ps: Dragon Boat Festival, eating zongzi, going to relatives, updating late.

Cape of the South China Sea, sea fleet.

Rollin was standing at the bow of the ship, holding a telescope in his hand, carefully watching the battle between the orcs and the undead in the cape, the battle was very fierce, the orcs were at a clear disadvantage, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing.

He issued the order: "Full speed ahead!" ”

The speed at which this orc died in battle was very alarming, and if he didn't support it, he would probably die out.

After giving the order, Luo Lin suddenly saw the magician Roman next to him who wanted to speak and stopped, so he asked, "What?" ”

Roman said softly: "Let them fight for a while, better, the best number is between ten thousand and twenty thousand." ”

The meaning of these words is a bit deep, there are more than 40,000 orc warriors, this power is too huge, it is really difficult to control, if it can be a little less, such as only one or two thousand left, then this power can be used as a powerful surprise soldier, in case the orcs counterattack, the consequences are also within the range that the human race can bear.

Roman was very calm when he said this, and the great cruelty was hidden in the calm, and in just one sentence, each word contained the lives of thousands of orc warriors.

Luo Lin was slightly stunned, a little hesitant, he did not object to Roman's method of slow support, orcs are orcs, they are alien races, they can be used, but there is no need to be merciful. If the orcs gain the power and when it is time to strike, these orcs will not hesitate at all.

He was thinking about how to make it seamless, flawless, and not jealous of the orcs!

He looked up, and suddenly saw a group of gargoyles flying towards the fleet in the distant sky, and his heart flashed and he had a way.

He ordered: "Twenty barrels, fog!" Get ready for battle! ”

The flotilla was moving slowly. That's because someone intercepted it, he didn't mean to delay time, even if the orcs suffered heavy losses, he couldn't be blamed.

Roman knew that Rollin had understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on his lips. Begin casting wind magic to help the fleet form fog.

It had already been perfectly rehearsed once in the waters near Vendôme, and this time the fog was much more proficient, and the fog quickly enveloped the entire fleet, and the fleet moved much slower in order to keep up with the fleet.

Gargoyles are really, really fast. Like subsonic planes, the fog of the flotilla was roughly formed, and they rushed over like cannonballs and plunged headlong into the fog, and the result spoke for itself.

There is too much to fly. Suddenly affected by the nemesis of the dead, there was no time to adjust the body shape and crashed directly into the ship, some somersaults in the air, some rushed into the sea, of course, more just flew and staggered, barely maintaining their body balance.

Without Luo Lin's orders, the various commanders on the ironclad battleship began to skillfully organize the attack. After a battle at Vendôme, do it again, and the enemy is smaller than the last time. There is no need to worry about any suspicious barrels, and the warriors are really easy and pleasant to deal with.

The number of gargoyles was rapidly decreasing, and like dumplings, they were constantly being shot down.

Rollin, as the commander, also didn't feel any pressure, and he didn't even pay much attention to the gargoyles. Still looking at the battle on the cape with a telescope, although he was prepared to slow down. But the orc must not die, or he will come for nothing.

I was watching. He suddenly felt a palpitation, and then an alarm came from his brain: "Found the Undead Sword Saint Moro Vogen!" ”

At the same time, there is also an image of a gargoyle riding on the back of a person, this person is dressed in a black robe, with an ordinary appearance and black eyes, it is not Moro Vogen.

Luo Lin was startled, feeling a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to his brain, immediately put away his binoculars, turned his head to look, and saw that Morovogen had reached fifty meters away, and was flying towards the ironclad battleship where he was with a gargoyle.

The other party obviously didn't expect the effect of the fog, and was a little surprised, but in Luo Lin's feeling, the vampire may have been greatly affected by the fog, but the death magic on Morovogen's body has not weakened, and it is still as deep as the abyss, giving people a sense of endlessness.

Rollin didn't dare to slack off, drew his moire sword, and with a flash of light all over his body, the power of anger was stimulated, and he did not move forward to meet him, but decisively stepped back, retreated into the archers and crossbowmen, and then pointed at the gargoyles sitting on Morovogen, and ordered: "Shoot him!" ”

Rollin was the commander of the fleet, his prestige was high, his order was the will of the soldiers, and with his voice, all the warriors turned their targets at the first time, nearly six hundred crossbowmen, and attacked at the same time.

"Peng!" There was a neat thud, and the bolts were like flying locusts, all of which were fired at Morovogen and his gargoyles.

The gargoyle was greatly affected by the nemesis of the undead, and he also rode a person on his back, so it was very difficult to fly, and in the face of such a dense attack at this time, there was no way to dodge, not only he couldn't dodge, but Morovogen also had nowhere to hide.

Morovogan immediately used the gargoyle's body as a shield, and at the same time, the sword in his hand swung so tightly that he heard a clanging sound, dense sparks appeared, and most of the crossbow arrows were blocked by him.

However, manpower is sometimes poor!

No matter how powerful a warrior is, in the face of more than 600 almost all-round sharp attacks, it is impossible to completely avoid damage.

