"Yes! A monster with strong attack power and slow movement." Grandpa Martin said: "Although there are not many in number, they are very durable."
Before I had time to express my opinion, the second attack of the Warcraft began. Groups of two-headed wolves howled and rushed toward us, much faster than the hellhounds.
Two-headed wolf is just a more recognizable name. In fact, some two-headed wolves have more than two heads. They also look much stronger than hellhounds. Their mouths are open, fangs are exposed, drooling, and
Dragging a blood-red tongue is so disgusting!
Rows of bows and arrows shot out.
Because the speed of the two-headed wolves is too fast, and because of their outstanding resistance to strikes, our archers' results this time were not as good as last time.
Many two-headed wolves were able to run for a while after being hit by arrows, and a few two-headed wolves successfully broke through the arrow screen.
"The five hundred men in front drew up their bows and prepared for close combat!" I looked at the number of two-headed wolves rushing over, and then at the dozens of demon bears that were gradually approaching: "The soldiers behind continued to use bows and arrows to stop the two-headed wolves. The elves
We are responsible for shooting the magic bear! The magicians are ready to support!"
"Also!" Grandpa Martin said: "Tell Heert to pay attention to the direction of Bota's army at all times. There may be some magical beasts coming from there."
"Old Slippery." I said with a smile.
"Be serious." Grandpa Martin said, "The monster is coming soon!"
More than a hundred two-headed wolves rushed closer and closer. I could already see their blood-red eyes, revealing their white fangs, and black liquid flowing from the corners of their mouths. They looked fierce... as if we owe
It seems like they haven't paid back a lot of money.
There was a chant in the queue of magicians, and each fireball struck the two-headed wolf in an arc, and some outstanding elf magicians released the wall of fire spell in front of my soldiers.
This is not the kind of flame that burns with grease on the feather arrows. The fierce flames made the soldiers in my front row take a few steps back. The two-headed wolves were burned to coke one by one, and the stench spread in the wind.
With.
"I'll leave this to you." I was eager to give it a try: "I'll go to the front and have a look!"
"It's okay to let you experience it." Grandpa Martin said, "Just be careful!"
I jumped off the horse and ran to the front in three or two steps. I picked up a shield in my left hand, raised the black iron sword in my right hand, and yelled: "Charge!"
Five hundred soldiers shouted and followed me, charging towards the remaining two-headed wolf, all with shields on the left and swords on the right.
The magicians no longer release attack magic, but instead bless us with various magics, ice shields, flame armor, holy light protection... Let our bodies be hung with lights of various colors, shining brightly.
I killed a two-headed wolf with one blow, kicked another one away, and then killed a two-headed wolf with three heads. This guy looked like a leader. When others of the same kind attacked, he hid behind
Chirping.
I cut off one of its heads with one knife. My knife was blessed with fire magic. The splashing flames made it twitch and suffer terribly... This is a ruthless character. It bit my head tightly with its second head.
The knife, even though its mouth was sizzling with flames, would not let go! The third head opened with a bloody mouth and bit me.
"Do it!" I yelled angrily, swung my left hand, and used the sharp lower edge of the shield to cut off its third head. I no longer retracted it with my right hand, but sent a magic power to the knife, making the flames on the black iron knife even brighter.
The hot, sudden explosion of flames enveloped its entire body with a roar.
"Die!" I yelled, raised the knife in my right hand, drew a circle with its burning body, and then slapped it heavily on the ground.
This guy's entire body was shattered. Judging from the extent of its disorganization, it had no chance to be reassembled...
After clearing away the two-headed wolves in front of me, I looked at the armies of the other two empires.
The heavy cavalry of the Bota Empire launched another counterattack with their heavy armor, but this time they were much more strenuous. The two-headed wolves were not so easy to bully. They used their sharp teeth and claws to bite everything crazily!
Although it can't do anything to the cavalry who are covered in steel, the horses will be miserable.
In my pitiful eyes, many horses became lame, and the injured parts were all in the legs that could not be protected by the soft armor...
And the female general of the Liva Empire, the one who beat me and scolded me, commanded some soldiers to tightly guard the defense line, and then let some soldiers flexibly attack from both sides.
The soldiers brandished the heavy swords in their hands, all attacking quickly, without giving the two-headed wolf a chance to talk back. The two-headed wolf was rushed to pieces, separated into small pieces, and was cannibalized piece by piece... Female
The general's meticulous thinking, decisive decisions, and flexible tactics all left a deep impression on me.
Under the continuous barrage of arrows, there were never many magic beasts that could rush in front of us, but after a large number of magic bears came on the scene, this situation changed.
More and more demon bears were rushing towards us among the large numbers of two-headed wolves. They lowered their bodies, got on all fours and slowly began to accelerate.
I was surprised to find that the words "moving slowly" are only relative terms. The magic bears are not slow when running! They drag their chubby bodies closer and closer, exhaling white puffs of "plop, plop!"
gas.
Except for the fact that some demon bears were shot in the eyes, which were their vital points, and turned upside down, the demon bears generally suffered no losses. On the contrary, the elven archers began to be unable to cope with more and more demon bears.
