A person who would subconsciously follow the rules of knighthood while fighting would never have committed the war crime of slaughtering a steppe wolf scout, and Pisco also had a scarf made of wolf tail around his neck, so it was clear who was responsible.

As a "wolf" who has lived in the desert country for a long time, Pisco has been as fierce as a wolf in his fighting style.

"The blood-colored fighting aura on that guy's body is rare, and that ominous aura is like that of a berserker in the human empire. Anna, who was teaming up with Emilia to eliminate the Tower Shield Scythe, took the time to glance at the battlefield of the lord in the distance.

As the dragon power and spiritual power in his body were untied, Chang Hao's attack power began to climb steadily, and the sound of a sword swinging through the air was like a thunderbolt exploding in everyone's ears, and Pisco, who was close at hand, was shocked to his eardrums.

The Rock Wolf Mercenary Regiment has many Annihilation Arrow Crossbowmen who are trying to support the regiment leader with firepower, but it is too child's fun to threaten the life of a Jindan Realm monk with just a few arrows, and Chang Hao can easily block the Annihilation Arrow with only the spiritual power shield that appears on the surface of his body.

"Your vindictive... Aren't you an elf?Why don't you use magic?" Pisco obviously mistakenly thought that the Bright Wild Lord in front of him was also a cultivator of Dou Qi, and his heart trembled instinctively when he saw that the Oblivion Armor Arrow, which was known for breaking defenses, had no achievements on this guy's "Dou Qi Shield".

"The frog at the bottom of the well. Chang Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, the powerful divine sense of the Jindan Realm swept out from the Mud Pill Palace and wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and the Moon Rainbow Sword floating in the air stabbed out countless sword flowers in the flying snow like an arm.

The old man once talked to Chang Hao, who had just practiced swordsmanship, about thousands of years ago. said that at that time, there was a sword cultivator who thought that most of the swordsmanship in the world was sparse and weak, and he himself could fly around the butterfly without hurting the butterfly in the slightest.

Chang Hao knew that his cultivation was no more than the Jindan Realm, and the strength of his divine sense and comprehension of swordsmanship were far inferior to those sword immortals who had risen by day thousands of years ago, but at this moment, he simply needed those cumbersome skills, he just had to let this executioner ambush him!

It may be far from reaching the top, but it's enough to get into the house.

The divine consciousness roared into the wind, and Chang Hao's divine consciousness was dedicated to two purposes, using all his strength.

The sword qi soared upward, one into two, two into four, four into eight, the dense sword qi was denser than the wind and snow, and it rumbled like a winter thunder overturning, falling in an instant!

Pisco was full of revenants, and each of those sword qi was terrifying to him, and he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like for so many sword qi to drown him.

But it wasn't until this time that he noticed that the strength of his fighting spirit was in jeopardy.

His blood-red fighting spirit has the ability to strengthen the user's physical fitness in a short period of time, which is the main reason why he can fight back and forth with Chang Hao. But this kind of doping-like effect is a flash in the pan after all, and it comes and goes quickly, and after more than ten minutes of fighting, the momentum of doping should have passed.

The master has made a move, and life and death are only in an instant.

Originating from the ancient period of Qingyun Mountain's swordsmanship, the sword qi is like rain, the blood-colored wolf head on Pisco's shoulder is about to collapse at the touch of a touch, and the sword qi shoots on the armor to produce the sound of gold and iron fighting, Pisco also tried to wave the sword to block the attack of the sword qi, but at the end of his life, he was only drowned by the sword rain in a few breaths.

He did want to ask Elena for help, but he couldn't scream because the sword qi got into his mouth and shattered his tongue.

Chang Hao used his sword skills to trigger the tide of sword qi, and the surging sword qi rushed into the sky, tearing apart the thick clouds, and both the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield were attracted by this spectacular scene, but only the people on the side of Guangguang Ye let out a deafening cheer, and the members of the two mercenary groups were like ashes.

Chang Hao had an invisible river watered by divine consciousness between his hands, he twisted his hand by mistake, and the roaring sword qi tide staggered as violently as his gestures, and the armor and desert war knife on Pisco's body finally couldn't withstand the sword qi cutting, and they were all cut into scrap metal.

And Pisco, who was in the center of the sword qi tide, had no fighting qi protection, and the end could be imagined, with a scream that was cut into rags by the sword qi, a handful of brilliant blood flowers dyed the sky red and snowed, and then quickly annihilated into nothingness in the sword qi cutting.

