Dale Seaworth led a team of nearly fifty people through the forest and followed the aura left behind by the Chaos Demons in a straight line in the direction of the witches.

From the corpses of the former reconnaissance team, Seaworth was even more certain that the witches might have completely surrendered to Chaos to gain such great power.

At the same time, he was even more worried about the many problems that the Paladin Expeditionary Force had shown after losing the care of Master Stannis.

On the previous battlefield, Lord Stannis's huge perception range directly made the paladins as if they had opened the whole map, and they could unscrupulously intersperse and sneak attack the weak positions of the Chaos demons.

The legendary paladins can easily analyze which enemies are capable of dealing with by their own pros and which ones need to be dealt with by themselves, so as to keep the paladins in order.

Dale Seaworth had thought that he had been his lieutenant for three years and was already a full-fledged commander, but when he was leading the team into chaos alone, he realized that he had been nothing more than a mouthpiece for conveying orders from Master Stannis.

Lord Stannis had drained most of the high-ranking paladins from the Paladin Expeditionary Force and left them in the Old World, and Dale Seaworth knew that the legendary paladins wanted to use the opportunity to establish themselves as commanders.

But now, Dale has begun to wonder if he is really capable of holding such an important position, and if those powerful colleagues are also in the team, maybe these dead comrades will have a different ending.

In Dale Seaworth's heart, the weakness only stayed for a second, and the fortitude returned to the face of the paladin: "Gather the formation, we continue to pursue!" Don't be blinded by the forces of chaos, under the sun, victory will be ours! ”

The Paladins took the lead at the front of the line, and as one of the few high-ranking Paladins, Dale Seaworth knew that he could not be like Lord Stannis, like a demigod on the battlefield, but he would do his best to become the shield of the Legion and the sword of the Legion!

Warrior Monk Tang Sanzang felt discomfort for a moment before, but with his amazing physique and willpower, the warrior monk just shook his head and got rid of the influence.

He ignored the little monster that had passed by him before, Tang Sanzang was very self-aware, those who crossed him could only let his companions deal with it themselves, it was impossible for him to give up the enemy in front of him to chase.

The enemy who had been injured by the warrior monk was now paralyzed to the ground, leaving only an empty layer of skin, as if the internal organs and bones inside were made up of those monsters.

"Little Demon?" The warrior monk vaguely remembered that before leaving his homeland, he had heard similar demons in the mouths of other people in the rivers and lakes, and it seemed to be very difficult.

"Since it's a demon!" The warrior monk's hands were wrong, and the two iron palms struck together, rubbing sparks.

The sparks seemed to ignite the palms and sleeves of Master Sanzang, and the strange flames enveloped the two arms of the warrior monk: "Flame Knife, please advise!" ”

Yang Yuefan relied on his half-spells, coquettish movements, and amazing taunting skills, and it didn't take long to steadily pull the patrol team of the two nearby holy warriors.

The origin of the profession of Hell Poet is a mystery, Xu Yichen has always maintained a state of cooperation with Yang Yuefan, and has never asked questions about his profession.

Unlike the Demon Hunters, the profession of Hell Poet is almost unheard of, not even in Kyle Mohan.

If it hadn't been marked out on the battle group page, Xu Yichen probably wouldn't even have a chance to know his name.

The black-robed wizard Victor, who had been secretly observing Yang Yuefan in the air, was also a little surprised.

Yang Yuefan seems to not only be able to use spells, play poems, have good stealth and assassination abilities, but also seem to have good defensive attributes.

Two consecutive golden bolts of lightning slashed at Yang Yuefan's body, almost piercing his armor, but the speed of the Hell Poet did not decrease, and he still shuttled through the trees at high speed.

At the same time, the aura abilities of the holy warriors of various attributes were also continuously inflicting elemental damage on Yang Yuefan.

Although the damage caused by the aura is not strong, the range is large, and with the paladin using the aura as the origin, it can be extended outward to a circular area with a radius of about fifteen meters.

Although the damage decreases with distance and does not stack with the number of users, on the battlefield, this aura that can follow the movement of the paladins is definitely a big killer!

The black-robed wizard Victor has been growing in the Far South Colonies for more than ten years, and he has no idea about the changes in the outside world, so he can't help but be a little frightened.

This kind of skill, these religious maniacs didn't know it before, could it be a new type of divine art that has only recently appeared?

On the other side of the Black Forest, the Assassin Fan Li, who was responsible for creating chaos, was already covered in blood.

Fan Li flipped the battle axe in his hand, threw out the brains stuck to it, and leaned on the bunker composed of several corpses, panting heavily.

The camp looked like it had been swept over by a giant beast, with tents overturned, fences kicked down, and wooden crates of supplies scattered to the ground.

Spellcasters of less than ten people stood at the edge of the camp, vigilantly looking around the surrounding buildings, and occasionally fired a flaming arrow, setting fire to the tents around them.

It was as if there was an enemy hidden inside every tent, an axe hidden behind every wooden box, and an assassin lurking at every high point who could do justice at any moment.

The mercenaries tasked with protecting the spellcasters suffered heavy casualties, and most of the corpses that could be found everywhere in the camp were contributed by them.

This thirteen-member mercenary team was originally called to do odd jobs, and only the captain and deputy captain were low-level professionals.

By this time, the old captain, who was over forty years old, was already lying on the other side of the camp, and the cause of death was a tomahawk that had his skull shattered.

Only the vice-captain, who was in his early twenties, stood with the casters, the longbow in his hand moving from one target to the next.

Several casters who had changed their mechanical eyes adjusted their vision mode to the less reliable temperature detection mode.

However, the burning tents around greatly interfered with this magical version of thermal imaging, and Fan Li, who had a good performance in the reserves, leaned on several corpses that had just died.

Relying on the residual warmth of the corpse to cover his whereabouts.

"Half of the people were hacked to death, so the mission should be completed, right?" Fan Li cautiously observed the chaotic camp, and felt that it was really chaotic enough: "Why hasn't he come back?" ”

The dedicated and patriotic Fan Li planned to carry out the orders of his superiors to the end, and used the standard prostrate movement to go around behind a tent without making a sound, intending to kill a few more blind ones.

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