We're pretty much cleaned up on our side again.

The armies of the other two empires are not as good as ours, and it is extremely difficult to deal with these demon bears. The armies of both empires have already dispatched highly skilled officers to carry them with their own strength, and the troops have already suffered casualties.

Their military magicians are really not very good, the magicians of the Porta Empire have released blinding magic on the demon bear that has rushed to the ground in a hurry, and the blind and injured demon bear is not crazy......?

Some officers were lucky enough to be knocked away by the demon bears running around, and some officers were miserable, and they were caught in the hands of the demon bears and dismantled into pieces like scarecrows, and no matter how heavy the armor was, it was a fart in front of the crazy demon bears! The demon bears instinctively flattened the thick armor with their fat front paws, and then turned the armor into small strips with their black nails, and bursts of blood splattered, and the flesh and blood that had just been alive now turned into a paste and flowed out of the breach......

Strips of metal can also be remelted and turned into intact and beautiful armor, so ...... Is there any way to make a body that is already mushy and jump?

The mages of the Riva Empire are not very good, but they have a good commander. Under the command of the female general, they unleashed the spell of bondage and debilitating properties on the demon bear. Hold the steps of the demon bear, so that the power of the demon bear gradually decreases, so that the highly mobile soldiers can kill the enemy while still having the opportunity and ability to survive under the mouth and claws of the demon bear.

Despite this, the casualties were still "substantial".

A herald flew up to me and said something to me with a nervous expression.

"The Governor ......," he said, "His Highness Fischette wants me to sue you. The ferocity of the monster has already gone out of the temple...... He wants you to support the armies of the other two empires when the situation allows......"

I was taken aback. The hot mind cooled a little. Look up at the altar...... Above, dozens of white-robed sacrifices were in disarray, as if they were trying to seal the crypt. However, at the current pace, it seems that it will take some time.

I made an inquiring gesture to Grandpa Martin, and he was standing on a high spot and must have seen more than I did.

"No problem, I'll leave it here," Grandpa Martin replied to me. "Hurry back before the spell fails!"

With the 500 soldiers who had been re-blessed with a full set of magic, I supported the troops of the Porta Empire along the battle line, and the vacancy after we left was replaced by Helt and others, and the command of the entire army was naturally transferred to Grandpa Martin.

After taking the place of the exhausted Porta, I realized that the situation here was much worse than what I had seen from afar! The smell of human blood was unusually strong in the air, and the ground was full of strange shapes of steel...... It took two back and forth kills on their front to pull them back from the melee.

Porta's soldiers began to seize the time to save their humming commander, wiping their sweat and clenching their weapons. Tenaciously lined up again...... What a bunch of good soldiers!

"Bang!", and I used the old method to knock a blind demon bear away. By the way, he also knocked away the stupid guy who was struggling to support the demon bear.

"Who!", "No eyes?"

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and hit him with another "bang!" and hacked the demon bear not far from him with a knife.

"You bastard!" he fell into his own queue this time, his tattered cloak turned over and draped over his helmet, "You're doing this to me!"

I didn't have time to pay attention to him, so I lifted my face guard and ran into Porta's army to find the magician.

"!" I cried out, "who just ordered the blinding magic?"

"It's me!" a magician looked at me and said, "I'm a noble Botha nobleman, and my name is ......."

I didn't have time to listen to his ramblings, and a single knife made him splatter blood and shut the dog's mouth!

"Anyone else who uses such magic is an example!" I yelled at the idiot's corpse, "what do you think this is? It's a war! It's not playing! Fuck you!"

I knew I was right, because from the time I ran in and killed people to the time I ran out to call my soldiers to run to support the Riva army, no Pota soldier tried to stop me, officer...... I don't care what these idiots think.

Seeing that we had spent a lot of time, Grandpa Martin ordered a group of elven magicians to fly in the air and follow us along the way to replenish our magic.

Helping to deal with the monsters before Riva's army is relatively difficult, and these monsters seem to me to be as weak as a puppy.

When I arrived, I happened to see the female general stabbing the body of the demon bear with a sword, but the injured demon bear took off the horse, I had a chance to catch her, but I thought that she might hit me after catching her, so I ...... I only killed the demon bear for her.

As soon as she rolled over and got up, she stabbed a sword into the mouth of a demon bear, which made me fully understand that she was a "tough" general. So we fought side by side, and I howled all the way to knock the demon bears unconscious with my shield and black iron sword, and her one-handed sword entered the ears and mouths of these demon bears again and again......

No matter how powerful magic is, it must have its own strength and physique as the foundation. Under the onslaught of the swarming demon bears, I led my soldiers back and forth on the front lines of the two empires again and again...... The soldiers had already changed once, and the magicians were exhausted, and the magic effect decreased.

