Leo was still a little uneasy, but at this moment, he saw Muraton like a slippery loach, constantly shuttling through the crowd, provoking war everywhere, and without hesitation, he jumped into the pit and touched the central area.

In the mine, there are various intelligent races, so Leo disguised as a troll is not conspicuous. Chubby lurks in the form of a nightblade leopard, watching the situation behind him.

On the other side, Muradon could not resist the attack of the gnoll chieftain, and fought and retreated, constantly pulling the battle line in the opposite direction. Actually, this is not something he deliberately pretended, after all, one is a level 4 sword and shield warrior, and the other is a giant axe warrior who has reached level 6, even if the jackals have not undergone any systematic training, but their race also has its own combat heritage, and they have been fighting with other creatures in the swamp all year round, and the combat skills honed are also very strong.

Therefore, under the first wave of the most fierce offensive, Muraton was completely suppressed, but fortunately, his shield was of good quality and had a special enchantment, and he was able to hold on for a while.

The goblin leader induces the spirit of fire and earth elementals to kill the ordinary gnolls in front of him with a lava blast, and then it looks towards Leo's position, hoping that the great true dragon will quickly take action and deal with the pesky big dog dung.

However, there is still Leo over there.

Seeing the goblin leader beside him in a daze, Muraton quickly understood, and shouted in the words that Leo had instructed him: "Fight! Fool! The master can't take action immediately, you have to prove your worth first, prove that you are capable of ruling over this mud and dog dung!"

"Zalama can !!" Stimulated, the goblin leader quickly mustered up his courage, and besides, it also knew that if Murathon was defeated, it would definitely not be spared, and the only thing it could do now was to defeat the enemy!

This almost instinctive thought arises. Let Zalama no longer hesitate, completely ignoring the consumption of his poor mental power, cast elemental spells as fast as possible, not only attacking the gnoll chieftain, but also applying various positive effects to himself and Muraton, which immediately made the pressure on the dwarven warriors much less.

The entire pit is centered on dwarven warriors, goblin leaders, and gnolls, and fights hot and upside down. In particular, the battle between the goblins and the gnolls is the fiercest.

Although the goblins are far inferior in size and strength to the gnolls, they are much outnumbered, preemptive, and encouraged by the chieftain. The momentum became more and more high, and in a short time several jackals were killed and cut into minced meat, of course, they suffered equally heavy losses, and the number of dead was several times that of the jackals.

For a while, no one was able to defeat anyone, and the overall situation gradually became a stalemate, and as more and more mine slaves joined a certain faction, the scene became more chaotic and hot.

Thankfully. Because of the huge differences in appearance between the races, there are not many things that do not distinguish between friend and foe. But there are always exceptions, such as Leo being intercepted by an orc who was supposed to be a traditional "ally" of trolls on his way to the center of the mine.

It has dark red skin. It was covered in purple horror tattoos, shoulders almost as wide as it was tall, thigh-thick arms with broken chains, and two sharp lower fangs poking out menacingly. His eyes flashed with a frenzied glow, and his body was covered in the blood and scraps of flesh mixed with various creatures. And behind it, there are patches of mutilated corpses. Even includes its orc counterpart.

"Demonized orcs, how can there be such a dangerous thing here......

This kind of orc, which is invaded by demonic energy, will be completely devoured by their own desire to kill, and gradually transform into a real demon. However, there are very few such creatures in the main material realm, and they are generally used by demons to wage war against demons.

Leo didn't have time to think about it, the orc had already swung a pickaxe and lunged at him, roaring wildly at the same time.

"Piercing Roar", a terrifying roar that uses the original energy to emit can effectively destroy the enemy's hearing and fighting spirit.

Leo suddenly felt his head buzzing, and if he continued like this, he was already about to lose his ability to cast spells before he could start fighting! Without thinking, he chanted the incantation as fast as he could, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his raised finger, hitting the orc's open mouth.

"Zilala!"

The lightning pulsed in the orc's mouth, bursting out countless blood flowers, instantly blocking back half of its roar. Even if the orc is definitely higher than Leo and has good magic resistance, the mouth will still be very fragile, and the whole head will be temporarily paralyzed.

But the rampaging orc was close to being completely demonized, and even horns were about to pop out of his head, but in just a few seconds, he was freed from his paralysis. The pain in its mouth made the anger in its heart burn even more, and it just wanted to tear the nondescript troll in front of it to shreds.

At this time, Leo's second magic had also been prepared, and with the short and rapid incantation, the soil in front of the orc was instantly covered with a layer of oil.

Level 1 spell magic, greasy magic.

The effect of this magic was surprisingly good, and the demonized orc had just stepped on the oil, and suddenly he couldn't control his steps, and he staggered to the ground, struggling a few times but couldn't get up.

Leo didn't waste time casting solidified enchanting humans, and enchanting magic had little effect on mindless creatures. He chose to directly stimulate the red dragon bloodline, the soul was connected to the fire elemental plane, and the violent energy poured in, and a little spark floated out.

"Flame Nova", which looks inconspicuous, but has a bloodline spell with extremely strong burning power.

Seeing that Mars was contaminated with the demonized orc, igniting the other party into a ball of fire, Leo thought that the battle should be over, but what he didn't expect was that the purple tattoo on the orc suddenly bloomed into bursts of black mist, instantly extinguishing the flames, leaving black traces left by the flames.

And the next moment, the effect of the greasy technique disappeared, the ground returned to normal, and the demonized orc didn't seem to feel the pain, so he suddenly jumped up and charged towards Leo, and in just one breath, it approached about 20 meters.

It was already a very dangerous distance, and Leo quickly recovered in surprise, and instead of retreating, he recited the incantation again, and his body was covered in a magnetic field within ten meters.

As soon as the magic took effect, the orc also entered the range of the magnetic field, and the iron pickaxe in his hand was controlled by the magnetic field, and even the speed of the charge with it was reduced.

But the power of the demonized orcs was too great, and the muscles of the tangled arms suddenly exerted force, and the magnetic force was overshadowed.

Leo was waiting for this moment, immediately converting the magnetic field into an electric field.

Suddenly, the magnetic force disappeared, and the orc didn't have time to react, and the iron pickaxe in his hand was driven by its violent force, and it fell to the ground suddenly. And the inertia drove its body, and the whole person was completely out of control.

"Bang!"

With such a muffled sound, the orc slammed himself to the ground, leaving a small pit.

Of course, Leo couldn't give the other party any more chance, and a series of electric lights shot out, causing the demonized orc to suffer more than ten enhanced tremor shocks. In order to be safe, he also cast a magic missile at the same time, and activated the cooled soul squeeze in the "Necromantic Embrace".

This time, the tattoos on the orc's body failed to fend it off.

With a scream, its whole body was scorched by electric shocks, its face was hit by a magic missile, its two fangs were broken, and it didn't know where it flew, and the soul squeezing made it have a headache.

But I have to admit that orcs do have extremely strong physique, vitality and desire to fight. Just as Leo was pondering how to understand it thoroughly, it staggered to its feet and aimed the pickaxe it had been holding tightly at Leo.

"It's really a fighting race. Leo muttered to himself, and at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flashed from his side and rushed towards the orc.

It turned out to be Chubby in the form of a Nightblade Leopard, worried that Leo would be attacked by an iron pickaxe, and used its sharp teeth to open the entire wrist of the orc's manuscript.

"Ah!!h

With a roar of pain, the iron pickaxe hit the ground, and the orc wanted to attack Fat Fat with his other hand, but was dodged lightly. (To be continued......)