Zhou Huan's words were very sure, as if they had already been decided. In this, even the Elf Queen and Queen Medusa didn't say anything, after all, the real lord of Enriel was still Zhou Huan.

What Zhou Huan decided is the final answer, and others are just a reminder. Zhou Huan looked at the messy battlefield, at the charred corpses, and at the lives that had been killed one by one.

War is so cruel, and war and combat are fundamentally different. Just like now, when fighting, even if you kill the enemy, the blood everywhere in front of you is different.

I used to watch TV and see the battlefields one by one, and I didn't feel much except interest, but now it seems that the kind of immersive killing made Zhou Huan feel an irrepressible disgust.

Essentially, Zhou Huan doesn't have much of a liking for killing. But if someone else invades their homeland, then they need to defend their homeland with both hands, maybe there are innocents in it, but there are more innocents behind them, even relatives.

So Zhou Huan didn't feel any guilt, but just felt a kind of sadness. And the battle is not over yet, Zhou Huan raised his head and looked at the newborn sun, unconsciously, the sun has risen again, and a new day has begun, and the battle in his own territory is over.

Basically, the threat of Enriel's territory has been lifted, but for the enemy, Zhou Huan still has to fight. Because it doesn't hurt them, I really don't know when they will come back.

Zhou Huan took out his flying machine, and then said to the elven archers: "The elven archers listen to the order, assemble the team, we will catch up and beat the water dogs!"

After a cheer, the two hundred elven warriors stood on the flying machine again. Zhou Huan gave an order, and a group of people rushed out like the wind. For a group of enemies on horseback, they don't have much time to talk at all.

And Zhou Huan was not too anxious to catch up with them, because there was still a group of people waiting for them in front of them.

Fawcett rode his horse and whipped constantly. It seems that the horse is eager to regenerate a pair of wings. So that he can run faster. But this Enriel's territory is hundreds of miles around, and there is basically nothing, and it is difficult to guarantee his safety if he wants to.

They didn't know how long they had been running, and there weren't many people left behind Fawcett at this time. Hundreds of people, and everyone was exhausted to death, and almost all of them were still wounded.

But I was able to get out. I'm very lucky. Each of them was whipping their horses hard, trying to run faster, but the heavens didn't give them their wish.

Because in front of them, suddenly there was a wide river. The river is extremely fast, and there is basically an unreachable distance between the two banks. It was simply impossible for them to cross it on horseback.

So what to do, they are just blocked by a river, there are no boats, no bridges. The direction in which they fled, there were no people at all, and basically they came to a dead end.

So what to do next, Fawcett's group, it's impossible to pass like this. If there is an Ice Magician. It is also possible to build an ice road. Even if you're an earth-based sorcerer, you've always been able to build a temporary bridge.

But his side. Nothing. The sorcerers were so slow to flee that they didn't have time to bother with them. And at this time, because they could not be brought out, they could not cross the river at all.

It was too late to regret it, Fawcett looked at the wide river and said in despair, "What are we going to do?"

His eldest son gritted his teeth at this time and said, "No matter, in order to survive, I can only use that thing." ”

"What could save our lives?" said Fawcett, who was overjoyed at the hearing, and hastened to ask his eldest son, Beuys.

Boyce gritted his teeth, and then said, "I also got this thing by chance, and it cost a huge amount. I didn't expect to be able to use this thing at this time. ”

With that, Beuys took out a scroll from his bosom, which looked very delicate and had a peculiar liliang on it. "This thing was made by a stylist, and I think if we made a boat or a bridge, we would be able to escape," Boyce said. ”

After hearing this, Fawcett said anxiously: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and use this." ”

"So, what should we shape?"

