I got to Grandpa Martin and found him staring at the exit of the huge crypt without blinking. The exit of the black cavern is like the mouth of a ferocious demonic beast, ready to swallow everyone in front of it.

Not far from the exit of the crypt stood dozens of tall black stone pillars, carved with words I didn't recognize, the words were white, and they were still shining in the sun, that ...... Is it a seal?

Between the altar and the exit of the crypt is a flat meadow, which is very wide, and it is really a good place to fight.

Bored, I silently counted the number of stone pillars in my heart, and when I counted to the thirtieth time, the voice of an elderly priest came from the altar.

"Soldiers of all nations!" he said, "I am honored to announce here that the princes of the three divine kingdoms have signed an important agreement of friendship and mutual assistance!"

Although I couldn't see it clearly from a distance, I still gave him face and symbolically clapped my hands a few times.

"Now, the trial is about to begin," the old fellow finally got to the point, "warriors, the hour has come to prove your valor! glory is yours!

Several groups of young priests dressed in white ran into the procession and sprinkled the water from the holy bottles in their hands on the soldiers of various countries. I am full of curiosity about this qiē, although the blessing is a good thing, but ...... Such a blessing is too cheap, isn't it?

I don't know what the sacrifices on the altar did, and the words on the stone pillars slowly began to disappear.

"Be careful," said Grandpa Martin beside him, "they've removed the seal!"

My hands were raised in the air, and my fingers drew a circle in the air...... This is a gesture to enter a combat state. Suddenly. There was a reaction in my troops. So much so that almost all the eyes in the temple look at us.

"Quasi-...... Prepare...... War...... Fight!" the star officer rode through the queue on horseback. While shouting loudly, officers at all levels also gave orders to their subordinates.

The soldiers who were ordered to stand up, pedal, mount their horses, and march into place until the formation was complete, and all the soldiers moved with such coherence and skill. It seems that my training is working.

"Warcraft are also wise," Grandpa Martin's voice rang in my ears, "They also know how to test first!"

"The archers are in position!" I said to the herald behind me. "Magician, don't move yet. ”

All along, the troops have been training with my ideas. Since I'm not very familiar with the use of various units, I haven't been able to train particularly prominent units such as heavy cavalry. But my lightly armed soldiers are very good, they are infantry on the ground, cavalry on horseback, they can pierce with a spear, and they can shoot with a bow.

"Two thousand soldiers dismounted, and formed a circle," said Grandpa Martin to me, "and a thousand of them leaned forward with bows and arrows. In the first round, we are going to push the monster aside!"

I nodded and said to the herald. "Do it!"

A thousand soldiers took off their longbows and lined up in four columns. The soldiers lit a magic torch in front of them and stuck their feathered arrows into their right sides.

The words on the stone pillar disappeared completely, and the roar of the demonic beast came one after another, and it was terrifying to hear. I looked uncomfortably over the altar, my eyes searching for Fischet's figure.

"Don't worry," Grandpa Martin said to me, "Fichette will stay on it until we're done fighting the Monsters." ”

"But," I said, "what if a monster rushes up?"

"It's never been like this!" said Grandpa Martin, "and besides, there are so many sacrifices on it......

"No, I can't leave Fischette's safety in their hands," I said to the herald, "and let Jack bring ten more of his best guards and elven mages to Fischette!

When the herald ran away, on the other side of the crypt, the first wave of demonic beasts had already appeared!

At the entrance to the huge crypt, several huge "eyes" appeared first...... I read that right, it's the eye, and the whole body is one eye! They dragged their short tentacles, and their round bodies floated awkwardly in the air...... I didn't come back to my senses for a long time about this strange scene.

"Haven't you seen it?" Grandpa Martin smiled and shouted to the troops, "These eyes are Scouts of Warcraft!" It doesn't have much attack power, but the vision is super developed, and you can see invisible things in the dark!"

Obediently, the first look almost made me look ugly, which made me very unhappy.

"Hult!" I shouted, gesturing to him, "Elf!"

Haier nodded and said something loudly to the people around him, and saw an elven archer fly into the air, the feathered arrows in his hands shining silver.

With a soft sound, the silver feather arrow flew out, drawing a graceful arc across the wide plain, and in an instant, it was inserted into the middle of an "eye"!

The "eyes" shook violently, let out a scream, and fell to the ground.

"Good!" I shouted, so relieved!

In the midst of the applause, the elven archers shot magic arrows one after another, killing the remaining "eyes" one by one. Hehe, let you all see the strength of my troops!

As if knowing what was happening, a few roars came from the mouth of the crypt, and then a large area of dense black dots appeared!

"Don't be nervous—" Grandpa Martin shouted to the soldiers, "these are just low-level Cerberus, warm us up!"

It's true, but that's it...... I'm afraid we're going to sweat a lot this warm-up.

The archers lit strips of cloth stained with grease on their feathered arrows and waited for the commander's orders. And the chiefs were intently fiddling with a small thing in their hands, which I had taught them.