There are still monsters swarming out of the cave entrance, and I can finally see it clearly... These bastards have been holding back for nearly twenty years, just waiting for today's majesty!
"The elves and winged men took off, preparing to support the close combat." Seeing that the flying monsters had not yet appeared, I gestured to Helter behind me: "The remaining one thousand soldiers mounted, pay close attention to the direction of the altar, and are ready to support at any time.
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Geert gave me a "received" gesture in return, and at the same time Grandpa Martin used his gesture to tell me to be careful about my own safety.
Awesome! This is a unique contact method only available to our dark army. Officers use dozens of gestures to communicate during operations, which is particularly convenient and rapid at visual distance.
I don't want my officers shouting with broken gong voices. Not only will there be no confidentiality at all, but they all look like fools.
Although the magicians and archers tried their best to stop us, the demon bears still howled, dragged their bodies full of arrows and burned, and ran all the way to us.
Most of the standing demon bears were a head taller than us. They waved their thick claws, trying to tear us into pieces, then throw us to the ground and trample us into pulp... Their long black sharp nails reflected in the sun.
Under the light, you can clearly see the two rows of teeth in the wide-open mouth.
Obviously, Grandpa Martin made special instructions. In addition to blessing us with ordinary armor magic, the magician also released a special kind of magic for us - mad power!
I have read the Elf Manual and know the origin of this thing. Because elves have been slender for generations and do not have much strength, they are very disadvantaged in some situations, so this magic was born in the hands of a very, very beautiful elf leader.
, used to increase one's strength and other melee attributes.
It is not a single magic, but consists of a series of magics. Depending on the different levels of magic among the elves, they can release power-enhancing spells that double their strength to violent spells that increase their strength twenty times!
But speaking of it, this crazy power technique... just increases our power by seven or eight times!
This was the first time I "enjoyed" this kind of magic. I just felt waves of power coming from nowhere, surging and flowing in my body... I couldn't help but want to exercise, want to vent, want to
Open your mouth and shout the trombone loudly!
A demon bear came face to face with me. A huge claw was raised high and struck down, and it landed heavily on my raised shield, causing ice shards to fly on the ice caused by the magic blessing!
"Ah!" I used the most primitive cry, as if I could no longer speak. With a push of the shield in my left hand, the burning black iron knife in my right hand had cut the demon bear into two pieces!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I held my knife high and rushed towards the place where there were the most demon bears. Before anyone could reach them, I lifted one of my shields and knocked one away!
The soldiers around them were even more excessive. Some guys kept shouting and killing. Their voices were so high that it was like their throats were no longer their own, but cheap ones rented from a grocery store... Some guys
He even chopped the demon bear into extremely small pieces of meat, and even used his feet to stomp the meat into the soil...
We have almost cleaned up here again.
The armies of the other two empires are not as good as ours, and it is extremely difficult to deal with these magic bears. The armies of the two empires have already dispatched highly skilled officers to hold on with their own strength, and their troops have also appeared.
casualties.
Their accompanying magicians were really not that good. In the rush, the magicians from the Pota Empire released blinding spells on the demon bears that had already rushed over. The demon bears were blind and injured, how could they not go crazy?
Beat the officers around him until their teeth are all over the floor...
Some officers were lucky and were just knocked away by the demon bears running around. Some officers were in misfortune. They were caught in the hands of the demon bears and torn into pieces like scarecrows. No matter how thick the armor was, it was like a scarecrow.
It's nothing in front of the demon bears! The demon bears instinctively flattened the thick armor with their fat front paws, and then used their black nails to cut the armor into small strips. Blood droplets spattered. Just now
The flesh and blood that was still alive now turned into paste and flowed out from the breach...
Strips of metal can be remelted and turned into intact and beautiful armor, so... how can a body that is already mushy become alive and kicking?
Although the magicians of the Liva Empire were not very good, they had a good commander. Under the command of the female general, they released magic that bound and debilitated the magic bear.
Trapping the footsteps of the devil bear gradually reduces the power of the devil bear, allowing the high-speed maneuvering soldiers to kill the enemy while still having the opportunity and ability to survive under the claws of the devil bear.
Even so, the casualties were still "considerable."
A messenger flew to my side and said something to me nervously.
"Governor..." he said: "His Royal Highness Fichet wants me to tell you that the ferocity of the monsters has exceeded the temple's expectations... He wants you to support the armies of the other two empires when circumstances permit..."
I was startled, my fevered head cooled down a little, and I looked up at the altar... There, dozens of white-robed priests were in a mess, as if they were working hard to seal the crypt. But judging from the current progress,
This takes some time.
I made a gesture of inquiry to Grandpa Martin. Standing at a high place, he must have seen more comprehensively than I did.
"No problem, leave this to me." Grandpa Martin responded to me: "Get back before the magic expires!"
With the five hundred soldiers who had been re-empowered with a full set of magic, I first supported the army of the Pota Empire along the battle line. The vacancy left after we left was taken over by Haiert, and the command of the entire army was naturally transferred to Grandpa Martin.
