The first to rush in front of the coalition were those powerful and agile mutant monsters. If the undead were fighting against an ordinary human army, the monsters would now be faced with heavy cavalry or heavy warriors - the defense of these two classes is not much stronger than the mage's cloth in front of their claws, and the difference in agility between the two sides could easily turn into a human rout.

But this time, the monsters encountered the Minotaurs.

The Minotaur has never been in the habit of wearing armor, and these big bulls, who have even the thinnest members of the adult group and have level 4 fighting strength and specialize in destroying beautiful relationships, seem to be deliberately flexing their muscles every time they go out, and in doing so, they can always meet the screams of a large number of young women and girls from human nobles who almost burst their eardrums - of course, Mutaro believes that this is the deep longing of delicate human women for the strong body of their own clan, and it is definitely not the fear that little Lori sees a strange uncle.

So the minotaurs basically don't wear battle armor, even if they want to wear it, no ingenious race in this world will give these casually released fighting armor strength is comparable to that of heavy cavalry, and at the same time, the body has grown to more than three meters tall outside the specification of the big man specially built, that is no longer an egg pain, it is purely looking for a draw.

As a result, the blacksmiths under Moeller were directly upgraded to shake M under his own undisciplined frame......

Yes, there were only a few dozen minotaurs in the front row, but the tomahawks in their hands were carefully made of pig iron instead of rough stones, and they were wearing oversized plate armor that was so bright that it almost blinded the eyes of a dog.

If it is also an ordinary human army that is hedged against them, I am afraid that the other party will even have the heart to cry at this time from the general to the soldier - bullying people does not carry such a thing!

But it's a bunch of undead monsters who greet the muscular hunk turned mobile tin cans, and it doesn't matter to them whether they're against Stormwind warriors, Thunder Bluff guards, or simply exotic aliens.

All they have to do is tear each other apart, or be torn apart by each other.

A red-skinned monster at the front of the crowd slammed its bone spurs in anger and let out a piercing roar that suddenly leaped into the air, raising its claws and tail and swinging its head downward. The other monsters also jumped into the air and attacked.

A large group of hideous-looking, nightmarish monsters rushed towards a certain group of soldiers who were heavily armed and mighty, eager to put a note on their chests and backs, and were about to enter the effective firing range, and when the soldiers were about to pull the trigger of the guns in their hands and make them have a close contact with the hot metal, the other party suddenly jumped up and attacked the stunned GIs from the sky with lightning speed. Then the loud screams and gunshots accompanied by intense and compact music successfully shook out almost all of our earwax sitting in front of the computer in the theater, and only rag dolls dyed with a lot of red dye were left on the screen and a pair of young women who were running wildly with frightened expressions......

But it's a pity that this is a plot that only appears in blockbusters, and in novels, especially joy-oriented novels. The monsters will definitely not encounter the kind of short characters who don't even appear on the line and just want to be handsomely sent a bento from the sky and then hurriedly exit the scene - the monsters can't jump or not, otherwise they won't be able to hit the Minotaur at the point......

So, these fierce-looking creatures, who were seriously pushing the limits of natural biology, had just jumped into the air and were photographed by the Minotaur tomahawk on the other side - the animals with their thick hooves turned a blind eye to the monsters lying on the ground and emitting green smoke. With heavy steps, he ran straight over them. ...,

This bit of damage naturally won't let the monsters hang up, they roared and struggled to get up and grab the tail of the group of despised souls to have a good theory, but then, another group of dwarves with heavy armor and thick armor N times more than the Minotaur stepped on it, instantly crushing the last trace of the monsters' brutal consciousness. So when the following army of centaurs trampled the ground with a loud noise, they continued to follow. Arhan was horrified to see a group of curious creatures lying on the ground with gray footprints all over their bodies, with only one breath left but a small expression on their faces......

The most elite mutant monster of the undead army was actually trampled to death by the coalition soldiers? The peacock dance, which was seen very clearly from a high altitude, couldn't help but be embarrassed by this.

But she quickly put on a terrified expression.

As if they had received someone's orders, the remaining mutant monsters retreated, but instead a large group of cannon fodder that had been transformed into zombies after being killed in battle poured up with a large number of high-calcium tablets that looked like they were temporarily summoned with necromantic magic. In the face of this world-famous undead cannon fodder sea tactic, everyone also felt helpless, after all, they did not have the strong capital to form a magician army like humans.

