Covered with mud, with some yellow reeds stuck on it, this sentry belonging to the Light Swordsmen Regiment looked like a piece of dead wood, lying motionless in the mud pond beside a small lake, his eyes slightly narrowed into a slit. , staring at the wall of the 'City of God' three miles away. He held a magic scroll in his hand. As long as he crushed a fire-paint-sealed article on it with a little force, a huge fireball would rise into the sky, notifying those behind him. Something strange happened to the large army in the 'Sacred City'.

He has been lying here for a whole night, and he is not tired at all. Around him, there are thirteen other partners from the Swordsmen of Light group lying in ambush. Their mission is to monitor. If there is any abnormal movement in the city of God, it will be immediately reported to the large troops at the rear. A kind of scorching flame filled their chests, causing them to lie in the turbid muddy water in the cold wind of early autumn, but there was no trace of anything. A feeling of coldness and fatigue. Some people say that such flames are often caused by hatred, but for these proud swordsmen, the source of this flame is shame, the deepest shame in the world.

The glorious, everlasting 'City of Gods', the majestic fortress blessed by the gods themselves, has not wavered at all after hundreds of thousands of years of bloody fighting, but it was occupied by the enemy in their hands. The people who occupied this powerful fortress were actually a group of people. Barbaric guys with no armor on their bodies and only wooden sticks as weapons in their hands. How could these proud swordsmen endure all this? They were lying in the mud, but they only felt hot all over; the God of Sleep desperately used it on them. They were holding their own magic power, but their eyes were still like wild beasts about to attack, so sharp and full of murderous intent.

Tu held his fist-thick iron rod in his hand and was as tall as a person, and quietly walked over with a dozen tribesmen close to the ground. They had just crawled out of the tunnel. Behind them, eight Such a team quietly slipped out of the tunnel exit. After gesturing to each other, they quietly dispersed around. On the 'Forgotten Continent', they often took advantage of the storm to stop in the middle of the night. When they go hunting, their eyes have become accustomed to the darkness. As long as there is a little bit of skylight, they can clearly see objects more than 300 feet away.

Fortunately, there were a few stars in the sky blinking feebly, staring blankly at the earth. This little light was enough for what they wanted to do. Even more fortunately, The gentle autumn wind blew the long, yellowing grass on the ground, making a "thin rustling" sound. As long as their footsteps were not too fast, this little sound was enough to cover up their footsteps.

Tu's eyes emitted a strange, demonic light red light in the dark night near dawn. He signaled his companions behind him to stop, and everyone squatted quietly in the long grass. , let those anxious little insects, worried that their lives were about to end, jump on his head and face. The autumn wind blew by, and the long grass in front of him floated slightly, revealing a gap. Tu's eyes, It happened to be in this gap that I captured a figure in a muddy pond a hundred feet ahead.

The man smeared a thick layer of mud on his body, with some reeds stuck on it. However, the fighting spirit in this bright swordsman's body was too strong, and traces of heat continued to emanate from his body, causing the water vapor in the mud to gradually It evaporated out. A trace of negligible heat was brought out along with the water vapor, and these changes were enough for Tu to discover the hiding place of this bright swordsman.

Tu gently raised his head to the sky, grateful in his heart for the blessings of the gods. In the living hell-like world of the 'Forgotten Continent', after hundreds of thousands of years of arduous struggle to survive, these sinful people have more or less emerged. A little bit of evolution or mutation. They have the terrifying ability like snakes to detect the location of prey by relying on a little heat. This is a skill that their tribe has developed when secretly approaching small beasts on countless nights. .Now, Tu uses this power to discover the sentries garrisoned in the 'Sacred City'.

Like a little rabbit, Tu quickly wiped the gap in the long grass and pounced on the bright swordsman. He had already found out that there were no other sentries ambushing him within two hundred feet of the bright swordsman. A gust of wind happened to blow by, and the sound of the long grass swaying wildly concealed Tu's movements very well.

The bright swordsman was staring at the wall of the 'City of Gods', and the peripheral vision of his eyes was constantly scanning the grass around him. This was an instinctive action of his. When looking at a target, he must constantly Observe whether there are any objects that may threaten you. The wind blows gently, and then a gust of wind blows over. The long grass around makes a "swishing" sound, and some debris in the quagmire suddenly rises. It got up and flew towards his eyes.

