Boom boom boom boom!
A series of violent energy bombarded the ground, blasting the earth out of huge cobweb-like cracks.
Some powerful energy blades tear the ground like a giant blade, leaving scars one after another on the ground.
Although these scars will eventually disappear and heal as if the earth heals itself in the course of the years, at least at this moment, the trauma is huge and the attack is terrifying.
Looking around, monsters and beasts were raging everywhere, biting violently at everything that could be imported.
In front of them, is a huge black castle standing on the top of the mountain.
A large number of tyrannical warriors gathered on the top of the mountain, stubbornly resisting the invasion of monsters.
Unlike the mob soldiers that the Tianwei Army has seen in the past, the mob soldiers in this castle are obviously more elite and tougher. They were wearing a complete set of armor, and instead of throwing hand axes, they were holding large bows made of iron birch. The arrow tips made of metal were smeared with poison.
The priests of the temple kept walking around the city, singing peculiar rhythms, but with magical effects, wherever they went, the morale of the soldiers rose and their strength increased.
There are some special mobsters wearing black and red costumes wandering around the city. The black mobsters armed with machetes quickly and neatly beheaded every monster that climbed the wall, while the red mobsters continuously bombarded with thunderous flames. , Forming a huge elemental energy swept out.
The black mobs are the souls lost, and the red mobs are the guardians. They are all rare mob professionals trained in the temple.
However, when the lost souls specially used to deal with the spirit race are in battle, it also means the decline of the violence of the riot race and the difficulty of supporting it.
A bone inquirer threw the bone in his hand into the sky a few times, and after the bone fell, he almost leaned on it to study the mystery of the bones.
Then he suddenly cried out: "An enemy is coming from behind!"
A mob leader blew the horn in his hand immediately, and groups of mobs swarmed to the rear amid the humming sound.
At the same time, in the sky behind the castle, a large number of venom dragons suddenly appeared, whizzing down and spitting out large swaths of green venom towards the castle. As the castle defensive cover had been destroyed, the venom fell into the city without hindrance.
These venoms fell on the mob soldiers and quickly festered their bodies, causing a wailing sound.
Although the priest felt that the healing mist was released in the next moment, the horrible damage of the venom flying dragon group caused a large number of mob warriors to die quickly.
"Launch the thunder crossbow!" In the violent roar, a series of thick crossbows flashing with thunder and fire light shot into the sky.
Under the counterattack of this terrorist crossbow, the venom dragon group also suffered huge damage. They screamed and fell from the sky, and a rain of blood began to fall in the sky.
The Venom Wyvern did not flinch and confronted the mob. The Wyvern fell one by one, and the ballista was destroyed under the attack of the Venom Wyvern.
After several rounds of bombardment, there were not many flying dragons left in the sky.
"Temples attack!"
One by one, huge figures soared into the sky, and their bodies were shining with totems and the brilliance of source energy, and they turned out to be all temple warriors.
The attack of these fierce and fierce temple warriors was like the last straw that overwhelmed the team of Venom Dragons, and the Venom Dragons were smashed and killed quickly.
Despite this, the mobs' faces are not even a little bit bright. They know very well that the battle is far from over.
The war drums rumbled in the distance, the flags waved, and the huge scarlet streamers surged out of terrorist killings.
The herd is still surging crazily one after another, and it seems that they will not give up unless they take the castle.
"Are they crazy?" a young mob general murmured.
"They are indeed going crazy." The old commanding voice sounded leisurely.
The owner of the voice is a stalwart and tall mob. He rarely has a long white beard and gray hair, but he is an old mob.
Few mobs are dead. They have always been wild and violent. Once they get old and their power declines to a certain extent, they will be organized and charged against selected enemies. Or orcs, or humans, or spirits. Use the lives of the elderly to fight for more resources and reduce consumption. This is the way of survival of the mob.
However, the mob in front of him was an authentic old man.
He is three hundred and eighty years old, and he is a longevity even among the mob.
But it is such an old man who has already entered a period of weakness, but he has always firmly controlled the power, making countless tyrannical warriors willing to die.
Because he is Thacker Flame, the uncle of His Majesty Anubi Flame, and because he is one of the three war gods of the Flame Tribe, and because even if he is old, he has never been weak.
He is a pinnacle totem warrior and a six-time temple baptist.
