The Crypt Lord Bethrichan ate today's breakfast, a pair of boys and girls sent by the gray dwarves. He felt that the taste was very problematic, and the pair of "boys and girls" had definitely given away a blood, and he immediately became furious. The gray dwarves who had come to "deliver food" crawled on the ground and begged for mercy, and promised to send ten more pairs of real boys and girls when they returned, and they were all young teeth that were absolutely impossible to send blood, which finally made the exposed big insect barely calm its anger.

As a result, the Crypt Lord was in a very bad mood all morning, and the low air pressure enveloped his almost elephant-like body, as if it was about to condense into a dark substance visible to the naked eye. His subordinates, mainly the Minotaur and Werewolf, who are known for their courage and brainlessness, also did not dare to take a mouthful, and hid to the side tremblingly, for fear that they would be displeased with their big insect lord and be directly regarded as a meal.

"The most annoying thing in the world is waiting. Why don't you rush down the mountain and catch a few black-skinned rabbits with smooth skin and tender flesh and come back for a meal. After being irritable for a long time, Bethrigan finally couldn't bear it anymore and said so to his military adjutant. This is a middle-aged "human" with thick hair all over his body, and at first glance he looks like a middle-aged "human" who has not fully evolved. He was a sturdy man with a majestic appearance, but he wore only an ordinary linen coat, and he looked like a bandit.

Strictly speaking, this guy is really "human", at least genetically. Of course, when he changes his appearance due to some kind of demonic explosion in his body, he will become a monster that only knows how to kill. At least, though, when he was still in human form. There is still some rationality and wisdom in his brain, which is much better than most minotaurs who lack roots in their heads. And I finally read a few books on the art of war produced by humans and elves, and I have a little knowledge of military organization and scheduling. So he also won the trust of the Crypt Lord.

"Confronting us is a group of underground indigenous light infantry. Although I don't know where the natives came from, looking at their obscene and short appearance, it is estimated that their combat effectiveness is not much better than that of goblins. The werewolf adjutant thought for a moment and said, "It is estimated that one charge can destroy the other party." As long as the action is fast, the rest of the Drow's troops will definitely not be able to react, and if they are lucky, they may really be able to catch a few elves who are overseers. ”

"Then everyone will have a share." The big bug was very satisfied, and immediately drew a flatbread. It's a brutal Crypt Lord, though. But the reason for witnessing is still understood, and it is very impossible to gather such a stormtroop composed of all the powerful werewolves and minotaurs under his command.

The werewolves and bull-headed officials present all cheered, and the ghosts cried wolf. They are all carnivores, but their favorite food is the flesh of intelligent creatures, especially elves, which are beautiful and vital creatures, and more importantly, they can take turns to be cool before they have a good time. An elven captive can satisfy them from taste to stomach and even the lower three inches of the abdomen. That's great......

Now that you've made your decision, let's send troops. It just so happened that none of the King of Rock Hidden and Queen Rose, as well as the so-called Four Heavenly Kings, arrived on the battlefield. All the Crypt Lords in the entire Plain of Lantirio are theoretically of the same rank, and no one will cure Bethrigan for the crime of "starting a war". He thought about it carefully, and felt that since it was necessary to solve it quickly. Just take all your men down the mountain. Anyway, they are all strange monsters that are not much slower than war horses and speed dragons when it comes to running, and when it comes to mobility, they can definitely be regarded as fighters in the infantry.

What's more. If he didn't bring all his subordinates, he wouldn't have a bottom in his heart. To know. The dark region is no better than the surface, although these monsters living in the underground world generally have dark vision, and can recognize the scene in the world where they can't see their fingers, but this is also a great distance limit. It can't really be compared to the sunny surface world. The werewolf scouts under the command of Bethrigan have indeed seen that the enemy facing them head-on across the entire plain is a group of small and obscene indigenous races, but it is really difficult to tell how many people there are on the other side. If you want to get closer, maybe you will be shot into a honeycomb by a flurry of arrows, and it doesn't matter if people die, but wouldn't it be a great sin not to send back important information?

Indigenous races like goblins and kotao fishmen are demoralized. If they don't gather a sufficient number of their kind, they won't dare to go to the battlefield at all, and if that's the case, then do it. Anyway, after more than a thousand years, this is how the Crypt Lords use their soldiers.