Fawcett hurriedly said: "Of course it is to build a bridge, and if you build a ship, even in the past, it is too slow." It's better to build a bridge and let us go straight to it. ”

Beuys nodded quickly after hearing this, then picked up the scroll in his hand, and said something in his mouth, and then when the scroll emitted a special light, he suddenly shouted: "The power of form, create a bridge to the other side." ”

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed, and a pontoon bridge connecting the two sides of the river suddenly appeared. This is the most powerful enemy of modeling art, and it has a powerful creativity. But there may not be one in ten million people who can have such ability.

So up to now, there are basically no stylists. The inheritance has also disappeared for nearly a thousand years, and it is really not easy for Boyce to get a scroll of a modeling magician.

The pontoon bridge has already been built, and the group, of course, does not want to stay here any longer, and as long as they cross the river, then they are safe. So these people rushed forward in a hurry.

Relatively speaking, this bridge is still relatively strong, and even if they are all on it, there will not be much of a problem. But when they all walked onto the bridge, they found that the bridge was shaking.

Each of them was riding a horse, and the shaking of the bridge at this time was undoubtedly impossible for them to move, and a group of people on horseback were suddenly dizzy from the shaking, plus they had to stabilize the horses to avoid falling off the horses.

Fawcett also shook on horseback, and if it weren't for his eldest son holding his horse, he would probably have fallen off the horse. Fawcett yelled angrily, "What's going on, what's going on?"

Beuys was also puzzled, it stands to reason that the scroll of the styling magician should be no problem, so this pontoon weishenme is so powerful.

Before they could think about it, a huge figure suddenly appeared from the front of the pontoon. That's right, it's ahead. He made a direct jump, causing a big hole to appear in the road in front of Fawcett.

After this figure jumped out, he looked at the person in front of him with a cold face. And Fawcett's group all fell into a state of dementia, because the thing in front of them was too huge.

This guy's height is definitely ten meters tall. His huge body also proves what it means to be truly strong. However, his skin is dark blue, which is definitely different from normal human skin.

Just looking at this incomparably powerful giant in front of them made them shudder in their hearts. Because the height of this giant has completely surpassed their imagination. They also couldn't imagine what kind of race could have such height.

Although Fawcett focused on investigating Enriel's territory, because Zhou Huan had done a lot of secrecy work, even they only found some fur, only knowing that there were many alien races in it, but they didn't expect that there would be sea tribes in it.

Something that made them even more desperate happened, and a group of figures gradually appeared around them. This is on the Gudian River, and the river on the river is also considered turbulent, so who can stand in the water, or survive in the water.

Looking at these beauties with human bodies on their upper bodies and fish bodies on their lower bodies, even if they are stupid, they can see that these people in front of them are actually sea tribes.

But the Sea Clan has not been in contact with humans for I don't know how many years, and Weishenme will actually appear on the continent at this time. Or does it appear thousands of miles away from the sea?

They are confused, but they don't have time to think about it. Because these sea clans have already made a move, the first to strike is that huge figure. His weapon was even more unimaginable to them, a huge iron anchor with rust on it.

There was a thick iron chain attached to it, and it was waved in his hand. In the spin above his head, he could even feel the whirring wind blowing against them. This was followed by a huge iron anchor that smashed down from above.

At this time, it's as if you'll be on horseback, and it's important to save your life. Everyone jumped off their horses at the moment, trying to dodge the horrific attack. Then he looked at the huge iron anchor and thought about the middle of them.

Flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, and those who were smashed were basically turned into meat sludge, and the better ones were smashed under the water. In the case of such a current, the consequences of falling under the water can be imagined.

But at least they didn't die, and those who were stoned to death were very miserable, and this smash was more about killing all the horses. Some of the clever people did get off their horses, and only some of them were unlucky enough to dodge.

Fawcett, who was also carried by his son, jumped off his horse, and watched in amazement as the huge figure attacked. The same horror is so terrifying, and his horror is not over.

I saw that he was still holding a huge iron anchor chain in both hands, and the thrown iron anchor suddenly made him pull it backwards. But the iron anchor just smashed the pontoon bridge into a big hole, and this drag, the entire pontoon bridge was dragged open a huge hole. (To be continued.) )