Its strength is equivalent to that of the emperor of the human race, even the demon emperor can fight.
At the same time, he is also a rare wise man in the mob.
Just like Danba, but more experienced than him.
Thacker has experienced countless struggles in his life, ranging from court struggles to small single-player duels, and all kinds of conspiracies, tricks, assaults, and duels. He had three experiences of surviving near death, and he also had the experience of resurrecting the Jedi and failing without being discouraged. His life experience was rich and can be written, and he was also known as the shield of flames and the wall of iron and blood.
The mob believes that as long as he is there, the royal status of the Flame Tribe will never collapse.
However, this god of war, in front of the beast tide, showed a deep worry.
Because he is facing the Demon Emperor!
No matter the wisdom and strength are not bad, the most terrifying existence among the monster beasts.
Faced with such an opponent, God of War was also shocked.
"This approach is meaningless, Scarlet Heart is consuming his men. His expansion is too big, and the battle line is too long, which is equivalent to provoking multiple tribes at the same time. If this fights, he will sooner or later lose." The commander of the clan said that his words were rare and organized.
Unlike Danba, the old God of War has been arrogant for many years. Not only is he shrewd and capable, he also has a group of capable men in his hands. Among them, there are many savvy people, even if they are not geniuses, at least their intelligence is close to normal.
And the general's analysis is also in place.
The strength of the orcs is approaching the end of the crossbow. Although the aggressive attack that ignores the casualties makes them very happy to attack the city, it also leads to a large increase in damage.
"But before he runs out of military power, the southward fort may not be able to hold it." Another mob general said with grief.
Nanjin Fort is the fortress at their feet.
Once the mob had made an oath here after defeating the northern borders, saying that in the future they would go south and return to the land of fertility.
Since then, it has been named Nanjin Fort.
Nanjin Fort is the most important town between the north and the south of the mob. It is not only an important town for the northern kings to defend against the beast tide, but also a military town for defending against the rebellion of the southern tribes.
But now, it is facing a crisis of falling.
"Yes, I can't keep it." The old God of War murmured, and the hearts of all the mobsters simultaneously rose in inexplicable sadness.
The tide of beasts is like a sea, rushing in.
Perhaps their staying power is limited, but they are destined to win this fortress.
"His Royal Highness, withdraw!" A mob general finally said.
Although the mob never admit defeat, in the face of the immediate situation, they will not abandon the fort and leave, fearing that all the soldiers will die.
"Yes, I can only withdraw." Thacker sighed long, and then said: "Barto, you take everyone away."
"Me?" The general named Barto was visibly stunned: "What about you?"
"I want to stay and coexist and die with Nanjin Fort." Thacker said lightly.
These words pierced everyone's hearts like a sharp sword.
"Your Highness!" All the mob generals shouted together.
"His Royal Highness, don't be impulsive." Barto yelled and rushed over, hugging Thacker.
Thacker smiled, looking into the distance but still firm: "Let go, Barto, do you really think you can hold me?"
"..." Batonnena let go.
Thacker already said, "The southward fort can no longer be defended, and the soldiers who defended the city exhausted their strength. If you want them to evacuate, you need enough time. So I want to stay and buy time for everyone after the break. "
All the mobs hulala knelt down: "May be the queen!"
Thacker waved his hand impatiently: "You are the future of the mob. You are dead, who will the mob use in the future? Whom will the flame tribe rely on in the future? I am old, and the remaining life is not destined to be much. , Why waste it? Being able to fight to death on the battlefield is the greatest glory of my tyrannical race. As the god of flames and the guard of the southward fort, I have this obligation to die for the country. So you don't fight with me."
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
"Your Highness!"
The lower part is still screaming into one, rushing to become the army of the broken queen.
"Enough!" Thacker said in a deep voice: "Just rely on you, what qualifications do you have to stop the beast tide after the judgment? Is any one of you better than me?"
All the rioters were dumb at the same time.
"If you don't have one, just shut up and take everyone to leave as soon as possible. If you don't want my death to be meaningless, just run as fast as possible!"
Thacker said that he has rushed to the sky, toward the raging ocean tide in the distance.
"Your Highness!"
All the mobs cried out in sorrow at the same time.
The whining horn sounded, and the mob army retreated amidst the sound of the horn.
