"A bunch of trash, even these guys can't handle it!"

"Come on me!"

"Kill them all!"

Just as the abyss were defeated under the leadership of the Tauren Druid, a zombie with hideous faces and scars appeared.

He was five meters tall, and even the strongest taurens seemed much shorter in front of him. Obviously, he was the leader of these gnolls.

He held a flail in his hand, and an evil and strange light flowed across it. The light was like the abyss of dark night, swallowing every inch of light around him, indicating the coming darkness and despair.

This flail is like a messenger from the abyss, carrying endless fear and the breath of death, which makes the people of the bullhead feel chilled.

Brian hid in the dark, his eyes locked on the flail, especially the cold air emitted by the iron ball, which made him feel inexplicably chill.

As a legendary spellcaster, his keen magical intuition could clearly detect that with the flail waving, darkness would sweep over like a tide, devouring all vitality and hope.

This is a double-headed flail, a skull with curved horns, hideous and terrifying.

On the other end is a human skull, pale and shrill.

These two heads seem to represent different forces and wills, and they are intertwined to form an irresistible evil force.

Whenever this flail is waving, it is like two demons tearing each other and roaring, releasing endless fear and death.

It can be seen from this that the flail in the hands of the werewolf leader is not only his weapon, but also a symbol of his faith and strength.

Then, through the weapons in the hand of the gnoll and his powerful strength, Brian easily guessed his true identity: the voter of Jenogu, the king of the gnoll.

The so-called enemy meeting is extremely jealous.

Since ancient times, an unforgettable river of hatred has spread between the Tauren and the werewolves. Whenever it is mentioned, there is a pungent smell of blood in the air.

Now, with the appearance of the werewolf leader, the long-suppressed anger was instantly ignited.

The roars of the soldiers on both sides were intertwined, the roars and howls were shaking, and the earth was shaking, and a contest about race and survival began.

Faced with the counterattack of the abyss werewolf, the Tauren Druid raised the druid magic weapon in his hand without hesitation.

——"Elemental Rage!"

As the magic weapon in the druid's hand flashed with scarlet light, it was like the magic spell of an elves in the ancient forest. In an instant, the natural energy in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope and gathered madly beside him.

This energy seemed to be given life. Under the control of the druid, it instantly condensed into a terrible storm, falling rocks, thunder and flames, like a natural disaster, pouring mercilessly on the melee of the Taurus and the Abyss werewolf.

The storm was like a roaring beast, sweeping by with devastating power, rolling up the dust and gravel on the battlefield, forming a moving stone wall.

The falling rocks fell from the sky, like a divine punishment, accurately hitting those enemies who could not dodge, making a deafening roar.

Thunder, like the rage of heaven, slashed through the sky, released dazzling arcs of electricity, tearing the air apart.

The flames are like the angry god of flames, spitting out endless tongues of fire, turning all touched objects into ashes.

The druid's magic weapon seemed even more mysterious in this terrible power, as if it had completely merged with nature itself, emitting a heart-wrenching brilliance.

Every move of his movements touches the natural elements of the dark area, making the battle even more cruel and intense.

What is even more incredible is that the large-scale magic attack of the Taurus Druid actually has its own function of ally recognition.

The terrible light rolled like a raging wave on the battlefield. Both the Tauren and the Gnoll were involved. However, the Tauren stood firm like a rock, while the Gnoll was burning with flames all over, rolling wildly on the battlefield, with wailing sounds endlessly.

In a blink of an eye, the abyss werewolf began to retreat under this terrifying attack. Some were swept away by the storm, flew in the air like dead leaves, and some were hit by falling rocks, and their bodies were broken into pieces like broken wood.

Some were swallowed by thunder and flames, turning into balls of burning flames.

The entire battlefield seemed to have become a Shura field, full of the aura of death.

Witnessing his subordinates were slaughtered under this terrifying magic, showing a one-sided tragic situation. As the leader of these abyss werewolf, Jenogu's voters were furious and naturally could not sit idly by.

"Things that don't know what's alive!" He shouted coldly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the werewolf leader's eyes were instantly filled with scarlet. He suddenly roared angrily, and the sound was like thunder, which made the earth seem to tremble.

Then, the werewolf leader swayed and shot out like a ghost. The two flails held in his hands turned into two lights of death, and with the momentum of tearing the space, he headed straight for the tauren druid.

——"Smash!"

Accompanied by the angel leader's angrily shout, a powerful force surged out of his body and turned into a dazzling light, hitting the huge tauren druid.

——"Raging Technique!"

At the same time, the double-headed flails in his hand were waving tightly, and each swing was accompanied by the roar of air, as if to tear the space itself apart.

And in addition to this continuous attack, he could still point lightly in front of him. His fingertips seemed to touch the invisible strings and played a song of death.

——"Law: shock!"

As this low and majestic spell fell, the tauren warriors in the crowd suddenly pressed their hearts like they were invisible giant hands, and they were frozen in an instant, their eyes were empty, and the world suddenly lost its color in their eyes.

In this brief silence, the abyss werewolf and assassins around the surrounding abyss slid silently like ghosts in the shadows.

The weapons in the hands of the Abyss were flashing with heart-pounding cold light, and each flash was a fatal judgment.

In an instant, cold light intertwined, and blood splattered.

The lives of five or six Taurus warriors came to an abrupt end.

Their heads drew arcs in the air, and finally rolled weakly on the cold stone slabs, accompanied by the splash of blood, drawing a shocking pool of blood.

And those bodies that were smashed to pieces were like broken nightmares, lying quietly in a pool of blood, proclaiming the fragility and disappearance of life.
Chapter completed!