"Nine-eight-" They looked at the rangefinder in their hands, because the advance of archery at this distance should be calculated, otherwise the target will run away by the time your arrow flies, and the archers are not all elves.

"Calibrate the five knots - shoot!"

Nearly a thousand rockets shot out at the same angle, pulling out a black cloud of smoke in the air and falling down. Exactly where Cerberus had just run.

What is a catastrophe? You will know it by looking at this.

Before a single Cerberus could scream, a large area of Cerberus was shot over and burned...... Although Cerberus is a fierce creature. But no matter how fierce they are, they are afraid of fire! Besides, the things made by the dwarven craftsmen are not for fun. Whether it's lethality or accuracy. None of them can be compared to ordinary bows and arrows.

The few remaining Cerberus that didn't shoot to the fatal spot dragged the feathered arrows around in place, because ...... There was a fire all around them. The Cerberus in the back whined, and instinctively changed direction with their tails between their legs.

Cerberus was so frightened by us that it changed direction, and now the middle of the Porta Empire's defense zone was a lot of fun.

Under the bite of thousands of hellhounds, these heavy cavalry also showed a strong expression, and they gritted their teeth and maintained a complete formation. After the most panicked moment, Paul Paoret, who was not too stupid, made a thousand heavy cavalry in front of him fight back.

"Relatively timely. Grandpa Martin commented on him, "Let the people in front of you who are already a little scattered in formation impact, and buy time for the back to make amends...... Not bad!"

As soon as the heavy cavalry ran and charged, this advantage was manifested. The dwarf Cerberus is like an ant to an elephant compared to them. One by one, Cerberus was picked up and fell to the ground and trampled to death by a soft-armored horse...... After doing this, the thousand heavy cavalry divided into two teams, turned in a large circle, and returned to the back of their ranks to re-arrange.

Over there, the army of the Riva Empire also slaughtered Cerberus. In the first encounter, none of the troops of the three countries had died.

"If I'm right," Grandpa Martin said. "This time it's more violent, it's supposed to be a two-headed wolf or something. ”

"Double-double...... Two-headed wolf?" I leaned over and whispered. "I've never even heard of it!"

"Meaning," said Grandpa Martin, "what is this? There were still many people who peed their pants during the war between gods and demons...... What do you think they saw?"

"And a thousand more archers!" I said to the herald, "whatever comes this time, get me to the Riva idiot!"

"Slippery head!" Grandpa Martin laughed.

There was another howl at the mouth of the crypt, and groups of monsters much larger than Cerberus came out!

"See?" said Grandpa Martin, "what's behind the two-headed wolf?"

"I don't know," I said, and I did, but I didn't know what it was, "a little taller than the average person......

"If you don't know it, you know it!" Grandpa Martin looked at me, "That's a demon bear." ”

"Demon Bear?"

"Yes, a powerful and slow-moving beast," said Grandpa Martin, "it's not a lot but it's very durable." ”

Before I could express my opinion, the second onslaught of Warcraft began. Packs of two-headed wolves howled and rushed towards us, much faster than Cerberus.

The two-headed wolf is just a more recognizable name, in fact, some two-headed wolves are more than just two heads. In terms of body shape, they also look much stronger than Cerberus, they have open mouths, baring fangs, drooling and dragging blood-red tongues, which is disgusting!

Rows of bows and arrows were fired.

Due to the speed of the two-headed wolves, and because of their excellent resistance to blows, our archers did not achieve as good results this time as they did last time. Many two-headed wolves can still run hard after being hit by arrows, and a few two-headed wolves rushed through the arrow curtain.

"The five hundred men in front of me have gathered their bows and are ready for melee combat!" I looked at the number of two-headed wolves rushing over, and then at the dozens of demon bears that were approaching, "The soldiers in the back continue to stop the two-headed wolves with bows and arrows, and the elves are responsible for shooting the demon bears!"

"And!" said Grandpa Martin, "tell Sù Helt to keep an eye on the direction of Porta's army, and there may be some monsters coming from there." ”

"Old slippery head," I said with a smile.

"Be serious," said Grandpa Martin, "and the Monster is coming!"

More than 100 two-headed wolves rushed closer and closer, and I could already see their blood-red eyes, showing their fangs, and black liquid flowing down the corners of their mouths, making them look fierce...... It's as if we owe it a lot of money and haven't paid it back.

A chant rang out from the mage's ranks, fireballs arced towards the two-headed wolf, and some of the best elven mages unleashed a wall of fire in front of my soldiers. This was not the grease burning flame of the feathered arrows, the scorching flames made the soldiers in the front row take a few steps back, and the two-headed wolves were burned to charcoal one by one. A foul smell wafted in the wind.

"I'll leave it to you. "I was eager to give it a try. "I'll go ahead and have a look!"

"It's good for you to experience it," said Grandpa Martin, "just be careful!"

I jumped off my horse and ran to the front in three steps. He picked up a shield in his left hand, raised the black iron knife in his right hand, and roared, "Rush!"

Five hundred soldiers howled and followed me, charging at the remaining two-headed wolves. All the left shield and the right knife. Instead of unleashing attack magic, the mages have blessed us with all kinds of magic, ice shields, fire armor, and light protection...... Let us hang with the light of all colors, sparkling.

