It was not the first time that Farkas had been on the battlefield.

Although the Split Toe Clan is only a small tribe of a few thousand people, and there are many slaves and civilians mixed in with it, it is not a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch.

Aside from occasionally raiding the southern borders of the Yankees and the northern cities of the Dwarves, they usually deal with other clans.

But he had never fought such a humiliating battle.

He had experienced a deeper level of despair, but it was the first time it was so unexpected.

Although the destruction of the magic net allows them to invade this forbidden area with impunity.

However, in order to prevent being settled by the Villitas, they intend to make a quick decision on this trip.

So, both the rider and the wyvern are lightly armed and hardly have any armor.

After all, in their opinion, even if those hillbilly arrows could shoot into the sky against the wind pressure of the wyvern, they would not be able to shoot through the thick skin of the wyvern.

As for what elven marksmanship, what dwarven firearms......

These are not on their radar.

The Four-Power Pact is not a dry meal.

If that group of mages can be strict with them, they will naturally be strict with everyone else.

However......

What did he encounter?

Someone shot an arrow from the ground, flew up a few hundred meters, and then shot through the hardest skull of the wyvern?

And the hundreds of arrows that followed were all covered with turquoise wind patterns.

Damn it, did the elves take this place before them?

To make matters worse, he also heard the movement of muskets......

The bombs thrown at the mage tower had not even completely dispersed the smoke, but the battlefield had been enveloped in even more frantic sounds.

It was the screams of the wyverns, the invective and shouts of the Zanlo people.

As a Zanlo with a thin bloodline of beasts, Farkas is able to control his emotions well.

But those compatriots are different.

They were mad with rage, and blood-colored flames welled up in their bodies, as did their mounts in their crotch.

Bloody riders have a terrible boost in reflexes, strength, and endurance.

But at the cost of burning sanity.

Recklessly, they rush to the source of the arrows, controlling their mounts in the air to perform a variety of difficult flight maneuvers.

That's good enough to shake a recruit's brains in normal times, but now it's handy.

They roared and approached their opponents and threw bomb canisters into the woods.

However, the imaginary tragic scenario did not materialize.

The arrows were fired as if they had been waiting for a long time, and all the canisters were shot in the air with precision.

Blazing fireworks lit up one after another, and the heat scorched the air.

Farkas felt an intense trance.

It was as if he was living in a dream and not invading the mountains of Mykara.

Escape.

Gotta escape!

The patriarch misjudged this battle, and the enemy knew everything about them!

He immediately pulled up to the heights, away from the frenetic atmosphere.

There were fewer and fewer people around, and the whistling north wind blew across his cheeks, and cold sweat instantly dried on his face.

As soon as Farkas breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a wyvern staggering towards him.

It was wounded and flapped its wings with difficulty.

In such a state, it is obviously a dream to fly back to the plateau.

On its back is one of the three predators involved in this battle, Lord Carrick.

He also appears to have been injured.

"You, come here!"

Carrick stood up from the dragon's back.

He had a pair of cold snake eyes, a head that was narrower than normal, and pale cyan scales around his neck.

An illusory figure as cold as him loomed behind him, casting a cold gaze at him as well.

This is an ancestral spirit warrior.

The Ancestral Spirit behind him is not only an increase in strength, but can also briefly leave his body to join the battle.

At such a close distance, even if the other party did not have a weapon in his hand, Farkas did not dare to disobey at all.

The two quickly swapped mounts.

Watching the other swoop upward, Farkas clenched his teeth.

Now, he can only fly north.

Stay away from the battlefield first, then find a way to go around and go back.

What is not a task, it is better to go back alive than anything.

Just as the idea was born, a terrible scream came from overhead.

The voice came from far and near, and Farkas hurriedly tugged at the reins to get the wyvern out of the way.

A dark shadow passed in front of him, and he realized that it was his beloved mount that he had just let out!

Its head was a blur of flesh and blood, as if it had been slashed by a high-speed spinning blade......

He looked up in a daze, only to see the huge hull slowly emerging, obscuring the sun.

Lord Carrick, who had been invincible just now, was now like a small black dot, struggling to climb up the edge of the deck.

Fly...... Airship?

…

Carrick climbed onto the airship and wiped the blood from his face.

It wasn't his, it was from the Wyvern just now.

