The wild cold wind blew across the earth, making the branches of the forest crackle.
The ugly and powerful old Xius looked out on horseback. The gloomy black forest was like a huddled patient, constantly screaming in pain. His messy hair and cloak were rolling together, and his breath was like the forest, which was dark and biting.
, and unbridled.
Behind the war horse was a large group of people, advancing along the winding forest road.
Just five days ago, the same team was advancing on this road, with strong soldiers and horses, and a fierce momentum. However, that team was hit by a sudden sneak attack and collapsed on the spot - the sky was drenched with fire oil, and the goblins in the team were
The miscellaneous soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
The old goblin who commanded that army could only retreat sadly.
This time, another team marched through it again. The team's strength did not decrease but increased, becoming more fierce.
Behind Old Xius are the direct descendants of his mortar village. These people are as wild and tall as him, and their armors are complete but their shirts are broken. Most of them have ruthless faces, their armors are stained with blood, and they are extremely silent as they move.
, and full of evil spirit.
These are the black warriors who have just gained strength from the blood sacrifice. Compared with the original black warriors under Mursi's chief priest, they are a little less calm, a little more ferocious, and their formation is more scattered, but their numbers are far greater.
The battle in the black forest is becoming more and more cruel day by day. Everyone is trying their best to become stronger, because no one knows what their next enemy will look like?
Old Xiu Si adheres to this concept and hopes that he can continue to become stronger. He can surrender to the goblins, slaughter his own kind, and make blood sacrifices to evil gods. All of this is to become stronger. At this moment, he feels that his momentum is high...
..
Darth Vader is just strong enough!
Zul Grayskin thought the same thing. The old goblin shaman was riding on the back of a warg, holding a skull staff in his hand, looking askance at the black warriors marching in front, his thoughts unclear.
More than seventy tall and heavily armored black warriors were advancing collectively, and the momentum created in the silence was heart-stopping. From a distance, they were like a torrent, pressing over unstoppably like a forest or a wall. No one could stop it.
Be willing to face such an enemy head on.
The old shaman could hear no other sounds in his ears, only the heavy footsteps and rough breathing of the black warriors. Everything else seemed to be drowned, and only the ground was shaking slightly.
In comparison, the bugbear troops at the back are also tall and mighty, but they are so sloppy that they have no momentum. Not to mention the goblin infantry who are always in a state of chaos. Perseverance, silence, patience, and unyielding, these words are completely insulated from the green monsters.
.
Humans are so terrible!
Fortunately, they always like to kill each other.
Standing on the wall of Violent Rat Village, Wilson thought the same thing - after half a day's march, the enemy appeared.
The leader was the black warriors from Benn Church. They were wearing heavy armor and holding heavy swords, and they came from the forest road calmly and firmly.
These guys who are good at killing and destroying have no fear of life and death. They only have blood and killing in their minds. As long as they appear on the battlefield, they will definitely cause tragic casualties. And they are all human beings.
Lord Hugo was full of confidence in victory. He made the pros and cons of the two sides very clear during the mobilization before the war. Wilson also felt that it made sense, but now that he really saw those black warriors who were making steady progress, he still had a question mark in his mind?
Can we really defeat these scary guys?
The Black Warriors were created by the evil god specifically to cause death and destruction. Wherever they walk, they will only leave dark red bloodstains, broken blades, mutilated limbs, and broken heads. How can ordinary people defeat these monsters?
This is hierarchical suppression. The Black Warrior is like a natural enemy, firmly restraining ordinary people like Wilson who just want to survive. The reason why Bane's plan can be carried out is because of these powerful and evil killers.
The Black Warriors have their own light of fear, and any enemy who looks at them must undergo the test of mental suppression. At this moment, Wilson's heartbeat was racing and he was dripping with cold sweat. He was holding his hands on the wall, but his chest was tight and he was dizzy. He was so frightened that he was at a loss what to do.
