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When the rushing ghost dragon Moros and the equally large fire demon rolled together, the blood demon had already led people to block the frost giant.

This is a giant more than five meters tall, wearing only a white leather armor on his upper body, a heavy gray felt around his waist, and a beast bone helmet decorated with feathers on his head, with a rough face and a hideous expression.

He walked with emotion, and every step he took shook the earth; On the left side of the waist is a huge bag, through the slightly open mouth of the bag, you can see the huge stones inside; In his right hand, he carried a huge battle axe, an ice-blue blade, which obviously had a magical effect.

Fortunately, this was not a frost giant mage, otherwise he would have been holding a thick willow staff instead of a battle axe.

However, the Bloodfiend didn't feel anything to be happy about, as the Frost Giant Warrior was still so difficult to handle. Even though he was only a warrior, he could still do simple frost armor and cold air, and even these two extremely simple spells combined with his brute strength were more difficult to deal with than the frost giant mage.

The tall and strong body, solid and dense muscles, and the frost armor with the ability to freeze made the frost giant warrior in front of him a hard bone that could not be gnawed. And the cold and freezing air combined with the powerful enchanted battle axe could not withstand even the fat abomination twice.

It can be said that the undead army is completely delaying the footsteps of the frost giant warrior at the cost of the death of the low-level undead, so as to prevent it from disturbing the already chaotic team of corpse witches.

The Blood Demon and the Blood Mage coiled around the Frost Giant Warrior in a swift form, occasionally going up to attack twice. While attacking, they also have to guard against being frozen by the frost armor, otherwise the opponent will chop down with a big axe, and there will be an extra mass of flesh and mud that cannot be distinguished. Every once in a while, they had to quickly retreat to the periphery, so that the ice flowers condensed on the meat wings had a time to thaw, otherwise if the speed slowed down, they would inevitably be slashed and killed by the other party on the spot.

Only the Blood Demon, relying on the blessing of the immortal aura, dared to provoke the Frost Giant Warrior, dangling in front of him, waiting for an opportunity to sneak up on his eyes, which was probably his only weakness.

The front line fought very hard, and the rear was full of chickens and dogs.

At the beginning of the war, the Corpse Witch Spell Casting Group was caught off guard by the 7 Great Demons, and before limiting the opponent's ability to maneuver and transfer, 23 Corpse Witches fell under the opponent's all-metal hammer. Later, at the cost of human lives, the dimensional anchor was used to restrain the other party, and the battle situation was initially stabilized.

The heroes of the cemetery who have been hiding in the shadows also appeared one after another, and began to "slay demons" in their own way.

One of the more eye-catching is the personal team of the dragon lich Uzel, in addition to the 7 high-level corpse witches who are draped in their bodies, they are the Drow priestess, the elite ogre, and a berserk giant ape. It's just that these alien meat shields all have dull expressions, dull complexions, and their bodies are painted with mysterious and mysterious patterns, and they have obviously been refined into corpse puppets by the dragon lich.

As for the Forgotten Mage Parkwick, he inserted the "Nether Guard" into the ground early, followed by two crystal clear ice demons like ice sculptures. As a special class of Graveyard with a level of up to 12, these two ice demons are undoubtedly the most cost-effective attendants.

The ice storm they unleash is huge, the individual ice cones are as thick as stone pillars, and they have the ability to freeze deeply during melee attacks, making them really good fighters who are proficient in fighting alone.

However, compared to the other group of rumbling hellfire battle squads, the ice demon seemed a little alone. The Hellfires formed in formation were tall and large, their bodies were full of fire, and the sacrificial aura was a powerful weapon for group injuries, so the moment they entered the field, they reversed the decline of the corpse witches.

Surrounded by hellfire and ice demons, the great demon who was limited by the dimensional anchor finally suffered from the teleportation technique. Under the leadership of the heroes of the cemetery, the assembled corpse witches stabilized their positions, and even if the great demon demon resistance was excellent, the continuous attack of the opponent could not withstand the continuous attack.

The Oblivion Mage's "Nether Blast", the Dragon Lich Uzel's "Aging", "Sluggishness", "Life Loss" and other insidious curses, and the high-level Corpse Witch's "Finger of Death", "Wave of Depletion", "Arrow of Bones", "Cardiac Arrest" and other series of attack spells, it is like a dark spell show, which descends on these great demons in turn, causing them to scream and roar incessantly.

At this moment, the entire Taffin Demon Group had already entered the hall and fought with the undead. The only exception is Taffin, the plane lord who is the head of the demons. For this Saint-level Soul Judge Demon with a level of 20, the top management of the cemetery naturally attached great importance to him, and was full of vigilance against his every move.

Looking at the many subordinates who were still dense on his side just now, and in the blink of an eye, he was lured to the periphery by the undead, Taffin shook his strong and broken body, and held the legendary wand of "deprivation" that can be called a sub-artifact in his left hand, and walked on the chaotic and bloody battlefield with a cruel smile on his face.

The heavy metal armor on the outside of Taffin's majestic body not only has strong protective power, but also effectively supports his scarred body. The undead creatures encountered along the way could not escape at all, and were either hammered into meat sauce by his thick arms or turned into human flesh bombs in unlimited expansion.

For a moment, where the plane lord passed, countless dark purple blood stains and fragments were left behind him.

