The new era of chaos begins in the Song Dynasty

Chapter 397: Fight and Retreat
Ergou charged all the way and killed eight elite war blood disciples in a row. Although each duel was an instant kill, the mental and physical energy consumed was even more terrifying than if Ergou had fought eight fierce battles.

Such a huge consumption of vital energy was too much for Ergou, who had an outstanding bloodline talent, to bear.

Therefore, when faced with the next few war blood bandits, he avoided them all and did not continue to rob and kill them.

In this way, Ergou avoided more than a dozen war bloods, and then fell into confusion and panic.

How come there are only so few evil demons left? Where is the main force of the evil demons?

Ergou had previously conducted special reconnaissance and found that he could not defeat the more than 90 powerful war blood followers head-on. It was only because he took into account that most of the Blood Lord's followers were stubborn that Ergou dared to engage in a fight with the enemy.

As for why Ergou didn’t think that it was the high-elite team that wiped out the main force of the War Blood Bandits 100-man Group?

Stop it!
Not to mention the war blood bandits, even if it was a group of wild beasts, it would be impossible for a hunter to defeat them all with just one tactic.

In Ergou's expectation, it would be a blessing if the high-precision team could use the trap and kill tactics to kill one-third of the enemy's manpower.

Don't say that the war blood bandits have dispersed their organizations? There is information isolation between them.

This is impossible.

Because the followers of the Lord of Blood have a mysterious sense of changes in the battlefield situation, especially the casualties on both sides.

If more than two-thirds of the demons were really lured to death, the other war blood followers would definitely feel it and become alert.

Ergou was very worried that the main force of the evil demons would be divided to strangle the high-elite team.

Therefore, he did not dare to delay any longer and immediately followed the trail to find the whereabouts of the main force of the Blood Cult and the high-elf team.

Soon after, Ergou found the place where the High Elves ambushed the War Bloods for the last time.

It was a pretty good terrain for an ambush, but there lay the body of a dead high-elf, with his head cut off by the enemy.

Through the hideous cut on the neck, Ergou could even tell that the poor high elf was still alive when his head was brutally cut off. In order to cause more pain, the murderer even used a blunter cutting tool, such as a serrated axe.

In addition, Ergou also found a broken palm belonging to a high-level expert.

There is no doubt that the High Elite Team is in crisis.

However, as Ergou reconstructed the scene and process of the battle in his mind based on the traces left on the snow, he discovered the reason why the trap went wrong.

There is only one enemy. Judging by the strength of the eight war blood disciples that Ergou killed instantly, theoretically, it is not beyond the capabilities of the high-elite team.

But the high-precision team failed miserably.

Especially the dead high elf, who didn't seem to put up any resistance, but had scars on his body from being severely injured by another weapon.

Now, before the trap was carried out, the poor high elf was already injured.

Moreover, Ergou judged based on the battle traces of other high elves that the combat condition of all the high elves was not very good. It was obvious that the fatigue caused by long-term fighting affected their combat effectiveness.

After reviewing the situation to this point, Ergou couldn't help but sigh. These high-level creatures didn't seem very smart and clearly didn't know how to stop when they were ahead!
Of course, no matter how much he sighed, the first thing he had to do now was to find the remaining high-elite team members.

Especially according to the traces on the snow, the evil murderer is still hunting down the remaining members of the high-elf team.

Ergou did not hesitate for long. He did not even have time to bury the body of the dead Gao Jing. He followed the snow footprints left by both sides and accelerated to catch up.

It’s not that Ergou doesn’t understand the principle of being buried in peace, but compared to burying the bodies of the dead, Ergou believes that saving the high-precision teammates who may still be alive is much more important.

On the way of pursuit, Ergou saw more traces of fighting between the two sides.

Through these traces, Ergou discovered some pretty good news.

The war blood bandit who broke through the net and fought back was not in a hurry to kill the high elf team. Instead, he drove them away slowly and played with them like a cat playing with a mouse, and created psychological pressure on the high elves in a way that seemed urgent but was actually a relaxation.

As for how Ergou figured it out?

Very simple. Based on the traces left by the battle between the War Blood Apprentice and the High Elite Team's rearguard, Ergou could easily see that the War Blood Apprentice clearly had an absolute advantage. It could have killed its opponent directly, but it deliberately only injured it and even gave the rearguard enough time to escape.

