Conan took out another sub-artifact saber from his storage ring, and then the two sabers seemed to have a very magical mechanism and were directly combined together in his hands.
The two sabers were combined to form a double-ended sword.
Conan held the middle part, and with the knife hand, he continued to spiral the double-ended knife.
An extremely terrifying strong wind blew violently.
This time, there was not only a wind blade, but also a very sharp knife light.
These sword beams, like a hurricane, combined together and blasted directly towards the sword curtain that was flashing with light!
There was a gleam in Mond's eyes.
The flickering sword curtain collided with the wind blade tornado.
Suddenly there was a very loud explosion.
An extremely terrifying gust of wind immediately spread out.
The surrounding ground was cut into countless deep pits and gullies of varying sizes by the extremely fine sword beams and wind blade beams.
Conan's cultivation level of the fourth intermediate rank showed extremely powerful power at this moment.
He quickly recovered his breath, flipped his hand and swung the double-headed sword in his hand.
A violent gust of wind, carrying with it a great number of sword beams, rushed over madly!
Mond yelled, "Break it for me!"
The Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand directly unleashed its ability to cut in all directions.
The terrifying sword light suddenly shot out in all directions.
In an instant, all the sword beams in front of him were shattered.
Dangdangdang—
Countless crimson blade beams and sword beams collided with each other, blocking the terrifying energy ripples.
Instantly, a deep hole was blasted on the ground.
At this time, all 3,500 warriors under Mond's command rushed into the camp and fought with the werewolf warriors and the wild people warriors from the Star Sea Slave Camp.
Behind Conan, three thousand extremely elite werewolf warriors also showed up.
The number of people on both sides was in a very different ratio.
On Mond's side, there were only 3,500 warriors of various races.
The guards of the Star Sea Slave Camp opposite included 6,000 gnoll warriors and 5,000 barbarian warriors.
The ratio of three to one made the battle situation unfavorable.
Moreover, all the warriors under Mond's command entered the camp.
Many torches were lit throughout the slave camp.
Illuminating every place in every detail.
At the same time, outside the camp, three thousand barbarian warriors appeared on the trail behind Mond and others, led by a werewolf leader.
The number of enemies now has reached 6,000 gnoll warriors and 8,000 wild people warriors.
A huge force of 14,000 men, more than four times the number of soldiers under Mond's command.
At this time, the expressions of all the soldiers gradually changed.
After Mond and Conan met and fought, they gradually separated, being wary of each other.
Conan has enough troops and is not in a hurry. He plans to slowly wear down Mond to death to prevent this man, who poses a great threat to him, from becoming desperate and causing any accidents.
And Mond retreated back to his soldiers.
He could see that the soldiers under his command were already beginning to feel a little scared when facing an enemy that was four times their size.
He had to do something to win this battle.
Otherwise, soldiers who have lost their morale are no different from lambs to be slaughtered.
Norman also came to Mond's side.
He looked at the werewolf warriors and the wild people warriors who surrounded him, and his expression was very nervous.
The old magician looked at Mond beside him and asked softly, "My lord, what should we do now?"
Mond chuckled and looked at the ambushers around him. There was a very sharp light flashing in his eyes.
At this time, Conan looked at Mond who was surrounded by enemies and shouted, "Mond, you have no way to escape!"
"You are surrounded by my 14,000-strong army. Even if you have wings, you can't fly away from here today!"
"You are quite capable to have caused such heavy casualties to our Blood Sabre Merchant Group!"
"Our leader is very impressed with your talents. As long as you surrender, our group will forgive you for what happened and give you an oasis, making you the first leader of the alien branch of our Blood Knife Group!"
"What do you think?"
At this time, all the slaves in the slave camp were alarmed by the battle in the dark.
Eight thousand slaves of various races stood in cages, looking out at the brightly lit camp.
Keep watching the battle scenes of Mondstadt and Conan’s army.
There seemed to be longing in each of their eyes, but it soon faded away.
Impossible!
These people have too few troops!
There is no way that more than 3,000 people can win against an army of 14,000!
All the slaves heard Conan's words.
Of course, they also saw the marks of slavery on the warriors under Mond's command.
Apparently, these were slave warriors.
Looking at the gleam in the eyes of these slave warriors as they looked at Mond, these slaves felt inexplicably envious.
Their eyes were filled with loyalty to this burly man. They were so envious!
After hearing what Conan said, Mond sat on the blood-eyed black tiger and laughed loudly, saying, "Do you really mean what you said?"
"What about my men?"
In Mond's opinion, there was nothing special about becoming the leader of the Blood Knife Merchant Corps' local branch.
As long as I have these subordinates, I will be able to develop quickly.
It would be a good idea to take it step by step when the time comes.
All of Mond's men were cheered up when they heard Mond's words.
Only a leader who considers his subordinates is an excellent leader.
Conan's eyes also lit up, and he felt that there might be a chance to recruit him.
He glanced at the soldiers of various races around Mond and said with a big laugh: "Mond, there's no need to keep these lackey soldiers!"
"Everyone will become a slave!"
"At that time, the merchant group will reassign a group of more powerful subordinates to teach you how to command, and will also give you greater power!"
"I wonder what you think?"
Mond smiled scornfully.
Sure enough, there is no such good thing.
He demoted all his subordinates to slaves.
If I don't have any confidants, no matter how strong I am, I won't be able to make any waves.
Mond said coldly: "Fuck you, I, Mond, was also born a slave!"
"Without these brothers, I wouldn't be where I am today!"
"You might as well kill me, Mond, than let my brothers be slaves again!"
All the soldiers around were shocked when they heard these words.
Their eyes quickly became firm.
The fighting spirit is boiling, and it already contains the determination to fight to the death.
Conan clearly felt the change in the fighting spirit of Mond's soldiers, and he was furious.