The cool wind in Liyang, the dust dissipates.

The noisy valley seemed to be quiet at this moment.

Yang Dashuan raised the Destroyer, weighed it in his hand, and rolled his eyes at Kakarok. After seeing Kakarok's smile with disdain, he raised his foot and kicked the stone beside him. The stone was hit by Kakarok's sword, emitting a large piece of powder.

The mercenaries on the mountain road couldn't help but speed up, and it was a wise decision to rush to the top of the mountain at this time.

Looking at the mercenaries' "hee hee hee hee" call, the slaves were not willing to be outdone and rushed up with simple weapons. A range of riots suddenly occurred on the narrow mountain road. The number of mercenaries had an absolute advantage, and the formation of maintaining and sequential attack methods were not weaker than those of the slaves.

The centaur's axe is always unable to break through the mercenaries' spear forest. The long-handled battle axe does not have enough attack range. Every time I want to fight these mercenaries in close combat, the opponent will always approach forward at the right time. After a few rounds, more and more centaurs were injured.

As for the ogres, they also wanted to get involved, but the area on the top of the mountain was only so large, and they could only stare at them when they were occupied by the centaurs. If they hadn't consumed too much mental power, they could use the 'Great Movement of Heaven and Earth' to control objects to break the spear formation.

In fact, the spear formation is the best type to restrain infantry and cavalry, so it is inevitable that centaurs and ogres will be defeated at this time.

While slowly approaching, the mercenaries also did not forget to divide up some of the heads of the "bandit army" - Yang Dashuan, who was holding the Destroyer with bare shirtless.

However, at this time, Yang Dashuan and Kakarok were fighting hard.

I have to say that Kakarok is a good fighter. In this limited space on the mountain road, a flying sword is very good. It is soft and hard. It can not only drive away the destructionists that Yang Dashuan chops, but also retaliate from time to time.

Yang Dashuan had no choice but to take Kakarok for a moment.

Just at this moment, several mercenaries who were not open-eyed came to the door, and Yang Dashuan was not polite. He put his arms around and grabbed the spear. The Destroyer lifted and fell, cutting off the spear head. He then threw it casually, and the broken spear tip flew through the air and pierced into the mercenaries' bodies.

The armor on the mercenary was all made of fine iron. Although it was hollowed out, its protective power was not reduced at all. After the sword was cut, it left sparks and scratches on the surface of the armor. However, this thing was like paper-paste for Yang Dashuan and had no effect at all.

Except for Kakarok, no one could withstand Yang Dashuan's turn. But Kakarok was not feeling well. The opponent seemed to be more and more brave and could always beat him back step by step. The two hundred pounds of pure steel flying sword could not help but slash against the Destroyer. After two or three swords, the blade of the flying sword was full of gaps, which looked like a repaired saw.

Yang Dashuan roared, his calf swung, and he rushed to Kakarok in front of him in small steps.

Before Kakarok could react, he hit the chest with a sore foot.

This kick almost kicked out the count's lungs. He vomited blood on the spot and rolled down the hillside. Seeing the lord and the slaves became more and more brave as they fought, the mercenaries could not find the north. The ogres stood up against a log with three or four blades and stabbed straight towards the spear formation. The shield used for defense was immediately stabbed in half, shattering all over the ground.

The centaurs didn't have long weapons, so they threw out the long-handled battle axe in their hands.

Although the weapons in the territory are of various types, they often have only one identical feature - weight. All melee weapons are made of pure steel, and each weapon weighs at least about two hundred pounds. Combined with the strength of the slaves, the power of these weapons can be maximized.

The centaurs swung so hard that they roared about ten long-handled battle axes and spun out of their hands.

The mercenaries didn't even react, and these dozen battle axes smashed into the crowd.

Some of the soldiers in the front row didn't even scream, and were cut in half. The broken body filled the entire valley with blood drifting all over the sky, and the wailing continued for a while. The soldiers who were not dead fell to the ground, and their broken bodies twisted helplessly and twitched.

Several loyal mercenaries crossed the mountain road the moment Kakarok fell, blocking Yang Dashun's idea of ​​capturing the thief first. Da Taibao and Thade also wanted to chase him, but were stabbed back by several spears. They could only watch the arrogant Count being rescued by everyone.

Although Kakarok was defeated, this wave of mercenaries' attacks continued.

But this has no big impact.

The moment Mana in her body recovered to a certain level, Yang Dashuan rubbed the Vulcan Ring in her hand.

Accompanied by the scene of fire, the huge Azeroth fire snake suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, and its huge body occupied everyone's vision. The waves of roars made everyone's eyes hop. How did this big snake with four people around it appear?

The moment the Azeroth Fire Snake appeared, the temperature in the entire valley suddenly rose to an extreme.

