More than 1,200 minotaur warriors charged with heavy steps, and the thick anti-joint bull hooves beat the ground rhythmically, making a dense and heavy thunderous roar, like thunder and rain clouds sweeping across the grassland in summer.

Such an astonishing momentum really frightened some Tianyun Sect people who had never seen the world, and even the very murderous Forbidden Daoist couldn't help but feel uneasy, with the forbidden spells they had mastered now, they could still deal with one or two, but the opponent's momentum was too strong, so strong that it began to affect their state of mind.

The steppe minotaurs are mostly docile orcs, but this group also has the trait of blood-seeking, especially among the branch buffalo, and there will even be fighters who are proficient in the art of hornfighting.

Of course, those who have competed with bison fighters call this explosive state of improving their strength "mad cow disease", and the "rabies" of the wolf clan and the "sheep epilepsy" of the sheep-headed people can be called the three divine skills of the beast clan.

In Ye Zhiqiu's opinion, this transcendent state comes with a slight healing technique, bloodthirsty technique, and a rare madness, and it suddenly erupts on the battlefield, although the combat power will multiply in a short period of time, or even increase several times, but the consequences are also not small.

In particular, these berserk beast fighters fight without distinction between enemy and enemy, and often wipe out the local advantages they have won temporarily in the blink of an eye, and even cause unnecessary losses in their own military strength.

If it weren't for this or that kind of malpractice, the steppe orcs would have broken through the border passes and fortresses, and they would have been able to drive south every year, captive and kill the people of the Han Empire, instead of nesting on the grassland, intriguing with each other and calculating each other, and reluctantly forming a loose alliance of bandits.

Seeing that more than 1,200 minotaur warriors launched a cluster charge, the cursed Taoist priests led by Li Lei hurriedly put on deerskin gloves, took out a handful of thistles from their waist pockets, and threw them vigorously dozens of steps away in front of them, and then silently chanted a mantra, making these thistles like living seeds, taking root in the soil with abundant water and plants, and constantly absorbing the soil strength, growing at a speed visible to the eye, and then spreading into a dense thorn jungle against the ground.

Ye Zhiqiu saw the tail finger thick wattle barbs, full of sharp barbs, the surface shone with a metallic luster, and the thick looked like a saw blade in a lumberyard, rolled up in a ball and thrown on the ground, stretched out wantonly, and turned into a hidden and terrifying death trap with an area of ten miles.

At this moment, the five wolf clan vanguard officers rushed in first, their furry claws and feet stepped on the steel thorns, and only then did they leap forward three steps, their legs were already scarred, and the blood boiling because of the fighting spirit, no matter how hot it was, could not resist the cold metal trap, and a large piece of fur was torn and cut, hanging on the thorns, and there were still scarlet blood stains on it.

The unprecedented pain struck, and even the rock-strong wolf warriors couldn't bear to fall forward at this time, and their bodies curled up unnaturally with muscle spasms, and soon stopped struggling purposefully due to excessive blood loss.

Barbed thorns, tearing at their flesh and blood, the earth taking on the werewolf's blood, devouring it thirsty, like a farmland in a long drought.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at this scene with relish, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly: "This meadow will definitely become more fertile and beautiful in the coming year." ”

The death of the wolf vanguard further irritated the minotaur warriors, and although their eyes could not see too far in the "night" when the light was not bright enough, the unusually familiar smell of blood activated the madness factor of the minotaur to explode at the sight of blood.

As a result, Ye Zhiqiu and the others saw more than 1,200 minotaurs, bravely rushing into the steel thorn trap, densely packed with sharp iron teeth, recklessly devouring the minotaur warriors.

Even if their cowhide is very tough, equivalent to the standard leather armor of the Han Empire, it can't withstand the ubiquitous serrated cuts at this time, not to mention the sharp thistles on the ground, which can easily pierce the thick hooves and feet of the Minotaur warriors, torturing their already crazy nerves all the time.

