Rebirth of Wild Fire

The legion commanders of the three tribes ran at the front. They were all of the third level, possessing huge magic power that the second level did not have, which could support them running at high speed for more than eight hours.

"Damn it, after running to the battlefield like this, we don't have the strength to fight anymore." Liege, the leader of the Rock Clan's legion, cursed angrily as he ran.

Cowens, the leader of the troll clan, glanced sideways at Breelie beside him, and said as he ran: "If we lose the war ahead, we will face the crisis of annihilation. Do you want all your clansmen to die here? ?”

"Use your nonsense, damn the three elves." Breege cursed angrily and continued running forward.

Carrick ran the easiest, because he was riding a skull dragon, holding a purple skull in one hand, and a five-meter-long dragon gun in the other. He said with cold eyes: "Don't argue, our three tribes are in a bitter battle ahead. , we don’t have much time.”

"No, you don't have time." Zhuojiu's voice echoed in the valley.

"Who?" Carrick stopped his horse and looked around in horror. But before he could react, a golden light flew out from the hillside not far to his right and shot straight into the sky.

"Bang"

Golden light exploded in the air, and in an instant, countless bows, arrows, tree vines, and wooden thorns flew on the road. The trolls in the middle of the three tribes' teams were shot by bows and arrows containing the venom of the Scorpion Man and fell to the ground. The Rock Tribe people Tangled in tough vines, he was unable to move.

Carrick at the front turned into a hundred-meter-tall skeleton general in a moment of shock and anger. But before he could take action, the surrounding area for several kilometers was suddenly illuminated by the Holy Light. Two hundred hundred-meter-tall Holy Light The warrior simultaneously transformed into a hundred-meter-tall giant, jumped out of the mountain roads on both sides with neat steps, and fell into Carrick's skeleton army.

"Ah~!"

"It's the Holy Light, I can't see it anymore."

"My body, I'm going to die~!"

…

The warriors of the undead tribe simply cannot withstand the Holy Light. Even the third-level undead may be killed in one blow when faced with the third-level Holy Light Knight, not to mention that all Carrick brings are second-level legions.

"What? How come there are so many Holy Light warriors?" Carrick was completely confused.

"Poof~!" A twenty-meter-long holy light blade slashed across Carrick's body, instantly splitting it in half. Third-level Carrick was killed on the spot!

Cowens's troll also transformed into a hundred-meter-tall form, shattered the aftermath of the Holy Light Blade with one punch, frowned and stared at Zhuojiu who released the Holy Light Blade and said, "Human?"

With a smile on his face, Zhuojiu said, "Commander of the First Legion of the Iron-Blooded Brotherhood, Zhuojiu is in awe!"

Breege, no matter how stupid he was, saw the clues at this time and cursed: "The elves actually betrayed the gods. This is your fault."

"Exactly correct, but you have no chance." The voice of Han Ai appeared behind Brege and Cowens, and two star-shattering blades pierced with ice-blue light, piercing their hearts. .

Brege and Cowens, die!

The fourth level is still so close to the third level, even the Holy Light Knight has no chance of survival.

"The remaining ones are all in the third level. Everyone ends the transformation and prepares for defense." Zhuojiu ordered.

Two hundred Holy Light Knights quickly released the third-level transformation state and returned to their original appearance. However, they did not attack, but formed a defensive formation. The huge Holy Light spell condensed into a light shield in front of them.

The stunned undead army thought that the Holy Light Knights were going to unleash some big move. Just when they were at a loss and wanted to scatter in all directions, the entire sky suddenly turned purple.

"Evil spirits from another world, obey my call, evil spirits in the devil's prison~!"

Zhou Tianming's voice floated in the sky above Maple Leaf Valley. No one had noticed it since the beginning of the war. On the top of the 200-meter-high mountain in Maple Leaf Valley, Zhou Tianming stood alone.

There was a strange magic circle at his feet, with strange runes that were only recognized by the demon clan. At this time, these shining purple-red runes were floating around Zhou Tianming, constantly circling and flying.

Finally, these runes shot into the sky above Maple Leaf Valley, tearing open a huge purple-red hole that was a thousand meters long and a hundred meters wide.

"Ouch~!"

A drop of strange purple-red flame fell from the hole with a terrifying sound, hitting the shield of a second-level troll warrior. In an instant, the purple flame passed through the shield and fell on the troll warrior.

Without even a painful cry, the troll warrior's entire body turned into fly ash, but before anyone around him could react, the purple-red flames seemed to be alive and rushed straight towards another troll warrior beside him. !

"This, this, what is this?"