"In that case, there should be a lot of people on the other side, right? Although I don't worry about the combat effectiveness of a group of natives who are about the same level as goblins, if there are too many enemies, it will be a problem to be entangled......" The big bug stood in his own position and estimated the army on the other side, and then ordered the whole army to be reorganized.

But at this time, his military adjutant suddenly shouted: "Master, look at it...... Be careful, heavenly! ”

The Crypt Lord subconsciously raised his head, only to see a crimson fireball suddenly sliding across the sky, emitting a piercing whistling sound. Before he could react, the fireball had already landed with a "boom", exploding a brilliant and brilliant spark in front of his troops.

Strictly speaking, the explosion was still a few meters away from the Minotaur soldiers at the front of the line, but the sparks that flew out were too far away, and it obviously contained a certain amount of magical power, and it actually ignited the dried hair of several Minotaurs. The unfortunate bullaurs who had won the jackpot let out a cry of pain, and quickly lay their bodies on their stomachs in the wet soil, which was a tumbling, and the surrounding companions also rushed up to extinguish the fire, which immediately caused a rush of scramble.

"What is that, even if it's a dwarven tower siege vehicle, it can't fly that far, right?" The Crypt Lord hissed in anger.

"Maybe it's some kind of magic that increases the range of the alchemy stone projectile?" The werewolf lieutenant didn't understand magic, so his tone naturally seemed a little hesitant.

"It's possible......" The Cryptlord replied nonchalantly, his compound eyes widening as he nervously scanned the field across from him. The dark vision of this group of demon gods' bug grandchildren is very amazing. Soon at the foot of the mountain, enemy soldiers were seen in a phalanx. I don't know when, the enemy has unknowingly touched a place that is only a few miles away from him.

"This ...... It seems like a few thousand, right? What a guts! What a daring! Such a few people would dare to come to the door and provoke me. Provoke me, the great Crypt Lord Bethrigan! "The Crypt Lord did feel humiliated, though he didn't have a face. But I still feel that my face is hot and painful. I was going to sneak attack myself, but I was attacked first, which is really ...... It's embarrassing.

He was about to give the order, when two more sounds rang out at the same time. This time, the accuracy of the large fireball was much higher, and they all fell into the densest part of the crowd, taking the lives of more than twenty minotaurs and werewolves at the same time, and screams of pain and panicked screams rang out. Werewolves and minotaurs, though brave, are not emotionless machines, and can still feel pain and fear.

"There are top-tier battle spellcasters in the enemy formation. And more than one. "As the Crypt Lord, Bethrigan is certainly not a magic junior brother, he can judge that he can take away dozens of subordinates' fireballs in an instant, but it is definitely not something that a junior brother who fights magic can master. A moment of anger quickly turned to ecstasy. In his opinion, soldiers are renewable resources, but good spellcasters are precious strategic consumables. Since the other party is so big and dares to bring such a few people to the door, of course he doesn't have to be polite. As long as you can rush down, kill those spellcasters. A few hundred more deaths are acceptable.

A force of 4,000 minotaurs and 1,000 werewolves, plus a super large bug, rushed down the gentle hillside south of the Guteng Mountains, and pounced on the enemy who had already formed a formation under the gentle slope.

"Charge! Charge! Assault of the whole army! The Crypt Lord wielded his mantis-like claws. There was a roar, and then he rushed to the foot of the mountain. This brutal but very shareable Bethrichan is actually a super martial arts faction among the Crypt Lords. He was keen to lead the charge himself, and he enjoyed the impact of his enemies being crushed into pieces of flesh and blood in his own hundred feet that seemed to be made of steel.

Yes. War, praise the war! If there is no war. How much fun my life will lack!

As he charged, he conjectured, the wings of the insect covered in purple-gold carapace on his back unfolded, revealing a densely covered belly. Dense plagues and explosive borers swooped out of the nests that hid between the folds, buzzing with a scalp-tinging buzz and swept across the sky.

This is one of Bethrichan's favorite tactics, and in the midst of the charge, he is the first to let his pets attack - borers created by their own magic and internal nutrients. The splash venom and explosions created by hundreds of small bugs can easily disrupt the enemy's formation, and the enemy's light infantry will be the target of slaughter by these violent werewolves and minotaurs.

"Victory is at hand!" He looked at the swarm that was already half a step away from the opposite side, and wondered. But then, the sudden heat wave made the hundred feet under him almost stumble, and the crypt lord only felt a flower in front of him, and his sight was suddenly deprived of nearly a second, and his heart couldn't help but tighten - although he actually didn't have a heart.