However, his footsteps finally stopped, as an equally large and large body stood in his way.

"Is that you? Damned traitor! ”

Taffin's cold, merciless gaze moved away from Hilgai's signature demonic horns and pitch-black wings, and finally landed on a bloody skull hanging from his waist. It was the head of a great demon-level seductive demon, and the owner of this head was still vigorously provoking Hilgai an hour ago, and he didn't expect that it had become the other party's trophy now.

The feeling of deception and betrayal filled Taffin's heart, making him angry and dumbfounded, but the treacherous situation in front of him forced him to calm down.

On the opposite side, Hilgai's body covered with indigo scale armor was now enveloped in the flames of the abyssal that burned brightly, and the oppressive feeling brought by his huge size made all the people who faced him feel restrained. These abyssal flames that erupted from the cracks in the thick armor from the body of the Baroryan Demon were not exempt from a little magic resistance. Even with the magic resistance of the Taffin Holy Rank Demon, at a distance of 30 meters from Hilgai, he felt a trace of scorching heat.

It is conceivable that once the battle is fought, Taffin will inevitably suffer the flames from the Ballow Flame Demon at all times. This is an inexempt form of fire damage, and as long as you have not reached the level of flame immunity, you will inevitably have to suffer this kind of damage in the combat field of the Barlow Flame Demon.

Taffin's gaze wandered.

The sense of oppression brought by the other party's giant-like size was not worth mentioning, and the strange runes imprinted on the sharp horns of the black demon could not confuse a plane lord, as for the mysterious demon tattoo covering the whole body, and the pitch-black wings that were nearly 6 meters wide after the god behind it was unfolded, it was even more impossible to deter the Holy Rank Demon. But when this qiē was put together, Tafen was shocked.

A level 20 Saint-Order Demon!

The current Hilgai is showing his Barlow Flame Demon battle form, which is a real manifestation of the strength of a level 20 Saint-rank demon. If I'm not mistaken, 1 hour ago, this bastard guy was a level 19 pathetic creature with a curse in his soul. In just one hour, he returned to the level 20 holy order form, and the flavor contained in it could only be savored by the person concerned.

Without getting rid of the soul curse, it would be impossible for him to return to normal. Now that he has returned to normal, he must have removed the curse. Of course, Taffin knew this simple logic, but he was more concerned about something hidden behind this logic.

The situation in front of him may be a trap, and it is a trap laid by a Saint-Order demon.

So who is the prey?

In a short moment, the plane lord Taffin had already thought of a lot, but then these conspiracy calculations that made his head hurt were forgotten by him. He has seen a lot of intrigues and tricks for thousands of years, and although his body is already scarred, he is still standing here in a good manner.

What does the conspiracy calculate? Demons need strength, not calculation!

The sudden outburst of anger instantly ignited the fighting passion of the Holy Order Soul Judge Demon Ta Fon. At this moment, he was not a plane lord, not a demon lord, but a great Holy Order Soul Judge, Tafen.

Without the shouts of the crowd, the roar of battle that resounded through the battlefield was the best cheer, and without the rumbling war drums, the footsteps of the crushing gravel and constantly rushing were the best drum beats. Blood is splattering on the battlefield, broken limbs are everywhere, and at every moment, there are demons or undead dying. The extremely rich bloody aura and killing aura stimulated the blood of every combatant, waving the weapon in their hands vigorously, either killing or being killed, either of which could make them release the chaos and disgust in their hearts!

The young Li Xun successively exerted his "mechanical mind", "mental concentration", and "spiritual protection" to resist the sudden surge of killing intent and battle in his chest.

In addition to being sober, he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

The penetration of the Abyssal Will in the Abyss World is really everywhere and all the time.

Hiding in the rear of the big rear, Tong Guò Magic Water Mirror to peep at the development of the battle situation on the front line, can be infected and tempted by this abyssal will, then it is conceivable that those creatures in the battlefield, how much reason they still have left at this moment.

looked at the ghost dragon Morros, who was torn and bitten together with the fire demon, and even broke a large part of his ribs; Seeing that his body was already shattered, but he was lying on the Frost Giant's body, enduring the damage of the frost and insisting on piercing his body; Look at the hellfire that collapses in a formation and collides head-on with the big demons; Looking at the black-edged knights who kept having their comrades fall off their horses and still charged tenaciously, Li Xun's heart suddenly tightened.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, but he was slow to think and unwilling to continue thinking, just looking at the scenes in the water mirror in front of him mechanically and indifferently. His mind was empty but not empty, his spirit was quiet but not quiet, and the blood that flowed slowly in the veins of his temples fell on his ears with a loud explosion, which made his heart shocked and silent.

In front of him, the cemetery heroes, cemetery mercenaries, and cemetery soldiers are all fighting for him and fighting for him. What they reap is blood and tears, what they reap is scars, and maybe even death, but it is themselves who get glory.

What can I give them?

Glory to the warriors? The hero's mission?

At this time, he could no longer distinguish whether it was the will of the abyss or his own heart that affected his feelings.

Li Xun raised his heavy head and once again focused his gaze on the magic water mirror. At this moment, he no longer looks at the scene in front of him with a game mentality, and no longer deliberately ignores something with a digital mentality.

War is heavy, a heavy sense of responsibility that he is destined to not discard.

At this moment, he needs to look the war in the face!

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