Undead Farm

Chapter 222 The Power of the Avenger

"Order all the assassins and archers in the subordinate army to behead the enemy's middle and low-level leaders, and the team-type mercenaries are free to move! The mage troops continue to cover the enemy's center formation! The cavalry squadron flanks and harasses!"

"Yes!"

It is very difficult for the subordinate army that has entered into a state of war with the wild boars to be transferred back now. They have turned into pig slaughtering machines at this moment, constantly slaughtering the group of wild beasts.

But the most important thing is the frontal battlefield.

Although the White Pig tribe, which is rich in pig-headed mages, did not show up this time for some reason, the [-] elite black pig fighters alone are enough for five of their legions to eat a pot.

The advantage of the regular army is to form formations and crush them, but if they want to penetrate and penetrate when facing an enemy whose number is several times their own, they still have to rely on affiliated armies that are much less disciplined.

Fortunately, the [-] subordinate troops left now are all masters who have passed the assessment and have a certain strength, and now it is time to perform their duties.

A golden warrior chopped down a black pig man with a single knife, and then turned sideways to pass a spear thrown by a teammate, helping him directly nail back a jumping porcupine;

A silver assassin suddenly appeared behind a little leader screaming and directing the pig-headed man to attack. With a swipe of the dagger, a gushing fountain of blood was drawn, and then disappeared among the pigs after a few rolls. He continued to look for the next one. prey.

A burly bald mage directly carried a huge staff and smashed the pig-headed man's club and his head into pieces with one stroke of the staff. He laughed and then smeared the explosive runes on the staff again.

There was also a group of priests in white, carrying a large backpack, constantly shuttled through the battlefield, snatching away their disabled comrades from the pig-headed men's sticks, and giving them first aid on the spot. One woman even directly died because she didn't have enough bandages. He tore his white robe into strips, exposing his snow-white arms.

But more adventurous teams are in groups of three or five. The tactics, animal husbandry, hunters and thieves besiege together, and the group beats one and then changes the target.

At this point, the organization and cooperation of the pig-headed people, who only rely on instinct, are more than a little worse than humans. As more and more small bosses were killed, humans began to gain the upper hand in a small area.

But the pig-headed people started to make up for this shortcoming with a huge number. Even if they die, they can often take one or two lives. The battle loss ratio once reached one to one or even two to one. Humans are still at a disadvantage overall.

Especially when the pig-headed civilians also rushed into the battlefield, the human beings, who had not experienced many life and death fights from birth until now, frequently showed compassion when facing these civilians, causing them huge troubles.

A girl couldn't bear to see a little pig-headed man rushing towards him, but the other party slashed open her belly and ate her heart out;

A golden warrior who slaughtered more than a dozen pig-headed men saw a group of little pig-headed men surrounding the decapitated sow-headed man on the ground crying for his mother. He immediately thought of his mother, but was stunned and was taken advantage of by a black pig-headed man. Knocked the head off.

A group of adventurers who also came from poor backgrounds hesitated when they saw the group of pig-headed beggars who didn't even have a fig leaf and were as skinny as a skeleton. As a result, they were swarmed up and eaten on the spot.

Seeing this bloody scene, more and more people began to collapse, or stood still, or cried, or fled, but more people became more violent when they witnessed the tragic death of their compatriots.

Those who run away will naturally be dealt with by the Supervisory Team. Even if they have the background of the King of Heaven, if they retreat at this moment, they will face the same fate:
cut!
And those adventurers who rushed forward had only one thought in their hearts:
eye for eye!
"Shitou, did you see that big guy over there? After Wanmo clears the space, you rush up and beat him unconscious, and then I will take over with Killing Soul, and you come back to protect Wanmo, understand?"

Obsidian looked at the leader in front of him who was a head taller than an ordinary black pig man, and nodded.

"Okay! Do it!"

The blood maniac unfolded two knives stained red with blood, split a pig-headed man into four pieces, and said viciously.

At this moment, the ten thousand demons had just finished charging, and with a wave of their hand, ten flaming eggs formed a circle, spinning and hitting all around.

"Spin the Fire Egg!"

Although it is only the lowest level of the ten earth fire spells, it has produced at least a silver level of damage in the hands of Wan Mo!
I saw the ten flaming eggs coiled into a ring of fire spinning at high speed, like a sharp big saw, directly sawing off the dozen or so pig-headed men around them until the flames were soaked in pig blood Just give up.

But Wan Mo made a move with both hands, exhaled a bigger circle of fire again, and continued to fight for more space for them.

And Obsidian, whose whole body has become a little gray, saw the pig-headed leader in front of him suddenly reveal his figure, and when there was no obstruction in a straight line, his eyes lit up, and he slammed into it with a bang, like a fired shell. ,

As he slammed the pig-headed leader's face with the shield in his left hand, he slapped him on the spot and turned three times, his feet staggered, and he seemed to have entered a state of dizziness.

"The stone retreats, kills the soul, enters!"

Seeing this, the blood madman was overjoyed, and ran up a few steps. When he opened his two knives, a red light flashed, and he cut a piece of stuff under the crotch of the pig-headed man.

"Howl!"

The dizzy pig-headed leader regained his consciousness after the pain, and slammed the stick on the blood maniac's chest. With a pop, it even penetrated his sternum, while Soul Killer was holding a stick at this time. The black stick held up its second blow.

"Dark wave gun!"

Tom tom tom tom tom!
Countless dense stick shadows flashed past, and the dark stick head kept poking at the pig-headed man's neck, wrist, lower ribs and bleeding vitals, knocking his huge body weighing several tons back again and again, and finally A mouthful of bright blood sprayed on the face of the blood maniac who had just got up.

"Ahem...you're lying. You're obviously a stick, why are you a gunman?!"

The leader of the pig-headed man held his neck and said angrily. Fortunately, he even raised his stick to block it, but he was all poked.

Pooh!Shameless!
Killing Soul shook the stick flower, and smiled contemptuously: "That's because you are stupid, who told you that you are not a gun if you don't have a gun head? Give me another stick!"

The leader of the pig-head man stared wide-eyed, seeing that this brazen villain really gave him a blow in the face, he shook his head violently and began to swing the big stick in his hand airtightly.

With his defensive power, the damage these two guys did to him was actually not high except for the vital points. After all, he was a great black pig warrior, but the two in front of him were just bronze!

Although it's a gang fight, it's not like that. Do you think you are the protagonist?

But just after he waved twice, the red light flashed again, his shoulders suddenly felt cold, and he saw two familiar arms flying high into the air.

And Xue Kuang licked the pig's blood on his lips, and spat hard.

(End of this chapter)