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"In the name of Ocean Lord Aislin! Asul! Victory!" The magic swordsman Obamon pointed his sword at Druzi, intending to retaliate against these defeated generals.

The Druchi invasion ended with the disappearance of the Witch King, and Asul, who suffered heavy casualties, began a revenge that lasted more than ten years.

The most radical one is naturally the outer ring of Ulthuan Island, the kingdom that was bloodbathed by Druchi.

Although Aubamon is the prince of the Inner Ring Kingdom of Savri, he hates the invaders even more.

Since sinking the Black Ark, Asul began a fierce pursuit, and the Ocean Lord himself even led the fleet to kill the Druzi mainland.

"Wan Sheng! For Ulthuan!"

The Tritons, armed with contradictions and well-armored, formed a solid line of defense, and the archers fired precise roll calls at Druchi's crossbowmen.

Druchi was also not to be outdone and responded with a dense rain of arrows.

The dense jungle affected the performance of both sides, and there were bunkers everywhere.

"Isa! Mother Goddess!"

"I stand here and Ulthuan will never fall!"

Thirty swordsmen wearing scale armor shouted and followed the magic swordsman towards Druzi.

They are the Swordmasters of Hoth, sword masters from the White Tower of Hoth.

The arrows shot at them were split by the giant sword, and the long sword as tall as a person was as light as a thin stick in their hands.

The sword blade turned into a blurry afterimage, not only shattering the arrow, but also taking away the lives of the Druzi pirates who dared to fight.

A group of almost naked Druchi rushed out from the contradictory position of the dark elves.

They chanted the name of Kane, the Lord of Murder, and charged at the swordsmen with crossbows, regardless of death or injury.

These witch spirits holding daggers are Kane's brides. They drank blood wine mixed with poison before the war and completely forgot about death!

The magical blade of the Sword Saint of Hoth will not be damaged in the bloody battle, and the giant sword directly cuts the throat of the wizard at a dizzying speed.

But there were too many witch spirits. These skilled warriors danced the dance of killing in the rain of arrows, fighting together with the Holy Sword of Hoth who also withstood the volleys of Druchi crossbowmen.

The shield and spear lines of both sides slowly advanced towards each other, and arrows rained down on the two positions.

From time to time, the Witch Spirit tried to go around to the side of Asul's position, but was bumped into by the Triton Guard who also wanted to use the cover of the dense forest to get around. The two sides started a more bloody close combat in the bushes.

Aubamon guided the metal wind, wielding his sword to kill the wizard spirit, while trying to control Druchi's arrows.

But the sorceress hiding behind the Dread Spearman interfered with his spellcasting. The two interacted with each other and fell into a stalemate for a while.

What broke the deadlock was a lizard man slowly walking out from the east side of the dense forest.

The dark elf who was caught off guard was knocked away by the silver-gray staff. Under the illumination of the morning light, the pure crystal core on the top of the staff overflowed with a bright halo.

The severed limbs flew from the east to the west, and a terrifying rain of blood fell on Druzi's frightened face. The violently torn flesh and blood even splashed onto the center of the battlefield!

The Wuling, who fell into madness, did not notice this creepy disruptor.

The crossbow arrow landed on the lizard man's slightly faded scales and bounced away like a toy.

Druchi's slave master urged the soldiers to block this uninvited guest, which only made the rain of flesh and blood more intense.

The silent slaughter frightened the elves. After dealing with the witch spirits, Aubamon subconsciously led the Hoth Sword Master to avoid the direction of the lizard man's advance.

He is not only the leader of swordsmanship, but also a knowledgeable scholar in the White Tower of Hoth.

In the deepest part of the library, the glory and loneliness of the lost race of lizardmen are recorded.

Asur has never forgotten this weird and extremely indifferent neighbor, even if other races have forgotten this group of tough-skinned warriors who shed blood for the world. During the first great invasion of demons, they fought on the front line with countless The devil has been fighting for thousands of years.

When the first group of high elf expeditions to Lustria returned only one madman, the mystery surrounding the cold-blooded species became a bit more bloody.

Thousands of years have not changed these cold-blooded creatures. They are still adhering to the teachings of the ancient saints and fighting for the unknown plan.

This is the worst part, because no one knows what position they occupy in the ancient saint's plan!

They are as cold as their appearance. Even Asul, who can barely talk to them, does not want to deal with them.

Cold-blooded logic is stubborn and domineering, without any mercy.

Because thousands of years ago, they were the rulers used by the ancient saints to measure the world!

The continents were forged by them into the current landscape. In order to change the temperature of the planet, they adjusted the distance between the sun and the planet.

The new race transformed by the Ancient Saint recuperated in a restricted area until the sudden disaster.

Brutal killings passed in front of Aubamon, and the indifferent gaze he cast inadvertently stopped him.

Druchi tried in vain to block this efficient killing machine, and tried all means to fail to shake it.

The sorceress's head was broken by the scepter, and the slave master could not survive a confrontation.

The magic swordsman hurriedly led Asul away from Druzi's position. He was afraid that the cold-blooded man would regard him as an enemy and kill him easily.

Druchi fled in fear, and the high elves rained arrows on the deserters.

The number of Druzis killed by the lizards is actually only a small number, but when an enemy that cannot be killed appears on the opposite side, the blow to morale is devastating.

After all the champion warriors of the dark elves were slaughtered, the lizardmen slowly approached Asur's position.

Obamon spoke eagerly in fluent lizard language:

"We are not enemies! The Ancient Ones would like us to get along well."

"Yes, I know, you are good kids."

The strange tone of the cold-blooded man was like a poisonous snake swimming around his ears, but it made the panicked Asul relax.

Obamon knew very well that a lone lizard man would be stronger than an organized one, because it would be difficult for an individual to survive for a long time in the rainforest.

He believed that he had encountered a warrior who had been wandering in the jungle for thousands of years, an ancient blood lizard.

Smelling the rich fear in the air, Lin Qi, who was familiar with this world, naturally guessed what the elf was thinking.

Lynch never misses an opportunity to rely on his old age, even if he is actually very young.

There is a rare time when the high elf can look at people without using his nostrils. It is better to let him carefully listen to the elders' teachings than to be pointed at the nose and ask "Why can beasts talk?"

The magic swordsman calmed his breathing. He did not want to engage in a meaningless battle. A conflict with the cold-blooded creature in front of him would inevitably cause unnecessary casualties.

"Elf cub, the devil is coming soon. There will be a war here. Leave."

Lynch surveyed the well-equipped unit.

The magic swordsman Aubamon originally planned to leave directly to prevent the cold-blooded people from seeing them as a threat, but after hearing the news about the demon, he changed his mind.

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