The war has not ended yet, the fight has continued, and the air is filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The smoke that filled the air and the shadow of the drooping gray and white clouds mixed together, making the pool of blood shining with faint light on the ground mottled and dark.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The war lord Sarayan took off his armor that was in the way, rolled up his sleeves and waved the drum hammer, hitting the gnoll's war drum, and exerting all his strength in every swing.

The passionate war drums are tireless and without a trace of stopping. The shocking sound dispels the fear hidden deep in the hearts of the players in Twilight Town, and inspires every warrior who fights bloodyly.

The flag of the hoisting battle is erected in the center of the army, and the pattern of sharp blades cutting through the afterglow of the sunset is clearly visible.

The standing battle flag spread out invisible energy fluctuations, drifting in the wind, making a rumbling sound.

The roar of fighting, the roar of death, the howling of battle, the music of the singer of war rushed past the battlefield like a storm of rage, dragging comrades and enemies into his rage.

The Chair of the Singer of War has long disappeared, and the clean and tidy white robe is also decorated with strange blood.

He stood next to a large harp nearly two meters high, pulling his hoarse voice, and gracefully plucking forty-seven silver thread strings stained with blood with his ten fingers.

Roar! Roar!

Two coyotes who broke into the depths of the army bent their waists and roared, jumped up, opened their bloody mouths, revealing their sharp fangs and fishy saliva, attacking the target and pointing straight to the throat of the Singer of War.

Bang! Bang!

Two warrior players guarding the Singer of War, holding mottled blood-stained swords and shields, instantly greeted them.

A stream of blood splattered, and two hideous coyotes wailed and fell into a pool of blood.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

At the front of the battlefield, the sound of weapons colliding one after another. Garod raised his steel shield and roared. The round shield in his left hand had long been replaced by him with a deadly long sword.

The collision of the shield and the bone-breaking hammer created dazzling sparks, and the friction between the sharp sword and the zombie's body sounded shrilling.

Scarlet and hot blood flowed into his firm face along the cracks of the scratched steel mask, and slid down the two hideous scars on his face to the depths of his collar.

roar!

The barbarian personality, who recovered from his weak state, let out a heart-wrenching roar again.

Accompanied by crackling explosions, the huge and shocking body appeared in front of everyone again.

He waved the wide and thick sword, jumped up, and his powerful explosive power left a shocking crack on the spot, and instantly entered the crowd of jaggers.

Invisible sword winds drove the splatter of blood, and the broken limbs of a large number of werewolves scattered all over the ground.

Aowu! Aowu! Aowu!

On the left and right sides of the Twilight Town army, the roars of coyotes and hyenas were mixed with the grim smile of zombies, and they were rushing wildly against the formations on both sides with dense gun arrays.

A large number of hyenas and coyotes used their petite figures and defensive gaps to rush into the crowd, revealing their sharp fangs and tearing everyone's flesh and blood wildly.

The rogues who had already shone the light and the arrows and crossbows lost all drew out the daggers and daggers on their waists, and started the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat with these ferocious beasts.

The spear warriors still tirelessly waved the spear in their hands, regardless of the biting of wild beasts, and tried their best to block the progress of each wolf knight, and refused to let them cross the defense line.

Master Druid Dumpling, who was firmly protected by three warriors, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had an unspeakable vicissitudes of life.

Then he raised the oak magic weapon in his hand, and bursts of high-pitched spells rushed out of his mouth.

——"Four Rings Divine Art: Ice Storm!"

A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the dazzling sky, covering the tragic battlefield on the left.

The strong magic hail shone crystal light in the sun, falling from the sky and falling into the dense pack of wolf knights and hyena coyotes.

Suddenly, a large number of shrill wailing sounded up and down one after another.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground and entering deep meditation, the sorcerer Weisara slowly stood up, took out an exquisite wolf-shaped sculpture from the dimensional bag, and then threw it gently into the air.

As Weisara's obscure spell rang, the wolf-shaped sculpture in the air suddenly stopped and stayed strangely in the air. The wolf's eyes emitted a scarlet blood ray.

——"Four-ring spell: Level 4 monster summoning technique!"

As soon as the last syllable of the Wisara spell fell, a blood-red summoning array light quickly appeared around the wolf-shaped sculpture.

Ao Wow!

A loud roar seemed to come from hell, exuding a creepy breath, and a dark red giant wolf more than 5 meters long appeared in front of everyone.