The bright swordsman closed his eyes slightly to prevent these debris from hurting his eyeballs. But he never had the chance to open his eyes again. A long and thick iron rod came from his waist. The body was stabbed in, and his body was lifted up three feet without making any sound. Then, thirteen consecutive terrible blows from the sticks fell on his body one after another. A violent and feminine force came from the iron rod. It rushed in where it touched his body, shattering all the bones, tendons, and internal organs in his body. Terrible heat waves clashed within his body, and almost all the blood in his body evaporated in an instant.

The last reaction of this bright swordsman was to grab the badge of the magic scroll with his right hand. Then, the boundless pain caused him to fall into hell, and his mind was completely plunged into darkness. The strength of his grasp , it was enough to scratch the fire-paint badge, the badge shattered, and the power of the magic scroll suddenly burst out.

Tu squatted on the ground, looking at his prey with pride. The heat contained in his fighting spirit had turned his body into a mummy, and the mud on his body was almost dried. It seems that he has been The power has made great progress again. At this moment, a huge ball of fire burst out from the right hand of the corpse. The red fire trembled slightly and condensed into a fireball the size of a human head. "Whoosh!" 'It rushed towards the sky with a sound.

Tu's movements were not unpleasant. His left hand quickly grabbed the fireball, and his body was lifted up like the wind. After the fireball was twenty feet away from the ground, his left hand grabbed the scorching fireball and moved it

After filling up his fighting spirit, he grasped it hard. There was a loud bang, and the sudden explosion made Tu feel embarrassed. The fighting spirit that he had hurriedly moved with his left hand was not very strong, and the seal that sealed this magic scroll

, but it is one of the few old monsters in the Holy Magic Group. The power of this seemingly ordinary fireball explosion almost turned Tu's left hand into a roasted pig's hoof. And the huge sound was also far away on the dawn plain.

spread.

Before he could cry out the continuous suffering, the thing that almost fainted happened again. Not far away, thirteen fireballs rushed into the sky in a row, and eleven fireballs were hit by

The black shadows intercepted them. After being hit hard, these fireballs exploded. Those black shadows obviously did not expect that this ordinary-looking fireball was so powerful. Each wooden stake was blown away thirty or forty feet.

.The other two fireballs that were not intercepted rushed up to an altitude of thousands of feet, and then exploded into brilliant flames all over the sky. The loud "rumbling, rumbling" sound made the ground tremble slightly.

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The criminals who came out to attack the sentries stared blankly at the two fireballs that erupted in the sky. The scorching light shone on them, but it made them feel cold all over. In the bushes behind them, their compatriots rushed

Only three to five thousand people can come out. If the garrison of the 'Sacred City' takes the opportunity to counterattack and throws a few powerful forbidden spells into the tunnel, the tunnel is full of people now, and at least tens of thousands of compatriots will be killed.

Yes. Tu grabbed his hair in pain and tore it violently. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn, damn, why can't those guys be more careful? Oh my god..."

One after another, fireballs erupted five miles ahead, followed by fifteen miles ahead. It seemed that Tu and their actions had been transmitted by the sentries of the Light Swordsmen. Tu screamed: "Assemble"

, No matter what, you can withstand their initial impact, you can withstand it. As long as you can withstand the first wave of impact, when our tribesmen rush out, they will be dead... Someone come and tell Rui Po.

Si, follow his plan and use the fastest speed to get as many people out as possible."

Tu really hates those damn 'Sacred City' garrison who actually came up with such a vicious plan. On the day the city was breached, two of the coalition forces sent by his own coalition rushed into the tunnels under the city wall to hunt down the residents of the 'Sacred City'.

More than 10,000 of the strongest elites were actually crushed to death by the sudden collapse of the city wall. If the ones I brought out today were the strongest elites, how could there be such a flaw? They should all be like me, high in the fireball

Just intercept it when it's not far from the ground.

However, Tu soon no longer regretted it, because he thought that even he intercepted the fireball after it was twenty feet above the ground, and then the fireball exploded, which was enough for the enemy to discover his actions.

It seems that you can't blame your own people for not trying their best, but the garrison of these damn 'god city' is too cunning. Really, they are too cunning. They can even give such a magic scroll to the sentinels. They are so abominable.

Already.

The masters among the two hundred criminals flew behind Tu, and they all understood the seriousness of the matter. If the garrison of the 'Sacred City' rushed over now, they would probably cause great damage to their own people, right?

It will take time for Sri Lanka's undead army to be deployed on a slope large enough for the army in the city to rush down. Because the undead soldiers were so smelly, the coalition forces did not allow them to stay in the city and had to drive them over from outside the city wall on the other side.

, it will take at least two or three hours. Jiaposi can't count on it for the time being. Then, he can only rely on himself to resist the enemy's impact. Everyone's face is like a picture, with a sense of death.

