At dawn the next day, when the sun's rays rose east of the dividing line between the desert and the rainforest, the deafening shouts of killing soon resounded once again on the otherwise empty battlefield.

The roar of arrows and magic was mixed with terrifying screams, and the sound of explosions and blades severing limbs echoed throughout the battlefield.

The scenes, which originally symbolized death and tragedy, have now made many professional warriors feel a little bored.

They have been fighting with the demons in this ghost place for almost a month, and they have been fighting back and forth every day with these few standard moves, and the most important problem is that they can't get any decent results in the end.

This kind of filming war has made many professional warriors numb to killing, and the dwarf warriors and dwarf blowers who are no taller than their knees have now become the last monsters many professional legionnaires want to see.

These ghosts can be reborn after being hacked and reborn, even if they are shattered by the corpse explosion of the necromancy, their sheer numerical base makes it impossible for this tactic to pose a bone-wracking threat to them.

But the most disgusting thing is the dwarf blowers.

The most sinister little ones love to do is hide in the middle of a large group of dwarf warriors and pull out a blowpipe to give you a poison blow arrow when you're not looking.

The blow arrows shot by the dwarf blowgun are smeared with poison that can make the victim of the hit itch and unbearable, this poison will not only make you uncontrollable on the battlefield, but even if it is dispelled in time, the feeling of tingling will still leave some psychological shadows in your heart......

But fortunately, the top of the front row on the battlefield are generally all kinds of summons summoned by professionals, although occasionally some paladins and barbarians are recruited, but with their physique, although this toxin is also very troublesome to them, it is far from being fatal.

The two sides of the war are armed with dwarfs who are not afraid of death, and on the other hand, they are summons who can replenish battle damage at any time and have the upper hand in quality......

Just as all the front-line professionals were once again engaged in a new round of meaningless confrontation with the dwarf clones of the Demon Legion, in the rainforest area at the edge of the battlefield, three legendary professionals and more than a dozen high-level professionals quietly slipped into the rainforest area from the corner that no one noticed.

They quickly leaped and moved from branch to branch in the jungle, two Legendary powerhouses leading the way ahead, and one Legendary powerhouse staying at the back of the group to prevent the team from being followed.

The group was covered with pure black linen cloaks, and their movements were light and silent, and they were very fast.

"How far is it?" One of the two legendary powerhouses who walked in front asked in a whisper.

"It's coming soon... However, Master Hodge said that the other party will definitely arrange for people to ambush us around, and please help us investigate. The other legendary powerhouse replied in a low voice, but the wording in his words was very respectful, obviously the other legendary powerhouse beside him had a lot of origins.

"I know." The legendary powerhouse who had just asked the question nodded lightly and replied in very concise words.

Then, a white light suddenly appeared from under his hood, and the light swept through the trees in front of him like a scanner.

"See, in the treetops in front of us on the left, there are twelve people, four legends, eight high ranks, about two thousand meters away from us."

"Understood, everyone, disperse!"

Another legendary powerhouse nodded quickly and let out a soft snort, and the high-level professionals who followed them immediately dispersed into the surrounding jungle.

"Heh... Hunter vs. prey? The three legendary powerhouses who remained in place gathered together, and the detective with a cold tone suddenly sneered lightly, flipped his right hand, and a dark gold longbow appeared in her hand.

Her hood slipped from her forehead, and a beautiful, cold face appeared in everyone's view.

"I'll leave it to you, Lord Sarah." The other two Legendary powerhouses glanced at each other, nodded at the Storm Queen, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Come out! As Amazon, if I can find you, you will naturally be able to discover me! ”

Sarah pulled the string of the longbow, and a blue magic arrow instantly appeared on the string.

She pointed her longbow at a large tree not far ahead, and cold words slowly spat out of her mouth.

"Huh! Storm Queen?! A voice full of contempt came from behind the trunk of the tree, and from the shadow of the trunk slowly emerged an Amazon dressed in brown leather armor with an eerie pattern of blasphemy on his face.

The dress on this woman's body is very "cool", and the hairstyle on her head is also quite trendy "sea head".

However, if you are a scholar who is familiar with the history of the Amazons, when you see an Amazon with such hair, you will know that this is not a "trendy hairstyle", but a symbol of traitors among the Amazons.

The Amazons worship the Storm Goddess, who is a female mermaid with long, flowing hair that spreads like a storm.

Among the Amazons, there was a "breast mitting" in the oldest era, that is, women would cut off half of their own ** and contribute it to the Storm Goddess as a gift, in exchange for the powerful power given by the Storm Goddess.

Later, after the inauguration ceremony of professionals gradually spread, the breast-cutting ceremony was slowly abolished.

But in addition to the breast-cutting ceremony, there is another ritual in the Amazons that has not been abolished to this day, and that is the "silk cutting ceremony" used to identify traitors.

Orthodox Amazonians are women who were born, raised, inaugurated and trained on the Howorth Islands.

The biggest difference between these women and the rest of the people who received the inauguration ceremony to become Amazonians was that they were still able to be taught the skills of the people who had been taught back in ancient times, before the professions were systematically formed, and the belief in the Goddess of Storms that had also been passed down since then.

This rigorous and systematic teaching had a great impact on the Amazon, a profession that used bows and arrows and javelins as weapons, and it can be said that the Howorth Islands are completely the mecca of all Amazonian dreams.

Two Amazons of the same level and equipment, the one trained by the ancient Amazons is fully capable of lifting the one that has not been trained by the ancient Amazons and hammering it.

However, ancient Amazon training was rarely open to outsiders other than the Orthodox Amazons, so training on the Howorth Islands has become a dream for all Amazons.

And all Amazons born on the Howorth Islands must believe in the Storm Goddess, otherwise you can't be trained and educated by the Amazons.

More serious acts of blasphemy are considered traitors, and Amazons who engage in such acts (e.g., cursing the Storm Goddess or the emblem of the Goddess of Filth) will be expelled from the Howorth Islands after performing the "Silk Sharpening Ceremony".

They are no longer considered to be an Orthodox Amazon, nor are they allowed to return to their homeland in the Howorth Islands.

Violation of this ban will result in hunting down and expulsion from the Storm Valkyrie Guard.

Standing in front of Sarah now is a guy who has undergone the "silk shaving ceremony", which is not just about shaving your head, the ancient secret recipe used by the Amazons will make half of your head never grow hair after the ceremony.

This is one of the few physical injuries that even a professional can't overcome, which means that once you've been shaved, anyone can recognize you as an Amazon traitor by their appearance.

"Rebel! You have betrayed the Lady of the Storm! And now he has betrayed humanity again! I can't believe those demon gods and demon kings can trust a guy like you!

Tell me, how long are you from betraying them?! ”

Sarah shouted in a cold tone with a dark gold longbow, the thick irony in her words that made her opponent grit his teeth.

"Storm Goddess's lackey! Remember my name! My name is Sheehan! You will die today by my spear! ”

The Evil Pacter Amazon Sheen snatched her right hand out of the air, and a pitch-black ghost spear that also shone with a dark golden light appeared in her hand.