The Witch of the Sheep has a unique method, and the art of fighting the enemy is actually through the golden thread.

The golden silk is extremely tough, the sword master still can't be cut with all his strength, the sheep witch has been fighting with the enemy for dozens of rounds, but her face still does not change, but the sword master has become powerless due to excessive consumption.

"Lock!"

The Witch of the Sheep screamed, and countless golden threads emerged from all directions. The previous move was actually to set a trap, but the sword master didn't even notice it, which shows his means.

"Drink!"

The Sword Master burst out with a fighting spirit of his whole body to meet this attack. The golden thread sneered when it touched the fighting qi, and the Sword Master struggled for nearly a minute before finally breaking through the defenses.

Countless golden threads swept in all directions, cutting the Sword Saint into thousands of pieces and turning them into a puddle of minced meat.

Finally, a strong enemy appeared, the fifth of the top ten strongest people in the world, the Storm Sword Saint Nadegar.

Nadegar was gifted from a young age, loved to fight, constantly challenged and learned from others, and won and lost battles, but his strength continued to grow.

At the age of twenty-seven, he successfully broke through the Sword Master, and he was extremely beautiful for a while. Young and vigorous, he came to the Death Forest, the forbidden land of Warcraft, and challenged a saint-level Warcraft there.

Fought with the monster for seven days, and finally killed it, from which the title of Sword Master was born. In one fell swoop, he was listed as one of the top ten powerhouses, ranking fourth, and later the Pope of the Temple of Light came to the Zexin Continent and dropped to fifth place.

Nadgar has the mood of the wind, and his sword moves are infinitely powerful, each sword carries a hurricane, speeding up itself and slowing down the movement speed of enemies.

The Mirror Witch took the initiative to ask for her life and went to deal with Nadegar.

I saw her throw a bronze mirror at Nadega, Nadegar subconsciously looked over, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Fooled!

The opportunity for spiritual magic has been accomplished, and the illusion is quietly activated.

Ten Mirror Witches appeared in front of Nadgar, and they were so real that even with a lot of experience in fighting enemies, they still couldn't tell.

Knowing that he is in a fantasy world, if he is attacked by them, he will still cause damage to himself. Nadegar came to a terrifying conclusion.

He has fought countless battles since he was a child, and his fighting consciousness is super long. With that in mind, Nadegar calmed down and began to concentrate on dealing with the ten enemies.

As a result, the more they fought, the more frightened they became, and the methods they used were exactly the same as their own, as if they were facing ten of themselves.

The same vindictiveness, the same artistic conception, the same tricks. Nadgar was in a state of distress, struggling to support himself while searching for a way to break the illusion.

The spiritual magic unleashed by the Mirror Witch is not trivial, and there are only two ways to break it, one is that the enemy's mental power far exceeds her own, and the other is that someone attacks her body from the outside and forces her to stop.

As a companion, the Witch of the Moon has long been guarding her side, blocking attacks from ordinary soldiers.

The top ten masters were tortured to death by illusion, and finally died of exhaustion of mental power, and their bodies were unharmed, and they fell straight to the ground.

The three elven priests worked together to kill a holy magister, and he had no power to fight back.

The Witch of Flowers still maintained her goblin body, flapping her four small wings around Lu Ming, nominally she was protecting Lu Ming, but in fact, she was staring at Lu Ming's feet with one eye.

If you have the opportunity in the future, you will definitely pour honey on them and taste them. The Flower Witch's eyes lit up in reverie, and her face became rosy.

There is not a single good stubble in this group of women!

Lu Ming came to the conclusion and was secretly glad that they were not enemies, but fortunately they were on his side. It's an absolute nightmare to be against them.

The enemy masters, five sword masters, two holy demon masters, died and fled, only two sword masters did not show up, looking at this situation, they should not come out to die again.

Then the veteran powerhouses began to join forces to suppress the enemy soldiers, and a single level 9 magic could take away thousands of lives.

Elven soldiers are helped, stress is reduced, and those who resist are easily dealt with.

After a barrage of bombardment by a saint-level powerhouse, the 100,000 defenders were almost wiped out, the 200,000 militiamen were killed or wounded, and 80,000 were killed, and the rest all surrendered on their knees, losing the courage to resist.

The elven soldiers got Lu Ming's order, and fought and retreated, if they were not defeated, they must not be strong. After the battle, not a single person died, only more than 100 elves were injured.

There are also magicians in the enemy army, and in such intensive battles, it is difficult to escape after the magic is successfully released, and injuries are inevitable.

Two thousand elven soldiers rushed to the palace and tied up all the princes and ministers hiding inside.

Lu Ming saw the current king of the Duchy of Seon in the main hall, this guy was as fat as a pig, more than 300 catties.

There is no cultivation at all, and he is an ordinary person with a noble status. There are quite a few masters among the ministers, and they are all bound by the devil's vine, and they struggle to no avail.

Legend has it that the pig king is just a puppet, and the real ruler is a general in front of him.

At his behest, the king indulged in good food and beauty, ignoring the government all day long, and eventually fell into power.

After the general gained power, he executed the ministers who were his enemies for various reasons, collected money everywhere, and encircled the army. And capture beautiful women all over the country and pay tribute to the king, so that he can continue to indulge in them.

Since then, the Duchy of Saine has been in turmoil, the soldiers have committed crimes, the people have complained, and natural disasters have caused a decline in food production, but they still have to pay heavy taxes.

Only then did 100,000 displaced people flee, and the decay of the Duchy of Saine was seen as an energy, and it was finally invaded by two great powers.

In the face of the culprits, Lu Ming showed no mercy and publicly hanged them. The corpses hung on the city walls to the outrage of the people.

"Look! That's our King!"

"Hey, Your Majesty is fatter than my pigs!"

"Our food has been eaten by this pig! ”

The people cheered and celebrated, and secretly threw stones at the two corpses, smashing them to pieces.

The three priests found Lu Ming.

"Your Majesty, we have found the treasury and a special place. ”

The treasury was full of gold, silver and jewels, and the general knew that the king was a puppet, and it was better to keep the treasure at home, so that it could be protected directly.

So much wealth can do a lot. Lu Ming immediately issued an order to give a quarter to the people in the city.

A quarter was given to the Duchy of Posei, and the rest was scattered among the elves to be brought back to the territory. He had other plans.

After the Title Witches completed their tasks, they left their own heads, but Eve left the Sheep Witch behind. This pretty woman naturally couldn't ask for it, and she was very attentive to Lu Ming.

Under the leadership of the priests, Lu Ming came to that special place.

It turned out to be the harem of the Duchy of Sain, the place where the golden house of the King of Pig was hidden.

The queen had long been imprisoned by the king and lived a dark life. Presumably she had love for the king in her heart, otherwise she would not have been treated like this.

The king's confines knelt on the ground one by one, and after a cursory glance, there were hundreds of them.

The youngest of them was sixteen or seventeen years old, and the oldest was in his forties. The posture is good, and it is very beautiful.

The most shocking thing is that there are two male pets among them, who have become extremely feminine, with thin eyebrows and cherry lips, and elegant manners.