There is a mountain range in the north of the mountain, looking from afar, the peaks and ridges are sloping, the ravines are spreading, and the mountains are full of ancient black pine trees, and the old branches on the trunks are like an outstretched iron arm, which looks resolute and powerful in the sunlight. And the strange-shaped creatures lurking under the big trees are even more terrifying.

The creatures seemed to be made of steel, their teeth were unusually sharp, and the scales on their bodies seemed to be rusted from broken copper and iron, but the big knife in their hands was shining, and they stood with their legs bent, leaving a three-toed footprint between the gaps in the pine trees without taking a step, and a deep depression at the heel, and a buzzing sound when they spoke, like a cold wind, which made people shiver for a while.

A group of such monsters are black and overwhelming, covering the mountains and fields. No one could tell what age they were, even the old elf ancestor who had survived tens of thousands of cultivation in Mo Cong's body. They have no head, but they are orderly, and in their eyes any living creature with life and breath other than their own kind is an enemy.

"Kill the light, kill the light, kill the light"

They shouted from their mouths, marched in order, their tall bodies swaying, their sharp teeth gurgling, their broadswords shining in their hands, and their steps were surprisingly consistent, clang, clang, and their footsteps stepped on the pine forest, the earth shook, the pine needles swayed, and they marched towards Mo Cong's soldiers one by one.

Mo Cong held the Moon Shadow Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and his eyes widened as he looked at the Warcraft Legion that was like a copper wall and an iron wall like a torrent of steel, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. On his side, on the left stood Poison Dragon Zhi, Huangfu Yunsong, and Ling Xian'er, and on the right stood Mountain Ghost Wen, Zhilan, and Peach Demon. Ma Xiaohua stood behind them with some excitement and curiosity, and the elder brother of the peach demon and the two sad-looking elves were in charge of protecting her.

Behind Ma Xiaohua and them stood Sun Long and Huo Liang, one of them was slightly fat, the other was slightly thin, the figure was generally tall, majestic and dignified, both wearing bright silver armor, riding on war horses, on both sides of the helmet, the two silver wings were dazzling, each holding a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was more than a foot long. At this moment, the two of them had serious expressions, and just waiting for Mo Cong's order, they led a million male soldiers behind them to swarm up. In their eyes, those demonic beasts that look like dragons, but are not dragons, but are indeed dragons, are their prey and enemies.

The demonic beast slowly approached, Mo Cong's breathing became heavy and powerful, and sweat broke out in the palm of his left hand holding the sword. The friends on both sides of him were also breathing heavily, and their palms were sweating with excitement or nervousness.

The demonic beast was approaching step by step, Mo Cong's pair of sword eyebrows slowly gathered in one place, the pair of clear big eyes flashed with a cold cold glow, and he clenched the sword tighter, seeing that the demonic beast had surged down from the opposite mountain, Mo Cong suddenly wheeled the Moon Shadow Sword and shouted angrily: "Brothers, rush!"

Mo Cong shouted angrily, ran forward a few steps suddenly, and slashed out a sword casually, this sword used his full strength, a red arc of light flashed out of the blade, expanding like a beam, and the spiritual power was amplified by the spirit stone on the Moon Shadow Sword and the attack power of the Moon Shadow Sword itself dozens of times, the red spiritual power was like a waterfall sweeping across the jungle, and layers of qi rose in the air, making Ran feel dizzy, boom, the trees were broken, and the neat Warcraft Legion on the opposite side received a huge impact, like a hard iron plate that suffered a violent hammer, and a huge depression immediately appeared。 For a while, the demon beast army on the opposite side cried wolf howl, flesh and blood flew sideways, and even the bright big knife in the beast's hand was shattered, and the scattered fragments refracted a dazzling light in the air.

The mountain ghost Wen had already put on the "Houyi Divine Bow" and fired three soul-snatching arrows in a row, and the three arrows also carried amplified soul power, like three galloping meteors rushing into the team of the Warcraft, and the three arrows made three gaps in the team of the Warcraft, leaving no armor behind.

Ling Xian'er's red lips moved, a conical beautiful leg lifted up, and fell suddenly, the legs were naturally forked, the plump buttocks also trembled, the right hand holding the keel staff was raised high, and after drawing a beautiful arc in the air, the magic gem on the staff magically flashed, and the entire staff was shrouded in a flame, and a small crystal fireball popped up, Ling Xian'er's whole action was elegant and free, and the action was done in one go. The small fireball flew forward, almost at lightning speed, and hit the enemy's team at lightning speed, and when it reached the enemy's team, it expanded countless times, like a sun that was suddenly shot down, and exploded with a bang, and the rolling flames burned dozens of demonic beasts to ashes. And the monster that was on the edge and was not burned to death, Wow Wow Monster Plus, with fireballs on his body, rushed around the team. The chain reaction of magic has made many monsters look pitch black.

Poison Dragon Zhi and Huangfu Yunsong also struck into the ground like tigers, and their stumps and severed arms were scattered all over the place.

