"The big guys are really sentimental." Titus shook his head, "I'm more worried about whether we'll be deducted from our wages this time because of the high cost than those outsiders." ”

"Can't you elevate your pursuits?"

"You see, even though I get six wages, I also have six families to support!" Other self asks you to borrow money, can you not borrow? What I'm most worried about is that this time the price will be too great and it will get me expelled, then I'll be all done! Unemployment is also six times great! ”

"I do know the attitude of the Senate. You know, since we're split into six, there's probably going to be half of the people against whatever we do. So instead of worrying about that, think about the benefits of our operation - at least, the battle here is very worthwhile. The chance to go head-to-head with the Wild Hunters is extremely rare. ”

The engagement has begun. And in just a few moments, Marcus saw many wild hunting soldiers that he had never seen before. Among the Long Summer Elves, the Spring Elves are the most common, and they are the backbone of the army. Although it is not very autonomous, it is a perfect killing machine in its own right.

And Wang Tingjun, who is now in the rear, has a special significance: they are the "awakened ones" who know their predecessors and are equally willing to devote themselves to wild hunting - they are not in a dream, everyone is awake. Only when you identify with Yasha in a sober state will you be awarded the six-legged spirit horse that symbolizes the military edge of the royal court. And now that there are 12 horsemen here at the same time, it is enough to show the size and integrity of this Wild Hunt legion.

"So, let's get started. It's just a pity that Elodai isn't here."

Taking a step forward, he opened his arms. In the soil at the back, white silk threads break through the soil layer and extend. Intertwined in the air, wound, and stretched upwards to the back of Marcus's head, wrapped around the helmet.

"Enter." He gave the order calmly, and the front line began to advance.

Dragontooth soldiers don't shout, they just carry out orders with indifference. The dragontooth soldiers gathered in the tortoiseshell formation advanced with the array, squeezing forward. The ruthless dragon tooth soldiers also seemed to have unstoppable power, and they forcibly "squeezed" the elven array back. Each step forward pushes the ironclad spirit back. The scene of the great sword slashing against the tortoiseshell shield is familiar: the Celts also liked to use the sword, and the Celtic barbarians of the Scottish Highlands also used the great sword against the Roman legions.

Yet time and time again, the assembled legionnaires were always able to "push the barbarians back".

After taking three steps, the shield deflected, and the legionnaire behind the shield stabbed outward with a short sword. Then immediately retract and continue to push forward.

"Oh oh oh!" Another thing that Shang Luo was surprised to do was that many elves in the back row began to hang their feet in the air and were squeezed into the crowd. The spring elve, who had just come out at the end of the line, was forced back into the door, as if it had been "stuffed back".

"Push again! Push! Send them back! Marcus was louder than before. As the array compresses, each step forward becomes tougher than before. The invisible pressure of the legion was also transmitted to him through the silk threads.

Not only was the elf pushed back, but the Forest King was once again covered by legionnaires, even more outrageous than before. Before, there were only more than a hundred people anyway, but now there are more than a hundred people surrounding the Forest King himself. Elodiasa didn't strengthen the Forest King himself, and he was now pressed to the ground as before. Karin couldn't even intervene, and several people stood against the tree, unable to find room to start. The king of the forest, who had been pinned down in a crowd, was once again overwhelmed by a man with a big head, and this time more than a hundred Roman daggers stabbed him, and Caesar did not do so.

Shang Luo looked up and saw that the Forest King's blood bar was like a faucet, and each knife could not even stab less than 1% of the blood skin, but there were dozens of knives up and down every second. If the Forest King's wounds hadn't healed immediately, he would have been finely chopped into pieces by now.

In less than 10 seconds, the first tube of health bar was reset to zero. However, the bloodletting never stopped, followed by the second, third, and fourth tubes. After being numerized, there is no big difference between five layers of blood and one layer of blood. As long as there is a health bar, there will always be a time when it will go to zero.

Finally, when the fifth tube of health began to weaken downward, a transparent background appeared behind it.

[It's over] the obvious result, but Apollonia also had to let out an exclamation of amazement. A powerful creature was just scraped to death by a knife like a scraping - not dead yet, but not far behind.

However, what surprised her even more was that Wang Tingjun in the rear was also indifferent to this. They just watched there, watched.

"Why don't they move?" Shang Luo asked.

[I don't know, maybe I'm waiting for an order.] If you look at the blood bar, the blood bar belonging to the Wild Hunter Army has also bottomed out. Good guys, this was not killed, it was pushed back. It's quicker to push than to kill. Well? Wait, it looks like an order has come. 】

A very different tone from Apollonia sounded in Shang Luo's mind again:

[Elodiasha's army of wild hunters retreated.] 】

As soon as the prompt sounded, the elves who had been pushed to the door disbanded their final formation and retreated into the gate. After Wang Tingjun rode the mat, he prevented the dragon tooth soldiers from chasing into the gate with the rout, and finally retreated into the door in turn. When the figure of the last six-legged horse vanished, the door to the flames also closed.

"Today, you guys won. But as long as the tyranny of Rome remains, the hunt will never stop. Elodiatha's voice echoed in the wind. Leaving down a cruel sentence like a boss, the traces of the elf's existence disappeared completely.

"We won?" Wen Yuan put down the gun. Until the end he was bombarding the heads of the horses, wondering if he could leave something behind.

"Probably."

"So what now?"

"Wait a minute? And so on."

Suddenly, Marcus looked back and said, "Don't wait. Look at the blood bar. ”

Shang Luo glanced up: the Forest King only had the last 5% of his health bar, but the last 5% was locked by the golden box and did not fall any further.

"Now it's your turn to make up for the last cut. Well, it's like being cut first by the high priest in the ritual. As the new King of the Forest, this knife is yours. ”

"But." Shang Luo looked ahead: the dense dragon tooth soldiers had not yet dispersed, and they were rigidly embedded in place like canned sardines, leaving no gaps for people to enter. The bottom of the laurel tree was even more crowded with dragon tooth soldiers, and the dragon tooth soldiers at the front were already as tall as the branches.

"How do I get there?"

"Simple." Marcus released his right fist, and a column of legionnaires lowered their sleek shields in an arc and lifted their hands upwards to the bottom of the laurel tree. The outermost legionnaire half-crouched on the ground and motioned for Shang Luo to step on his knees and go up:

"Let the hands of the people lift you up. Want to add a sense of ritual to you? Come! Blow you a piece of Roman horn! ROOOOMA!”

(End of chapter)