In the direction of the Dark Elf militia camp, the sky was gloomy and in a daze, the wind was roaring.

The only road between the camps was blocked by hundreds of infected dark elves militias, and it was so dark that it could not see the end at all.

"It seems that", Yang Jian's face was solemn, "If you want to pass here, you have to open a bloody road."

"Who will complete this task? It's more appropriate?"

Old Hans looked at Bob, and the two of them looked at each other tacitly.

"Head", Bob spits off the toothpick in his mouth, "It's up to me."

Bob took out a red silk scarf from his pocket, he spitted, and then covered his eyes with the scarf.

"Blood can't blind my eyes," he murmured to himself, rolling up his sleeves and pulling out Kalua's teachings.

Bob walked forward in the cold wind coming from the front.

Feeling the enemy's rage, the tough guy's face did not hesitate at all, but accelerated his pace.

"The Blood Demon God of My Prison was born for killing and killed all the unfair!" Bob roared, and his bloodthirsty and violent states were activated almost at the same time.

The infuriated militia infected person rushed towards him like a tide, and it was about to fight against each other.

"Cross Slash!", feeling the murderous aura of the enemy, Bob waved his lightsaber.

The militia who rushed to the first place rushed straight into the large cross.

"Crash!" The militia's body was like a kite with a broken string, breaking a few pieces and collapsed to the ground.

The militia behind did not stop, and Bob did not stop attacking.

"Step!" Bob leaned forward like a sharp knife, stabbing into the enemy's tide.

For a moment, people were on their backs and horses flew with flesh and blood.

"Three-stage slash!" Bob rushed left and right, which would inevitably disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm.

Next to the barracks, the ground was covered with enemies' bodies, and Bob leaned against the wall in blood.

The dark elf militia surrounded him into a moon-and-a-half-moon shape, and it was shrinking the encirclement.

"Come on! The more the better!" Bob twisted his hands into fists, and blue veins suddenly appeared on his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the lightsword in his hand and smashed it hard towards the ground.

"Earth crack! Wave sword!" A crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and a huge wave of light in the air was spinning wildly.

As long as there are dark elf militias approaching the light wave, they will be strangled into pieces as if they are stuffed into a meat grinder.

"Puboo! Puboo!", the entire passage turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

This situation made the infected people who had lost their minds feel fear. They couldn't take a step and stayed there blankly.

But Bob was red in his eyes. He did not stop killing at all, but continued to take the initiative to reap the lives of the enemy.

On the ground, black blood gathered into a stream, as if witnessing a killing.

"Puu!", the last enemy fell under the sword.

In the setting sun, a warrior was bathed in blood and energy. He slowly took off the scarf on his face, but his eyes were extremely clear.

"I don't want to see the blood of the enemy, but as a berserker, I must grow up in the bath of blood!"
Chapter completed!