Killing Evolution From a Sword

Mond's sharp eyes looked at the huge caravan in the distance.

He pressed the Soulshang Demon Sword in his hand, his eyes quickly became sharp.

He naturally listened to Norman's question.

He was also engaged in a very intense ideological struggle.

On the opposite side were more than 3,600 elite Jackal fighters.

And there are only fighters of various ethnic groups about two kilometers away on my side.

In the comparison of the combat power of various races, barbarians and werewolves are stronger than jackal warriors.

But the barren warriors are definitely not opponents of the Wolf Man.

But in Mond's team, these deserter fighters are the largest number.

Mond turned his head and asked the old magician: "Old man, how much damage can your magic deal at least!"

"I want the most conservative number!"

Norman knew the current situation, and it was not the time to say more.

He pondered for a while, and said, "My lord, they have set up a magic barrier!"

"My magical lethality will be weakened a lot!"

"But at least it can kill about 300 jackal warriors!"

Mond nodded.

The reduction of 300 fighters on the opposite side is also a great help.

Mond kept measuring in his heart.

In the end, he made a decision.

The Soulshang Demon Sword slashed down fiercely in his hand, which seemed to represent his decisive mood at the moment: "Let's do it!"

"We must fight this battle!"

"Only here, get through the Blood Knife Merchant Group!"

"We were able to truly stand up in the whole blood-soaked place!"

Norman nodded solemnly.

The magic brilliance in his hand, as well as the elemental tide on his body, finally burst out.

The surging magical aura, like a waterfall falling, fell on the heads of the caravans of the Blood Knife Merchant Group under the guidance of Norman.

The crimson magic cloud that completely covered most of the caravan's carriage finally showed its most ferocious side.

Rumble——

Accompanied by a bang.

In the terrifying magical cloud, clusters of crimson flame balls that were as big as a room fell directly.

As soon as these flame balls landed on the caravan's head or on the ground, there would be a violent explosion and a very thick flame would spread out.

Rumble——

Powerful, continuous explosion clouds erupted before and after the caravan.

Albert is also hiding behind a magic car barrier.

His hoarse voice spread throughout the caravan: "Hide them all!"

"If anyone dares to show his face, I will kill you..."

However, Abbott hadn't finished speaking yet.

He saw a lot of magic fireballs blowing up.

Many jackal warriors who hadn't had time to hide were instantly turned into ashes together with their bodies.

There was no chance to hear the second half of Abbott's sentence again.

Albert, an old wolf man with gray beard and hair, seemed to have stuck the second half of his sentence in his throat.

Can't say it anymore.

And at this moment, the ground began to tremble slightly.

The experienced old Abbott immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the shock.

In the distance, there was a black shadow rushing towards him.

And behind those black shadows, there is a line of very strong soldiers' blade light that spreads rapidly.

Abbott's mind suddenly trembled.

His eyes were full of vigilance and anger.

He roared angrily: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"What the hell, cheer me up, where's the shield?"

"Put up your shields!"

As Abbott's voice fell, Mond swung his right hand forward violently.

The direction is exactly that of Abbott.

This is a tactical gesture that has been emphasized in training.

The front is covered by arrow rain!

Shhhhhh-

Countless slightly sharp breaking winds shot towards Abbott immediately.

Abbott, a stable and experienced wolf man warrior, immediately yelled when he saw the dense rain of arrows.

"Fuck you, this is the arrow rain covering the city of order in the south!"

"Are there officers and generals from City of Order on the opposite side?"

Old Abbott roared furiously as he frantically erected his shield.

Aggressive——

The sound of sharp arrows being nailed to the shield continued to be heard.

The powerful, dense and incomparably transmitted power made even Abbott take several steps back.

But this time the rain of arrows covered too much.

Mond didn't show any mercy, and directly attacked with the densest and largest number of arrows.

More than two thousand sharp arrows directly covered the entire area of ​​Albert.

Albert's complexion gradually began to change.

The extremely dense rain of arrows directly smashed the shield into pieces.

And in the area covered by the entire arrow rain.

Only Abbott was left standing.

He roared, "You little bastards!"

"You were not even born when the Lord was fighting and fighting!"

While roaring, he burst out with a third-rank high-level divine power, pulled out the saber from his waist, and began to swing it quickly.

Constantly breaking the rain of arrows.

Just as Abbott kept resisting the rain of arrows, Mond had already aimed at him and rushed towards him.

The rain of arrows stopped.

Abbott just took a breath.

Suddenly, he found that a huge shadow covered his eyes.

Moreover, with a very cold killing intent, he kept locking himself.

These killing intents are like polar ice, very cold, freezing people's hearts.

The old jackal only felt that in his long fighting career, he had never encountered a colder killing intent than this rolling.

One hundred and eight thousand fine hairs on his body stood on end.

Abbott knew that he was about to face a life-and-death crisis.

On his body, all the third-rank advanced divine power cultivation bases erupted.

A powerful sword light bloomed from the saber in Abbott's hand.

An incomparably powerful aura erupted unstoppably from his divine body.

The crimson divine power radiated.

Abbott mastered the law of fire.

Burning, seething law of fire.

He looked intently and saw the attacking figure.

It was a very burly man, and sitting down was a black tiger with a black body and blood red eyes.

The black tiger surprised Abbott for a while.

Blood pupil black tiger, this is a very rare mount.

Not only is he rebellious, but in many cases, he would rather die than surrender.

But now it seems that sitting under the seat of this burly man, he is as tame and obedient as the most docile sheep.

It is conceivable how powerful this burly man is as the master.

Abbott gritted his teeth and exploded with all his strength.