For a hunter who has an absolute advantage, this is not about letting the enemy go, but about creating panic among the prey.

This war blood demon is very smart and also very ambitious.

Because its goal is not only to satisfy the desire to kill, but also to harvest a wave of fat enough souls of fear to obtain the greatest profit.

The greed of this ambitious man also gave the members of the high-elf team an opportunity.

As long as these high elves are strong-willed enough and do not lose their sanity before Ergou finds them, Ergou will have a chance to save them from the clutches of the War Bloods.

Of course, if the High Elves lost their sanity too early and were killed by the War Bloods ahead of time, Ergou would be helpless and even he himself would have to find a way to escape.

Ergou doesn't want to face a war blood disciple who has been upgraded to a demon. That is a more terrifying existence than the Bronze Bull Warrior.

Fortunately, when Ergou really caught up with the remnants of the High Elf Squad, they were still struggling.

All six high elves were present, and they were all covered in scars, as if they had been tortured.

They seemed to still have some fighting power, including Salir who had a broken hand, but it was still questionable how much fighting power he had left.

Opposite to them was a super war blood disciple who was nearly ten feet tall. Compared to the sturdy and strong other war blood disciples, this fellow was a little thinner, with a lion's nose, a wide mouth, a prominent head, and long arms like an ape. He held upside down a wheel-shaped axe with a jagged axe blade like a saw.

The most frightening thing is that this guy is holding the head of the dead high spirit.

Even though only the head was left, the high elf was not completely dead yet.

He wailed and screamed.

Sometimes he sobbed quietly, begging the blood followers to let him go; sometimes he cursed loudly, accusing his high elf companions of ignoring him and allowing him to sink into the abyss.

Sometimes he would let out a shrill laugh, inviting the elves to join him in suffering.

The two high elves could not bear the torture of this poor soul and could not help but jump up and rush towards the blood man, wanting to kill it, or be killed by it. However, the cunning war blood man was not in a hurry to kill these "lambs" that were about to mature. It grabbed the long hair of the screaming high elf's head and used it like a meteor hammer, knocking the desperate high elf away in a few strokes.

And when that "High Elite Meteor Hammer" collided with his former companion, he would still scream angrily: "Damn Tesser, you hurt my nose!"

This seemingly joking conversation between companions is the most deadly to the high elves who are still struggling.

The desire for life, the fear of death, the despair for former companions sinking into the abyss, and a trace of indomitable spirit unique to intelligent life, all mixed together to create the most mellow soul wine for evil spirits and the best gift to offer to the Lord of Blood.

Even just the process of conception and realization allowed this war blood warrior, who was originally not outstanding among his peers, to grow to a level almost equal to the Bronze Bull Warrior in a very short period of time.

One can imagine how richly the "generous" Lord of Blood would reward this cruel demon with if it completed the final harvest.

Just as this warblood was imagining a "bright" future, he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist. He looked down, only to find that the arm that had been holding the [Heart-Eroding Soul Skull] had already been cut off at the wrist.

The war blood warrior didn't even have time to think, his body had already instinctively raised the wheel-toothed axe to block the knife that was coming towards his thigh.

The collision between the serrated axe and the serrated broadsword was like thunder and sparks flew everywhere. The huge impact force even made the war blood disciples who were caught off guard couldn't help but take two steps back.

At this time, the attacker hooked his foot and kicked the fallen arm of the war blood disciple and the screaming high elf's head to the side of the high elf team.

Then Ergou's thoughts echoed in the frightened Gaojing's mind: "Protect the evil demon's hand and Gaojing's head separately, and don't let the evil demon take them back!"

The fierce fighting awakened the high elves whose morale had fallen to the extreme. Several of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Then the two bravest high elves each grabbed the head of their former companion and the giant hand of the evil demon, and separated them with some effort.

During this process, the high-spirit head was still screaming: "Feigel! Gently! Gently! Damn it! You pulled off my flowing golden hair!"

After separating the two evil creatures, the two elves grabbed them and tried to run away.

Before they could run far away, Ergou's angry curse rang out: "Two idiots! Don't leave me too far! Otherwise, how can I protect you!"

The high elves stopped in confusion and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

The blood warrior with a broken palm could not fully exert his combat power with only one hand. He swung his battle axe to barely resist Ergou's attack, cursing: "Despicable attacker! Where is your courage?! You have no martial ethics! This is unfair!"