At this point, the leader of the Rock Wolf Mercenary Regiment, who was very powerful in the desert country, died in battle.

Pisco's death was like a collapsed pillar, and the mercenaries who witnessed all this only felt that some kind of faith in their hearts had collapsed, and several infantry captains belonging to the Rock Wolf Mercenary Regiment were just shocked by their hearts, and they were kicked in the heart by the Spartan bears, and they were disarmed and captured on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the tower shield heavy scythes who were still struggling to support themselves in the snow leopard light cavalry knew that the general situation was gone, so they discarded the fine iron heavy scythes and slowly knelt down to the ground, and the heavy tower shield armor smashed a deep pit in the ground.

In the face of the sorceress, they did not want to die a meaningless death.

Pisco's death had taken a toll on the morale of the mercenary group, and while the surrenderers were not in the majority, it was enough to make their already messy front even more porous.

Without the grid fire support of infantry and Oblivion Archer Crossbowmen, the cavalry of the Blood Rose Mercenaries were forced to come into direct contact with three elite units: the Spartan Bearmen, the Frozen Throne Snow Leopard Light Cavalry, and the Panda Rangers.

The Snow Leopard Light Cavalry perfectly implemented the "zero battle damage" combat policy customized by the boss before the battle, and after entering their battle rhythm, they only dragged out without fighting, and used the terrain to encircle the Blood Rose cavalry in a fixed range, like driving sheep.

The only remaining cavalry captain of the Blood Rose Mercenary Regiment was anxious, and those with a little combat knowledge knew that once the cavalry lost speed, it was not far from death.

They organized several offensives to break out of this damn encirclement, but the results were invariably unsuccessful.

These snow leopards, who had been fortified by orc sacrifices, were simply nimble, using their incredible movement speed to build a fluid, multi-layered defense system, changing people once they couldn't stop them, and then twice, three times, until the cavalry was slowed down and then driven back like lambs to the slaughter.

It's like if you are lucky enough to break through, you will either be burned to charred by a large fireball that falls from nowhere, along with people and horses, or you will be killed by a group of people who can step on their swords and fly through the air like birds.

The captains of the cavalry swore that when they saw those who stepped on the flying swords just pointing their fingers in the air, their men fell off their horses with a muffled grunt, and died.

Are they the gods above? Are they the gods of death?

Herbert and Panta were brothers in a pair of trousers, and two groups of men and horses carried their shields through the blockade of the snow leopard hussars, flanking the cavalry troops from both sides.

The "raised" human cavalry had almost zero speed and lost room to evade, and two hundred sun shields pierced through the enemy's heart like two fiery red sharp knives.

Panda and Bear Man choose the most primitive but impactful way of attacking.

Savage Rush!

The two Yang Yan shields slammed into the war horse from both sides, and the huge impact force directly smashed the desert war horse worth thousands of gold into minced meat, and the cavalry who lost their mounts fell to the ground, facing the fierce and vicious two ace troops of Guangming Ye, there was no chance of winning.

After two or three times of rushing back and forth like this, the human cavalry had completely shredded the defensive line, and the ground was stained red with shredded flesh and blood, and the cavalry who fell in a pool of blood let out a miserable wail, surrounded by indifferent orc warriors.

It's hard to imagine how the Snow Leopard Light Cavalry, with only 400 people, could force the cavalry of the 2,000-strong Blood Rose Mercenary Regiment to this point.

The orcs didn't have the slightest affection for these humans who invaded their homeland, and they could have dismantled these invaders in eight pieces to sacrifice the spirits of the steppe wolf scouts, but they didn't do that, they were waiting for a man's order.

The orcs of the bright wild, only obey the man's orders.

"Surrender... I... Elena, the leader of the Blood Rose Mercenary Regiment... Surrender, please spare my men!" Knowing that there was no more chance under the near-rage of the sword-fighting, Elena pleaded in a trembling voice, she didn't want to see her men die as tragically as the steppe wolf scouts, this was the only thing she could do.

The cold face of the Bright Wild Lord finally pale, and with a wave of his big hand, the roaring sword qi dissipated, and the flying sword that had forced Elena back to a dead end returned to Yan Qi's hand.

"I, Lord Chang Hao of the Bright Field, accept your surrender. ”

Chang Hao slowly walked up to Elena, kicked away her bayonet sword, and announced the victory of the Orc Kingdom in the battle against the Human Empire for the first time in nearly a hundred years.