The Return of the Phoenix

Elder Mingying sighed. What he said just now was indeed a bit radical, and he hasn't reached that point yet, but if that time really comes, he won't be the only one who made the opinion and put that thing If it is released, I am afraid that other elders will agree.

For a while, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere fell into silence, and the surrounding air was momentarily depressing, making people feel heavy in their hearts, and at this moment...

The ground shook for a while, accompanied by the sound of shouting and killing, which directly reached the ears of the two of them.

The face of the purple-haired elder changed.

"Damn it, those people are attacking again."

The purple-haired elder only had time to say such a sentence, without even saying goodbye to Mingying, the whole person had already dodged towards the battlefield, and the speed was very fast, causing a series of afterimages on the spot.

Until his figure disappeared in front of Elder Mingying, another sentence came from far away.

"If there is any sign of your Highness coming out, remember to notify me."

Looking at the slow and unrestrained afterimage, Elder Mingying sighed. If he hadn't wanted to guard the holy tower, he would also have wanted to help on the battlefield.

At this time, on the battlefield, smoke and dust billowed, and the ground was dark red, already soaked in blood, with stumps and broken arms everywhere.

The clansmen of the Beast Realm surrounded the entire Beast Prison, forming a defensive line of beast walls.

Opposite them is a dense crowd of enemies wrapped in black robes and grimace masks on their faces.

After half a month of fighting, these people with ghost masks on their faces have left a great psychological shadow on the people of Beast Realm. They call them demons crawling out of hell, immortal ghosts.

Undead ghosts are not an exaggeration, but they are indeed unkillable.

Even if their heads were lost, their bodies were covered by attacks, they were crippled or their life gates were broken, they could still drag their tattered bodies to fight with the clansmen of the Beast Realm.

It doesn't even affect their flexibility at all.

In addition to them, the evil spirits behind them are also extremely difficult to deal with. When those evil spirits release their negative emotions and cover the battlefield, the tranced orcs will be reversely controlled by the opponent to fight back. own people.

Obviously they were brothers who fought side by side one second before, but the next second they could pull out their butcher knives, stab their brothers in the heart or cut off their heads, and became enemies of life and death.

Although the Beast Realm has always been at a disadvantage, even if the people of the Beast Realm have long thought of retreating, they still have the last hope for their own homeland, and it is this little hope that makes them persevere.

They were all waiting, waiting for the Highness who could turn the tide of the battle.

Although the Beast Realm has been crushed from the beginning of the battle, except for the heavy casualties at the beginning, there will be fewer Beast people dying every day than before.

Even because of the battle, the blood in the hearts of the orcs was aroused.

Even if the body is instinctively afraid, but they are orcs.

In the blood of the beast race, the natural cruelty and bloodthirsty were directly stimulated after the battle.

Especially now, at the moment when everyone in the orc clan learned that the enemy was going to launch the last attack, all of them were dispatched to annihilate the orc clan directly, the anger, ferocity, and complete eruption in their hearts.

It directly dispelled the instinctive fear of their bodies, and rushed towards those enemies, one by one fearless, showing their sharp claws, transforming into their own animal form, and intertwined with the enemies with bursts of roars

The two armies were just a moment of collision, and the sky was full of blood, like a little bit of Manzhusawa, slowly drifting away with the music of death.

The stumps flew up, the mournful wailing, and the angry roar awakened the unwillingness in the hearts of every orc.