The eyes of the dark race were full of fierce light, and some fighters who were close just now heard clearly that Qianye's original force had basically been exhausted. And fighters without force are not much better than ordinary people no matter what level they are.
Qianye seemed to be completely unaware of his dangerous situation. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you going to have one?"
A spider demon and two blood races roared, and rushed towards Qianye first.
A ring of sword light suddenly appeared, sweeping across the bodies of the three fighters. Their bodies were still rushing forward, and they separated up and down after three or four steps.
"Let's go together!" Someone shouted, and everyone rushed forward.
In the center of the battlefield, Qianye holds the sword in both hands, Dongyue's sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and every time he swings, a phantom will be drawn. Regardless of whether the warriors of the vampires, nerubians or werewolves, as long as they are swept by the sword, blood will immediately burst out.
Qianye tossing and turning is a few basic sword moves extracted from the Book of Black. However, every time the sword is swung, it will bring a bloody wind, with broken limbs flying everywhere. The dark warrior was chopped down in pieces, and occasionally an attack landed on him, but a full blow would often only leave shallow wounds.
After some fierce killings, the dark warriors were finally terrified and retreated one after another.
Around Qianye, dozens of corpses had already fallen, and some who had lost the ability to move were moaning and panting. Qianye took down the cigarette he had been dangling from his mouth, looked at it, and threw it on the ground casually.
There was already a river of blood under his feet, and the cigarette butt fell into the bloody water and went out with a hiss.
Qianye suddenly pulled out the phantom vine Shushahua, and shot it into the distance. A craftsman tried to sneak away, but was knocked down by a single shot.
Qianye pointed at the gathered craftsmen with the magic vine Shushahua, and said, "No craftsman is allowed to leave. Whoever dares to escape, the one just now is a role model."
Someone in the crowd shouted: "Separate and run!" Some craftsmen were so excited that they ran away. Qianye only had a short gun, how many shots could he shoot, and how many people could he stop? However, as soon as they ran a few steps, several balls of flames exploded at the feet of the frontmost crowd, and the pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air. That's a gunpowder grenade!
The craftsmen froze suddenly, and some people who were far away from the explosion point were still unwilling to give up, but as soon as they took a step, a few grenades exploded in front of them with incomparable accuracy, as if they had eyes. The craftsmen then slowly stopped and turned around.
Qianye was looking at them with a half-smile, a grenade was thrown up and down in his right hand, and a heavy cloth bag appeared in his left hand at some point, judging by the protruding shape, the bag was full of grenades.
The faces of the craftsmen were all gloomy. Some of them were not low-level, and there were even masters with titles of seven or eight ranks. However, this group of noble craftsmen spent most of their time dealing with the original force array, and their combat experience was extremely scarce. Even if they improve their personal strength, it is to be able to set up a higher level magic circle.
Even if Qianye's hand is full of gunpowder grenades, he might not be killed by one hit, but serious injuries will be unavoidable. In this case, running away separately is a joke, and no one wants to be cannon fodder that consumes Qianye's firepower.
A few artisans pinned their hopes on the earl's army, looked around, only to find that the surviving dark warriors had escaped completely while Qianye intercepted the artisans.
When Qianye threw a force grenade not far away from them, a violent surge of force made the nearest craftsmen unable to stand still, all the craftsmen obediently retreated to the edge of the magic circle, not daring to Make a little move.
At this time, on the other side of the mountain, Zhao Yuying swung her sword and cut off the head of the Nerubian Viscount, and said with a sneer, "Comparing the speed with my old lady, I really want to die."
She suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Qianye!"
Zhao Yuying was addicted to killing, and then remembered to throw Qianye, who had exhausted her original force, into the mine, and there were at least nearly a hundred dark race fighters there.
She didn't even bother to clean up the loot, and ran to the mine with all her strength.
A while later, Zhao Yuying hurried back to the mine, and when she saw Qianye, she was stunned.
Tables and chairs were placed in the center of the mine at some point, Qianye was sitting at the table, Dongyue was at hand, and was drinking tea leisurely. The two blood races stood aside as if they were reporting something, their expressions were very respectful. Dozens of craftsmen are also busy in the central force circle, dismantling the newly installed components one by one, and putting them away in different categories.
Looking at it this way, it seems that Qianye is the owner of this mine.
Zhao Yuying strode up to Qianye and asked, "What's going on?"
Qianye spread his hands and said, "That's what you saw."
"Where are the fighters of the dark race?"
"Do you still remember that there are a group of dark race fighters here?"
Zhao Yuying felt guilty all of a sudden, her voice softened a lot, and she said, "Well, old lady... I was just careless. Look, you're fine now..."
Qianye shrugged and said, "If you continue like this, you will kill me sooner or later!"
Zhao Yuying knew that she had passed a test, she immediately smiled, and put her paw on Qianye's shoulder, "Why, there are many benefits to hanging out with your old sister!"
After hearing this, Qianye only felt that the future was worrying.
At this moment, a dull roar was suddenly heard, followed by continuous explosions. Thick black smoke and open flames emanated from a mine with a steel gate in the east, and the originally closed door collapsed. A large number of miners and slaves emerged from it, most of them were humans, but there were also many dark races.
