Blood splattered everywhere, shields shattered and armored. Looking at the thin and pointed ears flying out under his giant axe, Kadara felt unprecedented pleasure.

It was not that it did not want to take action before, but that it had just rushed to the vicinity of the elf battle formation and was locked by two auras far beyond it. The two similar-looking elf rangers stared at it in the team of the travelers in a tacit understanding. From the start of the war to the present, at least one bow and arrow was aiming at its body, just waiting for it to reveal its flaws, which was a fatal blow.

Although his position among the trolls is second only to Zulkin and Maracas, and his courage is unrivaled, Kadala's strength is not very good. At best, it is stronger than those professions and is a third-rate hero. No matter which one of the Wind Walker sisters can easily win it. Kadala himself understands this truth, so even if the situation is not good for the trolls and is extremely impatient, it does not dare to show up. Instead, it grits its teeth and wanders in the trolls' team, waiting for an opportunity.

Finally the opportunity came. Because of the thief's sneak attack, the pair of elf rangers had to take out their hands to solve the extremely threatening sneak attacker first. They had no time to take care of other things. Kadara, who was worried about the battle situation, almost couldn't wait to rush into the elves' defense, tore the elf knight's defense with his own strength, and prepared to kill all sides.

"Trolls win thousands!"

Like a bull, he rushed towards the team of travelers with big strides, panting heavily, Kadara shook his arms and shouted loudly, his voice loud and harsh.

Inspired by it, the trolls were also motivated, and they rushed towards the elves knights with fierce eyes. The weapons in their hands kept hitting each other, only making the entire defense line of the elves retreat continuously, and the situation was in danger.

"kill!"

The blood in his body was boiling, and in almost the blink of an eye, Kadala rushed to a traveler, looking at the thin figure holding a long bow, a hideous smile broke out from the corner of his mouth.

But the next moment, the smile froze on its face.

A slight white light suddenly shone in front of its eyes, and then a sharp explosion sound came from the air.

The blue-purple ice crystal sword came across the sky, and a purple waning moon bloomed on the cold battlefield.

Puff!

The sound of the sword blade cutting open. Kadara only felt a pain in her waist and abdomen, and her entire upper body flew out lightly.

With a thud, he fell on Zu Aman's familiar land. In the last moment of his life, Kadara forced herself to turn her head and look behind her.

There, an elf with flowing blonde hair and wearing golden-red armor, slowly retracting the giant sword in his hand, looking at the troll attacking not far away with cold eyes.

"Giant, troll, must-"

With a last breath, Kadala roared and opened her mouth. Even if she died, she would do her last part for her clan.

But the giant sword that took its life was a spinning, and then inserted it from top to bottom into its head, strangling its last words to death in its abdomen.

“How easy is it to boost morale?”

Looking at Kadara who was dying with his eyes closed, Mo Wen sneered. A mere third-rate guy actually wanted to play solo riding and rushing forward, and he deserved it if he died.

Slowly pulled the Ice Thunder Tribulation out of Kadara's head. His eyes were coldly swept towards the attacking troll.

All the trolls who looked at him felt a trembling heart, as if they were being pressed by a giant mountain. They could no longer breathe.

I didn't hear the final call from my soul. The scene in the troll's eyes was that my commander roared and rushed into the enemy's camp the moment before, but then he was easily cut into two pieces by a human being like a chicken killing.

The slender body, the wide ice crystal giant sword, and the strong governor who fell to the ground, the extremely contrasting scene made the morale that the troll had just raised fall back to the bottom. Looking at Mo Wen with a relaxed and freehand look, it was as if he had seen a devil from the ground.

The fear began to spread, and the troll's attack calmed down again. Although the weapons still hit the elf's shield, they no longer had the madness they had before.

It's time to add another fire!

Looking at the trolls who were wandering and not knowing whether to advance or retreat, Mo Wen's eyes flashed with a light and shouted softly: "Oh!"

The phoenix, which had been hovering over the elf camp, suddenly flapped its wings and rushed to the rear of the troll like a line of fire, where hundreds of shamans and witch doctors were present.

As the elemental life that Mo Wen recruited from the elemental world, Ao's strength is closely related to Mo Wen. With Mo Wen's current second-rate peak strength, its power is also very close to the second-rate level, but one-on-one is much stronger than Dakara who just died in Mo Wen's hands.

