The troll let out a dull roar. Their bodies suddenly became stained with a layer of purple, and at the same time, their strength became greater and their movements became much more dexterous. The thick trunk of the tree was still smashing straight up and down, but the sudden increase in speed made the paladins and the four King Kongs avoid one after another, and the pressure suddenly doubled.

Black barbs pierced through the skin, and in the blink of an eye, the shoulders of the Fallen Wizard were overgrown, and it looked like a pair of heavy shoulder armor. The screams of the Fallen Wizard became more high-pitched, and there seemed to be a specific melody in it, making those who heard it dizzy. They raised their bone staff in the air, and an obscure and filthy light spread out in all directions.

A gray mist rose from the gray wolf's gray fur and drifted around as the gray wolf moved and jumped. When several gray wolves gathered together to act together, the gray mist joined together, almost turning into a substantial cloak, completely covering their bodies.

And the goblins that have changed the most are the ones. The unremarkable and ugly little green-skinned monster adds to the mystery in the purple glow. Purple patterns emerged from under their skin, sharp black horns peeked out from their heads, and their bodies swelled around like inflated balloons.

Elune is a world of high magic, a world dominated by the laws of the "spirit". Mystic means unknown, and in the law of "spirit" means power. Goblins gain power as a result, gaining the power called "Order".

The most direct manifestation of this is that the goblins have become smarter. It was as if they had suddenly opened their minds, and instead of swarming together, they began to divide and cooperate, began to assess the situation, and launched attacks in an orderly manner. And the most incredible thing is that the goblin learned to "sacrifice".

At the very end of the preset trench, the hideous-looking goblin rushed forward a few steps without hesitation. Rulin's spear deflected slightly, and immediately pierced its body, leaving a hole between its chest and abdomen.

The soldier with the gun shook his wrist slightly, drew his spear with the skills taught by the instructor, and prepared to face the next goblin. Not wanting this goblin to be pierced through his chest and abdomen, he screamed, and grabbed the spear with both hands and pulled it back. The soldier who was caught off guard stumbled, and the spear in his hand almost fell off. The captain on the side immediately stabbed his spear obliquely, and the spear instantly pierced the goblin's arm, which made the soldier withdraw his spear.

Before the soldier could take a few breaths and calm down a little, more goblins rushed up. The little green-skinned monsters completely ignored the oncoming spears and launched a charge, and it can even be said that they directly hit the spear with their bodies, and after hitting it, they grabbed the spear with both hands and did not let it pull back.

The goblin, pierced by the spear, grabbed the spear so hard that the clan behind him flew at it, its short arms grabbing straight at the spear. This was followed by the third goblin, and the fourth goblin......

Goblins show more madness than fearlessness. They squeezed their flesh into the preset trenches and advanced against the piercing of their spears. Eventually, a spear stabbed by a soldier was caught by multiple goblins. The soldier struggled to pull back, but was unable to withstand the goblin's concerted efforts, and was dragged to the ground.

The soldier immediately let go of his spear and rolled over to his feet as he reached for the dagger at his waist. His movements were not unpleasant, and his reactions were quite quick, but the goblins who followed him were waiting for this moment. The little green-skinned monster holding on to its spear spread its hands almost at the same time, and then pounced on the fallen soldier. The soldier's movements as he rolled over were immediately deformed, and he was pounced on by four or five goblins.

- Damn!

Shi Chang and the soldiers around him soon found that their comrades had been dragged away by the goblins! But unfortunately, they are also facing this plural number of goblins, and they can't rescue them at all!

Goblins under the influence of Bloodlust and Berserk were already difficult to entangle, and at this moment they actually became brave and fearless, which no one expected. Unable to rescue, they had to watch their comrades resist from the beginning, to the subsequent blood splashing, and finally to no sound.

The dagger in the soldier's hand slit the throats of at least five goblins, but no fewer than ten goblins pounced on them......

The goblins quickly overwhelmed the preset trenches with their numerical superiority and sudden burst of fearlessness. However, in order to break through the trenches and enter the camp, they still need to ask the soldiers stationed in the trenches if they can say yes. The gray wolves don't have this concern, they can originally step on the goblin's head and jump over the fence, but at this moment, they directly turn into gray mist and pass through the fence, and then bite people when they see them!

Gray wolves have a strong sense of partnership and are also better at teamwork. They freely combined three or four horses and began to kill in small teams.

The smallest one in the small team is responsible for luring the enemy head-on, and the stronger one turns into a gray mist and goes around behind the target, hitting the target's throat and back of the heart.

The gray wolf that had climbed over the fence disappeared in a flash, and then the gray mist spread rapidly through the ranks of the soldiers, like assassins hiding in the shadows.

