On the battlefield, only courage is eternal. (These are so hot these two days, and sweat is dripping!)

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"Holy Shield Strike, Heart-Threading Spear!"

The skills of two thousand Spartan heavy helmet warriors were released at the same time, as if the whole world was trembling, with the power of landslides and cracks.

Blood splitting, corpses, despair and fear, at this moment, belong to the 400,000 people from the Western Frontiers of the White Shulin Legion.

The sweeps of the two skills, in an instant, the fresh lives disappeared.

The corpse lying on the battlefield seemed to be cut into pieces, revealing that its limbs were shattered and its torso was broken. At this moment when it was swallowed by blood, it was impossible to tell what a weapon was.

The battle lasted about an hour.

The massacre continues.

The air was filled with disgusting blood and the smell of internal organs.

The flashing light swallowed the enemy's life. At the moment when the Spartan Helmet warriors made a sudden advance, the White Woods Legion soldiers were like a forest, being cut down by the sharp blades in the hands of the Spartan Helmet.

Despite this, when Aaron noticed the rhythm of the White Shulin Army in the Western Front being overwhelmed by the 300,000 troops, his face was not relaxed.

Once dumplings are made by a large number of enemies, he will be defeated. Now, he can only order, "The Fourth Legion is divided into two strands to block the flanks on both sides!"

∧ Hui Zhanqi issued an order, and the Fourth Legion of the Revenge Army, which had nearly 100,000 people, quickly divided into two attack ladders of 50,000 people to block the enemy's wings from approaching.

There is no doubt that at this moment, two thousand Spartan warriors must resist the most elite 100,000 White Woods Legion from the front alone.

"The spear flew———"

The heavy spear in his hand flew out of his hand, and he strung five or six white forest soldiers into candied haws.

The sword in his hand flew up and down. Aaron was completely immersed in the charming crazy music of the metal collision and the warriors roaring.

Quickly replace your legs, rush forward, and kill!

At this moment, he was completely unwilling to think in advance, estimate or measure the strength of himself and his enemies.

Shake the enemy's front line and experience crazy happiness and intoxication during the battle.

When his head became hot, everything was rising and falling before his eyes, and blood splattered, and the soldiers who died in battle fell to the ground with a buzz.

This feeling is like a drunkard, amid the roars of the God of War and the God of Death, the shining of the sword light and the passion of his own, he will kill someone and cannot hear the tragedy of the murdered person. He will keep flying forward.

"Sparta~~~"

With just a roar and less than two thousand people, it shook the front line of the Baishulin Legion with 100,000 people.

This was shocking and surprising at the same time, it was almost incomprehensible to the White Shulin Legion.

In the eyes of the Western Frontier soldiers, I can't understand how warriors like Spartan Helmet were born.

When intelligence personnel from White Shulin City labeled these soldiers as holy city and sub-god clan, all this seemed no longer so difficult to understand in the eyes of the dwarf commander Dimer.

"So, we are fighting the sub-gods, our enemy, not only is he a direct member of the Reinhardt family. He is also a king of the holy city!?"

Dimer rubbed his brows and listened to the information of the special personnel.

Although he had mastered these comprehensive and detailed information and knew who he was against. However, the information that made people frown made Dimer completely unhappy.

"Let the Paladins of the Knights of the Sky take off immediately, and... gather two hundred thousand people and pack them from the left and right wings!"

After issuing this order, Dimo ​​asked the last 100,000 men to form a reserve team and stay in the rear of the battlefield.

Dimer intends to use all his strength to open up a magnificent battlefield where 300,000 people fight at the same time.

The seven temples dominate this world, and the sub-gods are blessed with skills. Both explosive power and combat power are undoubtedly very terrifying. The magical sub-gods are emerging one after another. This is really an difficult battle, Dimo ​​thinks.

Now it seems that it is very necessary to suppress the war at the beginning of the war. Even at a heavy price!

"Tell General Ramsey that all the crossbows, as well as crossbows, stone throwers, and aim at the battlefield in front of them to catch fire and attack! Just say... this is my order!" From when, Dimer's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were slightly dimmer than before, just like a clear sky suddenly covered a dark cloud.

When the noble general of the White Shulin named Ramsey heard Dimer's order, he couldn't help but shout, "Did I hear it wrong? The fire attack is to bury our frontline soldiers with the enemy!"

Although the noble general had complaints in his heart, the order was an order, following the clanship of the Seven Colored Elk Family, there were gains and losses!

Buzz ——————————

A squeak that made people's scalp numb, and a powerful hot stone bullet whizzed out.

