Until Tadabao had Alzheimer's disease, he could still remember everything that happened tonight.

My own human master, carrying a stone hammer that only the two-headed black-print ogres could lift, almost knocked down all the robbers in the blink of an eye. He also pointed at the nose of the other demon leader and shouted loudly: I can beat you very much!

This scene was spread farther and farther by the bard, and was eventually changed to an opera, and was performed by the Dragon and Beauty Opera Group, the most famous of that era, in the Alliance's Royal Grand Theater. The castrated actor hammered his chest, like a barbarian walking out of epic mythology, grinned at the demon, "I can beat you very much!"

This classic scene and this classic line suddenly became popular throughout the Hekai continent!

But drama, after all, is just drama.

It simply uses an exaggerated way to reflect Yang Dashuan's mighty power at the time, but it does not show another scene. That is, there are nearly two or three hundred ogres around Yang Dashuan.

The ten two-headed black-print ogres undoubtedly caused an unparalleled shock to the natives.

The devil leader who had promised Yang Dashuan to prepare for a one-on-one challenge also shrank a little.

He was secretly rubbing the blood from the knife. It was made on Yang Dashuan's chest during the day.

Although the ogres were extremely shocked, the absolute advantage in numbers still gave them great confidence. To bullying the few with more has always been their habit and hobby. Although Yang Dashuan's courage has deterred them, it does not mean that this can make them afraid. Although most ogres present today have two heads, it does not mean that they must be smart.

Indigenous people are often accustomed to using their body size to measure the gap in strength.

If the little giant Iverson was here today, the natives would have escaped light in an instant.

After a simple stunned look, the ogres quickly reacted. This made them feel that their faces were gone because they were actually scared by such a small man. A low roar and high roar suddenly came from the indigenous crowd.

"Bang!"

The sound of the corpse explosion interrupted the ogre's angry provocation.

The bloody corpse on the ground exploded in the sight of the ogres with their eyes rippled. After the explosion, two white bones stood up staggeringly.

"The Necromancer!"

The ogres can no longer calm down.

If they are still afraid of something, they are undoubtedly magicians. Although the magic patterns on the ogres can also allow them to communicate elements, it is at most a trick that is not lethal. It is precisely because of understanding elements that they know the terror of magicians.

Looking at these two bones, Yang Dashuan showed an opposite expression from the ogres.

Although Lao Yang's face still looked like a smile, he kept cursing in his heart - what the hell is this! At least the skeleton summoned by the skeleton stick will also be accompanied by a bone blade and a bone shield, but the skeleton summoned for Mao himself is not poor at all?

After glanced at the only skill on the personal information bar, Yang Dashuan was completely stunned.

Cooling time is one day.

This means that he can only use such a crappy spell once a day!

But the ogres don't think so. They simply think that if Yang Dashuan can summon a skeleton once, he will summon the second time. Out of fear of the magician and the surrounding of the centaur, their psychological defense line suddenly collapsed. It was hopeless, and even the summoning and inspiration of the leader could not give them the courage to resist.

The ogres on the field threw down their weapons and ran around madly.

In the blink of an eye, no one left ran away.

The devil leader sat on the ground and blinked hard, but the guy didn't react at all.

It was not until Yang Dashuan pulled the demon horn on his head and several centaurs were set up for him. He didn't react until this time, but it was too late to struggle. The suppression of the joints was enough to make a weak woman subdue an adult strong man, not to mention that the four centaurs pressed all the weight on him.

"Damn human, damn necromancer!" The demon struggled desperately, kicking his legs. The centaurs stepped firmly on his back, and the demon's legs were like plows, turning up the grass roots. "Do you know who I am? Do you dare to catch me?"

Yang Dashuan twisted the demon's horn.

The plain eyes made the demon's clamoring voice honestly swallow back into his stomach.

"I've said a long time ago that if you win, I'll listen to you..." Yang Dashuan twisted his backhand and a click came. The devil opened his mouth wide and a heart-wrenching roar came from the depths of his throat.

"But yours didn't win!" Yang Dashuan vomited this guy with a squirting look on his face.

The demon's horn of this guy looks no different from the foreheads of most races in Beamon, but the curve is larger. He doesn't want Beamon's horn in his hand, without any temperature, but a living life has its own beating heart.

