171 continuous melee

"Well, a group of stupid guys," Gunther slowly walked to his cave in countless disgusted eyes. He had long been familiar with everyone's hostility. As the inheritor of dark magic, Gunther simply regarded this disgust as everyone's fear of him. If it weren't for some reason, he would have even wanted to now. Use the tens of thousands of corpses on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain to launch a corpse disaster and directly wipe out the army of humans and orcs!

How's it going? My lord?" As soon as he walked into the dark cave, several mages in black robes came to ask.

"Keep waiting. I think that when the orcs can't bear to lose, they should let us take action," Gunther slowly went in and sat on the stone bench and sighed, "It's been thousands of years. Why don't everyone still admit dark magic? If my teacher 'Feng' stands here, I think those orcs I must not dare to be so arrogant!"

"Of course, Master Feng can now be said to be one of the most powerful mages in the whole continent, even Lord Hagens was not as beautiful as he is now!" A mage in black standing against the wall said enviously.

According to the custom of the dark mage, after becoming a dark mage, all relationships as human beings must be completely cut off, so the names of all dark mage are given by their teachers, and their teachers should also be hung up in their names to show respect.

"May the soul of Mr. Hagens rest in peace!" Gunther prayed in a low voice, and then scolded the dark mage around him: "Don't stay here. Hurry up and continue to meditate to see if you can draw a little dead air from the battlefield to strengthen your strength. Please be careful. If you find the portal, report it to me immediately!"

Everyone answered, and sat on the ground one by one and slowly entered a state of meditation. The battlefield in the distance was so dead that it formed a seeping gloomy wind, but no dark mage dared to go there to absorb it blatantly. The army of orcs will certainly misunderstand that they absorb the souls of the soldiers and will never die with them.

Even if they have been far away from the battlefield, the casual dead air will still float. Maybe the orcs will only feel cold, but the dark mage can clearly perceive the airflow containing a large amount of negative energy, and their spiritual power will immediately jump on it and absorb it back into their bodies.

As soon as life ends, the original hot anger immediately turns into cold death. The death generated by the life killed on the battlefield is still mixed with a sad resentment. Such fierceness can improve one or two levels of dark magic, which is a good thing for the dark mage!

The big knife in the ghost's hand has glowed. At this time, the big knife with a good steel mouth is actually as sharp as a divine soldier. The thick stick in the mouth of the bowl can cut several pieces with one knife, and even the thick pig-headed man like a buffalo can be cut into two pieces with one knife!

Countless soul energy poured into the ghost's body like running water. The yuan god who was originally standing on the spiritual sea was like blowing breath. After a while, he changed from the original bean-sized yuan god to half an inch tall and short, like a little giant stepping on the spiritual sea!

Spiritual power washed the ghost's body like a tide, and countless impurities of muscles, bones and blood veins flowed out of the body with the sweat sprinkled by the ghost. At this time, the already strong body seemed to have been forged, and it was silently upgraded to another level!

The army of pig-headed people was squeezed into a pie by human beings. Many pig-headed people looked at the human figures in the distance and cursed loudly. If it weren't for their compatriots around them, they would have to wave weapons to kill a bloody road to fight with human beings! Pigheads who can't jump collide with their fat bodies one by one. Before they can do anything with humans, they have consumed almost their physical strength.

They want to fight with human beings, and those pig-headed people who stand on the front line and cut each other with each other also curse. The compatriots behind them are like a wall that firmly block their back roads so that they can't retreat for a single step, while the human beings opposite are much more flexible. They can not only push step by step, but also intersperse defense. There is nothing behind the class except a corpse, and there is a lot of room to move before and after.

With the support of soul power, the ghost kills more and more bravely like chicken blood. He is like a farmer waving a sickle to cut wheat. He always has to cut down a few beasts with a knife! A rude pig warrior rudely knocked away his compatriots and held a big stone axe and stabbed the ghost fiercely. The stone axe that had to be swung to play a role could not be opened because of the fat body around him. The orc warrior was forced to attack the ghost so clumsily.

Although the big knife is very sharp now, the ghost is not stupid enough to take it to cut the big stone axe similar to the paved stone strip. After cutting down the pig-headed people around him, the ghost stepped on its body. The whole person was like a swallow through the clouds and jumped up from the piles of pig-headed people!

Below is a pink bald head and countless fat fan ears. The ghost fell into the orcs again under the gaze of countless pig-headed people with different expressions. The pig warrior did not hit the ghost with an axe but lifted out several pig-headed people on the opposite side. It quickly stopped the axe and looked up and looked up. Only a human The boots were like bricks falling in nine days, hitting its big nose fiercely!