After all, it's not your own mount, so it's hard to control.

When he sensed that there was a camouflaged airship directly in front of him, it was too late to stop it.

He could only control it to crash into the edge of the deck, which gave himself a chance to grab the side of the ship.

If you fall, you will die, but there is still a chance to rush into this airship.

Carrick's snake eyes swept over everyone in front of him, taking in all of this.

Humans, Dwarves, Conoo......

Very interesting combination.

Their leader was the young man in the robes.

There was a familiar aura coming from the other party's body, somewhat similar to the soul sacrifice in the clan.

But he's clearly only level four.

Moreover, he did not have a decent escort by his side.

Opportunity!

Carrick's feet were violently forced, and he shot out, and the deck was sunken by him!

At the same time, an old man with a pair of snake eyes appeared behind him.

Although it only had its upper body, it broke away from Carrick and rushed towards Heine at a faster speed than he did.

The part below the waist is pulled into a looming filament that joins Carrick's back.

However, it had barely taken a few steps when a silver toilet bowl from nowhere snapped into his head with precision.

A figure in leather armor followed closely beside him.

He grabbed the lever with both hands and tugged at it violently.

Carrick's father, who was originally shooting forward, was suddenly led off the rails, and the condensed spirit body was also forcibly pulled and deformed.

Its face contorted, and it swung its fist at Mr. Xia like crazy, but the latter deftly dodged it, while continuing to run across the deck with its grip, pulling it farther and farther away from Carrick.

The filament that connected the father and son also seemed to be torn off.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Carrick immediately gave up on Heine and ran to Teacher Xia instead!

This strange skeleton startled him, and the worst thing was that it actually had a way to snatch its own ancestral spirit!?

How can there be such a vicious spell?!

Seeing that his opponent had given up on him, Heine immediately opened the Pupil of the Dead.

He was surprised to find that the connection that was getting thinner and thinner in the eyes of ordinary people was actually a strange blood vessel.

The bright red veins were still bulging regularly, and a nervous silver filament was tied to Carrick's father.

The structure of the latter is quite similar to that of Squidward.

But the difference is that Squidward is intertwined with black and white lines.

The ancestral spirits in front of him were red veins and silver-white soul threads.

In its chest, there is even a beating heart.

"Blood and Soul...... The structure of the ancestral spirit is also related to necromancy. ”

Heine couldn't help but be curious.

The last time I saw such a bright red color under the eyes of the dead was when George was assassinated in the hunting grounds.

This is the case with the silk threads that control blood worms.

Heine locked onto the nerve-like threads of soul in his veins, and then released the genuine soul suck.

He hasn't used this skill much since he learned it from Squidward.

A white thread instantly attached to the connection.

The soul thread was instantly stretched into an arch shape, and it was deeply strangled into the blood vessels.

Carrick's father's movements slowed for a moment.

And this Zanlo man also felt as if a sharp knife had pierced his head, and then stirred wildly.

"Ahhh

He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his head and wailing.

"?"

How could Mr. Xia let go of this good opportunity?

He immediately grabbed his grip and rushed to the bow of the boat, and then jumped!

The spirit of the ancestors was dragged by him and jumped off the boat, and the "blood vessels" were instantly stretched to the limit.

Then, as if "boom".

The soul thread was pulled off by the shear force.

The veins retracted violently, and Carrick's father only retracted halfway.

The soul-like parts of its body were taken away by the skin.

At the same time, Mr. Xia, who rushed out of the deck, immediately took off the windcatcher bag on his waist and untied the pocket diagonally downward.

A strong gust of wind blew out of it, and the recoil bounced him back.

Seeing this, Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy really likes extreme operations.

Teacher Xia handed the silver ball that Pi Zi had sucked to Heine.

He looked at the unconscious Carrick, and then at the guy in his hand.

This thing is awesome!

"Don't be stunned."

Heine urged, "Deal with this guy, we still have to stop the other escapees." ”

"Yes"

Teacher Xia walked towards the Zanluo people with a dagger.

……

Compared to the deck battle of the "Fire Bronze", which ended soon, the ground and close ground battles were much more tragic.

It is unknown how long the wyvern riders had been preparing, but their opponents had been preparing for three days.

