Before the Oriel checkpoint, all three hundred soldiers fell.

Although these soldiers are not weak in combat strength, and even in the face of several times the enemy, they can rely on formation to resist one or two, but they are absolutely unable to resist a strong man from the seventh step.

After bringing down the last soldier, Margaret raised the long sword in her hand and applied a layer of wind protection to the civilians in the team.

Lauren Frost can be said to be a general, the daughter of the Northern Wolf King, Margaret naturally understands the basis of Martha's guerrilla guerrilla tactics that gave the legion an increase in rank and made the enemies of the Northern Wolf Legion fearful.

Although she couldn't boost the entire army like Martha did, she could still accelerate the growth of a team, even if the team had a large number of people.

This is why Margaret is confident that she will take everyone through the Oriel checkpoint to the designated reception point within an hour and a half.

"Set off!"

Following Margaret's command, the team passed the Oriel checkpoint in an orderly manner.

…

On the other side, arrows rained down like rain, and the strength of each arrow was enough to make the shaft of the arrow nearly halfway into the ground.

With this kind of strength and such a dense rain of arrows, no matter who it is, it seems that there is nothing left but to be pierced into a shower.

But that's just [as if].

The standing Guanghui priest was holding a dead body that had been shot into a sieve in his hand. The smile on his face was full of provocation, "Oh my god, I was almost finished just now."

Stretching out his hand, he said with his thumb and index finger almost touching, "It's just a little short."

Then he threw the corpse in his hand, "Unfortunately, this guy is not hard enough to enjoy this [massage] with me."

The energy dragon scale looming outside the body is something that the archer cannot predict. The arrow mixed with pure gold and the archer's unique combat skills will also penetrate the mind and body of ordinary people.

But this time it is facing dragon scales, which are equivalent to those of young dragons. If you want to break through this level of dragon scales, you should not use arrows mixed with fine gold, but arrows made of fine gold.

Although the personal guards were full of anger, they were all calm enough to judge the situation calmly, respond calmly, and try their best to kill this [something who is not like a normal glorious priest at all] 】.

After the caster's mantra was recited, dense black tentacles grew directly on the ground under his feet, trying to wrap around Mo Cheng's feet and even his whole body. Mo Cheng could feel a gloomy cold current on the contact surface from the tentacles wrapped around his feet into the body.

It was as if a piece of ice was stuffed into the body, causing the blood to freeze, and the limbs became stiff and difficult to move.

Then, several orange rays of light instantly crossed the barrier of space and reached Mo Cheng's body.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The continuous explosions and the simple and direct destructive force pulled Mo Cheng and the surrounding area into the **** of flames and shocks. Countless sand, gravel and soil were blasted into the sky.

But the explosion is not over, it is far from over.

There were several icy blue rays of light again, freezing the smoke, soil, and Mo Cheng inside together, forming a huge lump of ice.

The ice layer continued to thicken, and at the same time, the internal pressure gradually increased due to unknown forces, crushing the frozen stones inside into powder.

It is believed that in a short time, blood will spurt out of the ice lump, and then be instantly frozen.

but no.

Things did not happen as the mage imagined, and a large number of cracks appeared in the ice cube in an instant, and they exploded at the same time.

Among the flying fragments, a figure shoots out of it, the speed is beyond imagination, no one can stop it, can resist it.

Even the caster could only watch helplessly as a fist grew bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

Finally, with a "poof", the caster's head fell to the ground like a ripe watermelon, red and white.

"A mage who is prepared may be very strong." The blood dripping from his fist may be his own or the mage's, but it doesn't matter.

"But the mage who encountered the battle is not strong enough." Taking a step, this step was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of the guards, "and..."

"...I am stronger!!"

A kind of fear that hasn't been seen for a long time haunts the guards, the fear of death, a kind of thing that should never come to them like [strong people].

And the glorious priest in front of him was the one who brought them fear and [death].

But no one would wait to die like this, let alone the personal guards who had always been strong, they would only die in battle.

The holy light covered the wooden stick again, and Mo Cheng already felt that his opponent was trying to fight to the death, but so what?

The ending that has been set will not be changed because of a desperate heart.

"Come, lead to death!"

Blood and death have become the only things that exist in this sandy land, and only one side can survive and walk out of this sandy land where lives are buried.

…

When Bennett's anger subsided and he realized that something was wrong and wanted to go back to find his bodyguard, it was too late.

A one-handed sword stopped Bennett who was trying to leave, it was Wendisa.

She no longer took Bennett around, the long sword in her hand was wrapped in a storm that tore steel, and the tip of the sword pointed at the butcher on the battlefield.

"What are you running for? I remember telling you to settle the previous account, right?"

The usual laughter has long since disappeared between the words, and there is a ferocious and savage ruthlessness between the brows, just like the Martha Mo Cheng had seen before.

Lauren Frost, the wolf family, even if Wendisa broke up with the family and ran out of the house, she still has the blood of the wolf in her body.

Cunning, cruel, and vindictive.

"The account of breaking nearly half of my ribs, let's settle it now."

The storm tore through the steel, and before the flail of counterattack arrived, the wolf-like figure had already retreated.

Without the help of the personal guards, in a one-on-one situation, Wen Disha has enough time to cut the battlefield butcher into eighteen pieces.

"Mouth, Wendisa, do you think you won?!"

The dissatisfied voice failed to make his armor stronger after all, the wind of dawn tore the steel again, and left a deep bone scar.

"Aha, what Mo Cheng said is very true." Wendisa continued to leave scars on Bennett, "It doesn't matter whether you win or not, just do your best. But I will give you a painful and Not a happy death, enough to make me happy for a long time!"

The Slaughter Flail specializes in physique and strength, and is a harvesting machine on the battlefield, but when facing Wendisha, he is not even qualified to touch the opponent one-on-one.

Wen Disha may not be able to kill Bennett with one blow, but it doesn't matter, she can kill the opponent with a single blow, and then scrape after the damage. As long as the opponent can recover faster, she will definitely be able to kill the opponent.

But when Wendisha approached Bennett again, Bennett held something like an anklet in his hand and shouted: "You should be the one who died! The gladiator shackles are activated!"

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