The emotion of fear is constantly contagious and has a wide impact.
Zhou Qingfeng also felt it. He led the team on the right outside the village, followed by more than 30 well-equipped adventurers, and behind them were more than 70 armed attendants who were ready to fight. Half of them were on horseback, and the rest were wearing razors.
Always ready to fight.
But when the black warriors led by Old Hughes appeared in sight, Zhou Qingfeng clearly felt the uneasiness of his men - the black warriors of Benn Church have been famous for a long time, and their powerful impression is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Just a few words of motivation and encouragement cannot change this inherent influence.
Zhou Qingfeng was riding on the back of 'Swift Shadow'. Looking around the battlefield, he could clearly feel that the morale of his own troops was being suppressed. In the previous sneak attack, he only saw a dozen black warriors, forcing Zhou Qingfeng to retreat. This time
The number of the opponent's black warriors increased dramatically.
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes!
The soldiers were breathing heavily, and the horses were constantly digging the ground. Even 'Swift Shadow' seemed very restless, and asked Zhou Qingfeng uneasily: "Master, where are the enemy's black warriors? Are they going to appear last?"
"Are you blind?" Zhou Qingfeng himself was suppressed by the enemy's momentum and felt unhappy. He said angrily: "Dozens of black warriors appeared in formation on the opposite side. Don't tell me that you didn't see it."
"On the other side?" "Swift Shadow" was surprised and asked even more restlessly: "You mean those guys wearing heavy armor and holding heavy swords? But they are not black warriors."
"I have already said that the current black warriors do not use super long guns, but use two-handed swords. They are still quite powerful." Zhou Qingfeng felt that the dense formation of the black warriors on the opposite side was a formidable enemy.
However, 'Shiying' shook his head and continued to deny: "No, no, no, those are definitely not the Black Warriors. Even if they don't have the Soul-Breaking Qiang of Darkness, what about their cursed armors? The Black Warriors back then had only one piece.
"
"Aren't the black warriors opposite wearing thick armor?"
"That's just ordinary iron armor. Cursed Armor is not a piece of junk that can be penetrated in one hit."
'Shiying' began to tell the story again, "Back then, I was driven by the devil. I hated the arrays that attacked the Black Warriors the most, and I hated the cursed armor that reflected damage even more. If you are not strong enough, not only will you not be able to kill them, they will also be killed if they stand still.
Kill you."
so smart?!
Uncle Zhou had questions on his mind. He didn't know whether he should be afraid of the genuine Dark Warriors or should be happy to meet the yān gē version of the Dark Warriors. "I feel that even if there is no dark gun or cursed armor, the gang of Black Warriors opposite
It’s pretty awesome.”
"No, no, no, Master. Those on the other side are definitely not the Black Warriors. Even without equipment, the real Black Warriors are very powerful.
bào The God of zhèng is also known as the 'King of Darkness'. Every black warrior will receive the blessing of darkness in the blood sacrifice and become immortal. It is really difficult to kill them, otherwise they will not be considered the most powerful heavyweights in mankind.
Infantry. Those on the other side are just trash."
Trash fish?
Uncle Zhou felt that he was being ridiculed.
If there are trash fish on the other side, who are we who are scared to death by the trash fish?
Are shrimps, soldiers and crabs generals?
"Maybe it's because the God of Bào zhèng was resurrected not long ago, but I think those guys on the opposite side are still very powerful."
"I have been trapped underground for decades, and Bane was killed again?"
"Yes, he was resurrected just last month."
"Bane has just been resurrected? No wonder there is a group of fish on the opposite side."
"Dead horse, what on earth do you want to say? Although you can despise them strategically, you still have to pay attention to your opponent tactically."
"Master, it's obvious that you are too weak. I can kill ten of these miscellaneous fish in one go at my best."
chì luǒnaked ridicule, so angry!
"what about now?"
"Now..., now I'm weak too, so let's all go together."