The sound of "crackling" suddenly spread with the burnt smell above the entire Altlan Valley. The green leaves gradually lost their moisture and then turned yellow. Under the gaze of everyone, the green leaves burned "bang".

This is just a starting point. As the green leaves burn, the entire valley was filled with flames.

The mercenaries in iron armor stood in front of the mountain road. They really couldn't be more courageous to challenge this huge monster. The hot high temperature on the top of the mountain had spread to the foot of the mountain. The mercenaries felt that the armor on their bodies became hotter and hotter, like a red can of iron. The sweat had evaporated as soon as it dripped.

The huge Azeroth fire snake curled up its body and slowly lowered its high head. The pupils like cat-eyed eyes contracted to the extreme, and this gaze made everyone's hearts jump.

The flame-like snake letter was constantly being swallowed and spitted by the Azeroth Fire Snake. Every time, flames would pop out of its mouth and fall to the ground, causing a small fire. Even the ground under the fire snake had mottled cracks, like dense spider silk webs.

The shock was not over yet. Accompanied by two white lights, the rock puppets burning with huge flames appeared in the valley.

The top of the mountain, which was originally a little gap, was suddenly filled with crowds, and two rock puppets standing on either side were holding their hands at the entrance of the mountain road like a sect god.

The mercenaries were completely stunned. If an Azeroth fire snake could destroy all their resistance, then two rock puppets as high as twelve blades were enough to destroy all their courage. Someone took a head, didn't hold the weapon in his hand, and hit the ground with a "clang". The shocked mercenaries finally reacted completely. After looking at each other in a while, Sa Ya ran away.

The narrow mountain road suddenly became crowded.

All the mercenaries threw off their weapons and ran towards the foot of the mountain like crazy.

The Azeroth Fire Snake rushed for a while, rolling and rushed straight down the mountain road. The huge body pressed on the mountain road like a rush. The bluestone slabs on the mountain road were suddenly crushed by pieces, and the shattered stone slabs where the fire snake passed were also broken, leaving traces like magma on the surface. The fluid magma rushed towards the mercenaries along the slope and the fire snake.

The entire mountain road was filled with wailing sounds.

At close range, the churning flames burned the mercenaries screaming in pain. The Azeroth Fire Snake ignored the mercenaries who were blocking the road. Just after passing by, the iron-like armor would become hot, causing them to lose all their combat power in pain. As for the rock puppets following behind the Fire Snake, it was even more amazing. As for the huge body, the entire valley was trembling with it.

"Save!"

All the slaves had ecstatic expressions on their faces. For them, the appearance of the Rock Puppet and the Azeroth Fire Snake meant that their siege had been lifted.

At nearly a hundred yards, the three-headed summoning object rushed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain in almost a blink of an eye.

Terrifying speed!

It was not only the only thing that made the mercenaries tremble. The summoned objects that fell at the foot of the mountain slaughtered all the creatures around them.

The entire foothills of Altlank have become a piece of purgatory!

Kakarok, who tasted Yang Dashuan's heart-wrenching foot, woke up quietly at this time. When he saw these summoning objects, he almost vomited blood.

Looking at the summoning object that slaughtered mercenaries wildly, Kakarok took out two rolls of note from his pocket with trembling. The note was tied with gold thread. As soon as he took it out, the flickering demon patterns kept spinning around the note. Circles of the Gita resounded throughout the valley. Yang Dashuan raised his eyebrows and stood there in a daze.

Kakarok pulled open his letter and threw it out in the air, and a golden light flashed in the sky.

The flashing golden light almost enveloped the entire sky, and pieces of golden patterns quickly surrounded the summoned objects. The continuous sound of "papa" bursts kept ringing in the air. After the golden light enveloped, the huge bodies of the Azeroth fire snake and the rock puppet narrowed a circle.

"Great Dispel Technique!" Seeing the golden patterns and the shrinking summoning objects, I couldn't help but squint my eyes.

John Old once told him about this matter, summoning objects are not omnipotent, especially when facing some magic. For example, the "magic abolition" of the elves, Bemon's "Ariya's Song of Dispersion", and of course the Alliance's "Great Dispersion"!

It's just the same kind of magic and different titles, but the effects they have are often the same.

All summoning techniques are nothing more than using elements to build objects, giving this object a short-term action power. Whether it is an Azeroth Fire Snake or a rock puppet, it is the same. It relies on elements and mental power to have its own action power.

The so-called dispersion is to disperse all these elements that gather together to form objects.

The dispersion used by people of different strengths is different. Especially for behemoths like Azeroth Fire Snake and Rock Puppet, ordinary dispersion has no lethality to them at all!

