Mond's sharp eyes looked at the huge caravan in the distance.

He pressed the Soul Sorrow Demon Sword in his hand, and his eyes quickly became sharp.

He naturally 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 are only about two thousand meters of warriors of various ethnic groups.

In the comparison of combat power among various races, barbarians and werewolves are stronger than gnoll warriors.

But the desert warriors are definitely not the opponents of the gnolls.

But in the Mond team, these desert warriors are the most numerous.

Mond turned his head and asked the old magician: "Old man, how much damage can your magic cause at least!"

"I want a most conservative number!"

Norman knew the current situation, and it was not time to say more.

He pondered for a while and said, "Sir, they have set up a magic barrier!"

"My magic lethality will weaken a lot!"

"But at least it can kill about 300 gnoll warriors!"

Mond nodded.

The reduction of 300 fighters on the opposite side was also a great help.

Mond kept weighing in his heart.

Finally, he made a decision.

The Soul Sorrow Demon Sword slashed down in his hand, which seemed to represent his resolute mood at the moment: "Let's do it!"

"We must fight this battle!"

"Only here, the blood knife business group is opened up!"

"Only we can truly stand up in the entire blood-soaked land!"

Norman nodded solemnly.

The magical brilliance in his hand, as well as the elemental tide on his body, finally burst out.

The surging magical aura, like a falling waterfall, fell on the heads of the blood knife merchants' caravan under Norman's inspiration.

The scarlet-colored magic cloud that covered most of the caravan's carriages finally showed its most hideous side.

rumbling—

Accompanied by a loud explosion.

In the terrifying magic cloud, a group of crimson flame **** as large as a room fell directly.

As soon as these flame **** landed on the head of the caravan, or on the ground, there would be a violent explosion, and a very strong flame would spread out.

rumbling—

Powerful, continuous explosion clouds erupted before and after the caravan.

Abbott is also hiding behind a magic car barrier.

His hoarse voice spread before and after the caravan: "Hide them all for me!"

"If anyone dares to show their heads, I will slash..."

However, before Abbott finished speaking.

He saw a lot of magic fireballs explode.

Many gnoll warriors who haven't had time to hide turned into fly ash in an instant, together with their bodies.

There was no chance to hear the second half of Abbott again.

Albert, the old gnoll with gray beard, the second half of the sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Can't say it anymore.

At this moment, the earth began to tremble slightly.

The experienced old Albert immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the vibration.

I could only see a dark shadow in the distance, rushing towards it quickly.

And behind those black shadows, there is a line of rapidly spreading, very strong blade light.

Abbott's mind suddenly jolted.

His eyes were full of vigilance and anger.

He roared angrily: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"What's the matter, cheer up Lao Tzu, where's the shield?"

"Put up your shields!"

As Abbott's voice fell, Mond's right hand slammed forward.

The direction is exactly the direction of Abbott.

This is a tactical gesture that is always emphasized in training.

Ahead, a rain of arrows covers!

shhhhh--

Countless slightly sharp wind breaking sounds shot towards Abbott immediately.

Abbott, a stable and experienced gnoll warrior, immediately screamed when he saw the dense rain of arrows that was shot.

"What the hell, this is the arrow rain covering the city of order in the south!"

"Are there any officers and generals from the City of Order on the opposite side?"

Old Albert roared furiously while frantically erecting his shield.

huh huh-

The sound of sharp arrows being nailed to the shield kept coming.

Powerful, extremely densely transmitted power, even Abbott took several steps backwards.

But this time the arrow rain coverage is too much.

Mond showed no mercy at all, and was directly hit by the densest and most numerous arrow rains.

More than 2,000 sharp arrows directly covered the area of ​​Abbott.

Abbott's face gradually began to change.

The dense rain of arrows directly shattered the shield.

And in the area covered by the entire arrow rain.

Only Abbott was left standing.

He roared, "You little brats!"

"You weren't even born when you were fighting!"

As he roared, he burst out with a third-grade high-level divine power cultivation, took out the saber from his waist, and began to wave it quickly.

Constantly breaking the arrow rain.

Just as Abbott kept resisting the arrow rain, Mond had already aimed at him and charged towards him.

The arrow rain ceased.

Albert just took a breath.

Suddenly, I found a huge shadow in front of my eyes, covering it.

Moreover, with a very cold and cold killing intent, he was constantly locking himself in.

These killing intents, like polar ice, are very cold, freezing people's hearts.

The old jackal only felt that in his long fighting career, he had never encountered a killing intent that was colder than this.

The 180,000 hairs on his body are standing up.

Abbott knew that he was about to face a life-and-death crisis.

On his body, the third-grade advanced divine power cultivation base all burst out.

A powerful sword light burst out from the saber in Abbott's hand.

The incomparably powerful aura could not stop boiling from his divine body.

Crimson divine power radiated.

Abbott mastered the law of fire.

The law of burning, boiling flames.

He looked closely and saw the figure coming.

It was a very burly man, and sitting down was a black tiger with a black body and blood-red eyes.

This black tiger surprised Albert for a while.

Bloody black tiger, this is a very rare mount.

Not only is he rebellious, but in many cases, he would rather die than surrender.

But now it seems that sitting down in this burly man is as tame as the most docile sheep.

One can imagine how powerful this burly man as the master is.

Abbott gritted his teeth and burst out with all his strength.