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The green blood flowed out from the back of the corpse that fell to the ground. Seeing the monster's appearance, Bellinger's face suddenly turned red.

Because he could hear more monsters with fleshy wings swarming from above his head.

Huhu———

The claws on the top of his head were extremely fast, but Bellinger was faster. While swinging his claws, Bellinger flashed, grabbed his slippery legs and pulled them to the position he was standing just now. The sword that Bellinger carried with him hit the other party's head hard, and blood was splashing.

But in just a blink of an eye, Bellinger's figure was wrapped in more winged ghosts.

"Protect the commander!"

The responsibility of the general's guard is to protect the general.

The troll general Bellinger was the commander of the 100,000 Berserkers Legion.

According to the laws of the Spartan Empire, the commander died and all the marching legions were beheaded from the centurion or above.

So, seeing Bellinger is besieged by the Winged Ghost.

The troll warriors and berserkers all rushed over like crazy, shouting "Guardian Commander!"

Even though blood gushed up from his throat, his body was gradually dying and he fell at his feet beside Bellinger.

The desperate rescue allowed Bellinger to seize the gap. Although he was slightly injured, he was protected by armor. Bellinger quickly killed the Winged Ghost who grabbed him.

As soon as his feet landed, Bellinger took a step and came to the left of the tenement commander Worthop in the front. He grabbed his fallen figure with his other hand and grabbed the powerful claws of the Wing Ghost with his other hand. He twisted it hard, and made a click, and the Wing Ghost's scream rang out.

Bellinger pushed hard, providing the ten thousand mentor Wothop with a chance to escape. He followed his wrist and the spear in his hand came out of his hand, turning into a stream of light, penetrated through the chest of the Winged Ghost.

Retreat to the shield formation and the archer's defense circle, the tenement captain Wothop threw gratitude to Bellinger.

Although the other party is a troll clan, Wathorp has nothing to say. He is a smart person. It is useless to say more about some things, otherwise it will only be redundant.

In the eyes of others, he is General Bellinger's right and left hand that he relies on and valued the most.

"Shield Berserker, immediately force the commander to grab it back."

Wasau's ordinary red eyes were covered with bloodshots. The enemies from the air came too suddenly, leaving no defense on the high ground.

Five minutes later, he personally led a shield player on the back and snatched Bellinger from the Winged Ghost's hand, and found that the Troll General's shoulder joint seemed to have been dislocated.

"Sir, you're injured."

Hearing Watsop's prompt, Bellinger sneered: "This arm is useless."

Then the firelight, Bellinger reached out and touched it, and the sticky blood was broken, and his arms were completely broken by two-thirds.

Seeing a winged ghost pounced down from the rain of arrows, the target was still himself. Bellinger did not use it at all. He took off the spear on his back with one hand and drew an elegant arc in the air. With a muffled sound, the other party's forehead cracked, and blood suddenly emerged from the top of his head, falling from the top of his head in the blink of an eye by the Berserker's sword.

But despite this, countless berserkers were still attacked and captured by the Winged Ghost. The lively warrior fell from the air in the blink of an eye and turned into a corpse with only remaining heat.

There are so many enemies.

In addition, the defense line at the high ground had collapsed, and the entire steep slope of hundreds of meters turned into a cunning slaughterhouse. With the light of fire, all the berserkers were corpses of their heads shattered by the winged ghosts.

In the second half of the night, thousands of berserkers were killed in battle.

Bellinger personally grabbed the arm of the captain and said, "Worthop, we can't hold on. The warrior dug a cave on the rock wall and went in to defend until dawn... After dawn, if you are still alive, go back to the Eagle's Nest City and tell the God of War what happened here. Bring the news about these evil creatures back to the empire."

Wathop was exhausted and confused. He was covered in blood and could not tell whether the enemy was his or her.

The moment before being dragged into the cave, the screams of hundreds of thousands of berserkers resounded throughout his eardrums. In the last sight, Bellinger and his few troll warriors plunged into a dark ghoul without hesitation.

Hundreds of berserkers fought to the death to defend the hole, and in the later more intense battles, Watsop spent the longest night of his life.

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When the sky turned white, the originally tall and wide sky was shrouded in a cloud, and the ignorant raindrops fell on this blood-spreading land.

The dense ghouls and the winged ghosts disappeared into the cold mist.

This is a gloomy morning with a whirring wind.

The corpses on the ground filled Wathorp's heart with fear and despair. Looking back, there were less than ten soldiers kneeling on the ground and crying.

Yesterday, the shocking legion, the majestic warriors, and the rushing flags turned into scarlet wreckage.

The general's face was also eclipsed by the thin mist.

At first glance, the sunset fort in the distance was safe and sound, and the sunset plain was still the sunset plain yesterday. There were only a lot of corpses, and the world was full of life and lifeless...

One thousand meters away from the central highlands of the Sunset Plain.

The great Duke of the West, Kashien, was silver-haired, sat upright on the back of a tall war horse, twitched the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "Tsk tsk, a legion of 100,000 people evaporated in one night. Among the seven temples, only the Temple of Darkness and Nirvana has such magic power."

Listening to the great duke's mutter, Cicely, who had just been enthroned by the Earl of Sunset Castle, seemed to be very dissatisfied, "So, this is what you call the God of War in the North. You didn't even show your face, and you just died silently."

Cashin raised his left hand and stretched out his index finger to sway gently, "No! This is not his main legion, that person did not appear on this battlefield. Well, the commander of this legion is like a legendary troll. Damn, these barbaric species that should have existed in the wild continent should not step into the land of the Central World."

Hearing the denial of the great duke, Cicely's eyes rekindled, "So, the God of War in the North, the legendary boy of the Reinhardt family, he did not die, but did not appear... Oh. Look, father. Someone actually survived this battlefield!"

Cicely's shocked voice immediately aroused the vigilance of the White Shulin's follower Knight.
Chapter completed!