I stabbed a two-headed wolf, kicked another one away, and then struck a two-headed wolf with three heads, who looked like a leader. When other members of the same kind hit, it hid behind and chirped.

Cut off one of its heads with a single sword. My sword was blessed with fire magic, and the splashes of flame made it twitch. The pain is unbearable...... This is also a ruthless character, it bites my knife tightly with its second head, and although one mouth is burned by the flames, it still doesn't let go!

"!" I scolded, slashed my left hand, and cut off its third head with the lower edge of the sharp shield, and my right hand no longer retracted, but sent a burst of magic to the knife, making the flames on the black iron knife even hotter, and the sudden explosion of flames "whew" enveloped its entire body.

"Die!" I shouted, raising the knife in my right hand, dragging its burning body in a circle, and slamming it on the ground!

The guy's entire body was shattered, and judging by its scattered Cheng Dù, it didn't have a chance to reassemble......

After cleaning up the two-headed wolf in front of me, I looked at the armies of the other two empires. The heavy cavalry of the Porta Empire once again launched a counterattack with their heavy armor, but this time they were much harder, the two-headed wolves were not so easy to bully, they used their sharp teeth and claws to bite wildly! In my deplorable gaze, many of the horses became lame, and the injuries were all in the legs that the soft armor had not been able to protect......

And the female general of the Riva Empire, the one who beat me and scolded me, she commanded some soldiers to hold the line tightly, and then let some soldiers attack flexibly from both sides. The soldiers wielded the heavy swords in their hands, all of which were quick impacts, not giving the two-headed wolf a chance to fight back at all. The two-headed wolf was swept into pieces, separated into small pieces and eaten away piece by piece...... I was deeply impressed by the female general's meticulous thoughts, decisive decisions, and flexible tactics.

Under the continuous attack of the arrow curtain, there are always not many demonic beasts that can rush in front of us, but after a large number of demonic bears come on the field, this situation has changed.

More and more demon bears are rushing towards us in the midst of a large number of two-headed wolves. They bent down and slowly began to accelerate on all fours. I was surprised to find that the words "slow moving" were only relatively speaking, and the demon bears were not slow to run! They dragged their round bodies closer and closer, and exhaled a stream of white gas from their mouths.

Except for some demon bears who were shot in the vital point - eyes and feet facing the sky, the demon bears generally had no loss. And the elven archers are powerless in the face of more and more demon bears.

There are still demonic beasts pouring out of the mouth of the crypt, I can see it...... These bastards have been holding back for nearly twenty years, just waiting for today's majesty!

"Elves and wingmen take to the air, ready to support melee combat," Seeing the monster that could not fly yet, I gestured to Helter behind me, "The remaining thousand soldiers get on their horses, pay close attention to the direction of the altar, and be ready to support at any time!"

Helt gave me a "received" gesture back, and Grandpa Martin used a gesture to tell me to be careful with my safety.

This is a unique way of contact that only exists in my dark army, and the officers communicate with dozens of gestures during the operation, which is particularly convenient and fast in the visual distance. I don't want my officers to shout in a broken voice, which would not only be not kept secret, but would be like fools.

Despite the best efforts of the magicians and archers, the demon bears howled and rushed all the way to us, dragging their feathered arrows and burned bodies.

Most of the demon bears that stood up were a head taller than us, and they waved their thick claws to tear us to pieces and throw us to the ground and trample on the ground...... The long, sharp black nails reflect the light in the sun, and the two rows of teeth in the mouth are wide open so that you can see clearly.

Obviously, Grandpa Martin made a special explanation, and this time, in addition to blessing us with ordinary armor magic, the magician also released a special kind of magic for us - madness!

I've seen the elven manuscript and know where it came from. Because the elven generation is slender and does not have much strength, and in some cases suffers very much, so this magic was born in the hands of a very, very beautiful elven patriarch to increase his strength and other melee attributes. Not a single magic, but a series of spells, with the different magic processes of the elves, they can unleash everything from a power booster that doubles its strength to a berserk that increases its strength by a factor of twenty!

But speaking of which, this frenzy is ...... It's just about increasing our strength by seven or eight times!

It was the first time I had "enjoyed" this kind of magic, and I just felt that a wave of power was coming from nowhere, and it was constantly rushing through my body...... I can't stop wanting to exercise, I want to vent, I want to open my mouth and shout trombone!

A demon bear came face to face with me, and a huge claw was raised high and slapped down, landing heavily on the shield I raised, and the ice chips created by the blessing of magic flew wildly on the ice!

"Ahh With a push of the shield in his left hand, the burning black iron knife in his right hand had already cut the demon bear into two pieces!

"Ahh

The soldiers around him were even more excessive, some of them were constantly howling and slashing, and their voices were so high that their voices were no longer their own, but bargains rented from a grocery store...... Some guys cut the demon bear into pieces of meat that couldn't be smaller with a knife, and trampled the meat mud into the dirt with their feet...... (To be continued......)