At the foot of Mount Li, countless orcs wailed. They not only witnessed millions of their tribes being plundered from their souls, but also witnessed that their king could not even stop Fan Yi's sword. They also became a victim of the demon army's attack on the four mountains of the human race, and died in great humiliation.

...

"You want to be sacrificed, too?"

On the throne, Fan Yi looked at him, and suddenly there was a great terror between the heaven and earth, which made a group of orc warriors frightened. Fan Yi even sneered: "Continue to attack Mount Li, otherwise you will have the same fate."

Therefore, nearly one million orcs continued to attack the players at the foot of the mountain. The defense line of the NPC army was actually destined. They either died under Fan Yi's sacrifice or died under the player's sword. The final result was the same. This was the result of handing over their destiny to others. For the nine thrones, the orcs were just cannon fodder and had no more use.

At the foot of the mountain, after a while, the attack of the Orcs' Legion was declared over and had all been reduced to the player's experience value.

...

"Hmph, a bunch of waste."

Another throne rose, and above it, there was a king with a flowing sword intent all over his body and a huge sword box behind him. It was Han Ying, a sword-caster. He smiled slightly: "Mr. Fan Yi, let me fight with the four human races?"

"Can."

Fan Yi hid in the clouds with a smile, only the remaining power of the throne was still lingering in the air.

Han Ying held a giant sword in his hand, pointed the blade forward, and said with a smile: "Twilight Legion, attack!"

For a moment, the mountains and forests were shocked, and countless troops originally belonged to the Twilight Blade Tarlin rushed out of the jungle. The mountains were covered with 355-level cavalry monsters, Muye Blood Knight, Fire Spirit Knight, crimson armor and lingering flames, which made the entire pioneering forest red. Just after Han Ying's order, the sound of horse hooves spread and countless monsters rushed to the player camp.

"Be on guard!"

On Yilu's position, Lin Xi gently stroked the slightly anxious white deer's mane, held the archangel in his right hand, and his body sank slightly, saying: "The impact from the level 355 cavalry monster must be much more violent than the previous orc legion. Everyone in the front row seized the opportunity to release skills such as weapons protection, ashes barriers, etc. Don't take too much damage. If the qi and blood are less than 30%, retreat immediately. No one will say you are afraid to fight."

Everyone nodded.

Further away, there are also a sound of encouragement and cheering for the leaders and players on the positions of the Myth, Fenglin Volcano, Wuji and other guilds. At this time, each leader is a soul figure in the battlefield, supporting the cornerstone of the human battlefield, and their existence is indispensable.

"Junior brother."

Looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, Senior Sister Yun asked with a smile: "Why don't you participate in the fight this time?"

"It's boring."

I looked at my level and a top-notch equipment and smiled and said, "It's better to leave the ruins of Hydra. As for myself, it's better to be the lord of a country, so it's better to sit on the top of the mountain with my senior sister. When those soldiers look back and see me here, they will feel encouraged. This is enough."

She smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right."

...

Not long after, the mountain was killed, and tens of millions of monsters and tens of millions of players were strangled by each other. Although Makino Blood Knight and Fire Spirit Knight were both mid-level monsters, they had high levels and strong attributes, and the impact on players was extremely huge. Moreover, on the entire front, there were tens of millions of people in contact with players. I don’t know how many people were constantly refreshing in the pioneering forest.

The Demon Legion has such an advantage, and monsters are refreshed infinitely. After all, they have sufficient reasons to provide players with enough monster-brushing resources. Unlimited refresh is also the right one. When these monsters that are refreshed infinitely, what kind of result will be if they are used by the Nine Thrones? I am afraid that everyone will be helpless.

The result, as I expected.

In less than half an hour, Han Ying, a sword-caster on the throne, was at its peak, and there were wisps of luck around him. He slowly raised his sword and smiled, "It should...it's almost the same, right? Since that's the case, then come again!"

“Hand it.”

The sound of the shadow of death forest came from the clouds, and then a blood-red light flew out of the clouds and fell on Han Ying, making the sword-caster seem to have been another person in an instant, and had absolute control over the rules of death. The sword blade was raised, his eyes were glowing with a red luster, looking down at all, and shouted: "Sacrifice--Warriors of the Twilight Legion, your death will forge the final glory of the Holy Demon Legion, come on!!"

The sword light surged and soared into the sky!

On the earth, countless Twilight Legion units that had not yet walked out of the pioneering forests let out a wail. They couldn't help but stand in place one by one. With the wailing, their mouths, eyes, nostrils, and ears were constantly being pulled out. Even though they were dead objects, their final life force and the fire of the undead were sacrificed together. Countless Twilight Legion troops turned into bloody luster and soared into the sky. Finally, they were all sacrificed into wisps of ghosts lingering around the great sword, condensing a sword with terrifying strength!

"Damn..."

