The ancestors of the demon clan were originally just a small tribe, but their bloodlines destined to their position. They walked step by step to the present and finally unified the entire Eastern Continent. During this process, they experienced countless battles, but the blood on their bodies and the strong killings made them defeat the originally invincible enemies again and again.

But now, facing this group of enemies whose number is much smaller than that of themselves, will the battle develop into this way?

Even though he was occupied by anger at this time, he had to admit that he had not encountered such a strange battle since he became the lord, and the means he used made him feel frightened...

At the beginning of the war, two fireballs directly damaged the vanguard, and immediately put the situation into a very unfavorable situation. Then the group rushed all the way. What's even more strange is their fighting style: for example, a dwarf who can summon terrible stone statues; a soldier who can swim around the battlefield like a ghost, killing his soldiers frantically...

What's even more terrifying is the warriors who showed their terrifying combat power. The square formations arranged by themselves were broken and broken in their hands, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

Originally, Priley wanted Hoover to kill Xia Zuo. If he succeeded, the situation might change, but unexpectedly, even Viscount Hoover who walked out of the Bloody Clan died at the hands of that bastard...

The battle is still going on, and it has no meaning. If you continue to fight like this, there is only one possibility. That is, he is wiped out and the other party loses some people.

"Damn it, what kind of monsters are these?"

Prie cursed in his heart. He had never been so frustrated since he became the lord: he had an advantage in numbers, his equipment was not as good as his, and his command was inferior to him. But in the end, he wanted to let him run away with his head, which made him very angry. But now... as a general, he could only suppress this anger.

The soldiers were already afraid of sending the order to the team. As soon as they received this order, they quickly evacuated from the battlefield. Looking at the figure hiding under the armor and square formation, Xia Zuo spat fiercely, with unconcealed mockery in his tone.

"Huh... it's so good! I haven't fought such a comfortable battle in a long time." Hammer moaned comfortably, carrying the bloody hammer.

Morodat wiped the knife, slowly inserted it back to his waist, and sneered, "If it weren't for me, I'd think you wouldn't be relieved now."

"You also mean to say that if I hadn't been to your sledgehammer, you would have been surrounded by them long ago..."

The Five Knights are all characters who have experienced life and death for a long time. Facing death on the battlefield, it feels like a normal thing. And for them, they don’t know these people, so there is no need to be sad. But this behavior angered Xia Zuo and glared at them fiercely, "Even if they are dead now, you should at least give them some respect!"

"Everyone is dead..."

Before Qisi could finish his words, someone kicked him directly on his butt. The figure fell to the ground. Qisi turned his head angrily and stared at the figure behind him. He saw a few people standing behind him, but in the face of his hostility, he looked away one by one. Qisi didn't know who kicked him, so he had to suffer the loss of this mute, but he still cursed fiercely: "It's better not let me know..."

Although they possessed the magic potion of Welsh, they still lost thirty-six soldiers and even one knight in this battle. As for the militia that followed, they were not as completely wiped out as they imagined, and there were still twenty or thirty people alive. However, at this time, they were more or less seriously injured, but there was no pain on their faces, and there was a sense of excitement and excitement on their faces.

Even if the dead militia still grinned...

When there is no hope, death is their destination!

Compared to them, the other party could be said to have suffered heavy losses. There were three or four hundred corpses on the entire Gobi Desert, most of which were their corpses. There were about a hundred demon cavalry alone, five or six jazz died, and there was also a Viscount Hoover.

As the battle ended, the knights began to clean up the battlefield, gathering the dead soldiers to burn, and then starting to plunder the weapons on the demon cavalry. When Puli evacuated, he did not take away the remaining war horses, but this was cheaper to Xia Zuo and the others. Adjutant Thorne commanded the figures and placed the newly collected weapons one by one on the war horse. As for the other corpses, he could only give them cheaper to the vultures.

The Knight's equipment was almost complete, so Xia Zuo did not understand Thorne's behavior, but he did not ask at this time. With the increase in the number of deaths, Xia Zuo's mood became more complicated. It was precisely because of this complexity that Xia Zuo gave up the right to pursue the winner!

The dead are gone, while the living can only move forward. This is Xia Zuo's mission, and it is also his mission...

Merry is just an ordinary servant among Duke Zoro, but as the close servant of the Grand Duke, her treatment is much better than that of ordinary people, but she still needs to observe her expressions. The Grand Duke has been in a very good mood these days, and the reason is because of a piece of paper tied to the letter eagle. She still clearly remembers that when Duke Zoro saw this piece of paper, the serious duke showed joy and excitement on his face.

But soon, this ecstasy was replaced by anger, or it was not entirely anger, which seemed to be a bit weird or shocking... After reading the contents of the paper, the duke crumpled the paper into a ball and hurriedly left the administrative building.