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After replacing the exhausted Bota people, I realized that the situation here just now was much more tragic than what I had seen from a distance! The unique fishy smell of human blood was unusually strong in the air, and the floor was covered with strange-shaped steel products.
...It took two full rounds of killing on their front to bring them back from the melee.
The soldiers of Bota began to seize this time to rescue their commander who was still humming. They wiped their sweat, clenched the weapons in their hands, and formed a formation tenaciously again... What a group of good soldiers!
With a sound of "Bang!", I used the old method to knock away a blind demon bear, and at the same time, I also knocked away the idiot who was struggling to support himself.
"Who!" Paul Paule stood up: "Don't you have eyes?"
I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I knocked him away again with a "bang" and chopped the demon bear not far away from him to death with a knife.
"Cohen Keda! You bastard!" He fell into his own queue this time, and his tattered cloak turned over and covered his helmet: "You actually treat me like this!"
I didn't have time to pay attention to him, so I turned around and ran into the Bota army to find the magician.
"I am Cohen Keda!" I said loudly: "Who ordered the blinding magic just now?"
"It's me!" A magician looked at me and said: "I am the Bota noble, and my name is..."
I don't have time to listen to his ramblings. One knife will make him spray blood and shut up!
"If anyone uses magic like this again, this is an example!" I pointed at the idiot's body and yelled, "What do you think this is? This is a war! It's not a play! Fuck you!"
I know I did the right thing, because from the time I ran in, killed people, to the time I ran out to greet my soldiers and ran to support the Riva army, during this time, not a single Bota soldier wanted to stop me. As an officer... I was the only one.
No matter what these idiots think.
Seeing that we wasted a lot of time, Grandpa Martin ordered some elf magicians to fly in the air and follow us all the way to replenish magic.
It is relatively easy to help deal with the monsters in front of Riva's army. In my opinion, these monsters have become as weak as puppies.
When I arrived, I happened to see the female general pierce the demon bear's body with her sword, but was thrown off the horse by the injured demon bear. I originally had a chance to catch her, but I thought that after catching her, she might
Beat me, so... I just killed the demon bear for her.
She turned over and got up, and thrust her sword into the mouth of a demon bear, which made me fully understand that she was a "strong" general.
So the two of us fought side by side, and I screamed all the way and knocked the demon bears unconscious with my shield and black iron knife. Her one-handed sword quickly entered the ears and mouths of these demon bears again and again...
No matter how powerful the magic is, it must have its own strength and physique as the foundation. Under the impact of the swarming demon bears, I led the soldiers to run back and forth on the front lines of the two empires again and again... The soldiers have been replaced.
Once, the magicians were also exhausted, and the magic effect decreased.
It’s not that I have a bad temper, it’s just that the priests on the altar are so useless! It’s just a seal, does it take so long? If I hadn’t been running around with people, the armies of the two empires would have collapsed long ago
!
What these two imperial armies have to do now is to hold on until the moment we rush to support them.
Seeing that I was somewhat powerless, Grandpa Martin quickly reached an agreement with the other armies. The armies of the three countries began to slowly retreat, slowly narrowing the scope, and protecting the surroundings of the altar.
Leaving the support task in the hands of Haiert, I dragged my tired body to Grandpa Martin's side.
"Cohen." Grandpa Martin said to me with a serious face: "This is not right..."
"What?"
"There are too many magic bears." Grandpa Martin said: "And there is also a powerful magic beast that has not shown up..."
"Is there still...something else?" I became nervous: "What is it?"
"Scythe beast!" Grandpa Martin said: "Last time there were only two...but judging from the current number of devil bears, there can be no two sickle beasts this time!"
"How many magic bears were there last time?" I asked.
"Less than a hundred."
"But." My voice was low: "We have killed nearly a thousand of them!"
"Yes! This is what I'm worried about..." Grandpa Martin said: "No matter what the situation is, His Highness' safety must be guaranteed!"
"I think..." I whispered: "In an emergency, we will take Fichet and run."
"What about...the others? And the priests?"
"He's not mine." I muttered, "I'll let him die..."
"That's good!" Grandpa Martin is a man who can afford to let go: "If you can't support it, you go and grab Fichet, and I'll support you!"
"No, you go grab Fichet, and I'll do it." I shook my head and said, "Not only can I run faster than you, but I also really hate those idiots above!"
"Let's see and then talk..." Grandpa Martin did not discuss this matter with me any more: "I think it's time for Warcraft to give us the final blow!"
Geert, who succeeded me, is very motivated. This guy has wanted to be a majestic warrior since he was a child. However, he has never had the opportunity to fight in close combat in the army. Now, even if a real devil is placed in front of him, maybe he will
You can also swallow it whole without spitting out a bone.
At this time, no more monsters appeared in the crypt. Words began to flash on the outermost stone pillars, and strips of light appeared between the stone pillars with words, and they were connected together.
From a distance, the strips of light are dazzling, and the stone pillars standing in the strips are also extremely beautiful. But under this beauty, there are the crying souls of countless soldiers. (To be continued)