At the same time, a small group of troops did not retreat but moved up against the current. It was Sakor and his guards. This mob force of no more than three thousand opened the city gate and rushed directly out of the city.
As the Guards of the God of War, this was originally the most elite and powerful mob force. Every soldier was a high-level totem warrior, and there were as many as hundreds of people who had experienced the baptism of the temple. They usually enjoy the best treatment, receive the greatest courtesy, and face the most difficult and dangerous tasks in wartime.
In the previous battles, they have not been shocked, but now, they have taken on the task of covering many of their compatriots to leave.
Although no one will survive this mission, they have no regrets.
Because they are: Ares Guards!
Three thousand warriors are like three thousand sharp arrows shooting into the army, instantly setting off a bloody storm among the herd. Wherever you go, no matter what you are, they are all killed under the impact of these violent and wild mob warriors.
At the forefront of this team is Thacker Flame.
The old god of war is as majestic as a god descending to the earth, and there is no enemy everywhere.
A group of monster beasts whizzed and rushed, the old god of war waved the sword in his hand, and the flames of war started, so he saw a large number of monster beasts torn apart by this horrible sword intent, burning the sky, and all those who were among them were wiped out in ashes.
"Roar!" The old God of War let out a violent roar.
"Roar!" The three thousand ares guards shouted in unison.
Three lord-level monster beasts rushed in, but the old war god rushed forward completely fearlessly and fought with the three lord monster beasts.
The rays of force and fire rose into the sky, and the blazing sun was everywhere in the eyes, a light of destruction.
The warriors of the mob are brave, mighty, and unyielding.
But despite this, in the process of constant impact, their speed gradually slowed down.
The momentum of the impact gradually weakened, and the casualties suddenly increased.
After a tyrannical warrior split the body of 17 or eight beasts and monsters with a battle axe, he was finally attacked by a cunning saber-toothed wolf from behind. The sharp saber teeth broke through the protection of steel skin, He cut into two pieces.
A brave mob was smashing a pile of orc brains like a walnut, and he was also trampled on the spot by a huge monster beast into mud.
More tyrannical warriors were directly torn from their mounts by various strange monsters, and then countless sharp teeth and claws tore their bodies, throats, and directly swallowed their flesh and blood pieces, even the corpse. Can stay intact.
A famous mob warrior died in this way, but the mob was still charging, and the Guards of the God of War were still charging.
Follow their leader, Thacker Flame.
The raging flame ignited the entire sky, and Thacker Flame charged forward like a red god of flames burning all over.
He had already hacked to death and burned the three lords, but then there was another three lords, and even a demon king.
Thacker was still waving his knife, impacting in the flames of blood and flames, and marching in the tide of stars.
He didn't know how many knives he swung, how many steps he rushed, let alone how many opponents he killed, how many injuries he suffered, but the more he felt tired after the Vietnam War, and he no longer had any guards by his side. .
My subordinates are all dead.
There are too many opponents, one to one, they are not their own opponents. But when they don't hesitate to spend their lives in exchange for an injury on their body, even the pinnacle powerhouse can't completely avoid it.
The continuous combat made him feel exhausted, and the hands that carried the knife became heavier.
Among the monster beasts that died under his hand, there were already seventeen lords, and three of the monster kings.
They looked at him with fear in their eyes.
Do you also know that you are afraid
The old God of War sneered at the corner of his mouth.
Then he saw that in the Scarlet Floating Palace in the distance, a brilliance suddenly lit up.
The sharp brilliance slashed towards Thacker.
If it is normal, Thacker is confident enough to block the blow.
But now, after hard work, he couldn't stop him after all.
The blazing sword swung out the light of flame and collided with the blood glow, only flashing for a moment, the flame disappeared, and the blood glow fell on Thacker in the next moment.
So Thacker's body trembled suddenly, then froze.
After a while, it suddenly exploded with a bang.
In the flesh and blood dance, a round, bright and shining bead with strange star-point brilliance floated in the air, and fell in the eyes of countless monsters, revealing the color of greed.
A black palm appeared out of thin air, grabbing the star bead.
A long sigh came: "I finally made up for one-sixth of my loss."
It's the day.
South to the fort lost, the violent war god Thaker Blaze, died in his country.
(End of this chapter)