When tidying up the room, Merry noticed that she was attracted by the paper ball more than once, just because she was curious about one thing: What kind of paper can make such a big change for the terrifying and terrifying grand duke?

Finally, she opened the paper ball.

She didn't dare to open the paper ball completely, but just opened a hole to see the contents inside.

‘Can you read?’

This was the first question asked by the Duke's housekeeper. She didn't know her, but she didn't know many words. However, when she answered, she simply said she didn't know her.

As a result, the literate one left and she stayed!

In this ball of paper, Merry found several familiar words:... Dragon Slayer... Destroy... Escape...

Dragon, she knew that powerful people could destroy the castle in one go. The monster that turned the purgatory into the world was also her young nightmare, and how powerful is the dragon slayer?

She has served Duke Zoro for three years. In three years, she has seen many terrifying and powerful enemies who died at the hands of the duke. Even the figure, which looked like a god, became his puppet. Thinking of the panicked appearance of the great duke, she had the most intuitive understanding of the power of the dragon slayer.

Unknown, Merry suddenly had a desire in her heart, longing to see this mysterious person who could threaten Grand Duke Zoro...

There are many things in the kingdom. Improving communication equipment can allow messages to spread directly in a short period of time.

At this time, Xia Zuo knew nothing about all this, defeated Puli, rested the team, and continued to go deep into the Gobi Desert, as time passed quickly. The entire Gobi Desert was shrouded in a stream of depression, as if there was a greater crisis hidden under this sky.

After entering the Book of Soul last time, Xia Zuo could feel that he had gained some power, so that he summoned five knights out at once. Faced with such a situation, Xia Zuo could only try to enter the Book of Soul again, but this time, no matter how he wanted to go deep into it, he was rejected by the Book of Soul again.

It seems that this book of Soul is not always able to rely on. In this case, all Xia Zuo can do is to improve his own strength...

The bright red world is wrapped in endless flames, and a layer of blood is exposed on the surface of the consciousness body. An anxious aura surrounds Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo holds a cross sword in his right hand and a towering shield in his left hand. The figure of the dragon overlooks the figure underground, and the wrinkled nostrils like tree bark are spewing a stream of air. The powerful dragon power emanates from its body, shocking all living beings.

This is Xia Zuo's fear of the Wings of Darkness. This fear comes from the power of Nasario and also from the strange curse. Over the past period of time, he has challenged the "power of curses" more than several times, but with the battles again and again, it ends with Xia Zuo's distracted consciousness.

Xia Zuo did not suffer from failure or loss. It was precisely because of his firm will that the power of the curse lost the opportunity to strengthen, but Xia Zuo was able to use the power of the curse to constantly hone his will.

However, this process is not something that ordinary people can bear. With the dissipation of will, Xia Zuo feels a more terrible pain than death every time. Even so, Xia Zuo still persists again and again.

The consciousness continued to condense in pain, and under the constant pressure of pain, all the pain caused a sensation and turned into flames. Xia Zuo held the weapons in his hand tightly with his arms, glaring at the huge figure in front of him...

The shadow not only enveloped the sky, but also covered Xia Zuo's heart. The angry anger burned wildly from the deepest part of his heart. Under this flame, Xia Zuo could no longer feel any pain. The other party's strength and terror made Xia Zuo feel his own weakness, and this was a fact that was enough to make him feel angry.

The eyes of the Dark Wings suddenly cast down from the clouds, and then made a sound of contempt. A terrible airflow gushed out from the nostrils. The dragon breath rushed straight towards Xia Zuo's body along with the wind and waves.

The terrifying dragon power mixed with an attack that could not be said to be an attack, covering Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo roared, and the halo on the shield began to flash, and Xia Zuo held the shield to block his body.

A large stream of heat spurted onto the shield. Suddenly, an extreme temperature emanated from the shield. The cold and hard shield melted at a visible speed. Xia Zuo wailed loudly, feeling that his arm seemed to melt with the shield.

This pain is so clear and so real, even more intense than the pain suffered in reality...

Xia Zuo knew that this was caused by the erosion of the power of the curse.

And just as he suffered the erosion of pain, the powerful power was superimposed from the space and squeezed on his body. Xia Zuo tried hard to solidify his consciousness, but under the crushing of that huge force, he still could not stop the consciousness from dissipating. Looking at the huge and unshakable body, Xia Zuo's anger did not retreat at all. The will of peeping broke through some restrictions at this moment and slowly condensed on his fingers.

The light of the consciousness body dimmed and faster, and pieces of consciousness gradually flew away from the body. Only the ones on the palms were still flashing. In the light, Xia Zuo stretched his middle finger! (To be continued...)

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