fallen devil

Chapter 30 No.30 Curtain Light and Darkness V
The battlefield requires rationality, and it is an eternal golden rule to exchange the smallest sacrifice for the greatest victory.

No one wants to be the weight on the scale.

But these professionals still follow Amber Merrowa's judgment, and the reason is not complicated.

Failure to kill the purple bristly mouse would mean the complete collapse of the rear front and a complete victory for the demon team.

Most professionals who are familiar with the cruel nature of demons know that the probability of survival in chaos is very low, as the saying goes.

Secondly, one person's justice is cowardly, but when countless pieces of cowardly justice gather, falsehood becomes reality.

Every professional and every Rogue who participated in this battle has this justice in their hearts, and resolutely embarked on the road of life and death.

The decision of one's own life and death is in an instant, but if the lives of a group of professionals are handed over, no one will be overwhelmed.But Amber Merrowa's ability to propose this plan without the slightest hesitation has proved that she has the courage and patience to bear the subsequent crimes.

Nothing but strength separates the strong from the weak.

After a while of silence, the two barbarians walked out of the team of professionals with heavy expressions.

"We volunteered to join the hunt for purple bristly rats."

There was a slight, gasping sound from around.

Harrogath has also suffered from demonic corruption. As barbarians, they understand Amber's approach better than the Rogue professionals active in the green field.

Someone has to stand up.

"I don't have much family and I'm honored to be able to contribute."

A young assassin took a deep breath, opened his bright eyes, tried his best to make a resolute expression, and took a step forward.

Everyone had different expressions, more regrets than sighs.

"···"

Amber's eyes stayed on him for a moment and nodded.

More and more professionals joined the team, and time was tight. After counting enough people, Amber arranged for professionals to spread this method.

When they first received the news, most of Rogge thought there was something wrong with their ears.

But after Matigal's personal promise, the voice of surprise soon weakened.

The plan unfolded naturally.

Cooperating with Nania, Amber slowed down the attacks of the demons with Westmarch's unique method, buying time for the Rogues.

They drew their bowstrings calmly and in unison.

There was no cheering, no encouragement, and no parting. The team rushed toward the monster group very quickly, killing the purple haired rat under the cover of countless arrows.

The influx of monsters were constantly being killed, with blood splashed all over their faces, and the team managed to penetrate deep into the monster swarm with the loss of one barbarian and two assassins.

The roars of zombies and fallen demons, the swarming evil figures, they can't even see the human battle lines in the distance.

The back road has long been filled by all-pervasive monsters. With a roar, a wounded barbarian raised his sword and rushed towards the purple bristly mouse less than ten meters away.

Purple light flew and blood dripped. Each professional rushed forward desperately and took out the prepared yellow potion from his arms.

The sparks flashed away with the angry drink, the air wave oscillated, and bright flames swept away.

Explosive roars sounded continuously from the side of the purple bristly mouse, and large pieces of monsters were swallowed by the flames or crushed into pieces by the expanding force.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the devastated purple body swayed and fell, splashing a pool of evil blood.

The pressure suddenly dropped, and a big stone fell in everyone's hearts, but a shadow was cast over them.

"Kill them all!"

In the battle line watching from a distance, a paladin shouted and charged forward, his voice a bit tragic.

Professionals suitable for melee combat were no longer threatened by the purple bristly rats, and immediately gathered their strength and flocked to the group of monsters in the distance.

The rear front began to counterattack, and the momentum was greatly boosted.

As the blades exchanged, sparks splashed everywhere, blood accompanied by gunpowder smoke, blowing the horn of battle for a long time.

The lingering sound reached the gray sky.

···
On the front line, next to the giant torso of Hitomi Stone Tree, several huge zombies lay quietly beside a scorched black body.

Iwamoto Tenjo, who had transformed into a human form, was on one side, frowning and silent.

The green rattan glowed with vitality and vitality, piercing into the body.

Judging from his physical characteristics, he is Hannick the Fallen.

Although he barely survived under the flames of Amber Merrowa, he was unable to continue fighting.

Looking around at the sluggish zombies beside him, Iwamoto pondered for a while, then respectfully said to the dead stone tree: "The human team has started to counterattack, and more reinforcements are coming."

"Now is a rare opportunity."

"I can directly enter the team of professionals and smash the head of that weak female mage."

With the help of the pupil stone tree, he recovered a lot of mana. At this moment, the team of professionals was empty and Amber was out of power.

He didn't understand why Hitomi Stone Tree kept him here.

Sensing the cold gaze from the top of his head and the voice resounding from the bottom of his heart, Ten Iwamoto's eyes drooped.

"···no need···"

Hitomi Ishiki seemed to be prepared for it. While Iwamoto was surprised, he also noticed its stern attitude.

Although he and Hannick are both controlled by [Green Devil's Curse], in the final analysis, they are still not trusted by Hitomi Ishiki because of their sensitive identities.

An arrogant fool, Iwamoto cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was calm as usual.

The second support team in Rogge's camp must be a more powerful professional team. As far as he knows, there are five powerful Lv20 professionals in the camp. They are beyond the hero level, like to move freely, and often go there. The dangerous area outside the "blood wasteland".

When he was a hero-level druid, there were even rumors that a certain professional had crossed the "Icy Field" and arrived at a new demon area.

Although it is a bit unbelievable, the painful lessons of the Icefield Battle are still vivid in my mind. The elite team has never succeeded, and it is nonsense to go it alone.

Hitomi Stone Tree comes from "Evil Moon". Although it is mysterious enough, Iwamoto spent a period of time with it and didn't realize how powerful it is.

To operate zombies, use [Green Devil Curse], call monsters, and use black vine spikes.

That's it.

And relying on these alone, it is absolutely impossible to fight against the real backbone of the Rogue camp.

The blue-haired paladin broke through the demon team and broke into the evil cave passage opened by the pupil stone tree. This is a living example.

Yan Bentian's thoughts changed sharply, but the front line quietly changed.

Due to the intervention of the blue-haired paladin, a large number of powerful monsters have been blocked, and human professionals only need to allocate a small force to maintain the formation and wait for the support of the army.

But being killed all the way, in front of the road covered with demon corpses and bloody smell, the dark hole where the sound of fighting occasionally came out suddenly lit up with a ghostly fire.

A silver figure flew upside down from the darkness, and the blue-haired knight held a large shield and [Reixart's Elegy], and rolled down on the green field not far away, turning several times in a row.

The light flickered, and the blue-haired knight slapped the grass clippings on his body and on top of his head, spit out a mouthful of grass foam, and directly killed a few zombies with no eyes.

"It's not easy to handle..."

He looked solemnly at the dark hole, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the dark gold dagger gradually turned white.

Many professionals on the front line realized this solemnity, and their breathing suddenly became much heavier.

An evil smell began to fill the air.

The violent roar was not inferior to the explosion of the yellow potion. A small piece of the big black hole collapsed, and a fierce roar came from inside.

The roar was like a gust of wind, instantly depressing the grass on the green field, sweeping across the front and rear battlefields.

Countless professionals seemed to be aware of it, and their hearts trembled suddenly.

Dark blue shadows flickered at the entrance of the cave, the temperature dropped quickly, and fine white frost spread on the grass next to the entrance of the cave.

"deal?"

Sensing the real evil aura, Ten Iwamoto, who was waiting beside the pupil stone tree, changed his expression and murmured.

It seems that the real battle has just begun.

With such thoughts, he couldn't help but feel terrified.

(End of this chapter)