A distance of hundreds of meters was fleeting under its wings. In the blink of an eye, Au came to the top of the troll caster's head. The bird's beak opened slightly, and a large ball of flames spurted out from its mouth, burning the two troll shamans and a totem pole to ashes.

The troll warriors who stayed to protect the shaman roared and threw the javelin and flying axe in their hands towards the phoenix, but before they could get close to the phoenix's body, they were ignited by the raging fire and finally melted into a ball of boiling iron.

As he cried, Ao did not take these attacks seriously. He hovered back and forth, and his wings kept spraying flames in his mouth. In a few moments, the back of the troll turned into a sea of ​​fire, causing the shamans and witch doctors to mess around.

"Stay calm and kill this annoying weird bird first!"

An old-faced shaman stepped forward, and under its leadership, a brand new totem was erected. Under the influence of the light, Ao seemed to be trapped in a mud, and his speed suddenly slowed down. Then dozens of shamans joined forces, and several dazzling and thick electric arcs hit Ao's body together.

With a wailing cry, the phoenix was staggered, and a large number of feathers turned into Mars and fell from the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several witch doctors with vicious expressions exchanged glances with each other, then pointed at the nearby troll warriors. Under a strange wave, the bodies of the warriors began to swell, and finally burst into a green blood mist with the wailing sound. Under the command of the witch doctor, the blood mist tangled towards Ao in the air. In a while, O's flames cloaked green.

The old shaman glared at the witch doctors fiercely. But in the end he didn't say anything. Although his status among the trolls is not low, he still couldn't keep up with these witch doctors. What's more, in the current situation, it can't say that these witch doctors did this wrongly.

Looking forward to looking at the phoenix shrouded by poisonous fog, the old shaman now hoped that these witch doctors could make the sacrifices of the warriors have some meaning, but it did not notice it. Because of the cruel methods of the witch doctors, the trolls guarding them subconsciously retreated, and their eyes were filled with fear.

This is the witch doctors who committed the crime themselves. As a primitive and backward civilization, those witch doctors naturally boasted in order to maintain their dominance, proclaiming that the souls that died under their magic will never rest in peace and will never return to the arms of their ancestors. Therefore, many trolls are not afraid of death, but are very afraid of falling into the hands of witch doctors in the clan.

In previous battles, witch doctors have used similar methods, but those "spell casting materials" are all sinners in the troll tribe. Although they are cruel, no one said anything. However, this time the high elves came and the witch doctors rushed to fight. However, they forgot to prepare the materials, and had to use the warriors who guarded them to take materials. This caused great fear among the trolls around them. If they had not accumulated a lot of power, they would probably have trolls running away at this time.

To be fair, the shamans' tactics are not wrong, and the witch doctors' spells are also very strange, but their strength is much different from that of Ao. If there are too many ants, they can indeed kill the elephant, but dozens of spell casters who are less than fifty-year-olds can attack at the same time, and they still cannot reach this level.

There was a harsh whisper in the green fog. The next moment, a huge wind mixed with flames surged, instantly tearing the thick fog around, revealing the figure inside.

There was a hint of humanized anger in bright eyes. The fire suddenly became prosperous on Ao's body, and the whole bird turned into a huge ball of fire that was extremely dazzling and dived directly from the air.

boom!

With a loud noise that made the entire city gate tremble, a dark pit appeared outside Zu Aman Gate, and endless fires burned inside. The old shaman who was originally standing there disappeared with nearly twenty spell casters.

He swallowed deeply, and a witch doctor looked at the scorching flame, his eyes turned and shouted loudly: "Everything will spread, all of them will spread, and the warriors, you are in front of you, let's prepare spells and kill this strange bird!"

The body retreated rapidly, and the witch doctor fled around while directing the soldiers to come forward to delay time for them.

Although he was extremely reluctant, fearing the tyranny of the witch doctor and the honor of the race, the soldiers who stayed came forward and prepared to fulfill their responsibilities.

As the witch doctors and shamans were about to withdraw from the dangerous area, they had a sudden change.

"You don't have to leave!"

A cold voice sounded in front of the city gate, and then a strange wave spread rapidly.

The witch doctor who shouted out loud was in horror and found that his body began to lighten little by little, and finally floated up.

A blond figure appeared in front of it, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, it cut it into two pieces in the air.

"No!"

The roar of despair spread throughout the rear.