"I really don't have any interest in knowing who you are."

Yang Dashuan grinned and twisted his backhand again, breaking another demon's horn.

The devil who lost his horns suddenly looked like an eggplant from frost, so he was no longer as strong as before. The strength of his struggle was not as strong as before. A centaur could prevent him from moving.

Da Taibao picked up a torch.

Under the fire, the demon who lost the Demon's Horn is not much different from that of humans.

Rather than being human, it is more like some behemoths who have lost their racial traits.

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but burst into laughter. The church used Bemon's appearance to devalue and vilify Bemon, who originally belonged to the same species, and forcibly cut off their tens of thousands of years of connection on the Hekai Continent.

"Master, he doesn't move!"

Santabao shook the demon's hands that were locked upside down, but he did not respond and reminded in a low voice.

"Die?" Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes, inevitably feeling a little disappointed. "I haven't had enough fun yet!"

After spreading open the demon's eyes, his black pupils were completely dissipated.

There was no heartbeat, no pulse... But Yang Dashuan knew that the devil was still cunning, so he gave this guy an axe and directly cut off the guy who was eating.

After cleaning up the battlefield, there was nothing else to gain except for the collection of several triangular sword blades that the ogres got from the fleet passing by the white horses. Of course, the drawings of the bird-winged crossbow were not found.

In vain.

This made Yang Dashuan a little disappointed.

A demon who has been in the wasteland for many years does not even have a valuable collection. Isn’t this a fucking trick?

"Master, what should I do with his body?" The Otaku kicked the corpse that was already emitting a foul smell on the ground, looking disgusted. "I want me to tell you, I can just break the body."

"Take it back, give Leren some explanation. Leren doesn't know that something happened to Posaya. After knowing it, what will happen. Keep it for her to vent her anger!" Yang Dashuan smiled bitterly. "Or it would be nailed to the entrance of the town and show the natives that we are not easy to mess with!"

Before the battlefield was cleaned, Xiangshuai arrived.

This elf changed his beautiful appearance in the past, and his body was covered with indistinguishable from whether it was a bear goblin or his own blood, as if it was a war god falling from the sky.

Obviously, after killing the robbers specially used to seduce, Kasumi did not find the figure of the demon, and then he realized that he had been fooled. Dragging a half-dead bear goblin, Kasumi finally arrived at the end of the battle.

Looking at the headless corpse on the ground and the demon horns held in Yang Dashuan's hand.

Xiangshuai was silent.

After seeing his appearance, Yang Dashuan's hatred disappeared. To be honest, he and Xiang Shuai had no major conflicts except for dislike each other. Now that Posaya died in battle, it was a situation that no one wanted to see.

The hunters scattered around and chased them along the route of the ogres' escape.

There were sounds and screams in succession on the lonely wasteland.

A moment later, the huntresses who went out came back.

Their bodies were covered with ogre blue blood.

"I'll give you that corpse!" Yang Dashuan licked his lips. He had nothing to say to Xiang Shuai. He still didn't like him.

Xiang Shuai trembled all over and looked at Yang Dashuan, her eyes full of gratitude.

Lao Yang pursed his mouth and said nothing. He waved his hand and signaled the centaur to gather.

After all the night, the sky in the east was white.

The newborn sun illuminates this battlefield.

"Thank you!" Xiang Shuai bowed deeply to Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan stopped. For this sentence, he looked at Xiangshuai for a long time. The elf who would rather die than admit defeat actually thanked him. What happened to my ear? Yang Dashuan took out his ears in disbelief. Sure enough, a large ball of earwax was stuffed into the ear holes.

"You don't need to thank me. Posaya is Leren's mentor. I should avenge her. This is what I should do." Yang Dashuan was not grateful.

"I have to rush back to the Nanyao Forest. The news of Posaya's death must be passed back. In the previous battle, we have not decided the winner. At that time, I will definitely defeat you in the tenth year of the Holy Capital!" Xiang Shuai asked someone to move the demon's corpse and turn it back to the leopard himself. "If I said before, please consider what I have said. The Empire needs a bird-winged crossbow, even if it is just one, as long as you are willing to sell it, the Empire will definitely buy it for a lot of money!"
Chapter completed!