Xiaobai's plan to induce the Black Balrogs was successful. The human warriors lured them into the camp, and relied on the several times difference in numbers to fight to the death.
By now, I no longer have any worries, just do it.
The heavy axes also joined the battle, wielding their axes to kill in all directions, making people realize their power again.
This was an extremely brutal battle, with rivers of blood flowing. In the end, the Black Flame Demon failed to win and was drowned by the vast sea of people.
Sacra and other clan kings came to the battlefield in person and unleashed a terrifying fighting force. However, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. Heroes could not withstand large numbers of people. They faced an endless sea of people and killed batch after batch.
There are fewer and fewer clan members around him, and even the clan king cannot save his life in such a battle. Sacra is like a madman, attacking crazily, but it is difficult to restore the decline.
The black flames gradually extinguished, and the Sacra king was pierced by six thick spears and locked in place. He did not struggle anymore and looked around. There were corpses and blood everywhere.
Human beings and black flame demons were spread on the ground, and the humans surrounding him had fear and exhaustion on their faces.
Ah, tired.
The king of the Sacra clan looked up blankly at the sky. Thick smoke drifted over the sky, making the blue sky no longer look so blue.
Am I wrong?
My people, am I really wrong?
Sacra's heart was at a loss. He wanted to lead his people to find a way to prevent the Black Flame Demon from being exterminated. For this dream, he gathered hundreds of thousands of troops, but he did not expect to be blocked in Doro.
city.
Not only did the plan fail, but the lives of all the clan members were also involved. So many good men died in Doluo City.
And it's all because of the decisions he made.
Why, why do we live so hard?
Sacra's heart was full of confusion, and he couldn't understand the meaning of his birth.
He was born among the Black Flame Demons, and after experiencing countless cruelties, he understood the way of nature. He thought that he understood the law of the jungle, but the Black Flame Demons were so powerful, why did they fail in the end?
Could it be that everything he did was meaningless? The death of so many men would accelerate the decline of the Black Flame Demon.
So...what is the meaning of my life?
The human warriors surrounding Sacra were nervous at first, but gradually became excited. They found that the largest leader of the Black Flame Demons stopped struggling, and just looked at the sky stupidly.
Human beings looked at each other, and the excitement in their eyes gradually turned into vigilance. Everyone thought of one thing in their hearts, this is an honor!
If anyone can kill the Sacra clan king with his own hands, what kind of glory that will be, it makes people tremble all over just thinking about it.
Who is Sacra? He is the leader of the Black Balrogs this time and the initiator of the natural disaster. If such a monster dies in his own hands, he will be bragging about it for the rest of his life.
No soldier is willing to give up such an opportunity. They are wary of each other, for fear that someone will snatch the biggest fruit.
"Mine! He is mine!" A warrior laughed and rushed towards the Sacra king.
He was like a fuse, completely detonating the soldiers surrounding Sacra. They fought fiercely. Even if they were comrades fighting together just now, they did not hesitate to raise their butcher knives and chop at each other.
The cry to kill rang out again, but this time it was no longer to defend Doro City, but to grab the fruits of victory.
Sacra looked blankly at the humans who were killing each other. He didn't understand why they were killing each other. Aren't they just members of the tribe?
Then he showed a sarcastic smile. He was laughing at himself. He actually lost to such a race. In the mouth of humans, they are natural disasters and existences that can destroy humans. But look at it now, ha, compared to humans,
The Black Flame Demons are even more ruthless. Not only are they xenophobic, they won't even let their own people go!
For those flashy and unnecessary things, they will wield the butcher knife against their own people.
For a while, no one could take off Sacra's head. Every human who came close to Sacra would be attacked by other people, but no one could get close.
News that the soldiers were in chaos was sent to the command room, leaving everyone in the command room shocked.
This was already a victory, but there was a large-scale internal fighting over the spoils?!
What to do, what to do?
Jikel was heartbroken, but what could he do? At this time, the soldiers below were already going crazy. They were not even willing to listen to what the commander said, and they could not stop such a melee at all.
Those red-eyed soldiers didn't realize how much damage this war had caused and how lucky they were to survive. Everyone just wanted to take Sacra's head as their trophy.
Less than 20,000 people!
That's right, the number of people who survived the Duolo City defense battle was less than 20,000!
In this war, the human side has invested nearly 800,000 troops, but now, after winning the victory, there are less than 20,000 surviving soldiers.
But these 20,000 people are now trapped in internal fighting.
Xiaobai hid in a corner and watched quietly. He had received the message from the main body. The fleet was ready. Today, the advance team soldiers were about to arrive on the desert continent, and the real war was about to begin.
Now, haha, he doesn't want to care about it at all, he just wants it to be a little more chaotic, the more chaotic the better, anyway, those who die now are definitely not his men.
The death warriors did not join the melee. The surviving death warriors ran away when the melee started. They were warlike, but they didn't like fighting for such a fight for fame and fortune. They were simply stupid.
After a scuffle, Sacra died, his head chopped off by a little-known warrior.
When the little warrior raised Sacra's head high, it meant that everything had settled and the war caused by the Black Flame Demon was finally over!
Although the Wall of Hope is severely damaged, it still stands tall in the desert.
Doro City was also affected in the final battle. Many Black Flame Demons killed many people in the city, leaving Doro City in ruins, but it was not destroyed.
Humanity has ushered in what can be called the greatest victory in the history of the desert. They defeated natural disasters and broke the myth of the Black Flame Demon!
In the days to come, everything seems to be returning to calm, the soldiers will evacuate Doro City, and Doro City will also begin reconstruction work, striving to return to its former peak state as soon as possible.
Of course, this is just a good hope. They don't know that on the other side of the sea, the warriors of Samsara Continent are ready and they are coming.