, pieces of goose feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the slow-moving deadwood guard was frozen into a popsicle.

Tsk, ice sculpture?

After shivering, Yang Ling once again appeased the horned bee beast that was about to move after smelling the smell of blood, and at the same time used the magic power in his body to keep out the cold. It's a pleasure to see ice sculptures, but it's another thing to be frozen alive by someone else.

Seeing that the Deadwood Guards were unable to move, the black-clothed warriors were greatly boosted and rushed towards the elves in a frenzy.

"Hehe, look for death!" The young man slashed the throat of an elven warrior and ordered loudly: "Kill all their men, rob them of their property, and tie up all their women for me!"

The young man, clad in heavy armor and with a gloomy gaze, rode a griffin to the left and right surrounded by numerous guards. After breaking up the formation of the elves, he pounced straight towards the long-haired beauty.

"Damn, don't kill the young elven women, it's all money, tie them all up. The young man shouted at a red-eyed warrior, and swept around the beautiful female elves, "Hey, warriors, let's have fun with my Imia today!"

After understanding what the young man meant, the black-clothed warriors roared loudly and frantically attacked the retreating elves. Some of the guys were even more beast-named, and they tore the clothes of the female prisoners on the spot and pounced on them with hideous faces.

"Let go of me, you beasts, let go of me!"

After being tied up by several black-clothed samurai, the long-haired girl struggled desperately. Seeing that his grandfather couldn't rush to the rescue even if he was desperate, and then looked at the young man who was forced over step by step in a daze, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Haha, beauty, I'm here!" Looking at the fairy-like girl, the Imian beast was so eager that she couldn't wait to rush over, "My little beauty, don't be anxious, my brother will serve you well!"

"Ah, my eyes!"

"Ah, horned bee beast, help!"

Just as the long-haired girl closed her eyes in despair, suddenly, the black-clothed warriors beside her shouted hoarsely, their eyes were bleeding, and they fell to the ground and rolled around desperately. When she opened her eyes, she saw that many horned bee beasts were frantically tearing at the eyes and brains of the black-clad warriors.

At the critical moment, Yang Ling sent an army of demonic beasts that were ready to move after smelling blood.