Everything Mantujo has obtained since his rise is inseparable from the help of Cthun, and suddenly cut off contact with his master, and the prime minister, who is calm and confident in front of outsiders, is completely panicked.

Anxious, Mantujo searched for clues and finally got a definite answer in Angela next door.

His most revered master, the great ancient god and the Thousand-Eyed Demon Cthun, was sealed underground by the Azeroth Mortal Alliance and the Guardian Dragons, and could not escape the seal for at least tens of thousands of years.

"God is going to kill me!"

After spending several years in a daze, Mantujo was furious to find that Nepheset, who had been holding Ossi to fight, had been beaten to his doorstep by the enemy.

With the full assistance of the wall-to-wall grass Lamukahem, the combined forces of the two clans overwhelmed Neferset on the frontal battlefield.

If the war continues like this, with the resources of the logistically well-supplied Ramukahem, Nephesset, who is already desperate for military force, will be dragged down sooner or later.

And that day won't come too late.

It wasn't until the enemy approached the city and his life was threatened that Mantujo, who had been unable to give up, woke up from a dream and came up with a plan that would change the tide of the battle.

"Quick! Faster! Be sure to launch a raid before the sandstorm ends! ”

Mantujo's eyes were bloodshot with a distorted expression, and he had not yet fulfilled his childhood dream...... Or rather, ambition, he doesn't want to die yet, and by all means, he must get through this difficult time.

"Boom!"

Nephesette's elite soldiers, who were accelerating and sprinting at the front, suddenly crashed into a solid column-shaped object, and the comrades who followed him could not stop and crashed into it, and the scene was suddenly overturned.

"What?!"

Mantujo looked at his subordinates who had fallen into a ball in amazement, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the place where the incident occurred.

In the yellow sand, Mantujo could barely see a giant cylinder that looked like a human leg falling from the sky.

"Boom!"

The Nephesette soldiers, huddled together, were trampled into a pulp, you have me, I have you.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Prime Minister Mantujo."

A small vacuum suddenly appeared in the sandstorm, and the wind blowing in the opposite direction bounced away all the wind and sand within a certain range.

A handsome, two-legged intelligent creature appeared in front of Mantujo's eyes, and the smile on the other party's face made him subconsciously disgusted.

This kind of look was seen a lot in Mantujo's childhood.

It was a look that thought that everything was under control, and that he was on top.

Salian didn't expect that in such a short period of time, Mantujo would be thinking a lot and making him a class enemy.

In fact, Salian did not get carried away because of the success of the counter-sneak attack, and the war is not over.

Using the wind of the force of nature to isolate the surrounding sand and dust, Sarian stood in the wind and sand like a light in the night, faintly visible from afar.

Vadiye and Faoris, who were dragging behind to supervise the battle, also noticed the little sparks in the distance, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, I was guessed by the envoy, and I am ashamed."

Vadiye patted Faoris on the shoulder: "Don't worry, leave the flank battlefield to the envoy, we also have our own tasks to complete." ”

"Huni!"

"In!"

"Let the soldiers stand by and be ready for battle at any time, and once the sandstorm dissipates, immediately order the whole army to launch a general attack!"

"Yes!"

……

Seeing the giant stone statues emerging one by one behind Saljan, Mantujo's original hideous expression became dull, and the fire of will to resolutely fight against the class enemy was almost extinguished on the spot.

"Impossible! Why can you control these dangerous war colossius! ”

"The Colossus of War?"

Saljan looked back at the huge structures with humanoid forms: "Ah~ You said this. ”

"I'm more used to calling them ...... Anubisas. ”

Salian patted the thick calf of Anubisas 105 beside him, and the golden Pure World Thunder took the opportunity to inject into its body.

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly rang out over the battlefield covered in sandstorms.

Under the control of Anubisas 105, golden lightning tore through the clouds and smashed to the ground.

This time it wasn't just about control and warning, the screams of the Tóvel could be heard every second in this desert with extreme visibility.

There were only four people on Sarean's side, and at most there were less than ten Anubisas, so it was obviously impossible for them to scream.

Mantujo's strength is not bad, and under the careful cultivation of Cthun for more than ten years, he has entered the realm of legend.

