If the sharp knife team in the front tore a hole in the demon army, then the army behind sprinkled a handful of salt into the hole, making the demon army miserable!
That's right, when the sharp knife team penetrated more than thirty meters into the enemy's army, the main force finally arrived and started a real confrontation with the demon army!
This is the home ground of the war. The Sharp Knife Squad is responsible for two tasks. One is to create offensive opportunities for the army, and the other is to kill the elites of the Demon Army as much as possible. It may be more appropriate to use 'decapitation' to describe their other task, but
However, the 'head' in this 'beheading' does not refer to the generals of the demon army, but to many elites and leaders.
"Kill~"
The sky was filled with murderous intent, and the air above seemed to be frozen.
As the general leading the Wutong Army, Tuoba Si rode a flame pony with maroon fur and glanced back and forth at the place where the two armies were fighting. Although the death of every soldier made him heartbroken, this was a battlefield and he was a general.
The kindness of a woman will only lead to greater disasters and tragedies. All he can do is to win the battle and spend the rest of his life helping the Imperial Army to expel the demon army from a hundred kilometers away from Wutong City, and even destroy all the demons.
The devil.
His eyes were cold, as if he cared little about the life and death of each soldier. However, every soldier or the people around him knew how much he loved and cared for his soldiers!
Every time a soldier fell, it was like a sharp knife piercing his heart, and his heart kept bleeding!
"Huh?" When he saw the sharp knife team in the distance, a trace of surprise appeared on Tuoba Si's face, "Finally, a decent descendant appeared."
Where the Knife Squad is located.
"Basic swordsmanship!"
The more Zhang Fan killed, the more excited he became, and the passion buried in his heart showed faint signs of being aroused.
"—1800."
A demon fell down in response, and the dismemberment effect was triggered. As a result, the internal organs, severed fingers and arms were scattered on the ground, the organs of the body were automatically separated, and the blood was scattered all over the ground. The death scene was horrific. This scene was so bloody that even the members of the Sharp Knife Squad were killed.
The soldiers couldn't help but gulped, feeling almost like vomiting.
However, Zhang Fan didn't care about anything. As long as it was a demon around him, he would give it a blow without hesitation.
"Basic swordsmanship!"
Seeing a demon one meter away, Zhang Fan didn't even think about it. He stepped lightly and waved the ancient warrior's magic weapon again. His speed reached its maximum. At this moment, his skills, movements, and attacks were all over the place.
Without reservation, the warrior's illusion brought up a trace of afterimage, which was not very obvious, but also caused many soldiers to be surprised.
"Good guy, I almost had a fight with the captain!" The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Squad couldn't help but think in surprise.
"—1500."
I was hit by a sword, but the damage was a little lower than expected, and the demon didn't die either.
Wait, Zhang Fan took a closer look, hey, isn't this the elite living dead he has been looking for?
The soldier next to him finished taking care of the demons around him and immediately wanted to come up and help.
"It's not a big deal, I can handle it myself." This is not just experience, but also related to his mission. Of course he doesn't want others to share it with him. These days, elite living dead are also a rarity!
That's right, he could indeed handle it by himself. The hero's phantom weapon that he had slashed out was pulled back along the original path and scratched through the wounds of the elite living dead again.
"—1500."
It’s still a critical hit, no doubt about it!
He was very lucky today, almost every attack was a critical hit, and God was on his side.
He was not dead yet, and this elite living dead even clawed at Zhang Fan with his claws. His long black nails were like sharp weapons. If he was caught, he would probably be very uncomfortable.
"Death!" Zhang Fan turned his head half an inch, barely moving, and dodged the attack of the elite living dead.
It's rude to come back but not reciprocate. Zhang Fan is a grateful person and knows how to reciprocate. Since the elite living dead gave him such a good gift, he can't be empty-handed. He has to give some gifts in return, right?
The ancient long sword, that uniquely shaped weapon, spun in Zhang Fan's hands. During the rotation, it accurately passed through the waist of the elite living dead: "Basic swordsmanship!" At this time, he did not forget to give himself the
Basic swordsmanship increases a little proficiency.
"—1500."
"Ah~" The elite living dead let out a painful howl, and finally fell to the ground, their lives instantly cleared.
Within half an hour after the war ends, these corpses will remain in this state. Unlike when killing monsters, the monsters will turn into white light after being killed, and will be refreshed later. Once these demons are dead,
, it is really dead and will never be refreshed again. The demons that appear in the future will be transferred from other places, not refreshed by the system.
