Chapter 96: Accidents arise (3)

The scene is chaotic.

The dwarves spontaneously organized a small team, breaking the defense line of bear goblins and rescuing the besieged elves.

The Tauren protects the hostess while retreating.

Other slaves were also involved and took up their weapons and resisted them hard.

The dwarfs had long been hiding in a safe place with their extraordinary wisdom, and no one could find them. Because of their extreme lack of combat power, the slaves' front was compressed bit by bit and were quickly forced to the corner.

The clean and neat victory made the robbers not think about why there were humans, behemoths and elves here. And they didn't bother to think about it at all. The scene of flesh and blood made the blood in their bodies boil and burning wildly.

Maple Leaf Town, which had lost its centaur and more than one hundred bear goblins, could no longer defend the entire front. Without the presence of a backbone, some slaves did not even have a fight. They quietly took off their armor, slipped into the robbers' team, and became one of them.

The loss of the front has caused the entire town to fall into the scope occupied by the robbers.

The robbers had already discovered the cattle shed, and several strong sacred beasts and fat elixirs were firmly trapped by another group of bear goblins. The robbers rarely caught animal husbandry on the wasteland. When they thought that there would be fresh and delicious meat immediately, they could not help but feel their appetite. Several anxious bear goblins entered the cattle shed without hesitation, and their huge bodies shuttled back and forth between the beasts. They picked a few fat beasts, bit their roar tubes in one bite, drank blood in big mouthfuls, and ate raw meat.

Joan of Arc and Leren turned their heads and didn't dare to look at them anymore.

Huck, Huck! The robbers waved the nail hammers in their hands and shouted excitedly. In this great harvest, they did not even encounter the most basic resistance. This simple harvest made every robber look extremely crazy.

Seeing Yang Dashuan's hard work being wiped out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, Alice's blood was almost boiling.

"Damn bastard, you haven't stopped your dirty and despicable hands."

Alice shouted loudly in the crowd.

The robbers who were addicted to the harvest raised their heads one after another, and their turbid gazes instantly became extremely clear, just like pure alcohol was poured on the burning fire. Their eyes were filled with desire and irresistible excitement.

Several bear goblins lying on the livestock also raised their heads.

They looked over in disbelief and forgot to wipe the blood from their mouths.

Some bear goblins hurriedly threw away the nails in their hands, rubbing their heavy hands constantly, dripping saliva dripping, and surrounding them from all directions.

The fastest-running bear goblin was already in a panic. While running, he was impatient to take off his worn armor. A tuft of thick chest hair was exposed on his strong chest plate, and his mouth was bared with his big yellow teeth, and his mouth couldn't even close.

The bear goblin seemed to have seen him pressing these women under him, and his eyes were obscene, and a tall tent was also raised under his crotch.

"Thorns tangle!"

Leren Jiaozha said, and two plants with six thorns grew up on the ground, madly stirring up the bear goblin. With a shrill wail and a hot blood swelling, all the bear goblins woke up. The vision occupied by these beauties gradually expanded, and they saw the slaves guarding the periphery.

"What are you still standing there!" Leren quickly greeted. "Do you want them to just hit in like this? Where is your war song Alice? Joan of Arc, where is your blessing technique?"

At Lelen's reminder, Alice and Joan of Arc realized that it was not the time for anger and grief.

It is a serious matter to drive these robbers out of their territory as soon as possible!

Bemon's war drum aura and human sacred armor were blessed to the slaves at the same time. The golden aura appeared at the feet of each slave, and the golden magic runes kept spinning in front of him.

"Magic!"

Any robber who wanted to come from the scene changed color in an instant. They stared at their fearful eyes. The combat effectiveness of these tauren slaves in front of them was self-evident.

Magicians are always a nightmare for any race, especially for the magic desert - the extinction wasteland. They can summon mysterious powers while chatting and laughing, and even the strongest creatures on the Hekye Continent will change their colors. Although this is the first time these bear goblins have seen the legendary terrifying magic that appears in front of them - but this is somewhat contrary to the legendary one. Where is the power that can destroy the world?

