At dawn the next day, when the sun's rays rose from the east of the dividing line between the desert and the rainforest, the originally empty battlefield soon heard deafening shouts of killing again.
The roar of arrows and magic was mixed with frightening screams, and the sound of explosions and blades cutting off limbs echoed throughout the battlefield.
The scenes that originally symbolized death and tragedy have now made many professional warriors feel a little bored.
They have been fighting the demons in this hellish place for almost a month. They fight back and forth every day with just a few sets of standard moves, and the most critical problem is that they can't achieve any decent results in the end.
This kind of theatrical war has made many professional warriors numb to killing. Those dwarf warriors and dwarf blowtors who are no taller than their knees have now become the favorites of many professional legionnaires.
A monster you don’t want to see.
These ghosts can regenerate after being chopped to death. Even if they are shattered by the corpse explosion of necromancy, their huge number base makes this tactic unable to pose a serious threat to them.
But the most disgusting ones are the dwarf blowtors.
What these sinister and vicious little guys like to do most is to hide among a large group of dwarf warriors, and when you are not paying attention, they will suddenly take out a blowpipe and fire a poisonous blow dart at you.
The blowdarts fired by the dwarf blowtors are coated with poison that makes the victim itchy and unbearable. This poison will not only make you unable to control yourself on the battlefield, but even if it is dispersed in time, the poison will
The numb and itchy feeling all over your body will still leave some psychological shadow in your heart...
Fortunately, the ones in the front row on the battlefield are usually various summons summoned by professionals. Although occasionally some paladins and barbarians are attacked, but with their physiques, this poison makes them unable to survive.
It's very troubling, but far from fatal.
The two warring parties are an army of dwarves who are not afraid of death in large numbers, and an army of summoned objects that can replenish battle losses at any time and have the upper hand in terms of quality. This kind of war has no nutrition at all. It can be said that it is a real war.
It is not a frontline combat force at all, but a logistics force in the rear...
Just as all frontline professionals once again started a new round of meaningless battle with the dwarf clones of the Demon Legion, in the rainforest area on the edge of the battlefield, three legendary professionals quietly led more than a dozen high-level professionals.
Silently, he slipped into the rainforest area from a corner that no one noticed.
They jumped quickly among the branches of the jungle. Two legendary strongmen took the lead in identifying the direction, and one legendary strongman stayed at the back of the team to prevent the team from being followed.
The group of people were all covered in pure black linen cloaks, and they moved swiftly, silently, and very fast.
"How far is it?" one of the two legendary strongmen walking at the front asked softly.
"We'll be there soon... But Master Huoqi said that the other party will definitely arrange people to ambush us around, and please help us investigate." Another legendary strongman replied in a low voice, but the wording in his words seemed very respectful,
Obviously, the other legendary strongman next to him has quite a lot of background.
"I know." The legendary strongman who just asked the question nodded slightly and answered in very concise words.
Then, a ray of white light suddenly appeared from the position of his eyes under his hood, and the light swept gently through the woods in front of him like a scanner.
"I see, on the treetops in front of us to the left, there are twelve people, four legends, and eight high-level people, about two thousand meters away from us."
"I understand, everyone, leave!"
Another legendary strongman nodded quickly and shouted softly, and the high-level professionals following them immediately dispersed into the surrounding jungle.
"Ha...Hunter and prey?" The three legendary strongmen who stayed in the same place gathered together. The investigator with a cold tone suddenly sneered softly, turned his right hand, and a dark gold long bow appeared in front of her.
in hand.
Her hood slipped off her forehead, and a beautiful and cold face appeared in everyone's sight.
"I'll leave this to you, Lady Sarah." The other two legendary powerhouses looked at each other, nodded to the Storm Queen, and then disappeared in an instant.
"Come out! We are both Amazons. If I can find you, you will naturally be able to find me!"
Sarah pulled the string of the long bow, and a blue magic arrow instantly appeared on the string.
She pointed her long bow at a big tree not far ahead, and spoke cold words slowly from her mouth.
"Ha! Storm Queen?!" A voice full of contempt came from behind the trunk of the big tree, and from the shadow of the trunk slowly emerged an Amazon wearing brown leather armor with strange tattoos on his face that looked like blasphemy.
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This woman's clothes are very "cool" and her hairstyle is also quite trendy "kelp hair".
However, if you are a scholar familiar with the history of the Amazons, when you see an Amazon with such a head of hair, you will know that this is not a "fashionable hairstyle", but a symbol of traitor among the Amazons.
The Amazons worship the Storm Goddess, and the image of the Storm Goddess is a female mermaid with long flowing hair that scatters like a storm.
Among the Amazon people, in the oldest era, there was a "cutting ceremony", that is, women would cut off half of their breasts and donate them to the Storm Goddess as a gift in exchange for the powerful power bestowed by the Storm Goddess.
Later, as the inauguration ceremony of professionals gradually spread, circumcision was gradually abolished.
But in addition to the circumcision ceremony, there is another ritual among the Amazon people that has not been abolished to this day, and that is the "cutting ceremony" specifically used to identify traitors.
The orthodox Amazons refer to those women who were born and raised on the Haworth Islands, received the Amazon inauguration ceremony and then received training.
The biggest difference between these women and other professionals in the outside world who have accepted the inauguration ceremony to become Amazons is that they can still receive the technical teachings that were passed down to distant ancient times when professionals had not yet formed a system, and the same skills that have been passed down since then.
Belief in the Storm Goddess.
This kind of rigorous and systematic teaching has a great influence on Amazons, a profession that uses bows, arrows and javelins as weapons. It can be said that the Haworth Islands are exactly the holy land that all Amazons dream of.
Between two Amazons of the same level and the same equipment, the one who has been trained by the Ancient Amazon is fully capable of hoisting and hammering the one who has not been trained by the Ancient Amazon.
However, ancient Amazon training is rarely open to outsiders except for the orthodox members of the Amazon family, so receiving training on the Haworth Islands has completely become the dream of all Amazons.
And all Amazons born on the Haworth Islands must believe in the Storm Goddess, otherwise you will not be able to receive training and education from the Amazons.
More serious acts of blasphemy will be considered traitors, and Amazons who have committed such acts (such as cursing the Storm Goddess or defiling the goddess's emblem, etc.) will be expelled from the Haworth Islands after performing a "shredding ceremony."
They are no longer considered legitimate members of the Amazon race, nor are they allowed to return to their homeland on the Haworth Islands.
Violation of this prohibition will result in the pursuit and expulsion of the Storm Valkyrie Guards.
The person standing in front of Sarah now is a guy who has received the "shaving ceremony". The shaving ceremony is not just about shaving your head. The ancient secret recipe used by the Amazons will make half of your head shave after the ceremony.
Hair will never grow.
This is one of the few physical injuries that even the physique of professionals cannot overcome, which means that once you are subjected to the silk cutting ceremony, anyone can recognize you as an Amazon traitor from your appearance.
"Rebel! You betrayed the Storm Goddess! Now you've betrayed humans! I really can't believe that those demon gods and demon kings can trust people like you!
Tell me, how long is it before you betray them?!"
Sarah held up the dark gold longbow and shouted in a cold tone. The strong sarcasm in her words made his opponent grit his teeth.
"The lackey of the Storm Goddess! Remember my name! My name is Xion! You will die by my spear today!"
Amazon Sheen, the Evil Contractor, fished her right hand out of the air, and a pitch-black ghost spear that also shone with dark golden light appeared in her hand.
