Mond looked sharply at the huge caravan in the distance.
He held the Soul-Slaying Demon Sword in his hand, and his eyes quickly became sharp.
Naturally, he listened to Norman's question.
He was also having a very intense ideological struggle in his heart.
There are more than 3,600 elite gnoll warriors on the opposite side.
On his side, there were only warriors of various races about two thousand meters away.
In the battle power comparison of various races, barbarians and werewolves are stronger than gnoll warriors.
But the Savage Warriors are definitely no match for the Jackals.
But among the Mond team, these wild people warriors are the largest in number.
Mond turned to the old magician and asked, "Old man, what is the minimum damage your magic can cause?"
"I want the most conservative number!"
Norman knew the current situation and it was not the time to say anything more.
He pondered for a moment and said, "Sir, they have set up a magic barrier!"
"The lethality of my magic will be greatly weakened!"
"But it can at least kill about three hundred gnoll warriors!"
Mond nodded.
The opponent's reduction of 300 soldiers is also a great help.
Mond kept weighing the options in his mind.
Finally, he made a decision.
The Soul-Slaying Demon Sword slashed down fiercely in his hand, as if expressing his resolute mood at the moment: "Go ahead!"
"We must fight this battle!"
"Only here can we defeat the Blood Knife Merchant Group!"
"Only then can we truly stand up in this entire blood-soaked land!"
Norman nodded solemnly.
The magical light in his hands and the elemental tides on his body finally burst out.
The surging magical aura, like a waterfall falling, fell on the heads of the Blood Knife Caravan under the guidance of Norman.
The scarlet magic cloud that covered most of the caravan's carriages finally revealed its most hideous side.
Boom—
Accompanied by loud explosions.
In the terrifying magic cloud, balls of red fire as big as rooms fell directly down.
As soon as these fireballs land on the caravan or on the ground, they will explode with loud noises and spread out very strong flames.
Boom—
Powerful, continuous explosion clouds erupted in front and behind the caravan.
Albert also hid behind a magic car barrier.
His hoarse voice spread throughout the caravan: "Everyone get out of harm's way!"
"If anyone dares to show his head, I will kill him with a knife..."
However, before Albert could finish.
He saw a lot of magic fireballs exploding.
Many of the werewolf warriors who had not had time to hide were turned into ashes in an instant, along with their bodies.
There was no chance to hear the second half of Albert's sentence.
Albert was an old werewolf with gray hair and beard, and the second half of the sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat.
I can't say it anymore.
And at this moment, the earth began to tremble slightly.
The experienced old Albert immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the vibration came from.
I saw a black shadow in the distance, rushing towards me quickly.
And behind those black shadows, there was a line of rapidly spreading, very dense sword light.
There was a sudden shock in Albert's mind.
His eyes were full of vigilance and extreme anger.
He shouted angrily: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"Fuck it, everyone, cheer up, where are your shields?"
"Put up all the shields!"
As Albert finished his words, Mond swung his right hand forward violently.
The direction was exactly Abbott's.
This is a tactical gesture that has always been emphasized during training.
Ahead, there is a rain of arrows!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Countless slightly sharp sounds of breaking wind suddenly shot towards Albert.
Albert, a steady and experienced werewolf warrior, shouted loudly when he saw the dense and covering rain of arrows.
"Fuck you, this is the rain of arrows from the Southern City of Order!"
"Are there officers and generals from the City of Order on the other side?"
Old Albert roared and raised his shield frantically.
Dududu-
The sound of sharp arrows hitting shields continued to be heard.
The powerful and dense force was so strong that even Albert took several steps back.
But this time, the rain of arrows covered too many areas.
Mond showed no mercy and directly launched the most intensive and largest rain of arrows.
More than two thousand sharp arrows directly covered the entire area of Albert.
Albert's face gradually began to change.
The extremely dense rain of arrows directly shattered the shields.
And within the entire area covered by the rain of arrows.
Albert was the only one left standing.
He roared: "You little bastards!"
"When I was fighting, you weren't even born yet!"
As he roared, he burst out with the third-grade advanced divine power, drew the saber from his waist, and began to swing it rapidly.
Constantly breaking up the rain of arrows.
While Albert was constantly fending off the rain of arrows, Mond had already aimed at him and rushed towards him.
The rain of arrows stopped.
Albert just took a breath.
Suddenly, I found that there was a huge shadow covering my eyes.
Moreover, there was an extremely cold and murderous intent that was constantly locking onto him.
These murderous intentions are like polar ice, extremely cold and able to freeze people's hearts.
The old werewolf only felt that in his long career of fighting and slaughtering, he had never encountered anything more cold and surging with murderous intent than this.
All the one hundred and eighty thousand hairs on his body stood up.
Albert knew that he was about to face a life-and-death crisis.
All of his third-grade advanced divine power burst out.
A powerful sword light burst out from the saber in Albert's hand.
An incomparably powerful aura kept boiling up from his divine body.
A red glow of divine power appeared.
Albert masters the law of fire.
The law of burning, boiling fire.
He looked closely and saw the attacking figure.
He was a very burly man, and sitting on him was a black tiger with a jet-black body and blood-red eyes.
This black tiger surprised Albert.
The blood-eyed black tiger is a very rare mount.
Not only are they unruly, but in many cases, they would rather die than surrender.
But now it seems that after sitting next to this burly man, she is as docile and obedient as the most docile sheep.
It is conceivable how powerful this burly man, the master, is.
Albert gritted his teeth and burst out with all his strength.