Looking at the splattering blood and the sword blades with cold light, whether it was a shaman, a witch doctor, or a warrior, all the trolls began to struggle. Unfortunately, they were suspended in the air. They seemed to be trapped in water. Although they could move, they could not move quickly. The diameter of this weightless field was a hundred meters in radius, completely cutting off their hope of escape. They could only watch the demons wielding giant swords, killing their compatriots one by one.

The giant sword ruthlessly harvested the lives of the trolls, but Mo Wen sighed softly in the blood rain.

To say that high elves are worthy of magic, it is too great to use their physique to perform magic.

The weightless technique was originally Mo Wen could only maintain a distance of dozens of meters, and the number of people controlled could not be too many, but now with the bloodline of the high elves, it can easily maintain a range of nearly 100 meters, covering almost 100 spell casters.

Although the flash technique is not as easy as breathing, it is not easy to kill Kadala once, and the battlefield spanning hundreds of meters at a time did not make Mo Wen feel uncomfortable at all, and the loss is also small. As long as conditions allow, he can even use it again after a few breaths and appear in any corner of the battlefield.

If every high elves can develop their potential to the extreme, even if the high elves do not have melee battles, they may still dominate the entire world.

After thinking about this idea in my mind, Mo Wen shook his head and laughed. This is impossible. Even for the high elves who produce mages, the proportion of mages has never exceeded the population level. This number is even included in the lowest level mage apprentices. The largest number is the civilians of non-professionals, then rangers and melee battles, and finally mages and priests. Although the higher elves mages are far more than human mages, they are still a minority in their clan, unless-

A strange thought flashed in his mind, but then Mo Wen was pressed into his heart again, waving the ice thunder tribulation in his hand, and he continued to kill among the trolls.

From the moment Zulkin and his friends are gone, the trolls are destined to be defeated in this battle. Without the clamping of masters, Mo Wen can kill all the trolls alone. Without the casters, the high elves can fly kites to death.

With a crisp chirping, at this moment, a ball of fire flew out of the deep pit that Ao Suo blasted out.

Flashing his wings and looking at the troll hanging in the air by his master, Ao thought for a moment and then gathered his wings together.

The next moment, the pair of wings covered with flames quickly expanded, and countless Mars flew down like meteors, igniting all the trolls in the weightless realm.

"Ah! - Save me! Save me!"

The flames spread across the trolls, and bursts of burnt smell filled the air. The resilience that was proud of in the past did not reverse the fate of the trolls towards death, but instead brought them more pain.

Nearly a hundred high casters were hung in the air and barbecued. This hellish scene shocked all the trolls around him. Looking at the figure carrying a giant sword in the fire, his eyes were filled with fear.

"Save me! Save me!"

A witch doctor on the edge of weightlessness shouted at the warrior not far from it. Because of the severe pain, his whole face twisted, "If you don't come again, I will pull your soul out and put it in the eternal flame until the end of the world!"

Unexpectedly, listening to the threat of the witch doctor, the somewhat lost warrior shivered as if he had woken up from a dream. He recalled the scenes before, looked at the witch doctor, and finally ran away with his head in his arms.

The fear of the blonde elf, the fear of death, and the fear of the witch doctor completely defeated all the pride in its heart. It threw down the weapon in its hand, but it ran out of the battlefield.

Then like dominoes, more and more trolls escaped from the battlefield and ran towards the surrounding forest.

There are soldiers on the front line and guards who stay in the rear.

Trolls are a cruel and bloodthirsty race. They rarely show signs of escaping on the battlefield, but it does not mean that they are really not afraid of death. When an unexpected leader takes over, the instinct of escaping instantly occupies their minds.

After nearly three thousand corpses were left behind in front of the elves formation, the entire troll army finally began to flee, and a large number of trolls began to flee everywhere.

The witch doctor was stunned. He didn't expect that his words would cause such a result.

The elves were stunned and cheered immediately. The originally dry magic power gushed out again, and the heavier shield became lighter. They poured out the firepower in their hands and began to chase and kill the fleeing trolls.

Mo Wen was also slightly stunned. Although he expected victory to belong to him, he did not expect that victory would come so quickly, and then he burst into laughter.

Looking at the altar that gradually calmed down in Zu'aman City, Mo Wen whispered softly.

"Zurkin, you are the next one!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Thanks to the 22nd pass by, Feng's favorite, the monthly ticket and Shuen who will kill with one sword, cottage, just a slight reward of the wind.

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