At the same time, the War Blood Cult was struggling to rush towards his broken palm. After losing one palm, its strength was reduced by at least 40%, which made it somewhat powerless when facing an almost evenly matched opponent like Ergou.

As long as it can get back the broken palm, it will only take a breath to reconnect it, and then it can counterattack with great force.

At least that's what the Warbloods think.

Of course Ergou would not be so foolish as to allow the enemy to recover his strength, otherwise why would he launch a surprise attack? Wouldn't it have been more face-saving for him to just show off and appear in a cool and impressive manner?

Besides, being fussy about face when dealing with evil spirits is like looking for shit with a lantern in the toilet.

Even a fool wouldn't be so stupid.

Therefore, Ergou tried his best to stop the war blood disciple from getting closer to his broken palm during the fight, but the evil demon was very strong. Even though Ergou was as strong as it, he was unable to stop it due to the size difference and could only delay it.

However, the high elf holding the evil demon's severed hand did not know how to dodge when he saw the war blood disciples approaching desperately, but just stood there in a daze.

Ergou attacked the evil demon frantically while shouting, "Feigel! What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Get out of here with your evil hand!"

The high elf Figger finally woke up from his dream, holding the blood disciple's severed hand and fled in panic like a frightened rabbit.

This happened again and again, and the high elves finally understood Ergou's plan. They surrounded Ergou and the evil demon not far away, watching the man and the demon fighting hard. They neither went forward to cause trouble, nor went too far away. If the war blood followers intended to take back the severed palm, several high elves would take turns flying a kite with the severed palm to walk the dog (the demon).

They just watched and pulled, causing the evil demon to run away in pain.

Unfortunately, no matter how violently the evil spirit ran, it could not break the psychological trap that Ergou had set for it.

Under normal circumstances, War Blood Cults are not stubborn enough to seek death. If they really encounter an opponent they cannot defeat, they will know how to avoid the opponent's attack and will abandon their weapons and flee.

The more intelligent and high-level demons are, the better they are at this.

The bloody disciple with a broken hand in front of him is the best among them. Even the Bronze Bull Warrior may not be as cunning as this guy.

Under normal circumstances, seeing that he couldn't do anything to Ergou, this guy would definitely turn around and run away, and then call his accomplices to come and take revenge.

But Ergou cut off its palm and controlled the war blood disciple so that he could not retrieve the remaining limb.

Once the demons of the War series lose their limbs in the war but do not die and return to the subspace, what they lose is not only their flesh and blood, but also a corresponding part of their demonic essence.

The essence of this missing part is actually a temporary return to the evil realm of the subspace.

If a demon with a missing part cannot recover the lost part of its essence in time, which is reflected in the real world as regaining the missing limbs, then it is very likely that it will lose this part of its essence forever.

The scavengers in the demonic realm will be happy to seize this "long-term" unclaimed demonic essence to strengthen themselves.

If you lose a limb like the Blood Disciple of the Broken Palm War, you can also cut off the limbs of other evil demons or even giant beasts (which also contain the fragments of the original owner's soul or some evil essence) and connect them to your own broken wrist.

Although it has new limbs, the essence of this demon itself is no longer perfect, and the upper limit of its future growth becomes extremely limited, unless it can find the demon thief who stole the lost part of its demon essence and get back what it has lost.

It’s a pity that the possibility of success in doing this is even 100 million times more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

The Broken-Hand Demon is an ambitious war blood warrior. If there is any possibility, it does not want to give up its original limbs.

What's more, Ergou and his men left much more hope for the Broken-Handed Blood Disciple.

As long as the War Blood Cultist could move a little faster, as long as Ergou's interception was a little lax, or as long as the High Elf responsible for holding the severed palm and pulling made a mistake - especially as these High Elfs were already covered in wounds and their physical strength was almost exhausted, the possibility of them making mistakes would be one thousand percent - then it could get back what belonged to it.

Rounding off all the possibilities, the Warblood optimistically believed that the chance of him getting his limbs back was also one thousand percent.

In this situation, how can you expect Lord Evil to give up? !
How can I give it up? !
Which war blood warrior doesn't have a dream of becoming a great demon?

If you are a real war blood bandit, you must fight!
Then, it destroyed itself.

(End of this chapter)