A group of Muye Blood Riders turned around and looked at the scene of their companions being sacrificed. Their faces were pale. One of the Moye Blood Riders, who was a commander of the thousand-man, almost had their eyes split and they roared: "Sword Forging Man, you beast... If Lord Tallin is still alive, how could he tolerate you doing such dirty things!"

However, Tallinn has been killed by our sea of ​​people. Moreover, even if Tallinn is alive, with his strength, he may not be able to reach the throne. The final result of the Twilight Legion is still the same.

In the air, Han Ying, the sword-caster, slowly rose, and countless sparks were lingering around the sword, and even strands of undead fire were pulled from the earth. He ignored the curse of the remaining troops of the Twilight Legion. He just looked at Mount Li in Nato ahead, raised his lips and smiled: "When I was a young man, I traveled to the Middle Earth Continent, and I wanted to worship a sword sect. But your human race looked down on people. This matter... It's endless hatred, so this sword is not only the Holy Demon Legion, but also the sword full of hatred by my sword-caster. Are you ready to take the sword?"

On the top of Mount Li, Feng Buwen walked forward with a sword and said lightly: "Even if you draw the sword."

"boom--"

The earth trembled, and the mountains were flowing. In the distance, the fortunes of countless rivers in the Xuanyuan Empire were also pulled by the Xiyue Mountain Lord, turning into wisps of green flowing around the mountains and weather in the sky, forming a stable pattern of mountains and rivers interdependent. The thought of not hearing the wind is like wearing an indestructible and ancient armor for Mount Li.

"Since that's the case, just kneel down and lead the sword!"

Han Ying roared lowly, and suddenly a sword fell to the sky. The moment the sword light slashed on the mountain and water restrictions outside Mount Li, the sword box behind him suddenly opened, and strands of flying swords fell into the sky like fireflies, and continued to merge with countless undead fires in the sword light, becoming a sword energy containing the luck of death.

For a moment, it was like a heavy rain slapping on a thin roof, and loud noises continued. The outermost mountain meteorological defense was almost broken into pieces and disintegrated in an instant. Then the second and third layers were constantly being broken. Although Han Ying might not be able to surpass Fan Yi in the sword path, he sacrificed his sword too much. Most of the power of the Twilight Legion was almost hidden in this sword.

"grass……"

At the foot of the mountain, the players raised their heads and looked at everything that happened in the sky in horror. Qingdeng frowned: "Is this a decisive battle? Is it a chance to kill monsters in an unruly manner? Is it a big move?"

"really."

Kamei frowned slightly: "I don't play according to common sense."

Lin Xi looked solemn and said nothing. She had no choice. The battle between the Throne and the Four Mountains was indeed not something that ordinary players could touch, and there was nothing they could do.

...

"Shans, hold on to me!"

Feng Buwen shouted softly, the golden body buzzed, and the power continued to rush the valley. On the top of the mountains, the mountain kings and the mountain gods' golden bodies appeared and turned into wisps of mountain atmosphere to help the white-clothed Qing Xiang of the West. The entire Xuanyuan Empire was trembling, and with the power of a country to resist the alien demons. In front of him, with the continuous collapse of the mountain atmosphere, Feng Buwen gritted his teeth, and Mu Tiancheng, Guan Yang, and Yi Ping's golden bodies were also constantly trembling. Further away, the mountain gods whose golden bodies were almost about to collapse were desperate, destroying their own cultivation before their death, bursting out their golden bodies, and constantly repairing the mountain atmosphere that was split by the sword energy.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of mountain gods were destroyed.

The strong wind raged on the mountain top, and I stood side by side with Senior Sister Yun. Yuan Qiao's cloak was flying behind me. Looking at the battle in the distance, he frowned and said, "When fighting like this, the atmosphere of the Four Mountains will only become weaker and weaker. In this way, we have almost no chance and don't need all of them. The nine thrones only need to sacrifice less than half of the alien demon legion to completely crush the Four Mountains."

“Not necessarily.”

Senior Sister Yun opened her red lips and looked at the battlefield in the distance with beautiful eyes, saying, "Junior brother, if you observe carefully, you should find that every sacrifice of these thrones comes at a price."

“What’s the price?”

"The fortune of death."

She said quietly: "Lin Hai refined the world elements on the altar of death and warmed up the legendary fate of death. It is the blessing of these fates that allow the throne to have the ability to withdraw from others' lives and sacrifice swordsmanship. Therefore, the losses of the four mountains of the human race are not small, but the thrones are not able to draw swords infinitely, you must be able to withstand it."

"knew."

I continued to frown and looked into the distance. No matter what, this battle was already quite unfavorable to the human race. Senior Sister Yun may not know that the rules of infinite refresh of monsters will not change. As long as the Shadow of Death Lin Hai's heart is dark and cruel enough, it will definitely crush the Four Mountains. By then, if the human race loses the Four Mountains, the real disaster will come.

...

"Squeak~~~"

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared on Jun Yiping's golden body in Dongyue Mountain, extending from his face to his neck. He even vomited blood, but his figure was tall and the mountain atmosphere was flowing, and he remained motionless.
Chapter completed!