The sound of killing outside the Red City shook the sky. In just two or three hours, tens of thousands of barbarians gathered on the streets.

At first glance, there are 70,000 to 80,000.

For siege battles, the siege team must at least ten times more than the defensive team before it can capture the city. Although the number of these 70,000 to 80,000 barbarians is not large, they are all extremely strong. Even the same strong Bemon warriors feel extremely troubled.

If you don't look at it in front of it, you may be able to capture Hongcheng by these savages.

However, these barbarians are still gathering for the time being. It is estimated that the attack will take a while, and Yang Dashuan will keep his eyes on these demons who are in vain again.

After asking questions, Xiangshuai and Blatt made a few more words, probably bringing Zandi what he knew and didn't know, even the eighteen generations of ancestors... Now that he was thinking about it, he was worthless, Yang Dashuan remembered the foolish tricks this guy had played against him before.

Whip and branding iron, this thing is already out of date...

I don’t know if it’s numb or not afraid at all, but these demons twisted their necks and pretended to be tough guys. This made Yang Dashuan angry for a while.

But Yang Dashuan was thinking about these demons who were living in the air and had to hear howls from their mouths, otherwise wouldn’t the arrow on his shoulder be in vain?

"Damn! Don't make a sound!" Edward threw off the rattan in his hand in dismay, and shrugged his shoulder helplessly at Yang Dashuan. "Master, this guy doesn't open his mouth even if he beats him to death. Are you mute?"

"Nonsense, didn't you say that you were quite happy just now?" Yang Dashuan was immediately angry. He was not finished yet!

Several slave warriors looked at each other in a flash. When did the master have a hobby?

"Okay, or you'll kill them!" Ed leaned over and patted his head and said. "The savages outside are almost ready, maybe they will have to rush in at any time!"

"No, I have to kill these kids!" Yang Dashuan felt angry when he looked at these demons. Not only did he pit himself from the vast wasteland, he also came up with an arrow on his shoulder. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the arrow would have pierced his throat!

"Master, these demons are almost dead, and I guess they can't call the sound you want." The centaur who had not interrupted hurriedly came over, "We should start with their weaknesses when dealing with people!"

weakness?

This is a reminder to Lao Yang.

"Oh?" Yang Dashuan stood up and laughed. The devil's weakness was nothing more than fear of light and water...

The centaur 1's eyes rolled around and he leaned over to the master's ear and muttered for a long time. The more he spoke, the more he became more and more heartwarming. At the end of his speech, both of them showed a sinister smile on their faces.

The half-dead demon lay on the ground, with a nervous mood, half-opened his eyes and stared at the wasteland natives that formed a circle not far away. They dared to go to the terrified demon wizard who had already sacrificed. These natives on the main plane would never discuss anything good.

The discussion soon came to an end. The slave warriors quickly pulled a demon from the rock wall, and pulled down a large piece of bloody flesh with the javelin. Half dragged and half to the side, and several big-shouldered and round-waisted Bimon warriors brought a huge wooden barrel... Listening to the sound in the barrel, Zandi felt numb all over.

Before he could react, the devil was stuffed into the bucket and a "thump" splashed a wave of water.

Looking at the companions struggling in the bucket, for the demons who are naturally afraid of water, the fear of being drowned is even more frightening than any way to die. Even if it is not drowning, just a bucket of water poured on them is enough to make these demons wail all day.

However, the wail sounded along with the sound of the horns of the barbarians.

At this time, Yang Dashuan didn't care about torture these demons, so he gave a random order to let the slaves stuff all these guys into the toilet and drowned...

In addition to the barbarians, there was also a nest of Salon Knights.

These salon knights shone with their wings, as if they had suffered a lot in the morning, and at this time they became a little bit of aware. They kept hovering over the barbarian army, and did not suddenly rush out, and had an unexpected idea.

It was not until dark that the barbarians finally advanced five miles away from the battlefield, and laid a continuous stream of tents facing the front.

Looking from the head of the sand city, a army of 70,000 barbarians came to the ground. The armor was clanging, the weapons were thrust, and the footsteps and horns were heard in a very impressive momentum. Countless beautiful but very rough-working military flags were swinging weakly in the breeze of the wilderness. Light barbarian infantry stood arrogantly at the front of the sand city. The fierce barbarians did not carry weapons, but just waved their powerful fists, making various provocative calls, and unscrupulous laughter and roar came from afar with the evening breeze.

"Does these guys want to attack the city overnight?" Blatt blinked, a little unacceptable. At night, most of Bemon were blind and could not see things too far away. If these savages wanted to attack the city overnight, then he really had no way to do so, so he could only watch.

"Don't worry, see what these guys want to do!" Xiang Shuai interrupted Blatt and looked back at Yang Dashuan who was rushing towards him. "We elves are not only the darlings of nature, but also the pride of night. The moon god Eluni is always protecting us. In the night battle, we are never inferior to any opponent!"

With Xiang Shuai's words, Blatt calmed down.

The elves are enemies of these barbarians, and they may have their own unique ways to deal with these guys. Perhaps their worries are just in vain. Even if Xiang Shuai fails, there is still a master of the wasteland here.

However, the number of people who were nearly twice as many as he was still a headache for Blatt.

The brave Beamon warriors were never afraid of fighting, but they started to have a headache for these barbarians who had just fought for the first time today. If Beamon never dodges when facing the enemy's weapons, then the same is true for these barbarians.

At the same time, it can be said without hesitation that these barbarians are even more crazy.

Although humans are hated by elves, even the natives of the wasteland, the elves did not name them "barbaric". The name of this savage was named by elves. This shows that elves sincerely dislike these guys who look almost the same as humans, but they really make them feel numb.

Maybe it's just a similar appearance, but it's not a branch of human beings at all. Many people in the rescue army maliciously guessed.

But at this moment, the savages who were demonstrating had retreated.

The central army opened a man's alley, and Yang Dashuan took the opportunity to look over and suddenly tightened his pupils. Before the other people could notice what was going on in this regard, Yang Dashuan pulled out the rage of Moradin on his waist at a rapid speed.

The gun buckle flexibly between his fingers, and the muzzle was aimed at the end of the man's lane. Moladin's angry muzzle had just stopped, and a fire snake gushed out of the black hole's barrel.

The dark city suddenly became extremely dazzling.

The flames surged out from the city like a fierce tide, and suddenly turned into a rocket. The huge and thick flames in the dark rushed towards the end of the alley like a running Komodo beast. No one could react to what was going on.

Even Xiang Shuai didn't react. He only felt that Yang Dashuan moved his right hand, and then his eyes were filled with the flame. Seeing this, Xiang Shuai was also sweating all over. If Yang Dashuan played this trick on him, he probably would have the only remaining powder that was burned by the fire.

The magic crystal of the fourth-level monster and the wind-type magic of the Moradin musket are at least powered by the top magicians. Just this moment, let alone being unprepared, even those who have been mentally prepared may not be able to withstand it. After the fire pillar is over, there may not be even a scum left.

The flames brushed across the ground, and the dry soil quickly spread out the cracked traces.

The land rolled like a plow chewing through the ground.

Not to mention that someone is in front of him, even if it is just a small hill, this flame can burn the mountain to pieces.
Chapter completed!