It is not all said that magicians can summon meteorites in the sky and can cause storm waves in the desert... This seems different from the legend.

In a brief doubt, their steps moved again.

In order not to be outdone, Thad, who was left in the town, also tinkered with his so-called bloodthirsty technique. Several blue rune ogres who had not yet rebeled from the party and the country twisted their butts on the spot and sang syllables in their mouths. As the syllables fluctuated and intermittent roars, a thick layer of bloodthirsty light was shrouded in the golden runes of the slaves.

Red bloodshot spread wildly from the corners of their eyes, arms holding weapons, and the expansion of muscles was simply astonishing.

Looking at these ogres who were dancing with great gods, the doubts in the robbers were finally resolved - it turned out that this was not magic. Apart from the different colors, the methods used by those beautiful women to play tricks are no different from those of ogres.

Confidence was quietly picked up.

The robbers didn't realize what would be the consequences of waiting for them.

After being blessed by two different brilliant spells, the Holy Armor and the War Drum Halo, the Taurens' combat power was simply fierce to a certain extent. They were like a flame ignited in the black torrent of the robbers, and wherever they passed, blood was spread all over the ground.

In addition to the brilliant spells he learned, Joan of Arc naturally learned evil curses that ordinary priests could not learn.

The chanting of the spells of the Jin Zhan and the Iron Horse quickly stopped, and replaced by endless curses full of temptation and sin.

After a purple light fell on the robbers, they suddenly realized that their bodies seemed to be in a quagmire. Every step took a long time. So much so that they had just raised their weapons to stop them, and the slaves' axes were taken away from them neatly.

Alice looked at Joan of Arc enviously.

There is also an evil halo similar to the evil curse in Behemoth. This halo is exactly the opposite of the brilliant halo that is specially blessed on one's own people. It is blessed to the enemy. Different halos will have different effects. For example, what Joan of Arc just released was evil slowness, which can slow the enemy's speed. There is also a war song similar to the evil slowness of the evil halo, a heavy war song, which has the same effect.

But Alice has not yet reached the level of being able to sing that difficult battle song.

So only envy.

The disadvantaged situation has been gradually equalized, and the slaves have shrunk their defense, which has made the front more stable. It is just that because the number of robbers is too large, it is impossible to counterattack for a while.

Sticking to the last line of defense in Maple Leaf Town, the three little girls still seemed a little absent-minded.

Their eyes would unconsciously float to the distance, looking forward to the arrival of that figure.

The battle lasted from early morning to noon, and almost every land in the town was covered with blood. The thick plasma on the ground was sticky like mud. The bare-footed robbers trampled on the plasma back and forth, gradually showing a frown and ugly color.

The will of the Taurus and the remaining slaves have exceeded the imagination of all the robbers.

I wanted to give up many times, but the entire town was almost taken down - there was only such a little resistance left, and they really couldn't bear to let it go. The momentum of the offensive shrank and went in again, back and forth, and I don't know how many rounds it has passed.

Except for the slaves who died at the beginning of the battle, no more happened since effective resistance was organized.

The elves behind the town hall kept sending the wounded inside and quickly bandaged them.

Under the last attack of the bandits, there were only three or two taurens guarding the entrance of the town hall. They were more or less scarred on their bodies, and their strong bodies were blocked at the door, and they were constantly gasping for breath. Behind them were three white-faced girls.

In addition to the hidden arrows shot from the town hall from time to time, they can also block the robbers' footsteps, but they can't stop them for too long.

Joan of Arc and Alice looked at each other.

They saw despair in each other's eyes.

War songs and magic have consumed all their physical strength, and now they can only sit limply on the ground.

Quietly, the ground vibrated.

A group of kiln osprey suddenly rose from the grass in the distance, flapping its wings stiffly.

From afar, a familiar roar had already been heard.
Chapter completed!