Conan took out another sub-artifact saber from his storage ring, and then the two sabres seemed to have a very strange mechanism, and they were directly combined in his hands.

The two sabres were combined to form a double-ended sword.

Conan held the middle part, the hand holding the knife in his hand, and kept spiraling the double-ended knife.

A terrifying strong wind raged.

This time, not only the wind blade, but also a very sharp blade.

These sword lights, like hurricanes, combined together, and slammed directly towards the sword curtain that was floating in the shadows!

There was a twinkle in Mond's eyes.

The glimmering sword curtain collided with this wind-blade tornado.

Immediately, a very violent explosion sounded.

The terrifying strong wind immediately spread out.

The surrounding ground was cut into countless large and small deep pits and ravines by the incomparably finely shattered sword awns and the wind-blade sword awns.

Conan's fourth-grade intermediate cultivation base shows a very powerful formidable power at this time.

Quickly regaining his breath, he turned his hand and swirled the double-ended sword in his hand.

The violent wind, wrapped in a lot of sword lights, rushed frantically!

Mond roared: "Break it to me!"

The Soul Sorrow sword in his hand directly activated the ability of the sword to slash all directions.

The incomparably terrifying sword light burst into all directions.

In an instant, all the swords in front of him were chopped up.

dang dang-

Countless crimson sword lights and sword lights collided with each other, resisting the terrifying energy ripples.

In an instant, a deep hole was blasted into the ground.

At this time, all the 3,500 warriors under Mond rushed into the camp, and strangled together with the gnoll warriors in the Xinghai slave camp, as well as the barren warriors.

And behind Conan, the 3,000 elite gnoll warriors all showed their bodies.

The men and horses on both sides reached a very disparate proportion.

On the Mond side, there were only 3,500 warriors of all ethnic groups.

On the opposite side, the guards of the Xinghai slave camp had 6,000 gnoll warriors and 5,000 barren warriors.

The ratio of three to one makes the situation unfavorable.

Moreover, all the soldiers under Mond entered the camp.

In the entire slave camp, many torches were lit.

The slenderness that shines everywhere.

At the same time, outside the camp, on the back road of Mond and others, another three thousand desert warriors appeared, led by a gnoll leader.

Now the number of enemies has reached 6,000 gnoll warriors and 8,000 wasteland warriors.

The huge force of 14,000 troops was more than four times that of Mond's soldiers.

At this time, the expressions of all the soldiers gradually changed.

Mond and Conan, after the two fought face to face, were wary of each other and gradually separated.

Conan has enough troops and is not in a hurry. He is ready to slowly grind Mond to death, lest this man who is a great threat to him jump over the wall and cause any accident.

Mond, on the other hand, retreated to the side of his soldiers.

He could see that the soldiers under his command were already a little scared when facing an enemy four times his size.

He has to do something to win this battle.

Otherwise, a soldier who has lost his military heart is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

Norman also came to Mond's side.

He looked at the gnoll warriors and the desert warriors surrounded by the surrounding, and his expression was also very nervous.

The old magician looked at Mond beside him and asked softly, "Sir, what should we do now?"

Mond chuckled and looked at the surrounding soldiers, with a very sharp light flashing in his eyes.

At this time, Conan looked at Mond who was surrounded by many circles, and shouted: "Mond, you have no way to escape!"

"Being surrounded by my 14,000-strong army, even if you have wings on your body, don't even think about flying out of here today!"

"You can cause so many casualties to our Blood Knife Merchant Group, and you are quite capable!"

"Our leader is very attached to your talent. As long as you surrender, our business group can let go of the past and give you an oasis to be the first alien branch leader of our blood knife business group!"

"How do you feel?"

At this time, all the slaves in the slave camp were also alarmed by the battle in the dark night.

Eight thousand slaves of all ethnic groups, standing in cages, stared at the brightly lit camp.

Constantly watching the battle scene of Mond and Conan's army here.

There seemed to be longing in each of their eyes, but they soon faded away.

impossible!

These people have too few troops!

More than three thousand, against an army of fourteen thousand, it is impossible to win!

All slaves heard Conan's words.

Of course, they also saw the traces of slaves on the soldiers under Mond.

Obviously, these were slave warriors.

Looking at the brilliance in the eyes of these slave warriors looking at Mond, these slaves are inexplicably envious.

Their eyes are full of loyalty to this burly man, they are really envious!

When Mond heard Conan's words, he sat on the blood-eyed black tiger and said with a big laugh, "Can you take your words seriously?"

"What about my subordinates?"

From Mond's point of view, it is nothing to be the resident branch leader of the Blood Knife Merchant Group.

As long as you have this gang, you can develop quickly.

At that time, it is also a good way to slowly figure it out.

All of Mond's subordinates were refreshed when they heard Mond's words.

Only a leader who considers his subordinates is an excellent leader.

Conan's eyes also brightened, and he felt that there might be a drama in the recruitment.

He glanced at the soldiers of all ethnic groups around Mond, and said with a big smile, "Mond, these dog-legged soldiers, don't need to stay!"

"All become slaves!"

"At that time, the business group will rearrange a group of more powerful subordinates, teach you to command, and give you greater rights!"

"I don't know what you think?"

Mond smiled scornfully.

There really isn't such a good thing.

All his subordinates were demoted to slaves.

So without a confidant, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to turn the waves.

Mond said coldly: "I'm going to **** you, I Mond is also a slave!"

"Without these brothers, I would not be where I am today!"

"Let my brothers be slaves again, you might as well kill me Mond!"

All the soldiers around were shocked when they heard this sentence.

Their eyes quickly firmed up.

The fighting spirit is boiling, and it already contains the will to fight the last.

Conan clearly felt the change in the fighting spirit of Mond's soldiers, and he was furious in his heart.