Zhilan shook the "nine-section phoenix tail purple gold whip" in her hand, although this young and beautiful young woman had given birth, she still maintained a perfect body shape, her soft waist twisted like a snake, raised the lotus root arm holding the whip, propped up the chest of the shirt and turned the snow in the clothes, the long whip in her hand was like a flying colorful phoenix falling from the sky, controlled by the soul power to flutter in the air, a blue colorful phoenix spread its wings and knocked down dozens of enemy soldiers.

Several people made moves almost at the same time, and at the same time, the army behind them had already rushed out of the camp, shouting loudly, shouting and killing to the sky, fighting with each other in close quarters, fighting with white blades, and starting a melee with the demonic beast. Smoke rose from the battlefield, the ranks of the demonic beasts were like rivers flooding, endlessly, and Mo Cong's army was like a flooding river, and the waves were monstrous.

The magic legion trained by Ling Xian'er threw magic cannonballs into the enemy team one by one, and the cannonballs were blue and red, the red ones were fire, and the blue ones were electricity, and if they didn't explode, they would have different effects: after the fireball fell into the ground array, it exploded and burned a large area; after the lightning ball exploded, all the demonic beasts within the killing range were shocked into charcoal. The demonic beasts outside the killing range were also impacted, and there was a faint blue electric light flashing up and down their bodies, like small blue snakes scurrying around on them, even if they were not killed by electricity, they were numb and unbearable, and temporarily lost their combat effectiveness and resistance.

Behind the enemy was also a row of carts throwing wood flints, which looked like a huge wooden spoon with springs on it, and the two monsters pressed the spoon down, loaded it with flint, and threw the flint with a cruel smile. The flint burned even more vigorously when it encountered the wind, turning into a huge fireball in the sky, slamming into Mo Cong's team, although the flint was not as powerful as the magic of the spirit fairy, but Mo Cong's soldiers were flesh and blood after all, and when it exploded, the fragments of the cannonballs made of sulfur flew sideways in the crowd, and when they hit the body, they squeaked into the flesh and skin, and the soldiers were burned to a blur of flesh and blood, emitting a scorching smell. Sometimes the height of the throw is not enough, and it will hit the pine branch and fall into the ranks of your own people.

Ling Xian'er had already discovered the "gun carriage" behind the enemy, and hurriedly called out to the mountain ghost Wen, and said, "Brother ghost, look at it!"

The battlefield was chaotic, and the mountain ghost Wen found a neat "gun carriage" in the direction of Ling Xian'er's finger.

"Help me fix them. Ling Xian'er frowned and said.

"No problem, let's deal with half of each, be careful!" The mountain ghost Wen was gesturing with his hand, when he suddenly saw a flint flying towards them.

"Shield!"

When the mountain ghost Wenzheng was surprised, Ling Xian'er secretly recited a spell in her heart, waved her staff, and saw that the fireball was bounced back by an invisible tabernacle.

"It's so dangerous!" Ling Xian'er said with her hands on her chest. His heart was pounding, and his little face was slightly pale with fright.

"It's good that you reacted quickly!" "Mountain Ghost Wen breathed a sigh of relief and gave Ling Xian'er a thumbs up.

Ling Xian'er pursed her lips and smiled, raised her pretty face and said, "Damn, let's get rid of those guys first." ”

"Okay. ”

Before the mountain ghost Wen's words fell, a soul-snatching arrow had already been sent. The two monsters on the opposite side were smiling and preparing to load the cannonballs, and the guy who pressed the wooden spoon was caught off guard by an arrow in his chest, this arrow was by no means idle, the beast's chest was shot through a big hole, and suddenly the cold wind blew into his chest, and the beast looked down and saw that there was actually a hole in his body, and he rolled his eyes in fright and fell to the ground. As soon as it fell to the ground, the wooden spoon bounced, and the guy who was about to load the cannonball was unlucky—the cannonball had just hit the side of the spoon, and the wooden spoon suddenly lifted it, and it didn't bounce high, and the hot flames burned a large head into charcoal. When the cannonball landed, the brimstone exploded, splashing countless sparks that pierced a dozen wooden carts, followed by more shells exploding, almost destroying the entire team of Warcraft artillery.

"You're all alone. Ling Xian'er saw the whole process clearly, blinked a pair of big watery eyes, and said in a wooden manner.

Mountain Ghost Wen smiled, patted Ling Xian'er on the shoulder, and rushed into the battlefield again.

The Monster Legion was tenacious, and those Monsters had their arms cut off, and they still opened their terrifying mouths to grab a soldier and bite it violently, and a single bite could bite the soldier's leg bones to pieces.

"Ahh Some were bitten in the neck, and their heads flew into the air, and the bright red blood in the neck cavity spurted into the air like a fountain, turning into red pearls and scattering in the air.

Mo Cong had already killed a few battles, the battlefield was full of corpses, rivers of blood, stumps and broken arms were spread all over the ground, and the colorful intestines shook around the wild grass on the ground, puffing and exuding heat.

Until sunset, the war continued, and only by defeating those monsters could the passage be opened to enter the "Dragon City Enchantment" specially located by Shinmei.