Enlightenment, a clear and solemn aura, suddenly filled their bodies, just like a Buddha.

Twenty miles away, in Hart's camp, the leaders saw the alarm signal. The soldiers started to commotion. They crawled out of their thin marching blankets, adjusted their armor, and grabbed their weapons.

I took the time to take a few bites of the little food left last night, and at the same time stood in a neat queue. The glory knights mounted their horses one after another, arranged in a neat charging formation, and Ru Lin's swords were raised in unison with a 'squeak' sound.

The shouts of "Glory is my life" resounded throughout the plain.

The beast soul warriors roared like beasts, and their eyes glowed with blood. They hit each other's heavy weapons desperately, making a loud noise that shook the sky. The swordsmen of light knelt down on one knee in unison.

On the ground, a sincere prayer was uttered, 'In the name of light, drive out all evil'. The Judgment Fighters silently inspected their gloves and weapons. After a long time, they shouted at the same time: "In this way,

The power of my god determines everything in the world."

The majestic roar spread twenty miles away, making Tu and the others tense up involuntarily. If so many people rushed over at the same time, Tu had already imagined his own fate, which would be to be trampled by countless war horses.

At this time, he happened to think of Li's face again... The picture was stunned for a moment, a strong heat flow rose from his lower abdomen, and the fighting spirit in his body turned crazily. He seemed to have found the meaning of survival and

With the same goal, he looked up to the sky and let out a shrill howl: "Ah~~~!"

The two hundred sinners behind him, and the three thousand sinners behind him who rushed over like crazy, let out a shrill howl at the same time. They had let out such a howl when the elders of the clan committed suicide with expressionless faces.

They made such howling sounds when they witnessed the children of their tribe being starved to death; they also made such howling sounds when they fought with crazy monsters and were beaten until their muscles and bones were broken.

Scream... Now, when faced with their own mortality, they once again let out such a howl that had no meaning but contained all meanings. For a time, their entire nation's hundreds of thousands of years of history were shattered.

Blood and tears, the heavy and bitter road of survival, seem to be condensed in this moment.

Three thousand two hundred and one criminal men who were howling crazily, holding up the weapons in their hands, strode forward towards the direction where the hundreds of thousands of troops in the 'Sacred City' might be rushing. It was like

, just like when their ancestors were expelled from this continent, the 20,000 soldiers at the rear rushed forward to face the millions of mainland allied forces.

Hart and the others heard this howl that contained powerful fighting spirit, full of unyielding and desperate despair. Mubarata roared excitedly, and the hair on his body grew rapidly. He had been provoked.

With strong fighting spirit, he was ready to charge forward with his beast soul warriors.

Hart gently held the impulsive Mubarata's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Retreat. It seems that they have dug a tunnel and are preparing to give us a fatal blow at dawn. Unfortunately,

Unfortunately, the soldiers we sent out broke their dream... Retreat, their large army will come out of the tunnel soon. Our soldiers no longer have the physical strength to fight with them. We should conserve our strength and wait for help.

Give them a chance to teach a fatal lesson."

Mubarata is a rude barbarian, but he is not an unreasonable person. After he was stunned for a moment, he slowly put away his frenzied heart and returned his body to normal. Yaka gently

Nodding, he raised the sword in his hand and said: "Brothers of the Knights of Glory, go first. The Beast Soul Warriors are in the middle and behind, the Swordsmen of Light are on the left, and the Judgment Fighters are on the right. If there are pursuers, the Knights of Glory will immediately turn around and charge.

"Yaka's deployment of troops was very smart. He left enough space for the Glory Knights to charge. Let the beast soul warriors who can best withstand the impact catch the opponent's attack, and let the light swordsmen and judgment fighters outflank the enemy's pursuit.

soldiers, and then use the Knights of Glory to give a fatal impact. This is a very good formation.

According to Yaka's instructions, the garrison of the 'Sacred City' looked at the direction of the 'Sacred City' unwillingly, and slowly set off. Mubarata breathed heavily through his nose, and swung his ax on the ground angrily, a series of

Big characters sunk deeply into the ground appeared: "Remember, bastards, we will definitely come back! - Beast Soul Warrior Group: Mubarata." Every word was so tense, so wild and uninhibited,

A strong killing intent rushed towards his face. Each word was more than ten feet in size. Combined with the powerful fighting spirit of Mubarata contained in it, it was like a group of warriors about to charge.

Hart was silent. He drew out his long sword, the sword light flashed, and a row of large characters appeared under Mubarata's signature: "Knights of Glory: Hart."

