Lord Roar

Chapter 334 Purgatory
Rommel stared blankly into the air, only to see a huge rift in the void appear above the position of the central army of the advance army at the rear at some point.

Accompanied by an ancient, powerful, and mysterious aura, a huge longbow with a simple style and lightning flashing all over its body slowly floated out from the crack in the void.

Hurent, who was riding on the ground dragon, shouted in horror: "Different space god name weapon."

It's a pity that he is too far away from the orc army, and it's useless even if those Behemoth fighters can hear it.

Many Beamon orcs raised their heads and looked at the sky in a daze.

As if the God of Thunder and Lightning wanted to cleanse all the sins of the world, the huge longbow shot out a sharp black arrow that shone with lightning, and it stuck straight into the ground.

As if time was frozen, the Beamon orcs only had a white glow in their sight, and they couldn't hear the slightest sound in their ears.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny lightning bolts exploded.

The Beamon orcs who touched the tiny lightning turned into charred corpses without any accident.

Under the protection of the crowd, Rommel's body trembled slightly, his eyes were full of fear, he was a little thankful that he escaped from the position of the central army.

Conslet, who was a thousand yards away, drank the small bottle of dragon's blood in his arms, ignited the herbs under his feet with a smirk, waved his wand again and chanted an ancient incantation.

After the herbs were ignited, a burst of blue smoke shot straight into the sky.

The magicians who had already set up the portal and ambushed in the distance chanted their most powerful spells before entering the portal and retreating.

After a few breaths, a monstrous rain of fire fell from the sky and hit the infantry phalanx of the Beamon Legion.

The ground under the feet of the Behemoth Army also began to tremble slightly, and countless cracks with a width of tens of feet began to ruthlessly devour life.

The small gravel and totem poles on the ground seemed to be given life, and slowly floated into the air, forming giants of stone and soil elements one by one, lifting their huge feet.

Huge waves with a height of tens of meters appeared out of thin air, and after slapping on the bodies of the Beamon beastmen, they turned into icy arrows, piercing one body after another.

The breeze that was just like a sympathizer's face just now seemed to have suddenly changed its mood, and instantly turned into a wicked woman chasing and killing Xiaosan. First, dozens of wind waves less than half a meter high, and finally gathered in a hurricane that shot straight into the sky. Countless Beamon orcs were rolled up into the sky and then thrown to the ground and smashed into a pulp.

The monstrous fire rain, the huge waves tens of meters high, the ice arrows that quickly shuttled through the body, the endless abyss on the ground, and the tyrannical hurricane turned this land into a purgatory.

What frightened the Beamon orcs the most was that two huge Death Skeletons flew over from a distance, and they kept waving the scythe in their hands with strange smiles.

As countless skulls made of necromantic energy floated by, the corpses of those orcs who had already fallen suddenly exploded, and then crawled out of the skeletons, with empty eyes without any emotion, and rushed to the side The nearest orc began to bite.

Fear is like a plague, infecting every Beamon orc.

The Beamon priests couldn't see the enemy at all, and they felt the fluctuation of the magic element in the space one second with their beloved magic pet, and the next second they ushered in a devastating element blow.

The orc warriors can't see the enemy, and they have nowhere to escape. They are not afraid of flesh and blood enemies, no matter how strong and powerful they are, they will fight to the last drop of blood.

But in front of the power of heaven and earth, they were like facing the god of death who harvested the souls. They could only lie on the ground trembling, hoping for death, hoping that this magical storm would disappear soon.

Ice Demon Wolf, Pompeii Ice Bear, Flash Venom Giant Bat, Ice Field Flash Demon Lizard, Myriad Lizard and other sacrificial familiars can only use their bodies to protect their masters, because they don't know what else to do except instinct .

But they are flesh and blood after all, facing such a large group of attacking magic, they can only resist passively with their bodies.

Nearly [-] Behemoth advance troops, as if in purgatory, suffered the baptism of countless large-scale magic.

