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War in the Wasteland 266 Lich Chinamos (8)

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    The barbarian commander Akamand opened his bull's eyes and looked at what was happening in front of him with almost disbelief.

    Illidan, that is Illidan, the bravest warrior in the entire barbarian tribe!  His cheeks were actually slapped open by an ogre with braids. Oh my God, those two black balls flying in the air should be his eyeballs!

    Newton!  The one who was pushed down from the tower and fell freely was Newton!  How could this, the strongest and wisest warrior in the entire barbarian tribe, not be able to deal with a dwarf?

    And who is that giant in armor rolling on the ground?

    Why did all the barbarians turn into a puddle of flesh in front of him? Why can¡¯t I find who those stumps and limbs belong to?  Oh my god, they actually lifted the stone mill!

    There are also those giants who are taller than the walls of the entire Red City. Who are these damn guys?

    The barbarian commander Illidan groaned in despair. These giants were at least seven or eight meters tall.  No matter how strong the barbarian warriors were in front of them, they were like babies with no power to fight back.  Their mace looks like a huge tree With just one sweep, it can smash ten barbarian warriors into meat pies!

    Even a stone man can¡¯t bear this mace!

    It seems like this weapon should only be used as a battering ram, right?

    "That's enough! Let's retreat!" Taim waved the mace in his hand and knocked down a whole group of barbarians. It was as simple as driving away bedbugs with a big broom. With one stick, the spines of these guys were completely destroyed.  It exploded and roared at the surrounding slave warriors.

    "Let me play again! The little giant Iverson wielded two maces that did not match his body shape at all. The two maces were twisted together and almost became a twist. They were about twice as thick as before.  , fell to the ground and trembled. "You retreat first!"  Leave this to me!  "

    Iverson shouted back while waving his mace.

    "I'm not leaving either!" Taim trampled to death several barbarians who tried to get close to him, and whistled to the little giant Iverson.

    "Come as agreed!" Iverson laughed.

    In just a moment, all the barbarian warriors in front of the city were either beaten away or trampled into pieces.  The commanders watching the battle from a distance were almost trembling with fear. This was incredible The steaming pool of blood almost dyed the entire city entrance into a miserable mess.  These slave warriors were so cruel that not a single person was left alive in their hands.  After the last strong barbarian was trampled to death by Iverson, no barbarian warrior in this area dared to approach the city gate.

    The ladder erected here was swept away by a stick and broke into pieces of wood.

    Dozens of yards away, a large group of barbarian generals were watching all this stupidly. They had completely forgotten their identities. The opponent's rough and quick fighting method was simply more barbaric than the barbarians.  Even those Behemoths and half-elves were much more aggressive, and almost all of the barbarians under their hands died intact.

    Especially the extremely terrifying power of the natives, which made the barbarian warriors pull the nerves violently from behind. This kind of comparison made them unable to contain the trembling of their bodies, from their breasts to their souls, while watching the battle.

    Even the extremely elegant half-elves have learned this kind of fighting technique. These half-elves are like crazy beasts, grabbing the barbarian's arms or legs, and grabbing them unceremoniously.  These guys rip.  Internal organs and blood fell like a torrential rain, covering the faces of these half-elves.

    This scene made many barbarians wet their pants in fear.

    ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s because these half-elves have suffered so much from the previous battles with barbarians, so these half-elves are particularly brutal when dealing with these barbarians, and they are even no better than the natives.

    The screams at the city gate were like a disaster before the world collapsed, making every barbarian warrior who heard it turn pale.

    The slave warriors swarmed back into the city gate, leaving only Iverson standing outside the city gate.  The swamp giants waved at this guy repeatedly, telling him to come in quickly. Iverson blinked and ignored these guys.

    This battle lasted from sunset to early morning, and it was already sunrise now. The loud noise caused by the pain made the morning sun reflect the mist.

    This huge figure, which was seven or eight meters tall, with its back to the horizon, leaned against the city wall and sat down tiredly on the ground, raising its head provocatively towards the barbarians.  I almost waved them over

    "All the people dozens of yards away finally came to their senses. They were completely angered by this guy. There are more than a thousand barbarians here."Sir, how dare this guy be so rampant!

    He is just one person!  His companions have all withdrawn into the city!  How dare he be so arrogant!

    Many barbarians have already started to think wrongly. Among all the giants, only the most barbarian warriors died under Iverson, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this guy is the leader of all swamp giants.  Boss, if you kill him, maybe you can save some money.

    He did it as soon as he thought of it. After about thirty barbarian warriors let out a strange cry of "Huo Huo Huo", Sayazi ran wildly.  It has to be said that these barbarians are really tough, and the scars have healed and they have forgotten the pain Fortunately, even the elves have a headache for the barbarians. Once their morale is restored, they will no longer be afraid.

    The swarming barbarians were like a roaring storm in the desert, rolling up the yellow sand and rushing towards this ignorant bastard!

    Their movements and formations are as neat and standard as mirror images, and even the most picky veterans can't say anything.  These barbarians still have no weapons. Their weapon is the wrist guard, but there is a blade protruding from the wrist guard. It looks like it is a demon Although I have never seen the barbarians use weapons.  , but it looks like it has a certain luster and moir¨¦ from a distance. Just relying on the serrations on the blade and the length of the blade, it can stab the strongest ** in the heart!

    The barbarians swept in like a strong wind, and they only had eyes for this strong giant.

    A twist-shaped mace was swung in mid-air, and a huge fan appeared in front of everyone. It knocked down a dozen barbarians who were rushing over ten yards away. The size of this group of barbarians was surprisingly large.  are generally high, so the consequences are surprisingly the same.  Every barbarian's head was smashed to pieces. The tall guys were like kites with their strings cut off, flying high with their mutilated bodies. For a moment, there was the sound of broken bones and the scream of despair.  There was a roar.

    The commander of the Guards, Akamander, swallowed violently. His Adam's apple was like a pheasant with its neck cut off, twitching in spasm.

    One stick and one piece!

    Under the eyes of the Guards Commander Akamander, this giant swung the twist-shaped mace four times in succession. It was so powerful and fast that it had already killed nearly a hundred brave and skilled barbarian warriors.  !

    None of the barbarians who rushed past could escape the net!  Even those who escaped had no hope of survival!

    The mace is five to six meters long!

    Which barbarian can get close to him?

    He is simply a farmer wielding a sickle to harvest wheat seedlings!

    Seeing the cavalry who was hesitant and frightened, Akamand, the commander of the Guards, almost screamed from his throat like a woman seeing a cockroach: "Kill me.  Him! Kill him! You cowards! There are still thousands of you, tens of thousands of people! Come to me quickly The first one to rush through the city gate, I will reward him with 500 women!"

    Maybe it was the commander's crying from a distance that played a role, maybe it was the difficulty of getting off the tiger, maybe it was the commander's reward that played a role, and there were hundreds of trembling barbarian warriors, trembling while looking at their companions who were still alive on the ground.  He leaned towards the city gate - there was no way, the city gate was only a small place, and no matter how many people there were, they couldn't squeeze in. But with such a small number of people, would they be like the comrades in front of them and be trapped again?  Was this giant turned into flying scum?

    The hesitation and timidity of the infantry were even infected by the salon knights in the sky.
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