The brutal wolf from hell exuded a terrifying aura, with a rebellious expression, and its dense dark red hair trembled, causing a long roar to the neck.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red light flashed in his pupils. He looked at the wolf knight and hyena coyotes on the right, bent his waist and possessed him, stretched out his limbs and jumped into the enemy group with force.

The fierce purgatory wolf instantly burst out with endless desire for blood and killing, revealing its sharp fangs and claws, slaughtering wildly.

"Great Demon Lord, the King of the Gnoves is watching his people, killing all these humans!" The leader of the Gnoves, who was standing at the end, waved the heavy mace in his hand and roared angrily.

Then he raised his arms and knelt on the ground. Three bloody wounds were added to his hideous face. The strange blood emitted a strong aura of evil, spreading wildly to all the zombies in the wilderness.

Bang!

At this time, an arrow flashing with silver-white light and light red aura accurately hit the chest of the werewolf leader, turning into light and dissipating.

The powerful impact force caused the werewolf leader to stagger back a few steps before he could stabilize his body.

puff!

The leader of the gnoll spewed a mouthful of blood, raised the heavy mace and looked at the black shadow holding the compound longbow not far away and roared: "Tear him apart for me!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

More than a dozen elite zodiac warriors standing beside the werewolf leader roared, their bloodshot eyes locked on the black shadow in front of them, clasped the weapons tightly, and rushed forward with a stinking stinking wind.

Sharp!

Thorne put away the compound longbow, pulled out two sharp blades, and went up to meet them.

——"Shocking momentum!"

When the zodiac warrior was about to approach him, Thorne suddenly burst out with a strong murderous aura, covering the trembling zodiac body.

——"Mofeng Sect (strike technique): Red Lotus Sword!"

Immediately afterwards, Thorne's dark red sword burst out with a surging flame, and then a cold light passed by. The scorching flame mixed with sharp sword blades instantly opened the five zombies who were closest to him.

With the help of the dense zodiac mane, it turned into fire people and struggled on the ground.

——"Shadow attack!"

A black shadow passed by Thorne and appeared behind a werewolf warrior. The sharp short sword accurately pierced into the back of the werewolf warrior.

Immediately, under the painful expression of the zodiac, the sword tip slashed violently, and a large piece of hot blood splattered out.

Horat, who was surrounded by a gray scarf, appeared in front of Thorne. He smiled at Thorne, quickly inserted the short sword in his hand into the sheath, and pulled out the straight bladed knife behind him.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The remaining werewolf warriors roared demonstrably.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The sound of collisions of weapons rang one after another.

A stream of blood splattered, and the werewolf wailed up and down each other.

Thorne wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, turned around and said in a deep voice to Horat: "Go and kill the gnoll leader."

After saying that, a wooden holy emblem slid out from the sleeve of the left arm.

——"One ring of magical art: no trace of whereabouts!"

The wooden holy emblem carved with five-star claw prints burst out with a light green light covering the two of them and quickly disappeared.

——"Shadow Hand (Enhanced Technique): Shadow Cloak!"

——"Two-Chapter Spell: Invisibility!"

Immediately afterwards, the figures of the two disappeared in the pile of zombie warriors' bodies.

"The King of Gnolls is watching us, killing all these miscellaneous parts for the prosperity of the Gnolls!"

The werewolf leader standing at the end still roared angrily at the top of his voice.

The deafening roar echoed in the ears of all the wereggars, making them seem to have forgotten all the pain and fear, replaced by endless desire for blood and killing.

——"Shadow attack!"

A strange black shadow appeared behind the werewolf leader, and a deadly cold light flashed on the sharp short sword, sank into the back of the werewolf leader.

clang!

The gnoll leader suddenly turned around, and his metal claws resisted the deadly dagger.

Bang!

Then, a sneer appeared on the bloody face of the zombie leader, waved the heavy mace in his hand, and hit Horat's head with a fierce wind.

clang!

Thorne's figure quickly emerged, holding the Dark Ear Sword with both hands, struggling to resist the heavy mace that the werewolf leader was about to hit Horat's head.

A cold sweat flashed across Horat's cheek, and then he shouted softly, slamming his whole body into the chest of the werewolf leader. The short sword in his hand also took the opportunity to stab the heart of the werewolf leader.
To be continued...