When these stone bombs trembled on the front line of the battlefield, the Spartan soldiers quickly dodged with their superb combat skills and speed, and the more casualties were often the White Shulin soldiers.

The power of a 'heavy catapult' is equal to an 'eight-ton heavy hammer'. These heavy long-range weapons that can kill a flying dragon are undoubtedly fatal.

Huhu————A large number of projectiles and arrow rain poured in, and a heavy sound brought a real feeling of hitting the body.

In a large piece of corpses and blood mist, it makes people feel that the entire battlefield is shaking violently.

A long-range strike lasts for five minutes, killing at least fifty Spartan warriors. In any case, the Spartans must find the right opportunity to fight back.

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"Enemy combat morale, 200 points. Spartans combat morale, 900 points, 1000 points, 1300 points!"

With a long-range bombardment, thousands of White Tree soldiers died at the hands of their own long-range legion.

The data reflected in his eyes told Aaron that the morale of 30,000 spear soldiers on the White Shulin front had collapsed.

The reason why they still maintain a combat morale of 200 points is that the main force of the White Shulin Legion, which is closely behind them, is closely behind.

The heavy infantry covered in heavy armor, when Aaron led two thousand Spartan warriors to kill, Bai Shulin quietly completed the encirclement of the Spartans.

If, according to the usual strategic understanding, the legion of these two thousand people is equivalent to being sentenced to death, which is an unreasonable fact.

But don't forget that this is a group of Spartans labeled as sub-gods.

What scared Dimer, the commander of the White Tree Gnome, finally happened.

"The time has come for the Spartans to decide the outcome of this war!———"

Holding the big shield and the sword tightly, Aaron's face turned red in an instant.

From his perspective, seeing many heavy-armored soldiers surrounded by densely armor, Aaron simply half-squatted down and released his skill, "A blow to fall from heaven!"

The moment he activated the Void skill, he kicked hard towards the battlefield with both feet.

The level 4 skill of the Temple of Void made his whole body radiate, and his entire majestic figure was like a projectile being shot out of the crossbow, and then flew to the sky...

Bang, bang,———

Following closely behind. More and more Spartan helmet warriors release their nihilistic skills and fall into the sky with one blow!

The densely packed soldiers of the white forest pounced on the air. Each of them raised their heads and looked up at the sky. While shocked, they were completely frightened by this scene.

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"What's going on?"

For example, the commander leaped up from the high stands with his armrests tightly on his chair.

Seeing the cooked black crow suddenly... disappear?

Dimer's face looked a little ugly. In this short period of less than a minute, he thought of countless possibilities and the unpredictable ranged legion that could be subjected to some unpredictable blow.

But he never expected that an enemy, who was still thousands of meters away a minute ago, would fall from his head.

This world is full of all kinds of strange forces. The most powerful force is the Eight Great Temples.

There was a burst of nervousness in his subconscious mind. When Dimer subconsciously raised his head and saw a black dot approaching from the air, he quickly pulled away and staggered, thinking about avoiding it, but he didn't expect to roll down from the platform directly.

Bang------

With a loud bang, the moment the black spot fell, more than a dozen guards, together with a high platform, were smashed to pieces in the next second.

Several blood marks were knocked out of his high forehead. After a few hums, one of Dimer's arm was instantly dislocated. The guards not far away were coming, and at the same time, a cold voice clearly entered Dimer's ears.

"It's you? The commander of the 400,000 Legion of White Shulin, is just a half-man tall dwarf!"

In the ruins filled with smoke and dust, staring at the dwarf who was only half of the normal person's height rolling, Aaron slowly stood up straight.

There is no doubt that the White Shulin Legion had an excellent commander. But before seeing it with his own eyes, Aaron would never have thought that the commander of the 400,000 Legion would look like this.

"Humbling dwarf, you look just a clown, but there is never mercy in the war. Not to mention, you are a good opponent."

Accompanied by Aaron's cold tone, with the help of the fallen attack, the 1,800 Spartan warriors attacked across the battlefield all fell into the formation of the ranged legion.

Large long-range equipment was smashed for a while. The unarmed long-range infantry not only did not have melee weapons, but some of them were even wearing thin cloth clothes. Tigers entered the flock of sheep, and the main heavy-armed forces of the Baishulin Legion were left far away on the battlefield.

The 20,000-range legion that Bai Shulin had hoarded equipment was slaughtered in the most ruthless way.

Facing the unarmed long-range infantry, the Spartans felt out of control and satisfied their desire to kill.

Now it seems that the most wonderful feeling in the world is the ability to wipe out all the pleasure with your own hands. It’s noon, and from a distance, it’s nowhere to be seen whether it’s the red sun or the blood that dyes the earth red.
Chapter completed!