He was very skilled in the use of various shadow spells, and the spirit whip and psychic explosion continued to impact Sarren's soul.

However, this is of little use.

The soul of Saljan, who holds the power of death and the realm of withering, is already much tougher than ordinary people, and after Shang Xi's rigorous training, his weakness in his state of mind has also been compensated, and he is not so easy to be crushed by spiritual attacks.

Sarren didn't know what was going on with Mantujo, and there were three weaker-looking people standing next to him, but this guy was staring at him hysterically and desperately.

"Drink!"

In the face of Mantujo's incessant mental attacks, Salaen charged to his side, raising his hand with a powerful slam of the slam.

Just as the Valagar sword was about to hit the target, Sare's panic suddenly rose uncontrollably, and he subconsciously wanted to run.

"Psychic screams?"

Due to the effect of the passive talent's Endless Fighting Spirit, Sarjan will always maintain a high fighting spirit in the heat of battle, and the effect of mind control spells will be greatly reduced.

Sarren's uncontrollable body lasted only about a second, and he didn't scurry around in the panic that Mantujo had expected, but just stayed where he was.

The unexpected situation was somewhat unexpected by Mantujo, but he climbed up from the bottom, and he did not lack the fighting spirit at the critical moment.

Unable to forcibly drive Salian away, he simply pulled out a dark purple short knife flowing with strange energy from his waist.

"Great Elder God, please give me the power to tear apart the light!"

Sarjan instinctively felt an ominous aura from this short knife, and once it was touched, it would definitely not be just a skin injury.

With two swords in hand, Sarjan doesn't have to worry about the imbalance between offense and defense.

A sword strikes to attack, and a long sword remains in the left hand to standby.

"Bell!"

The Valagaar sword collided with the eerie short sword in Mantujo's hand in midair.

How could the caster's physical fitness be comparable to that of a warrior, the moment the weapon touched, Mantujo's body could not control its back.

If it weren't for the relatively stable lower plate of the four-legged structure of the Tovir people, this guy would have been swept away by the anti-shock force.

Sarjan, who thought he could block the enemy's attack, was not having a good time at this time.

As the weapons collided, what was hidden in the short sword took the opportunity to burrow into his body and began to gnaw at his will.

"You can't save Quel'Thalas!"

"You can't save the dragons!"

"You can't even save the people around you!"

"Your rice treasure chest is fully guaranteed!"

Except for a strange thing mixed in at the end, the bewitchment in front has a matching picture.

Saljan saw the Well of the Sun, polluted by the power of death, the collapsed Temple of Dragon's Sleep, and Valeera dead in his arms.

Many fragmented images flashed before his eyes, and Sarren's emotions were unconsciously provoked by these disturbing and angry images.

"Come back to your senses! Don't be fooled by the power of the Void! ”

A familiar voice suddenly exploded in Sarren's soul, a wake-up call from Onexia through the soul link.

While Sarren was stunned in a daze, Mantujo, with a hideous face, thought he had succeeded, and despite the torn tendon in his right hand, he once again stabbed Sarren in the chest.

A demigod-level black dragon like Onexia is a dimensionality reduction blow to mortals, and unless it is absolutely necessary, Salian will forbid her to make a move, otherwise it will not achieve the effect of training.

Onexia pulled Valera and Stella Gousa, who were almost angry: "Shh~ Don't get excited, Sarean is going to win." ”

Valera anxiously tried to break free from the Black Dragon Princess's grip, but because of the large gap in strength, she never succeeded.

"What are you talking about! Salian is in danger...... Huh? ”

Sarren, who had been standing motionless before, suddenly raised his sword like lightning, and Mantujo, who was caught off guard, still maintained a hideous smile on his face.

The sword flashed, starting from the neck, and Mantujo's head was forcibly separated from his torso.

Seeing that Sarren's disgusting "haughty" cold face was gradually moving away, Mantujo muttered to himself with a puzzled expression.

"Why is it getting farther and farther away? I...... Cough! That headless body, so familiar......"

"Huh!"

Shaking off the blood stained on Valagar's sword, Salaan ignored the dead Mantujo and walked over to his corpse with a frown, carefully examining the strangely shaped dagger.

"What is this? A spiritual attack that a spiritual artifact can't stop? ”