Three days earlier, Heine had confirmed that the entire Mt. of McKara had been unaffected by the Void Calamity, riding a ghost horse.

As for the border area.

To the west is the wasteland monopolized by the Mage Tower, where nothing happens.

In both directions, the south and north directions, visible "barriers" appeared.

This barrier was specially created by the masters in order to let the magic net bypass the mountainous area, and it is also the "physical barrier" of the Four-Power Convention.

Now that the disaster has struck, it has become protection.

There are no cracks inside the barrier at all, and the strange beasts outside are also deliberately staying away, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being.

Leaving the east, although there is no clear "barrier" of the magic net, if you connect the western stronghold of the withered scar with the Emerald Leaf Garden, you will find that the rift only appears to the east of this line.

So, after setting up a sentry, Heine made the decision to wait for the rabbit.

Mr. Sa flipped through the dictionary overnight and wrote down the "battle essentials with the Wyvern Riders" recalled by the brothers as a strategy.

Several people almost broke apart the details of the battle, crumpled them, and then translated them into human words.

Then give it to the elite team of shooters led by Todd to study carefully.

It's obviously not enough to just look at the strategy.

Mr. Sa also rode Hui Yu himself, pretending to be a flying dragon rider, and replaced the bomb canister with a large dung canister, which taught this group of pseudo-cute new knots who had been on the battlefield several times a solid lesson.

After going through the grind of hellish difficulty, this group of guys ambushed here.

Then he taught this group of Zanluo people a lesson who didn't know the height of the sky.

After the first few fruitful salvos, the Zanlo, whose anger had burned their minds, finally rushed into the woods where the remote group was ambushed.

But it wasn't the remote group that was waiting for them at this time.

It's a melee group led by Captain Jalen Bender.

If it had been in the past, the Zanlo would have been amused by this group of weak warriors.

But this time they couldn't laugh.

Who are these people?

There were two rays of light on each of these guys - one black and one white, alternating between annihilation and warmth.

Not only that, but they had pitch-black horns on their heads, pale golden wings on their backs, and black and white light on the weapons in their hands......

Is this human?

Is this human?

Although the average level of the surviving Ancestral Spirit warriors was one level higher than that of their opponents, their injuries and the special "armament" of their opponents wiped out that advantage.

So, it's time for the competition of real swords and guns of soldiers!

Wrath!

Whoever can dominate the anger and who can harness the anger will have the last laugh!

The price of burning reason is that it cannot last long.

This anger, born of the desire to destroy, is like a flickering flame that burns out only emptiness and hunger.

But deep anger is not!

"Defend our homeland! Don't let go of this group of invaders! ”

Jay Lun roared angrily, and the response behind him was like thunder!

It was an unyielding roar of unwavering faith!

"Defend your homeland!"

"Defend your homeland!"

"Defend your homeland!"

The sound was deafening, stirring the cold air.

It passed into the woods not far away, into Arthur's ears.

The blood light on Brother Warrior's body has inexplicably risen again!

Bang bang bang!

After the collision, the opponent had to pull away and avoid the edge for a while.

Arthur's opponent was a thin, long-necked Zanlo.

Two illusory figures that resembled him floated behind him.

This is still a European emperor, and he can shake two people at the fifth level.

He carried two scimitars and looked solemnly at the warrior in front of him.

Even for him, who has seen all kinds of orcs, the people in front of him can be called monsters......

Pitch-black horns, golden wings, black and white sheltered light.

On top of these, the rich blood light was like a large ooze monster, enveloping him in it.

The rich smell of blood came to the face.

"He's not easy to deal with."

A dad reminded.

", I know that too."

Daddy's dad scolded.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren combined had a five-five fight with each other, and everyone knew that this person was not easy to deal with.

The anger in the eyes of the Zanluo people dissipated for the most part.

He's ready to run.

But Brother Warrior obviously didn't intend to give him a chance to breathe, he stepped on a big pit under his feet, and the whole person shot over like a cannonball!

Seeing this, the father of the Zanluo people greeted him and shouted:

"You two run first!"

But just as his son turned around, a blazing lingua franca slammed to the ground.

"What animal are you?"

The handwriting disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the question mark suddenly grew larger and exploded.

More little question marks came rushing in front of you.

"What the is this!?"

Come to Late, there is another chapter later.

(End of chapter)