The strength of the evil forces and the strength of the human side have been set by the system. In other words, if all the demons are killed, it will be equivalent to the extinction of this race. There will be no more "Brave"
Devil!
The demon race is one of the evil force races.
"One." Zhang Fan was still thinking about his mission. He had completed the second point, but he was still short of the first point.
Next, he needs to be a little more targeted. After the mission is completed, it is not too late to go kill demons and accumulate experience. If he accidentally neglects the mission while killing, who should he cry to when so much experience is deducted?
go?
Time passes slowly...
With the addition of the Wutong Army, the friendly forces finally persisted tenaciously. Although more than half of the soldiers were lost, they were still a force that should not be underestimated. Under the joint attack of the two armies, the demon army retreated steadily and died.
Injured, he is at an absolute disadvantage. If Kakalit, the leader of the demon army, does not find a way to remedy the situation, I am afraid that the demon army will suffer heavy losses this time!
Even so, the losses of the Demon Army have exceeded the sum of the Wutong Army and allied forces.
"Come here." Seeing that the situation was not favorable for his side, Kakalit waved his hand and made an instant decision, "Let the elite living dead team join the battlefield!"
"Yes, sir!"
…
"Why are there so few elite living dead? Is this leader too frightened by Sikong Ye to send any more elite living dead into battle?" It had been half an hour, and Zhang Fan had only killed five elite living dead.
After meeting the standards required by the mission, he couldn't help but become a little anxious when he saw that the war was gradually heating up.
At this moment, the sound of running was heard in the distance.
His eyes suddenly lit up: "Elite living dead!"
Captain Perseus and many soldiers had serious expressions on their faces. The Elite Living Dead Squad, an important team in the demon army, is just like the Sharp Knife Squad of the Indus Army.
No matter how far apart the team is, if they fight, the result is likely to be a loss for both sides.
"kill!"
What they didn't expect was that Zhang Fan became more active in killing the enemy at this time. The word "kill" popped out of Zhang Fan's mouth, with a hint of excitement and relief. Such an expression was really puzzling to them.
What shocked them even more was that Zhang Fan actually broke away from the sharp knife team, rushed towards the elite living dead alone, and used a 'magic skill' from a distance.
"Sky strike!"
"—1500."
A 'magic skill' first knocked over the elite living dead at the front. Before this guy could react, there was another skill: "Sky Strike!"
"—1500."
When this guy reacted, Zhang Fan drifted like the wind in everyone's sight, dodged the attacks of his companions around the elite living dead, and once again used a 'magic skill': "Sky Strike!"
"—1500."
"Boom~" Then, the elite living dead fell heavily to the ground and could not get up anymore. The soldiers of the sharp knife squad were surprised to find that the powerful ones were easily killed by Zhang Fan.
kill!
They didn't have time to think too much. At this time, the elite team of the living dead had already rushed over. They couldn't help but refuse to fight. However, as the elite team of the Wutong Army, they were not vegetarians. They were afraid of fear, but they were not afraid. They wanted to fight.
In a casual battle, the Sharp Knife Squad dares to face any powerful challenge.
"Death~" Zhang Fan had completely separated from the sharp knife team at this time, and was fighting with high spirits among the elite burning dead by himself.
…
Three minutes, just three minutes, Zhang Fan completed the task and killed fifteen elite living dead. Adding the five he killed before, there were exactly twenty!
And his bravery also inspired the courage and confidence of the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Squad, and his momentum gradually overwhelmed the elite Living Dead Squad!
The two elite teams competed head-on for the first time, and the sharp knife team was slightly better.
But Zhang Fan's outstanding performance also attracted the attention of a demon master from behind. He was stared at by the captain of the Wutong Army. Once he dared to take action, the captain over there would also suddenly launch an attack, so he could only
Send your men around to get rid of that annoying 'fly'.
The men sent by the captain were slightly different from the elite living dead Zhang Fan killed. The general features of this man were no different from the elite burning dead, but his face was paler and his body and bones were thinner, as if only skin and bones were left.
His nails are terrifyingly long, almost as long as an ordinary assassin's dagger. The long hair on his head is jet black, not as silver as the elite Fire Death. The bones on his chest are deeply sunken, and his speed is faster than the elite ones.
The living dead are slower, but the evil energy in their bodies is more than ten times heavier than the elite fire dead!
Zhang Fan saw it from a distance.
"Little leader of the living dead, isn't it?" Zhang Fan's expression became serious. This was the first time he had shown a serious expression since he entered the battlefield. "It seems that he is coming for me. Could it be that he is trying to kill his fellow clan members against me?"