But an unexpected race shines at this time - goblins, the timid creatures who can run away from even the bravest warriors of them all, and who are very good at creating all kinds of bizarre and esoteric mechanical props that can make even the honest Uncle Arhan doze off, although there are different opinions about what they are used for. But at least there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that they usually end up in a firework explosion.

But this time, looking at those chariots bombarding the magic crystal cannon non-stop, blowing up the low-level undead flying all over the sky, not only did not fall apart, but also did not explode, could it be that the goblins' manufactured products actually passed the quality inspection and certification? Or are those counterfeits with the characteristics of the Celestial Empire made up by a certain company holding the sign of "produced by Di Jing"?

Of course. The reason that really made Peacock Dance show a frightened expression was not the sudden explosion of the goblins' machinery in the small universe, but the giant ghoul that came with the massive cannon fodder.

The creature was so big that every step it climbed would have countless racks of unfortunate bones shattering into a ground of bone powder under its claws. The Evil Eye raised his tentacles and commanded the ranged troops to launch a concentrated attack on the ghouls, but although the troublesome dynamic light waves and magic crystal cannonballs looked spectacular, the damage actually done to the ghouls was not even as great as the regular magic crystal cannon troops under Badessa.

The huge difference in size eventually brought about a qualitative change, and these massive attacks were like humans being shallowly pierced into the muscles by many toothpicks, painful and bleeding to the ghouls. But it is absolutely impossible to be fatal.

The above curious shake M metaphor is definitely not something I came up with, absolutely not!

The ghoul opened its jaw. He spat out a mouthful of disgusting, dark green phlegm - well, it wasn't thick phlegm. It's some kind of very corrosive liquid.

Will ghouls squirt dragon's breath this year!?

The ghouls were poorly aligned, and most of the liquid was poured on their own people. The guys who performed body art on the street in countless weird ways didn't even have the slightest struggle, and melted directly, and a small number of coalition soldiers splashed with liquid were no better, and the fighting armor was consumed extremely quickly under the corrosion of this liquid, except for the powerful Mutaro and Moller, basically all the people who were touched turned into a pool of green thick liquid on the ground, and only some naturally strong Minotaurs were spared, but they had no strength to fight again. ...,

"Retreat! The whole army retreats——!" The revenant Peacock Dance screamed in midair, "This kind of monster can't be solved by numbers!

"Yes, Patriarch. Gray Ling agreed, turned around and said loudly, "If you are not afraid of death, come with me!"

Immediately, more than twenty banshees flew out of the queue. Grey Feather didn't hesitate, and immediately led them straight to the ghoul on the ground - if this guy spat again, the casualties of the coalition army would reach a terrifying number, which is definitely not something that the various races with small populations and low fertility can afford.

The last time the demons invaded, Elysia once equipped the harpies who like melee combat with long-range weapons such as bows, crossbows, and javelins to carry out aerial strikes, although the lethality is not obvious, but at least they hit and run, showing an expression of "I'll harass you, what's the matter", so as to provoke the enemy to thunder, but can only catch crazy, the guerrilla effect is first-class. In a few moments, the ghoul roared in a rage, swinging his strong front paws vigorously in an attempt to knock down the annoying flies - apparently, it was impossible.

But the ghoul suddenly fell silent, and then suddenly a large amount of dark green fog emerged from its body. The banshees who circled back and forth in close proximity around were caught off guard, and most of them were suddenly enveloped in them, and disappeared completely in an instant.

Grey Feather lay on the ground, gasping for breath with difficulty. The entire right half of her body was almost gone, and the violent toxin still frantically devoured every cell in her body after she desperately escaped the corrosive range of the dense fog, and the rotten black pus flowed on the white snow, and the end was extremely glaring.

"Ahem...... Damn, you actually came to this trick......" Gray Feather struggled to get up, but fell to the ground again and again, and finally could only watch the ghoul revert to the coalition forces that were retreating at full speed not far away, and took steps to catch up.

"Don't you think!" Grey Ling grabbed the javelin scattered around her hand and threw it at the ghoul almost above her head, shouting with all her strength, "Hey, stupid big one!

The provoked ghoul lowered his head to look left and right, and finally found Grey Feather, and then raised his claws as if preparing to fight mosquitoes