In the sight of the big bug's recovery, a wall of fire more than two meters high and nearly 100 meters long suddenly stood between the array of borers and enemy troops. The swarms of poisonous and explosive magic could not break through this blazing artificial moat, but they lacked wisdom and only knew how to move forward, and they were reduced to ashes in the scorching flames. Hundreds of bugs, a number that would take a powerful crypt lord like Bethrigan to raise for nearly a year, were wiped out without a single achievement.

"Such a long wall of fire? Hmph, there are indeed spellcasters in the enemy army! Maybe she's still a Shadow Master. Far from being sad, the Crypt Lord became inexplicably excited.

The Crypt Lord Bethligan said that the best food he had ever eaten was of course the Drow Elves, and the best of the dishes was naturally the Shadow Priests whose flesh and blood flowed with vitality and magic. But so far, he has only had one experience. It was more than 300 years ago that he and his three brothers successfully attacked a drow elf force and severely wounded the shadow priest who led the group and captured it.

With the poor Drow woman's deathbed screams, the four Crypt Lords dismembered each other alive, one for each worm, and Bethrigan himself for a thigh. To this day, he can't forget the pleasure of the other party's flesh and blood flowing in the abdominal cavity full of infinite power, it is almost the feeling of being able to make himself fly, and it is still so unforgettable when he recalls it.

"The feast is just around the corner! If I capture her, I don't need to share it with anyone else? He thought to himself, then quickly stopped, meditating on the magic and spiritual power in his body, preparing to unleash a powerful ring of ice to destroy the wall of fire.

But at this moment, the whistling sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded. But in fact, before the Crypt Lord could catch the sound of the void, an explosion had already sounded around it.

"Isn't this scientific? Why was she able to maintain the wall of fire and unleash magical attacks? Could it be that there are actually several shadow priests hidden in this small team of a few thousand people? But this is really unscientific! The caster of this kind of combat power is not a cabbage that is everywhere, how can it be casually deployed into a cannon fodder native army......" The crypt lord, who was dazed by the sudden explosion, thought in a daze, and the ring of ice naturally couldn't be released.

The minotaurs and werewolves also rushed to the wall of fire at this time, and quickly stopped, but some unlucky people who couldn't stop the car just crashed into the wall of fire, turning into ashes in an instant, and couldn't even scream. The ferocious charging monsters hesitated for a moment, and the formation became even more chaotic.

In an instant, and hearing the vibration of a series of bowstrings behind the wall of fire, the dense arrows drew a perfect parabola, drew out from behind the wall of fire, and fell into the dense group of monsters. Fortunately, this is not an elven longbow, and its destructive power and hits are not satisfactory, and it will not do much damage to thick-skinned monsters like minotaurs and werewolves, but it will be enough to deal another blow to their morale.

"What is this? Will a wall of fire stop you? Jump over for me! The werewolf lieutenant of the Crypt Lord roared, waving his two large claws, but he still remembered grabbing one of his subordinates and commanding in a low voice: "These enemies have demonic energy, they are not so easy to deal with, and there are at least ten or more high-ranking shadow priests among them!" You hurry up and ask for help from King Xiakui, who is stationed in the Red Fungus Depression. Ten Drow priests, such a great merit...... That greedy old fish will never give up! ”

I have to say that the werewolf adjutant's judgment has his justification. He originally thought that this was just an indigenous cannon fodder force, and his own strong werewolves and minotaurs could certainly deal with it, but now judging from the magic configuration of the other party's strength, it was obviously a "quite elite ace army", maybe it was the secret weapon of the Marassa city-state. Werewolves and minotaurs, though fierce and lacking magical countermeasures, had to ask for the help of the nearest allies, the Koutao Fishmen, who had gathered tens of thousands of people.

This group of weird and ugly-looking amphibians, although their ability to fight hard battles is similar to that of goblins, their magical affinity is very strong, and it is easy to give birth to talented spellcasters. Of course, due to the average IQ of the race, high-level spellcasters who can go head-to-head with the Shadow Priests are basically wooden, but when the number accumulates to a certain extent, it can also produce qualitative changes.

"We'll have to hold on until reinforcements arrive, well, and we'll have to drain the magic of those priests to the maximum. When those fishmen arrive, victory will still be ours! The werewolf adjutant thought so, and suddenly felt a sense of sacred mission. Although, he didn't know until now, the so-called "more than ten high-level shadow priests" was only one person from beginning to end. (To be continued......)