The long sword in the hand of the elder class was still pointing straight ahead. Beside him, there were many broken wolf corpses. Where the sword was pointed, a gray wolf the size of a calf lowered its body, bared a mouthful of sharp teeth, and slowly circled the old butler.

The Wolf King sensed threatened. Even though its green eyes had completely turned blood-red and there was little sanity left, it was still extremely cautious.

The elderly human in front of him was unlike any of the "two-legged beasts" it had encountered before. His breath was so sharp and sharp that it was dazzling just by looking at it. Such an opponent, the wolf king does not want to fight against it.

The purple glow grew deeper. The splendor of reason eventually vanishes completely, leaving only an endless desire for destruction and an extreme thirst for blood.

"Whew!"

The wolf king roared, and his body began to atomize. I saw that the "cloak" draped behind it was violently surging, expanding several times in an instant, and its body also turned into wisps of gray mist, scattering in all directions. In the next moment, the half-misted wolf king turned around and turned into a pillar of fog and attacked directly at the old man standing with his sword.

The elderly human maintained the posture of standing with the sword unchanged, but the staggered snow sword light lit up, turning into a dense network of light to protect the front of them.

The gray mist that came suddenly turned ninety degrees to the left, forming an arc behind the elderly human. However, before the pillar of fog could complete its turn, the new sword light lit up and turned into a dense sword net, cutting the pillar of fog into countless small sections.

The pillar of fog was massless and formless, and even if it was divided into countless small segments by the sword light, it was still moving, but it became a little thinner to the naked eye.

The slightly thin gray mist did not show any weakness, and suddenly expanded and exploded, turning into wisps and burrowing into the sword net. After burrowing into the sword net, the mist gathered again, turning into a bloody mouth and biting towards the back of the waist and abdomen of the elderly human. The elderly man turned sideways slightly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a full moon and fell. The sharp blade of the sword crushed the blood basin mouth first, and then swirled upwards and shattered the half-misted claw blade behind it.

There seemed to be a faint cry of a beast crying out in pain, but it was a roar full of majesty and at the same time terrible.

More gray wolves are leaping out of the frost and mist. Their eyes were red, and foul-smelling saliva was dripping from the long wolf snout. Judging by their shriveled stomachs, it was clear that they hadn't eaten in a while, and they needed flesh to fill their empty stomachs. Therefore, the gray wolves that appeared, no matter how big or small, rushed to the human camp as soon as possible.

When the wolf king's roar sounded, the gray wolves who had not yet crossed the fence stopped and looked back at the place where the roar sounded. Then they threw up their heads and let out a long roar, and they all turned their heads and pounced on the human who was standing with their swords.

Gray mist gathered in all directions, hitting the shiny sword net like a tidal wave.

Maybe it's because the gray wolves can't perfectly control their own abilities, or maybe the snow net is too sharp, and the gray mist will soon have more dots of red, and the air will have a strong smell of blood.

The militiamen formed a thick formation and fought the goblins endlessly; The White Lion Guards are divided into three groups, and where there is a crisis, they fill it; The elven archers abandoned the trunk where they had been hiding and retreated in small jumps. The frost and mist in the distance continued to churn, and from time to time a cyan wind blade and golden holy light shot out, and the troll's roar was low and penetrating, even the noise of the battlefield could not hide it.

Mildis looked around, his big eyes seemed to have a little more realization.

- The big guys are fighting! They are fighting with "Dusk"!

In the eyes of most people, "dusk" is a natural phenomenon before the sun sets, and it is a beautiful scenery that can be viewed. But if we know the secret of the secret, then "dusk" is an indescribable existence, an obscure and terrifying existence.

- "Twilight" is terrible, even more terrible than eternal chaos.

Inherited from the bloodline and the acquired magical education, Mirdis knew about the existence of "Twilight" for a long time. But what exactly is "dusk", he does not have an intuitive understanding. And at this moment, being on the battlefield, witnessing the purple light descending, all the chaos became extremely active, like chicken blood.

- Chicken blood? How to fight chicken blood? The big guy didn't make it clear!

The little dwarf doesn't understand the literal meaning of "beating chicken blood", but the actual meaning is understandable. And the purpose of the dark creatures of the activity, he also suddenly realized. A lot of half-understood knowledge suddenly became clear, and most of the fog that was originally shrouded in my heart suddenly dissipated.

He choked his mouth, wiped his eyes, and then pulled out a large topaz and placed it under the "Tinder" box.

- Click.

There was a slight opening and closing sound, and the topaz was closely connected to the "Tinder" box.

The little dwarf shook the "tinder" hard, then let go of his hand, and the "tinder" box immediately floated in the air. He tilted his head slightly and thought about it, then activated the flying spell that came with the wizard's robe.

Mildis rose into the air, holding the "tinder" up with both hands.

- Spells, what are spells, the big man said it! Oh, remembered!

"Civilization will not be extinguished, and the fire will not be extinguished!"