It should be the slave miners who were working in the depths of the mine, mixed with some management personnel, and for some reason they just exploded the spare exit and rushed out at this time.
A dark crowd came, most of them were in tattered clothes, with pale faces, waving mining picks and shovels in their hands, and they couldn't even see a decent melee weapon. There were a few werewolves inside, and they were completely naked. The guy was swinging around under his crotch, and after taking a few steps, he simply ran on all fours.
At this moment, it is too early for the craftsmen to dismantle the entire force circle. Moreover, the instruments and various media that make up the circle are extremely delicate, and they may be damaged even if they are stepped on. If this force circle was trampled by hundreds of miners and slaves, it would be completely destroyed.
Looking at the direction of the crowd, Qianye couldn't help but frown. They didn't flee, but rushed towards the center of the square. It was obvious that someone was instigating behind the scenes. Of course, these people without much force could not pose a threat to Qianye and Zhao Yuying, who defeated Earl Stuka, but they could create chaos, take the opportunity to destroy this force circle, and let the craftsmen flee Opportunity.
Qianye glanced at the craftsmen who were busy on the magic circle, and sure enough some of them stopped and looked into the distance. He said coldly: "Continue to work."
Qianye didn't repeat the threatening words, but the craftsmen all heard the fierce killing intent, shivered, and lowered their heads to continue dismantling the magic circle. They had no doubt that next time the grenade in Qianye's palm would fall directly on their heads instead of at their feet.
The crowd on the opposite side was approaching rapidly, and someone among them shouted: "Rush up, whoever kills that pair of dogs and men will be set free by the Earl!"
The eyes of many slaves turned red all of a sudden, roaring like beasts, waving the tools that were used as murder weapons, and pounced on them.
The instigator's intentions couldn't be clearer. Most of the miners' slaves were human races. He just wanted to see if Qianye and Zhao Yuying could handle so many of their own race.
Qianye threw several gunpowder grenades, drew a line of fire in front of the crowd, and shouted sharply: "Stand back! One more step forward, you will die!"
Under the influence of the original force, his voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the square. However, those slaves didn't stop at all, they rushed forward, and the people in front were almost pushed forward by the people behind, turning a deaf ear to Qianye's warning.
Qianye's face was cold. Looking around, he saw that there were many dark races mixed in the crowd. It was impossible to tell who was the slave who was convicted and sent to the mine, and who was the black hand hidden behind.
The flow of people was turbulent, and they approached the force circle in the blink of an eye.
Qianye hesitated for a moment. He had no shortage of force grenades on him. As long as there were a few of them, these miners would be blown away by nearly a hundred people at a time in such a dense formation.
At this moment, Zhao Yuying's furious and murderous voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Playing this with my old lady?!"
Immediately afterwards, more than ten original grenades lined up in a horizontal line and flew towards the oncoming crowd.
"I have killed more people than you have ever seen before!" Zhao Yuying spit out the last half of her bold words.
Slaves, no matter humans or dark races, no matter how crazy they are, they still know grenades. Immediately, the crowd became chaotic, those in front desperately wanted to retreat, but those behind couldn't stop for a moment and were still pushing forward.
The grenade exploded almost at the same time, and the dazzling light of the original force pulled out a low wall in front of Qianye, and the smell of blood was suddenly strong. Almost all the hundreds of slaves at the front fell down, and a death zone nearly 100 meters wide appeared in the crowd.
There were not many people who did not die on the spot. A few survivors struggled in a pool of blood. Their screams made the slaves who escaped from the catastrophe pale and panicked. No one dared to move forward. Zhao Yuying's ruthlessness finally shocked their madness and made them understand that this woman definitely has the courage to kill everyone.
Some slaves finally got scared, turned around and wanted to run away. At this time, there was a sharp whistle in the air, and several grenades flew over. But this time the grenade passed high over their heads and landed behind them. The dozens of people who escaped the fastest turned into corpses in an instant.
Neither advancing nor retreating, the slaves didn't know what to do for a while, and some timid people couldn't control the fear of death, fell to their knees with a plop, crying loudly for mercy.
Zhao Yuying threw the backpack on the ground, and from the opened mouth, she could see that it was indeed full of force grenades. Although a lot was used, there was still a small half of the bag left. She didn't seem to be satisfied with the firepower. Looking around, she found that there were two boxes of gunpowder grenades under the table where Qianye was sitting before. They were used by Qianye to scare the craftsmen.
She walked over with strides, and with a flick of her toes, two heavy boxes fell beside the big backpack. Zhao Yuying returned to her original position, bent down and grabbed two grenades, tossed them alternately in her hands, and looked at the opposite side with a sneer.
The slaves were in a commotion, and the craftsmen on the other side of the force circle were all buried in their work, and they didn't even look this way.
Zhao Yuying said coldly: "I will give you a way to survive. Who told you to rush here just now, point out that guy, and point out all the old spiders to me. Otherwise, this box There are so many things in it!"
Although most of the grenades in front of them were gunpowder grenades, the slaves were not masters of the original force. For them, the powerful gunpowder grenade and the original force grenade had the same effect, as long as they exploded, they would die.
The slaves began to look left and right, and a dozen or so dark races were immediately isolated from the crowd.