But what's going on? Only magicians with the strength of the Holy Realm can use such a huge range to disperse their summons almost reduce their size by more than half at once.

Has someone come to the church?

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but squint his eyes.

But soon, Lao Yang discovered something different.

Although the magic element fluctuations in the air were very strong, they did not gather any strength at all. The smart old Yang soon discovered this! Sure enough, under the scrutiny of his eyes, he soon discovered Kakarok holding the note.

Before he could react, Kakarok had already pulled open another note.

Under the golden light, the Azeroth Fire Snake and two rock puppets completely disappeared. If it weren't for the traces left on the ground, no one would even believe how these summoned objects were raging before. Yang Dashuan was stunned. He originally wanted to use the rock puppets to block these mercenaries, and then he led the slaves to a bloody path.

But I didn't expect that this would be destroyed by two magic scrolls of "Great Dispel Technique".

"What are you still standing there? Rush, rush up!" Kakarok, who originally thought he could keep the scroll, roared angrily, accidentally touching the wound on his chest, which made him unable to help coughing again.

The mercenaries looked at each other in a flash and gathered again under the reward and supervision of the battle.

At least there were no big guys, which made the mercenaries much more at ease. After all, the Twelve Blades of the High Rock Puppet just standing there gave people an inexplicable pressure, which was inevitable. Now there was no threat of summoning objects, the mercenaries were much more bold. Under the urging of the Count, the mercenaries quickly picked up the weapons thrown on the ground, formed two square formations and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

Looking at the mercenaries who charged again, the slaves were stunned.

After all, the temperature rise caused by the appearance of the Azeroth Fire Snake has also caused many slaves to lose too much physical strength. They barely supported themselves, and the slaves could not even lift a mace.

"Master, what should we do?" Sad blinked his eyes and looked at the mercenary who was less than half the distance from the top of the mountain, and suddenly became panicked.

The previous charge has made the slaves who were already physically overdrawn even more unbearable. Without weapons and protection, the slaves were injured more and more. Until now, if this group of mercenaries rushed to the top of the mountain, they would only face a difficult-to-organize massacre!

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch his waist bag.

He spread his palms and there were three magic crystal bullets. Two fire-type and one wind-type magic crystal bullet. After a moment of hesitation, Yang Dashuan broke open Moradin's rage and stuffed a fire-type magic crystal bullet. This was the only fourth-level monster that Charlie once delivered to his magic crystal, taken from a fourth-level monster.

On the mountain road, the mercenaries ran wildly.

Without the intimidation of summoning objects, and with almost all the slaves losing their combat power, everyone worked hard. Under the heavy reward of Count Kakarok, they wanted to be the first to rush to the top of the mountain, kick Yang Dashuan down and tie him to the Count.

The screaming mercenaries made the slaves stunned.

However, seeing the master who was still calm, he was somewhat relieved.

Looking at the mountain road, the entire mountain road was already in chaos. In order to be ahead of others, more people even pulled off their armor for protection, and each led the way with a small machete.

At least one or two thousand mercenaries were squeezed on this mountain road less than a hundred yards long.

Looking at the excited expressions on their faces, they seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred with Yang Dashuan.

"Master!" The Grand Prince supported his body that had already been exhausted, and stood up staggeringly with the battle axe full of gaps. "Master, you go first from the path, I will cut off the back. Return to the territory, don't forget to avenge our brothers!"

When several centaurs heard the voice of Da Taibao, they immediately looked tragic. They also followed the head's appearance and held the battle axe and blocked the entrance tremblingly.

"Master, this trail leads to the south of Ultratown. As long as you get around here, you will be safe!" Da Taibao pulled off his helmet and slammed it hard on his head. "Brothers, pick up all the guys. Today, we fight with these humans!"

As he said that, the centaurs were about to rush down.

However, before taking two steps, Yang Dashuan was grabbed by Yang.

"What's the hurry? It's not your turn to die now!" Yang Dashuan grinned and kicked Da Taibao at the big white teeth. "Get back. It's not time to fight for the death. Even if I fight for the death, I'm the first to rush forward!"

The slaves looked at the master eagerly and wiped their eyes hard.

Thad turned his head, covered his face with his black hands, and couldn't help sobbing, but he was slapped hard by Yang Dashuan. "Why are you crying? Master, I'm not dead yet!"

After saying that, under the attention of a group of slaves, Yang Dashuan stood at the intersection of the mountain road.

As the sun sets, the golden sun shines behind them. The red clouds in the sky seem to burn with flames. The bustling mercenaries stood whistling on the mountain road. The actions of the "bandit leader" made them not very familiar with it.

However, when the black Moradin's anger was held on his left arm by Yang Dashuanping, the mercenaries began to panic.

But it was too late at this time.
Chapter completed!