After a muffled sound, the originally straight big nose suddenly turned into a trampled tomato. The pig warrior's eyes were sour, and tears sprayed out. A tingling pain plunged into its head like a steel needle. The pig warrior couldn't help opening his mouth and howling miserably. The ghost couldn't wait for its reaction. The big knife in his hand suddenly inserted along the big mouth that had just opened!

Another warm soul force rushed into the ghost's body, and even the yuan god on the spiritual sea trembled comfortably. At this time, the dark divine power was like ink dripping into the bowl and began to spread to the ghost's body again. It was not going to occupy such a powerful place as the spiritual sea, and the two things coiled inside Xi is very horrible for the bold king of darkness. No matter which one of them angers, he may not be able to afford to demolish his whole dark temple!

Anyway, this is the son of darkness he chose. Under the control of the dark god king, the dark god power simply began to continue to strengthen the ghost's body. "I first made this boy into a humanoid weapon. Sooner or later, he will meet the light one day. If the fool of the god of light dares to be unfavorable to this boy, just wait. Go and welcome the anger of those two powers!" The dark god king's gloomy smile made the whole dark temple tremble. Many demon gods carefully looked at each other. Although everyone knew that the adult was in the dark god again, they could not guess what means the adult used this time.

The sound of chopping meat became a piece. In addition to the inexplicable scolding of the angry pig-headed people around, all the orcs who encountered the big knife fell silently, and the blood, limbs, and various internal organs were constantly thrown into the air like fireworks, and swayed into the surrounding pigs like rain. The head man's bald head aroused more scolding. The ghost, who had long been unable to see his true nature, was like a ghost drilled out of Brah's hell. His dark red body was full of pig-headed man's flesh and blood. He was like a red ghost, constantly walking downstream the pig-headed man's simple and rough weapons, tirelessly swept away a large number of life around him!

"Brothers, work harder and kill me!" Murray's thunderous shouts sounded again. Although there was an iron-blooded field to improve the strength of the soldiers, the manpower was bound to be limited. From the beginning of the war in the morning to now, the two sides fought hard for four or five hours. Even the strongest soldiers felt tired. Murray obviously felt the state of his men, but if he did not take these pig heads in front of him If people are killed, they can't form a complete encirclement. Although the pig-headed people are still fighting hard, when they want to run, these fat people are not weak and running horses!

The soldiers in the field roared and gritted their teeth and continued to wave their knives at the fat pig man who seemed to be inexhaustible to kill. 30,000 human soldiers surrounded and annihilated 20,000 pig-headed people. Even if the number had a great advantage, the battle was not as easy as expected. There was a sound of arrows ringing in the sky, and the archers who had rested for a long time finally He began to shoot the orcs, and the tens of thousands of skunk archers behind the pig head were covered by nearly 400,000 iron-headed arrows by human archers. Now, except for a few lucky people who hurried into the pig-headed battle array and had been squeezed to roll their eyes, several whole armies were destroyed. At this time, the human arrow feathers were like a rampant dark cloud, falling to There is no such thing as a howling, and I don't know how many pig-headed people who have nowhere to hide have been shot in the head!

He was struggling to kill the ghost, but he only felt a cold. Before he came to his senses, a piece of arrow feather fell down! The pig-headed people were like snowmen splashed with hot oil, falling into pieces. The ghost was not lucky. The helmet on his head rang a few times, and his feet were mixed with something, and the ghost fell to the ground.

The 20-meter radius around the ghost has become a field of arrow feathers. Except for a rice-like arrow pole, nothing can stand! The surrounding pig-headed people exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye, nearly 100 pig-headed people became dead bodies, tying in front of everyone with arrows!

Agui felt that his head was buzzing and his head hurt so much. He randomly opened his helmet, and two iron-headed arrows actually shot through the helmet! Agui touched the top of his head, which was still bleeding. Fortunately, there was a metal skull to block it. If not, he would have died unjustly under the arrow of the friendly army!

I also received a few arrows on my body, one on my thigh and one on my shoulder, and two on my back. Fortunately, I couldn't shoot deeply. The ghost looked at the pig-headed man around him and quickly breathed twice. Fortunately, his internal organs were basically not injured.

The pig-headed people around looked at the ghost sitting up in the arrow pole in horror. These new recruits who had not been baptized by war had not yet reached the iron heart of life and death, and no one dared to rush up for a moment.