"Light Swordsmen: Yaka." "Judgment Fighters: Durst." After the four leaders present used their weapons to wave their signatures, they looked back hard at the decades they had lived.

He followed his subordinates forward, unwilling but full of expectations. Yes, just as Mubarata said, they will definitely come back.

Panting crazily, the fighting energy in his body was running crazily at a speed that was close to destroying his body. His physical fitness and reflexes had reached their peak, no, they had even surpassed their peak state. Tu led a total of six

Eighteen hundred tribesmen strode to Hart's camp. At this time, Hart's army had already gone away. Looking at the empty camp and the bonfires with embers emitting clear smoke, they imagined

After staying there for a long time, he suddenly sat down on the ground.

A general of the guilty people laughed crazily: "Hahahaha, they, they knew we were coming to attack, and they ran away. Hahahaha, a bunch of cowards, they actually ran away."

Everyone, including Tu, laughed wildly. Yes, the enemy escaped and his life was saved. Tu and the others laughed loudly, and their muscles suddenly relaxed. The fighting spirit just now, the high spirits just now.

I don’t know where the fighting spirit went. A group of warriors who just wanted to fight to the death immediately turned into a group of lazy civilians enjoying an outing in the spring sunshine. Tu lay lazily on the ground,

He began to make calculations: "Hmm, have the enemies retreated? This way, our army will have enough time to rush out. When a large army is gathered, we will go to sweep their territory. Ah, let's move forward.

One point is where our ancestors lived, right?"

A hint of murderous intent rushed toward Tu, and Tu's relaxed muscles immediately tightened. He slowly grabbed his iron rod, stood up carefully, and walked towards the direction from which the murderous intent came.

A group of his closest tribesmen noticed Tu's unusual behavior and immediately jumped up and followed Tu forward. In the center of the camp, they saw the big characters with teeth and claws showing, "Look"

The signatures of the five leaders arrived.

Tu looked at the big characters and read out softly. He was one of the few people in the clan who could still read: "Remember, bastards, we will definitely come back... Mubarata,

Hart, Yaka, Durst, Hehem, you, your souls can only come back here after death, right? This is our territory, how can you come back here? We will not fail.

, we will never fail again, damn people, how can we fail again?"

A powerful murderous aura emerged from Tu's body and he rushed towards the calligraphy. Tu stretched out the iron rod in his hand and struck out with one blow. He was ready to smash the damn calligraphy into pieces. This was completely

Just kidding, what excuses, reasons, and qualifications do these defeated generals have to say such arrogant words? Such arrogant words can only be said by him, as a victor. Damn it, it must be

This word should be erased to avoid damaging the morale of those timid guys.

A burst of blood-red fighting spirit rushed towards the words, covering a distance of a hundred feet. Tu was ready to turn over the ground in one fell swoop, so that he could erase the damn words, right? But,

Being pulled by his powerful fighting spirit, the murderous and fighting spirit contained in those words of Hart and others also burst out. Like a tornado, it struck over overwhelmingly, chaotic but airtight.

It is the fighting spirit of Mubarata; it is dignified and dignified, and every word cuts out a line of fighting spirit, like a knight stabbing in the front. It is the fighting spirit of Hart; it is as beautiful as a painting, flowing out from those words,

What is filled with the flash of stars is the fighting spirit of Yaka; what is just upright and sharp, like countless blades, is the fighting spirit left by Durst.

It was as if the four leaders had launched a move against Tu at the same time. The overwhelming offensive stirred up dust all over the sky, causing the criminals around Tu to instinctively retreat towards the rear. Their idea was to avoid this combination.

The attack was sharp, and then he waited for a counterattack. But Tu's pride would never allow him to do this, so he sent out a stick with all his strength.

A stream of fighting spirit that was as red as glass had already formed into substantial form. It rushed out like a fan and collided with four streams of fighting spirit. There was a loud bang, and the whole ground with a radius of twenty feet was heard. Tu was jolted up and down, and Tu felt a terrifyingly powerful force rushing towards his iron rod. The fighting spirit in his body actually began to tremble and shrink in front of this force with four distinct characteristics. .

He let go and threw away his iron rod, then used both thighs to exert force, and Tu's body flew back thirteen feet. The iron rod exploded in the air, and countless finger-sized iron sticks flew towards Tu like raindrops. The body was shot over, and with a deafening scream, Tu was forced to take off his light leather armor. After injecting his own fighting spirit, he threw it out with all his strength. The leather armor, which was harder than granite, was pierced by countless iron sticks. After becoming a sieve, it fell to the ground.
To be continued...