It's not that I'm bad-tempered, it's that the sacrifices on the altar are so useless! It's just a seal, can it take so long? If it weren't for me running around with people, the armies of the two empires would have collapsed!

What these two imperial teams have to do now is to try to hold on until the moment we rush to support.

Seeing that I was a little overwhelmed, Grandpa Martin quickly came to an agreement with the rest of the army. The armies of the Three Kingdoms began to slowly retreat, slowly narrowing their area and protecting the surrounding area of the altar.

Leaving the task of support in Holder's hands, I dragged my tired body to Grandpa Martin.

"Cohen," Grandpa Martin said to me with a stern face, "this is not right......"

"What?"

"There are too many demon bears," Grandpa Martin said. "And there is a powerful monster that doesn't show up......"

"It's still ...... Anything else?" I tensed. "What is it?"

"Scythemon!" said Grandpa Martin. "Last time, it was just the two of them...... But judging from the current number of demon bears, it can't be two sickle beasts this time!"

"And how many demon bears were there last time?" I asked.

"Less than a hundred. ”

"But," my voice was low, "we've killed nearly a thousand!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm worried about......," said Grandpa Martin, "no matter what the situation is, you must ensure the safety of Your Highness!"

"I want to ......," I whispered, "in an emergency." We ran with Fichette. ”

"That'...... What about the others? And the sacrifices?"

"It's not mine," I muttered, "I'll let him die......

"That's good!" Grandpa Martin is a man who can afford to put it down, "If you can't support it, you go and grab Fischet, I'll take it!"

"No, you go and grab Fischet, I'll take it," I said, shaking my head, "I'm not only running faster than you." And I hate the idiots up there!"

"Let's see......" Grandpa Martin didn't discuss more with me on this matter, "I think it's time for Warcraft to give us the final blow!"

Hailt, who succeeded me, was very motivated. This guy has wanted to be a majestic warrior since he was a child. But in the army, he didn't have a chance to tear up in close combat, and even if he put a real devil in front of him, maybe he could swallow it whole without spitting out a single bone.

At this time, there were no more demonic beasts on the other side of the crypt. Words began to flash on the outermost stone pillars, and bands of light appeared between the stone pillars with words, and they were connected together. From a distance, the strips of light are dazzling, and the stone pillars standing in the ribbons of light are also extremely beautiful. But beneath this beauty, how many soldiers' weeping souls!

While everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, the unexpected was born again, and the words on the glittering stone pillar began to disappear!

"Your mother's ...... Wouldn't it?" I blinked, making sure I was not mistaken, "now make me joke like that?"

The sacrifice on the altar was in a hurry, and in the midst of a chanting, the words that had disappeared from the stone pillar reappeared. Before I could clap my hands, the text that had just appeared was fucking gone!

It's like two children playing on the sand, one writing and erasing the other, and the other erasing and then writing, and you have to score a win or lose.

As far as I'm concerned, it's not my concern that the other party will lose for another twenty years, but if those idiots lose...... Even if you've already figured out a reason why Warcraft won't eat you, you have to understand it to the Warcraft.

Because the monster did not come out again, Hailt had already led people to clean up the previous ones. The surviving soldiers of the three empires began to look at this qiē in amazement, not knowing what they were thinking now.

The stone pillar is not sand, you can write as much as you want on the sand, and you can write as much as you want. But the stone pillar is not good, and in the competition again and again, the stone pillar has become thinner and thinner!

"Once the stone pillar breaks......," I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I turned to Grandpa Martin and said, "I'll slip away as soon as possible!"

"Gather your members of the Guard......," Grandpa Martin whispered to me, and it seemed that I was not the only one who noticed this, "you go up and take Your Highness, and I'll keep the retreat open...... If the sacrifice above doesn't let people go, do you know what to do?"

I nodded to indicate that I understood, and we talked a few more words as I quietly made a series of gestures. More than a dozen members of the Guards began to gather around me, some of whom had just performed extremely well in the battle.

The situation deteriorated very quickly, and after the first stone pillar that could not hold it fell, the other stone pillars followed!

This time, the fun was really big. As soon as the mouth of the crypt howled, all kinds of demonic beasts seemed to have exploded their nests, and all the big and small, tall and short, came out, and they ran happily on the plain, pulling out dust one after another...... And it's endless, the front is half gone, and the back is still popping out!

Without saying a word, I led the men and ran to the highest point of the altar.

"Brave warriors!" someone spoke from the altar, "don't panic, everyone, reinforcements will be there soon!As long as you resist this attack, victory will be ours!Show your courage!Show your loyalty to the three princes, to the three empires, and to the god of light......

While he was "bar" for a while, I was leading people up the nasty steps of the altar. Suddenly. I was amazed. I'm not alone in climbing the altar. And that female general! It seems that only idiots are still bent on "showing loyalty" to everyone at this time...... Reinforcements? By the time the reinforcements arrived, we'd be gone! Haven't you heard of it? In many classical tales, it is described that when the last soldier falls in despair, he sees that the reinforcements with no end in sight have appeared on the horizon......

