Just outside the Hot Spring Pass, whether on the ground, in the sea or on the mountain walls, all the trees turned into fully armed tree people.

These tree men were covered with armor, shield in their left hand and sledgehammer in their right hand, and looked angry, like crazy warriors, and rushed towards Atdus.

Abduls's scimitar was airtight, and within ten meters of his body, the sword light flashed. The powerful legendary combat skills could destroy any tree man close to him, whether it was a vine, poison cone, wooden hammer or giant crossbow arrow.

However, the consumption of legendary combat skills is too great.

The challenge in front of the formation, the inability to use the demigod bloodline to make him lose a killer weapon.

Atdus's divine power is limited, but Su Ye's magic power seems to be endless.

What made Abdus most desperate was that the magic he destroyed would be reborn and formed a second attack, and the wood-type magic that destroyed the second time continued to transform into a steel tree man under the influence of the sound of life.

The warriors in the Holy Land are not afraid of the Iron Treeman, but the problem is that the Iron Treeman is endless, and they cooperate with other attack forces to become the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

The number of steel trees and the endless birth of the mountains and fields is the power that weighs on Abduls' heart.

Even the soldiers of Hippo and both sides began to sympathize with Abduls.

Who would have thought that Su Ye was just a golden magician, but he already possessed his own magical genre power.

Every magician with complete power in the magic genre is a nightmare for the warriors.

In the end, Abduls was flooded by the endless steel tree people.

The wooden hammer wrapped in steel fell on the body of Abduls who had exhausted his divine power.

"I surrender!" Athos shouted angrily with his head held his head.

Su Ye raised his hand, and all the magic and steel tree people stopped to attack.

The people of the Iron Tree still kept their angry faces and stared at Atdus.

Abduls threw the Ring of Space to Su Ye, turned around and left in a panting manner, while walking.

When the Persians saw this scene, they were both sympathetic and sad. How could the dignified Holy Land warrior be beaten like this?

This breathlessness is like a broken sail that leaks.

This sweat was like I had just been taken out of the water.

The generals and the magicians looked at Su Ye helplessly.

"I'm careless again..." Persian general Hastin muttered to himself as he looked at the tree man like a vast ocean in front of him.

The Persian generals stared blankly ahead, and without saying anything else, just these thousands of steel tree men could kill all the 100,000 troops.

What else is hidden in Su Ye?

Persian magicians are extremely complicated in their hearts.

On the one hand, they were in great pain, and the invincible Persian army was blocked by a golden magician.

On the one hand, they were very pleased that having such a magician is a good thing for the magic world, which means that Su Ye has opened up a new path.

However, it’s already this time, you, Su Ye, still pretending to be half dead. Is it interesting?

Do you really think you can't see it?

Su Ye held the ancient tree guard beside him and asked in a weak voice: "This is really the last time. If someone challenges him again, I will really lose."

All Persians cursed wildly in their hearts.

However, no one dares to say a word.

"Then I'm really leaving. Cough cough cough..." Su Ye's body shook and almost fell to the ground.

The Persians had no expression on their faces.

"In the next game, I will drop to the normal price, two million collateral, how about it?" Su Ye's weak voice spread throughout the battlefield.

The Persians said nothing.

"What about one million?" Su Ye asked.

The Persians are going crazy.

"A fake man of three million has really lowered his eyebrows when he sees me."

Su Ye said, shook his head, turned around and walked back slowly, as if giving the Persians time to consider.

The Persians finally left their anger and cursed.

This time, the Greeks did not scold each other, but mostly looked at the Persians with sympathy.

They were so miserable that they wouldn't scold them back.

They were not angry to death by Su Ye, and they were so strong that they were admired by the world.

The high-level warriors and high-level mages in Persia did not scold them, and after being angry, they were unable to laugh or cry.

"General, I didn't expect you to misunderstand it." Abduls walked to Hasting helplessly.

"Oh, I almost got angry and rushed over and killed him like Mahal! It seems that my cultivation is not enough." Hasting looked self-deprecating, and his right hand was still holding the hilt on his waist.

"Do you think we still have a chance?" asked a sanctuary warrior.

"From the first game, I felt like there was a chance, but now, I don't have a chance."

Many generals and magicians nodded helplessly.

"You guys say, how much magic does this bastard Su Ye have?"

"The bottomless one."

"However, what is important now is not this winning streak in front of the team, but how do we attack this hot spring pass next?"

All Persian generals and magicians lowered their heads, lowered their eyes and closed their mouths.

Collective autism.

A rain of flames cuts off all possibilities of attack, not to mention other magic.

At that time, Su Ye would do nothing, open all the magical realms, stand at the gate of the city, cooperate with the servants and the magic lamp, and no matter how much gold Persia has, it would be useless.

Above the city wall, the golden warrior jumped down and helped Su Ye back to the fortress.

Deafening cheers rang in the hot spring pass.

All the generals and magicians led by Mithayard were greeted in person.

Mitayard glanced at Su Ye angrily and said, "It's already won, you don't have to pretend to be half dead."

"No, I can't give up halfway." Su Ye looked weak.

"Okay... I'll send the hero Su Ye back to his room to rest!" Mitayad said.

Most people stared at Su Ye nervously, thinking that Su Ye was really tired.

However, the people from Plato Academy remained calm.

I don’t believe that Su Ye is so miserable if I beat him to death.

"Euclid, don't you help me!" Su Ye's tone was dying, but his voice was quite loud.

Euclid gave Su Ye a blank look and said, "You go back and count the spoils quickly! That 150,000 should be paid back!"

"Oh, I'm so uncomfortable to teachers who don't care about students. Life is unfortunate! When Proguan fainted, I was almost killed by that old legend, but I blocked you with my body!"

"Don't blow it. I've watched the magic images afterwards dozens of times."

"Oh? Then see you tomorrow." Su Ye accelerated his pace and left.

When he returned to the house and closed the door, the paleness on Su Ye's face disappeared immediately and he returned to his usual rosyness.

Then, Su Ye shook his neck and moved the joints everywhere.

Those people had no sympathy at all and fought fifteen consecutive games with the Holy Land warriors, of course they were very tired.

Fortunately, I was just with the warriors. If I were with the magician, I wouldn't be sure.

Every sanctuary has some tricks and unique skills, and you may fail if you are not careful.

Su Ye didn't even count the spoils, so he called out the servants to guard him and lay lazily on the bed to rest.

At first, my brain was still rotating at high speed, recalling the battle just now, guessing the possibility of the next one, and deducing the naval battle, and finally I was too tired and slowly fell asleep.

He slept until the next day, and the energetic Su Ye walked out. Before leaving, he did not forget to use magic to change the skin color on the surface of his body.

Along the way, the defenders of Wenquan Pass looked at Su Ye with admiration. Seeing Su Ye's slightly white skin, they were full of sympathy, and they wanted to bear it on behalf of Su Ye.

In the next few days, Hot Spring Pass ushered in a rare peace.

However, various information came one after another, and many people couldn't sit still.

The most uneasy news that Gilgamesh did not leave the Palace of Heroes for many consecutive days, and Persian dragons were headless.

However, no Greek general proposed a counterattack on Persia.

Because everyone knows that Gilgamesh did not show up at this time, it means that his wise king and tyrant are fighting for control of the body.

If the wise king is led next, then Gilgamesh will inevitably choose a plan that is acceptable to both sides and will most likely withdraw his troops.

But if the tyrant is next dominated, Gilgamesh's choice will become unpredictable.
To be continued...