Rommel's eyes were about to split open, and under the protection of the fang wolf cavalry, his body trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, even the stupidest pig-faced man knows that everyone is in an ambush. Those powerful large-scale group attack magics cannot be summoned by any magician at all, not even the holy rank. The spell has been chanted a long time ago, and it can be released at least hundreds of yards away, and it can only be done by the joint magic spell cast by several magicians.

The infantry regiment repaired on the spot, broke away from the central army, approached the portal, and sent the main battle race and priests to guard the dragon. Every step of this was within the enemy's plan.

Perhaps a quarter of an hour later, or even shorter, the surviving Behemoth raised their heads in a daze, and then a look of fear appeared on their faces.

The companions who were bragging and farting with him not long ago fell on this cursed land.

Those fresh lives have already lost their vitality, and even the corpses are incomplete.

Maybe it was burned into coke by the flames, maybe it was shot into rags by ice arrows, maybe it was smashed into pieces by a hurricane, maybe it was trampled into flesh by an elemental giant, maybe it fell into the abyss underground, or maybe it was crushed by a necromancer skeleton. He bit his throat.

The [-] Behemoth advance troops who stepped into the wilderness were attacked twice in just half a day, and they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

In less than a quarter of an hour just now, more than half of the nearly [-] orc warriors were lost.

The cowardly priests were wiped out, and the Olephant elephant warrior and Bear bear officer all fell beside the portal and were shot into hedgehogs.

Originally, the Beamon advance army might not have suffered such a big loss, just because every step was calculated by Mourinho.

Before Rommel broke away from the central army and went to the three portals, he ordered the whole army to repair and shrink the defense.

There is actually nothing wrong with doing this. After shrinking all the battle formations, keep a distance of one kilometer from the coach at all times.

Once any accident happens, and the guard warriors beside him only need to withstand it for a while, the rear army can quickly rush to help.

The porcupine shooters shrank to the core of the inner circle for defense or long-range strikes, the infantry hovered around the periphery to maintain the ability to change the battle formation, and the wolf cavalry kept moving.

This tactic has been tried and tested against the barbarians. Unless the number of enemy troops is too large, it is impossible to break through the defensive position or cut the connection between the large army and the commander.

It's a pity that Rommel and many of the fox family's staff ignored two things.

The first thing is that this tactic was invented by Mourinho.

The second thing is that Mourinho defected to the Holy See.

So at that time, the Beamon Legion happened to be within the range of magic coordinates marked by Allen in advance, which is the core point of the casting range of all magicians.

Because of this, the Beamon Legion suffered a devastating elemental blow.

Whether it's a few elders in the tribe or foreign aid from the human race, all magicians keep in mind Allen's entrustment. In order not to expose themselves, after casting the most powerful and best spells, they don't even watch the results of the battle, and they don't hesitate at all. He got into the portal that had been erected a long time ago, and immediately retreated to the Bloodhoof camp.

"Is it done? Is it done?"

"How about the Beamon orc casualties?"

"Your Excellency Allen? You should say something."

At the gate of the Bloodhoof camp, a group of elderly magicians, as excited as young men about to step into the bridal chamber, asked Allen tirelessly.

They couldn't help being excited, this was the first time they had cast spells so well, without the protection of fighting spirit warriors, chanting spells at the marked points in advance, waiting for the enemy to walk over, it was simply not too enjoyable.

Allen was unmoved, and muttered to himself: "95, 94, 93... Three, two, one."

When Archmage Downey was about to get rough, Allen finally finished counting, and said with a sneer: "Beheading, all fighting spirit fighters will follow me."

After finishing speaking, Allen rode on the acid-etched giant crow "Motor", and the fighting spirit fighters, Thackeray, and Babylon of Princess Hathaway's guard also climbed up.

Even Orpheus jumped on the acid-etched giant crow excitedly regardless of Langningt's dissuasion.

"Remember, Mourinho said that the opponent's commander is a fox clan. Kill him within 30 seconds. Don't love to fight. If you fail the mission, set up the portal and retreat immediately."

After Allen finished speaking, Conslet, who had already withdrawn, activated the portal under his feet with magic power.

After activating the portal, Conslet said, "This is the nearest tribal teleportation point, and it takes about a quarter of an hour for the acid-etching giant crow to fly past."