Therefore, we have reason to believe that the prerequisite for the emergence of reinforcements is that all of their own people are hung up, otherwise they will not show up if they are killed.

The altar became narrower and narrower as it reached above, and the female general and I inevitably crowded together.

"What do you want to do?" she asked me, the first time she had spoken to me.

"What else can I do?" I didn't stop. Rhetorically asked her.

"Together?" she asked, and there were no more steps left.

"Together!" I replied, and we both stepped on the top of the altar.

She knocked down a priest who wanted to come up for questioning with a punch, and ran towards her idiot prince, and I found Fischette in the shortest possible time.

"What's the matter?" Fichette asked me.

"I can't hold it anymore, don't run yet......" I took Fichette's hand and was about to run, and said in a low voice, "The pestle is waiting for death here!"

Fischette had been messing around with me for so long, and his head wasn't stupid, and he shouted back as he ran. "I'll go check the situation!"

I had just run to the edge of the stairs, but the steps in the middle of the altar suddenly cracked! More than a dozen huge monsters poked their ugly heads out from under the steps!

Their long bodies resemble those of snakes, divided into segments by large green carapaces. Each section has a pair of claws, the stronger it gets closer to the head, and the claws on the tail are so small that they are barely visible......

The way down the altar was cut off...... These huge monsters twisted their bodies, trying to drag their long bodies out of the stairs as quickly as possible, their green triangular heads with two dark eyes with faint light, and dozens of tentacles of different lengths opening and closing around their small mouths, as if they were preparing for a meal...... Seeing them staggered and wielding two giant scythe-shaped front paws, I knew this was the legendary Scythemon.

"Bang!" a scythe beast effortlessly thrust its front paws into the hard staircase, dragging its entire body out, its tail bent up to prop up its upper body, and barked at us with its head held high. Just by looking at their sharp front paws, you can imagine why they are here......

"Look after Fischet!" I said to the people around me, and then to see that no one was paying attention to me, I kicked a white-robed priest next to me down the steps, I didn't know what kind of monster the Scythe Beasts were, and I didn't know how they attacked...... I don't want to use my people to test the lethality of Scythemon. But the white-robed sacrifices are not afraid, don't they have the protection of the god of light? And they keep talking about dedication, such things are suitable for them to do......

The white-robed priest was clearly unprepared, and he screamed and rolled along the way, screaming and criing out in despair, without showing us a trace of courage and dedication.

It was the sicklemon that had just dragged him out of his body that had just ended his life, it first pinned him to the steps with one of its front paws, and then threw his blood-stained body to the other scythemons behind him, and after a "clatter" sound, he was torn to pieces and devoured......! Looks like a boss with this guy too!

At this moment, there was a loud shout from behind me!

I know that this is the great magician Uncle Wilbur using his magic weapon, and every time he unleashes a large magic, it is accompanied by this sound, and before the magic has passed, the sound can scare the other party!

Uncle Wilber used the bondage nature of the immobilization technique, and at the same time used the earth-based clay figurine technique, and there was time for Fichette's body to fly into the sky...... The correct use of magic and the quick transition of several different spells were perfect, and I realized that he was completely draining water the last time he tested me...... What a shame!

The immobilization technique kept the Scythe Beasts firmly in place, and the entanglement of dozens of clay figures also gave the Scythe Beasts no time to climb up...... Taking advantage of this time, I ran to the corner of the altar and told Grandpa Martin about the situation.

The scythemons waved their front paws again and again, drawing clay figures into any variety of shapes they wanted, but the clay figures were inanimath, and as long as their mana did not disappear, they could reassemble their bodies again and again......

I went to Uncle Turner's side and whispered a few words with him, and we quickly came to an agreement.

"Stay up there!" I shouted to Fichette, "don't come down!"

The best guards and I were chosen to stand on the first step, and we couldn't wait to die on it, and we didn't know how many Scythe Beasts hadn't shown up, so we had to leave a tough man like Uncle Turner with Fichette.

"Okay?" I said to a few elves around me, "use your best ones!

The elves nodded their heads, their mouths prayed, their hands lit up with various colors, and one by one magic was blessed on our bodies.

"Bravery!"

"Armor of Fury!"

"Wind Walk!"

All kinds of high-level magic are blessed at the same time, so that everyone's tired body can be re-energized! Wind Movement allows us to jump high, Brave Technique makes us infinitely powerful, and the weapon in our hand "whirring", we have the ability to fight against the Scythe Beast!

The body of the Sickle Beast Boss was placed over the others, and it was clear that he wanted to face me face to face.

Before I could say a "no", one of its front paws had already sliced sideways with the sound of the wind! (To be continued......)

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