Section 14:

The terrorist war gang began to retreat. In this battle, the terrorist war gang lost more than one hundred people, but did not cause any casualties from the enemy. From the beginning, they were just unilaterally beaten.

In this regard, they lack the necessary preparations for attack - they have no psychological and material resources. They only plan to rush forward with bravery, break open the door, or climb up from various positions and start melee combat. However, they leave enough time for the enemy to strengthen their defense measures.

The wizard Asovin, who knew he was at a disadvantage, made sufficient defense preparations for defense wars from the beginning. In fact, corresponding pits were also dug in the wooden wall at this time. It was just that the enemy could not climb into the wall, so it failed to play a role.

Seeing that he suffered a major loss, he retreated. Asowen immediately ordered the door to open and pursue. After the battle just now, the number advantage had turned upside down. Although there were still many Chaos warriors in the Terror War Gang, after the battle just now, there were also many wounded people among them.

The most important thing is that at this moment, the morale of the terrorist war gang has been very low. Perhaps one round of attacks can cause them to collapse, and even do not need to attack.

This is not right or wrong. At least Asovin has mastered the key fighter opportunity. If these terrorist war gangs are allowed to leave, the situation will definitely not be that simple in the next round of offensives. The Chaos champion will not be able to underestimate the enemy so much again.

However, the terrorist war gang did not collapse as expected. In fact, they retreated step by step at the beginning, but for some reason, they stopped their retreat and plucked up the courage to prepare for the battle. The terrorist warriors lined up into a relatively loose square formation, ready to fight the enemy rushing towards them.

The tribal warriors led by Asovin saw that a fierce battle was inevitable, and they quickly slowed down to form a similar loose square.

It must be said that although most of Asowen's subordinates were not even plunderers, their performance in battle was better than that of civilians and even militias in the south. It can be seen that the so-called "plunderers" are generally just a secular concept, not that those who have not obtained this status have weak combat effectiveness.

With the superhuman eyesight of Ashu Rufate, he clearly saw a particularly eye-catching figure among the terror warriors on the arrow tower. He seemed to be shouting and cursing, but wherever he went, he could restore order. At least the soldiers with low morale and timidity were rekindled and were waiting to face the enemy.

The wizard Asovin casts his last magic.

This is not an attack magic. In an instant, a purple light suddenly appeared, covering the phalanx of the terror war gang. With the authority given by Saranes, the terror warriors in the light were entangled by various desires that suddenly aroused. This is a very obvious effect, because their energy and impulse to fight were all replaced by other inexplicable desires. Some people rushed out desperately, running with all their might at the rushing enemy when the distance was very unfavorable. Others were lying on the ground, snatching the weeds beside them driven by uncontrollable appetite. Everything else was even worse.

Several terrorist warriors who rushed up were quickly killed. The number comparison was too great. In addition, their passion just now made them run too fast and consume too much physical strength. The two square arrays collided head-on.

Influenced by magic, the terrorist warriors reacted much more slowly. It was not until the end that the sword and body were used to survive that the instinct of survival defeated the supernatural desires created by magic. Although they began to resist, their movements were much slower than the other party. Their front line almost started a counterattack after being hit.

However, this was also the last magic of Asovin. The wizard was no longer on the front line. He stood behind the front line, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his legs were trembling violently. The three magics completely deprived him of all his energy. Fortunately, Slaine's blessing, all three magics were successful. Otherwise, there would be no hope in this battle.

The first wave of attacks killed at least thirty terror-torn Chaos Warriors. They were all killed before using weapons to counterattack. Then, the battle quickly turned into a melee.

The warrior's corpses were scattered on the ground, and the survivors fought back with the same despair and anger. It was like a crazy wolf pack driven by hunger making the final impact. Both sides were gasping for breath, without any thought, only knowing how to kill. From stones to grass, blades and axes made whistling sounds, and the flesh and blood pierced into the gaps of the armor, bringing blood to spray. Under the feet, a bright red pool of blood was forming, and bodies lying in pools of blood were everywhere. This was also the bloody climax of this killing feast. The bloodthirsty madness made both sides unable to extricate themselves under the stimulation of blood.

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"Hosh...Hosh..." He stopped while gasping for breath.