After a volley, the gargoyle became a hedgehog, the holy power contained in the crossbow arrow burned its body, almost making him a fireball of holy light, it fell straight from the sky, and the morovogen on the gargoyle's back jumped to the ironclad battleship where Rollin was at the last moment, and he was hit by an arrow in his leg, waist, and left arm, these crossbow arrows were full of holy power, and Rollin clearly heard Morovogen's muffled snort, obviously hurt by the holy power.

As soon as he reached the deck, he rolled on the spot and hid in a cabin.

Rollin didn't chase after him, he knew that the other party's target was him, so he didn't stay on the battleship, but rushed along the deck, and then jumped up and jumped towards a merchant ship.

Once he reached the merchant ship, he jumped out again, leaping towards the next one, and he had to get within range of Narosa's attack before Morovogen could react.

Morowogan did not stay in the cabin for long, he recognized Rollin, and when he saw that he was about to flee, he immediately ran out of the cabin. The crossbow arrows on his body had already been pulled out by him, and black blood flowed from every wound, and there were still small pieces of holy power burning next to the black blood, these holy powers did not cause much damage to Morovogen, and the only effect was to successfully prevent the healing of the wound.

Originally, it was nothing. But it's bad in this place filled with undead nemesis smoke.

If he hadn't been injured, Morovogen's body would have been almost perfect, without the slightest hole or gap, and the undead would not have to breathe, so even if they were in the smoke, they would not be affected.

But now, the wound has not healed. The mist invaded through the wound, interfering with the power of death in Morovogen's body.

A peak powerhouse like him, the operation of the power in his body was almost flawless, but now that he was disturbed by such an accident, the overall performance of the power was suddenly affected that could not be ignored.

Morovogen rushed a few steps forward on the ironclad battleship. It was obvious that something was wrong, and his strength had been reduced by more than one percent compared to his heyday!

That's a big deal!

Since the last defeat, Morovogan has not taken Rollin lightly, and in terms of sword skills, he admits that the opponent is still one line higher, and his advantage lies in the strength of the strength.

Now, he believes that his strength is still superior to that of the other party, but the overwhelming advantage is gone. If he insists on catching up and fighting, and he is in the enemy formation at this time, the outcome is really unpredictable.

Damn it! Morovogen scolded. Seeing that Luo Lin was about to escape, he weighed a few flashes of thoughts, gritted his teeth fiercely, and continued to catch up.

This young man has a lot of potential, and if he doesn't kill it sooner, it will only get more and more difficult in the future. He fought this time!

He chased after him, and several fighters tried to stop him. But with a flash of the sword, the warriors fell to the ground in unison. Without any struggle, he just lost his breath.

As soon as the magician Roman raised his hand and chanted a spell, a thick wall of ice rose in front of Morovogen, blocking the path of the Undead Sword Master. Davy swung her staff, and a chain of ice formed out of thin air, winding around Morovogen's body.

"Shattered!" Facing the ice wall, the sword master stabbed out, and the tip of the sword flashed softly with a light like moonlight, and the ice wall that had just risen directly burst into pieces. The chains flew, the Juggernaut slashed with another sword, and the silver full moon suddenly appeared, 'Pong! 'The chains are turned into vapour and become invisible.

The magic attached to the two magicians' minds was shattered in an instant, and they both felt a huge shock in their hearts, and they couldn't even cast the spell again in a short time.

As soon as these two swords came out, the magician Roman had already recognized his opponent, and he exclaimed in shock: "Full Moon Sword Saint! ”

The sword is like a bright moon, and magic is like child's play, and there is only one full moon sword saint on the road with such means.

Roman shouted, and the warriors on the deck who were originally going to intercept the Sword Saint immediately instinctively retreated, not daring to stop the Sword Saint's path.

But ordinary warriors didn't dare to stop it, but there was still someone who dared, and that was the frost dragon Iona, who arrived as soon as possible with the help of her flying skills. And Narosa had just jumped from the ironclad battleship into the sea, and had only swam a short and half distance.

As soon as she came, she was in mid-air, her hands waving, and huge ice spikes formed in the air, whizzing towards Morovogen.

This is the sea, the absolute home of Iona, and she unleashes her advanced magic without any effort.

"Old man, you go to die." Iona was disgusted by the undead who had hunted her down.

Rollin turned his head and saw that Iona was almost oblivious to casting spells, a little better than last time, she hadn't forgotten that she had blessed her with a legendary-level defensive magic, but this fool, did she think that she could block the Sword Master's counterattack with this little means!

"Iona, get out!" Rollin yelled.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a blood-colored moon rising from the deck of the ironclad battleship, which was Morovogen's famous stunt Killing Blood Moon.

Killing night, blood moon rising, a sword vertically and horizontally, no one can stop it, it is a stunt!

The Blood Moon rose and slammed into Iona, destroying the flying Ice Spikes, shattering one of Iona's legendary spells, and finally crashing into Iona's talisman magic.

Transparent ripples appeared in front of Iona, and the legendary protective magic lasted for a moment, then shattered and dissipated, and the blood-colored light passed through Iona's body.

Time seemed to stand still, and the expression on Iona's face froze, and a faint surprise emerged, and then she fell from the sky, her dress fluttering like a leaf on the blue water. (To be continued)