Everyone nodded, and rode the screaming acid-etched giant crow into the portal.

At this time, Rommel's mind was blank. He didn't know when the nightmare would end, let alone when the devastating elemental storm would stop.

In his eyes, there were only trembling Beamon soldiers in the distance, and countless mutilated corpses.

Not so long ago, those corpses were still alive one by one, and those trembling soldiers were also high-spirited fighters.

Rommel collapsed on the ground weakly, a few tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

A total of [-] orc warriors lost more than half of their fighting power in just such a fart.

There are also those main combat units, the warriors of the giant elephant of Olefin, the officers of the bear bears, etc., all of which were killed.

And those precious priests, with their magic pets, fell on this wild ancient plain.

Rommel felt hopeless, looking at the fire dragon with arrows all over his body behind him, and smiled miserably.

It was because of this giant dragon that he ordered all the infantry phalanxes to repair in place and shrink their defenses, just stopping at the marking points of those large magics.

It was because of this giant dragon, the main combat arm, that all those Hercules were unsuspecting and all died in battle.

It is because of this giant dragon that the sacrifice power in the priests' bodies was exhausted, and all of them were used to suppress it with the halo, and they were shot into hedgehogs by sharp arrows.

Rommel picked up a broken long sword from the ground, crying bitterly.

The Tier [-] giant dragon in the distance groaned, opened its huge longan eyes, and looked at the Beamon Legion in the distance as if it had experienced the end of the world.

All the priests died just now, so the effect of those negative auras disappeared, and this Tier [-] dragon just recovered a little bit of consciousness.

It can remember the most recent event, that is, a guy with incomparable strength was slapped unconscious by it.

Rommel held the broken sword upside down and walked towards the fire-type third-tier dragon. He wanted to kill the dragon.

Although he knew that with his strength, he might not be able to cut off a small piece of the dragon's nail.

But he didn't care because he had lost his mind.

A huge shadow flitted across the ground, and a group of figures gleaming with fighting spirit descended from the sky.

Rommel stared blankly at the sky, his pupils completely contracted.

Because he saw a very familiar head, that head, the sneaky head that just poked out from the portal.

Especially those playful eyes made him remember deeply.

The figures that descended from the sky landed very quickly, and this group of fighting spirit fighters in fiery red armor was extremely eye-catching.

Then, then Rommel's world fell into complete darkness.

It fell from the sky and split Rommel in half. The rock beast stood on the ground, frowned and said to itself, "So weak, why did you die like this?"

Thackeray and the other vindictive fighters of the Princess Guards ignored him, and rushed into the crowd with vindictive rays shining all over their bodies.

Those Rommel guards who survived the disaster had already lost their fighting spirit, and they were sluggishly trying to resist those sharp weapons, and finally fell on this desolate land just like Rommel.

In the Beamon Legion in the distance, many orcs noticed that Alan and others descended from the sky, but they stood there stupidly, as if Rommel was not their coach, and the orcs who died under the sword of the fighting spirit fighters were not their companions.

They just watched blankly, their bodies trembling slightly, but they didn't take a step forward.

Even the staff members of the fox clan gathered together and were at a loss, witnessing with their own eyes that their patriarch was split in half.

In a few breaths, beside the fire dragon, there was no living orc besides Allen and the fighting spirit fighters.

But there is a human race riding on the ground dragon.

The human race looked at Allen with blood-red eyes.

"Damn you. Mom, it's Hurent!" Allen rushed up without saying a word, holding a flail.

Hurent's expression was very tangled, and he finally glanced at the fighting spirit fighters behind Allen, turned around and ran towards the Beamon army who had completely lost their formation and fighting spirit.

Allen, who inspired the barbarian battle ring, failed to catch up with the swift ground dragon, and finally stopped Thackeray and others with a fearful face, and said bitterly: "Throw the dragon back into the necklace of different space, retreat! "

"It's the fate of this bastard." Thackeray poohed on the ground.

The fighting spirit fighters also stopped their figures and looked fiercely at Hurent's back.

(End of this chapter)