Killing Evolution From a Sword

Conan took out another sub-artifact saber from his storage ring, and then the two sabers seemed to have a very wonderful mechanism, and they were directly combined together in his hand.

Two sabers combined to form a double-ended sword.

Conan held the middle part, the hand holding the knife in his hand, and continuously spiraled the double-ended knife.

A terrifying strong wind raged.

This time, not only the wind blade, but also a very sharp blade.

These sword lights, like a hurricane, combined together, directly blasted towards the floating sword screen!

There was a gleam in Mond's eyes.

The fleeting sword screen collided with this wind blade tornado.

Suddenly there was a very violent explosion.

The terrifying strong wind immediately spread out.

The surrounding ground was cut with countless large and small deep pits and ravines by the incomparably finely shattered sword light and the wind blade light.

The cultivation of Conan's fourth-rank intermediate level is now showing a very powerful power.

With a quick return of breath, he flipped his hands and swirled the double-edged knife in his hand.

The violent wind, carrying a lot of sword lights, rushes madly!

Mond yelled, "Crush me!"

The Soulshang sword in his hand directly activated the ability to cut all directions with the sword.

The terrifying sword light burst out in all directions.

In an instant, all the sword glows in front of him were chopped into pieces.

Dangdangdang——

Countless crimson sword glows and sword glows collided with each other, resisting the terrifying energy ripples.

Instantly blasted a deep hole in the ground.

At this time, all the 3,500 warriors under Mond's command rushed into the camp, and strangled together with the jackal warriors in the Xinghai slave camp and the deserter warriors.

And behind Conan, 3,000 extremely elite Jackal warriors all showed their figures.

The people on both sides reached a very different ratio.

On Mond's side, there are only 3,500 fighters of various ethnic groups.

On the opposite side, the guards of the Xinghai slave camp had 6,000 jackal fighters and 5,000 deserter fighters.

The ratio of three to one made the situation unfavorable.

Moreover, all the soldiers under Mond's command entered the camp.

Throughout the slave camp, many torches were lit.

It illuminates every detail in every place.

At the same time, outside the camp, on the back road of Mond and the others, another 3,000 deserter warriors appeared, led by a jackal leader.

Now the number of enemies has reached 6,000 jackal warriors and 8,000 barren warriors.

The huge force of 14,000 is more than four times the number of soldiers under Mond's command.

At this time, the expressions of all the soldiers gradually changed.

Mond and Conan, after the two fought face to face, gradually separated from each other on guard.

Conan has enough troops and is not in a hurry. He is going to grind Mond to death slowly, lest this man who poses a great threat to him jump over the wall in a hurry and have any accidents.

Mond, on the other hand, retreated to his soldiers.

He could see that the soldiers under his command were already a little afraid in the face of an enemy four times their own.

He has to do something to win this battle.

Otherwise, a soldier who has lost his military spirit is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Norman also came to Mond's side.

He looked at the wolf man warriors and deserter warriors surrounded by him, and his expression was also very nervous.

The old magician looked at Mond beside him, and asked softly, "My lord, what should we do now?"

Mond chuckled, looking at the ambushes around him, there was a very sharp light in his eyes, which flashed past.

At this time, Conan looked at Mond who was surrounded by many, and shouted loudly: "Mond, you have nowhere to escape!"

"Surrounded by my 14,000 troops, even if you have wings on your body, don't even think about flying out of here today!"

"You are capable enough to cause such heavy casualties to our Blood Knife Merchant Group!"

"Our leader is very attached to your talents. As long as you surrender, our business group can let go of the past and give you an oasis, allowing you to be the leader of the first alien branch of our Blood Knife Merchant Group!"

"What do you think?"

At this time, all the slaves in the slave camp were also alarmed by the battle in the dark.

Eight thousand slaves of various races stood in cages, looking at the brightly lit camp.

Keep looking at the scene of Mond and Conan's army fighting here.

There seemed to be longing in each of the eyes, but the dimness quickly dissipated.

impossible!

The strength of these people is too small!

More than 3,000 people, fighting against an army of 14,000, it is impossible to win!

All the slaves heard Conan's words.

Of course, they all saw the traces of slavery on the soldiers under Mond's command.

Obviously, these are slave fighters.

Looking at the brilliance in the eyes of these slave fighters looking at Mond, these slaves are inexplicably envious.

Their eyes are full of loyalty to this burly man, how envious they are!

After hearing Conan's words, Mond sat on the blood-eyed black tiger, laughed and said, "Are you serious about what you said?"

"What about my men?"

From Mond's point of view, becoming the head of the resident branch of the Blood Knife Merchant Group is nothing.

As long as he has this helper, he can develop quickly.

At that time, it is also a good way to slowly map it.

All of Mond's men were refreshed when they heard Mond's words.

Only a leader who considers his subordinates is an excellent leader.

Conan's eyes also brightened, and he felt that there might be something wrong with recruiting security.

He glanced at the soldiers of all ethnic groups around Mond, and said with a big smile: "Mond, these dog-legged soldiers, don't need to stay!"

"All become slaves!"

"At that time, a group of more powerful subordinates will be rearranged in the business group to teach you command and give you greater power!"

"I don't know what you want?"

Mond smiled contemptuously.

Sure enough, there is no such a good thing.

Degrade all his subordinates as slaves.

Then if I have no confidant, no matter how strong I am, I can't make waves.

Mond said coldly: "Fuck you, I, Mond, was also born as a slave!"

"Without these brothers, I wouldn't be where I am today!"

"Let my brothers be slaves again, you might as well kill me, Mond!"

All the soldiers around were shocked when they heard this sentence.

Their eyes quickly hardened.

The fighting spirit is boiling, already containing the will to fight to the death.

Conan clearly felt the change in the fighting spirit of Mond's soldiers, and he was furious.