His warhammer was already covered with blood and brains. In the battle just now, he killed at least ten enemies. As a terror-torn warrior, he may not have enough military literacy, but his fighting ability on the battlefield is definitely first-class.

But even so, relying on the power of a person, such a defeat cannot be restored. The last magic of the enemy wizard was too sinister. Just before the final decisive battle, the believers of Slaanes got the chance to attack first. When the terror warriors reacted and launched a counterattack, they had already suffered a great loss. This determined the outcome of the battle.

The next battle was a simple battle of bloodshed and attrition. In the end, after he realized that the battle had been lost, he broke out from the enemy and rushed out.

A terror-abuse champion warrior is not easy to deal with. He rushed out directly. Although almost all the sects around him died in battle, he had no enemy in front of him. Those weak Slaanes dared not pursue, or in other words, they just chased after him symbolically.

No one dares to chase a terror-the so-called "hidden beasts still fight" is not a joke.

However, for him, this was not a blessing. He really lost this battle. Because of this failure, the favor of the Blood God would leave him - of course, the Blood God would not punish him, because he also worshipped enough blood for the Blood God on the battlefield.

Damn it! He cursed softly. Like all those who were completely losers, he did not reflect on his recklessness, impulse, underestimate the enemy, and failed to prepare well, but at least he could vent his dissatisfaction by cursing the enemy.

This is deep in the forest, and he has run far enough. It must be noted that although he is not the target of pursuing, he has to run farther. Because if his subordinates are really cleaned up, he will still be unable to escape.

What should I do next? He considered this slightly slim problem and then heard the sound of gurgling water. This sound indicates that there is a stream nearby.

He really needed water now. After the fierce battle and escape, he was tired and thirsty. His armor was filled with heat.

He walked along the sound of water. It was not difficult to find the stream at all. He took off his helmet and filled it with water. As he drank his last sip of water, the sound of a dead branch breaking sounded on the side.

The terror champion turned his head suddenly and saw a man, a strange man wearing a leather jacket. Without any evidence, he knew that the person who came was an enemy, not a friend. His hand immediately picked up the warhammer at hand.

Then he found out that the man was bare-handed and barely-maybe he had a knife around his waist. But that kind of thing could not be used as a weapon.

"The Chaos Champion of Terror?" He heard the man spit out the word in a gentle tone. In the realm of chaos, no one could speak God's name in this tone - even if it was hostile, for example, the believers of Slaanezhe will use respectful tone when they mentioned it.

He clenched his weapon. It seemed very simple. The other party was alone, bare-handed and had no armor. He was covered in all his body and had weapons in his hands. However, some instinct made him dare not act rashly. From the other party's expression and movements, he could feel a heartfelt intuition.

This guy...is very dangerous.

"I have a question to ask you." The stranger began to walk towards him. Although it was just a simple action, it made the sense of danger in his heart surge up quickly. He roared and tightened his weapon. Then, he realized that he was actually afraid.

He, a champion warrior recognized by the Blood God, was actually afraid of this stranger who had no weapons. Moreover, this was not the result of rational thinking, but an almost instinctive intuition.

He roared and pounced on him, wielding the war hammer. But the next moment, the unarmed stranger had a giant sword with two hands. It was not an ordinary weapon. The sword was surrounded by energy clearly visible to the naked eye, and the sword edge made a shrill cry when it was waving.

The sword and the warhammer collided head-on. His slam was opened by the opponent's square. It can be seen that the stranger still had room for room because he did not take the opportunity to attack.

He took a step back. At this moment, he instinctively prayed to his God. And this time, unexpectedly, the Blood God responded to his prayer.

The bloodthirsty passion suddenly penetrated his whole body. The power from the Blood God inspired his violent nature and made him crazy. At this moment, he no longer cared about his own safety at all, but launched an attack regardless of everything.

"Blood sacrifices to the blood god!" A violent cry resounded throughout the forest.

He raised his war hammer with both hands and jumped up and slammed at this strange and powerful enemy. This attack gathered all his strength, plus his weight. Nothing could withstand this blow, even a Chaos egg would have to be knocked over directly.

At the last moment, he saw the stranger's expression: cautious and vigilant, but with a hint of regret.
Chapter completed!