The manic cold wind blew on the earth, and the branches of the woods were blowing and crackling.

The ugly and powerful old Sius looked on the horse's back. The gloomy black forest was like a curled patient, constantly moaning in pain. His hair was rolling with his cloak, and his breath was like this forest, both dark and bone-black and unrestrained.

Behind the war horses, following a large group of people, were advancing along the winding forest road.

Just five days ago, the same team was also advancing on this road, with strong troops and fierce momentum. However, the team was defeated by a sudden sneak attack and collapsed on the spot. The goblin soldiers in the team were seriously injured.

The old goblin who commanded that unit could only retreat in disgrace.

This time, another team marched again. The team's strength increased instead of decreasing, making it even more fierce.

Behind Lao Xius is the direct descendant of his plaster village. These people are as wild as him, with a strong armor and complete armor but their battle robes are broken. Most of them have a cruel face, their armor is covered with blood, and they are extremely silent as they move, and they are full of evil spirits.

This is the black warrior who has just gained strength from the Blood Sacrifice. Compared with the black warriors under the original Lord Morsi, they are less calm and more vicious, and their formation is more scattered, but the number is far beyond that.

The battles in the black forest are getting more and more cruel day by day. Everyone is trying to become stronger because no one knows what their next enemy looks like?

Old Xius adhered to this concept and hoped that he could keep becoming stronger. He could surrender to the goblins, slaughter similar people, and sacrifice to evil gods blood. Everything was for being stronger. At this moment, he felt that

The black warrior is strong enough!

Zul Grayskin thought so too. The old goblin shaman rode on the back of a wolf, holding a skeleton staff in his hand, and looked at the black warriors moving forward in front of him, with a vague mind.

More than seventy tall black warriors wearing heavy armor were moving forward collectively, and the momentum created by silence was heart-shaking. From a distance, they were like a torrent, pressing over like a forest or a wall. No one was willing to face such an enemy.

The old shaman could not hear any other sounds in his ears, only the heavy steps and rough breathing of the black warriors. Everything else seemed to be submerged, only the ground was shaking slightly.

In contrast, the bear goblin troops behind are also tall and powerful, but they are used to being distracted but have no momentum. Not to mention the goblin infantry who are always in a state of chaos. They are determined, silent, patient, and unyielding. These words are completely inseparable from the green-skinned monster.

Humans are so terrible!

Fortunately, they always like to kill each other.

Standing on the wall of the Rat Village, Wilson also wanted to go through a long march and the enemy appeared.

The leader was the black warriors of the Bann Church. They wore heavy armor and held heavy swords, and came calmly and firmly from the forest roads.

These guys who are good at killing and destruction are fearless of life and death, and only blood and killing are in their minds. As long as they appear on the battlefield, they will definitely cause tragic casualties. And they are all humans.

Your Excellency Hugo is full of confidence in victory, and the pre-war mobilization made it clear about the advantages and disadvantages of the showdown between the two sides. Wilson also felt that it made sense, but now he is still asking questions in his heart when he really sees those steadily moving forward.

Do we really beat these terrible guys?

The black warriors were created by the evil gods to create death and destruction. The places they walked by would only leave dark red blood, broken weapons, broken limbs, and broken heads. How could ordinary people defeat these monsters?

This is hierarchical suppression, and the black warriors are like natural enemies, restraining ordinary people like Wilson who just want to survive well. The reason why Bann's tyranny was implemented was because of these powerful and evil killers.

The black warriors have their own light of fear, and any enemy who is watching them must withstand the test of mental suppression. Wilson's heart is beating faster, sweating is cold, holding the wall with his hands, but his chest is tight and dizzy, and he is so frightened that he is at a loss.

The fear is constantly spreading and has a wide impact.

Zhou Qingfeng also felt it. He led the team to the right wing outside the village, with more than 30 well-equipped adventurers behind him, and more than 70 armed servants preparing to fight. Half of them rode horses, and the rest were also sharp and ready to fight at any time.

But when the black warrior led by Lao Xius appeared in sight, Zhou Qingfeng clearly felt that his subordinates were uneasy. The black warriors of the Bann Church had been famous for a long time, and their powerful impression was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

It is impossible to change this inherent impact just by relying on a few words of mobilization and encouragement.

Zhou Qingfeng rode on the back of the "Jiying" and looked around the battlefield. He could clearly feel the morale of his troops being suppressed. The previous sneak attack was only seen by more than a dozen black warriors, so he forced Zhou Qingfeng to retreat. This time the number of black warriors on the other side increased sharply.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change!

The soldiers were breathing heavily, and the war horses kept digging the ground. Even the "Jiying" seemed very restless and asked Zhou Qingfeng uneasy: "Master, where is the enemy's black warrior? Are they going to make the final appearance?"

"Are you blind?" Zhou Qingfeng himself was also suppressed by the enemy's aura. He was upset and said angrily: "Double black warriors on the other side appeared in line. Don't tell me, you didn't see it."

"Overside?" Daqi asked even more restlessly: "Are you talking about those guys wearing heavy armor and holding heavy swords? But they are not black warriors."

"I have said that the black warriors nowadays do not use super spears, but use two-handed swords instead. They are quite powerful." Zhou Qingfeng felt that the black warriors in dense formations on the opposite side were the enemy.

But the 'Jiying' shook his head and continued to deny it: "No, no, no, those are definitely not black warriors. Even if there is no dark gun that breaks the soul, what about their curse armor? The black warriors of that time were all in hand."

"Don't the black warriors on the opposite side wear thick armor?"

"That's just ordinary iron armor. Curse armor is not such a junk thing that can be worn with just one blow."

"Jiying" started telling stories again, "I was driven by the demons back then. I hated the impact on the array of black warriors the most, and even more hated the curse armor that would reflect damage. If you are not strong enough, not only will you not be able to kill them, but they will kill you even if they stand still."

So awesome?!

Uncle Zhou had a question mark on his head. He didn't know whether to be afraid of the genuine black warriors or be happy to meet the castrated black warriors. "I think even if there is no dark gun or curse armor, the black warriors on the opposite side are quite powerful."

"No, no, master. Those on the other side are definitely not black warriors. Even if they don't have equipment, the real black warriors are very powerful.

The God of Tyranny is also known as the "King of Darkness". Every black warrior will receive the blessing of darkness in the blood sacrifice. It is an immortal body. It is really difficult to kill them, otherwise they will not be considered the most powerful heavy infantry in humans. The ones on the opposite side are simply mixed fish."

Mixed fish?

Uncle Zhou felt that he was being ridiculed.

If there are mixed fish opposite, what are we who are scared to death by mixed fish?

Are shrimp soldiers and crab generals?

"Maybe it was because of the God of Tyranny that it was not long since, but I think the guys on the other side are still very powerful."

"I've been trapped underground for decades, and Bain was killed again?"

"Yes, I was resurrected last month."

"Bann was just resurrected? No wonder there was a group of fish opposite him."

"Dead Horse, what exactly do you want to say? Although you can be despised strategically, you still need to pay attention to your opponents tactical attention."

"Master, you are obviously too weak. I can beat ten of these fish in one breath when I am full of my life."

The naked ridicule is so angry!

"What about now?"
Chapter completed!