Then, as the cursed Taoist priest Li Lei and others expected, the Minotaur warrior once again went berserk due to war madness, his red and shining eyes were covered with a thick layer of blood, even the sober light sprinkled by the shaman could not suppress the madness of the Minotaur warrior, desperately brandishing rock clubs, attacking everything around him, venting his inner dissatisfaction and anger.

"Click...... Bang bang...... Oops"

With a painful cry of broken tendons, the Minotaur warriors who rushed in early fell one after another due to various factors, and died worthlessly, without even touching the corners of the clothes of the forbidden Taoist priest.

It's a pity that the thorn trap with a radius of ten miles is relatively weak, and as the minotaurs continue to advance, they have used a large number of corpses to pave a flesh passage.

When a minotaur warrior with a big waist and a round waist, waving a rock stick that ordinary people hug thickly, appeared in front of the cursed Taoist priest, no one just faced him, and they all scattered in all directions.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at this scene expressionlessly, and sighed in his heart: "How can a group of rookie mages with crispy skin and anemic blood be the opponent of the flesh shield warriors with thick skin and blood. From this point of view, the Forbidden Daoists under my command have to grant stronger forbidden spells as soon as possible, and they also have to improve their battlefield psychological quality. ”

Who knew that at this moment, the Minotaur warriors who broke out of the deadly trap, after discovering that the enemy were scattered, a thick layer of bloodshot eyes appeared, and immediately stared at the immobile Ye Zhiqiu, and immediately locked him on, as the mastermind behind all the tragedies.

Ye Zhiqiu was very conscious of the boss behind the scenes, and saw the minotaur warrior rushing towards him, waving a stone pillar thicker than his waist, standing in place without dodging or evading, as if he was slowly and quickly raising his left hand, as if facing the rolling wheel of fate, he raised the mantis's knife arm in vain, trying to stop the upcoming trial.

The dying wolf clan vanguard officer, the centaur warrior who came from the two wings detoured, fell to the ground and was cut by the thorn sawtooth, watching the lucky and brave minotaur fighter, raising the stone pillar high and smashing it on Ye Zhiqiu's head.

At the moment when the thick stone pillar came into contact with the white arm, the cold and hard rock suddenly turned into hot magma, rising into the sky in the opposite direction of the Minotaur fighter's strength, and then turned into a rain of fire, scattered in all directions.

The blood-colored magma splattered on the ground dots, and the wet turf evaporated in an instant, except for the small pieces of magma stone after cooling, and more of them were hot embers that were burned into ashes by the high temperature.

The Minotaur Fighter was unlucky this time, without any spell to protect his body, and the magma fell, melting half of his body on the spot, burning his bones to charcoal, and falling to the ground and dying in an instant.

As soon as the Taoist makes a move, he will know if there is one.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Forbidden Dao and Tianyun Sect, Ye Zhiqiu's Dao mana was very high, but he could never see where it was, and now witnessing this scene with his own eyes immediately made them have an intuitive feeling.

The Red Water Palm Flag touched Ruan Qian the most, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The Immortal Master's Dao is really high, so high that it is boundless." ”

The people of the Tianyun Sect behind him nodded heavily in agreement, after all, they were able to melt the stone pillar into magma in an instant without fear of danger, and the cultivation of the Dao state of mind alone was far beyond everyone present, not to mention the change in mana, which was a mysterious mess.

Who knows, Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about this at all, took out a pair of scrolls made of bright yellow silk, spread it out and took a closer look, the four forbidden Taoist priests, including Li Lei, killed more than ten orc warriors, nodded lightly with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand to erase the "merits" under their names, and with a flick of his four fingers, there was a flash of aura of the forbidden Dao, which fell on their bodies respectively.

Li Lei calmly greeted the arrival of the spiritual light, only to see a little light golden light hit the center of their eyebrows, and everything about the "Five Ghost Slashing Spell" was instantly poured into the marrow sea of the four forbidden Taoist priests.

Meritorious service must be rewarded, there have been punishments, rewards and punishments are clear, this is the right way, but also the art of war. Ye Zhiqiu used the essence of the art of war, controlled the two side doors of Jizhou and put the Taoist generals under his command, and implemented his own grassland strategy without delay.