Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, like a small boat in the turbulent waves, it is difficult to predict the direction of the next moment. Zhang Deshuai and his pets are like a man in the chaos of the battle, killing people everywhere.

Zhang Deshuai's body was as fast as lightning, and the magic light in his hands kept flashing. Every attack set off a bloody storm. His pets also showed their power. The Chimera's huge body over 100 meters long rolled and twisted in the crowd. The three snake heads kept spraying deadly venom, flames and dark power, and enemies fell down wherever they went.

Moore was on the city wall, his eyes were sharp, and he was calmly commanding the overall situation. His eyes swept across every corner of the battlefield, and he kept issuing orders and deploying troops according to the situation, striving to maximize his own advantages.

The warriors of the orcs, elves and humans fought together, the sound of killing shook the sky, the flash of swords and the shining of magic. Blood and sweat intertwined, and life became so fragile at this moment.

In the orc camp, the fox orc commander stared at Zhang Deshuai, who was unstoppable on the battlefield, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes. "It's this kid again!" He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, his hatred for Zhang Deshuai becoming stronger.

So, he decisively ordered the Dark Cat Orcs to assassinate Zhang Deshuai. After receiving the order, dozens of Dark Cat Orcs instantly became invisible and disappeared into the air. They dispersed and approached Zhang Deshuai silently.

At this time, Zhang Deshuai was immersed in a fierce battle. As there were crowds of people fighting on all sides, he did not turn on his spatial perception and had no idea that danger was approaching him step by step.

Soon, Zhang Deshuai felt a sudden chill on his back, and a cold and deadly breath approached instantly. Before he could react, a cold dagger suddenly stabbed out from behind. The dagger was extremely sharp and instantly pierced Zhang Deshuai's magic shield. The sharp sound of the shield breaking was particularly clear in the noisy battlefield.

Almost at the same moment, three more daggers stabbed at him like poisonous snakes, aiming directly at his head, heart and back of the skull, with such speed that it caught people off guard.

At this critical moment, Zhang Deshuai, relying on his keen intuition and powerful magic ability cultivated over many years of fighting, instantly performed a spatial exchange. With a flash of light, he instantly exchanged positions with a pig orc warrior on the battlefield.

The three daggers, which were originally intended to win, mercilessly pierced the body of the pig orc warrior. The pig orc warrior didn't even have time to scream before he died on the spot.

The four dark cat orc assassins looked at the pig orc who died from the dagger with confusion, and their faces hidden in the shadows showed a brief look of astonishment.

Zhang Deshuai looked at the Dark Cat Assassin in the distance with lingering fear, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He knew that the danger was not over yet, so he quickly activated his spatial perception.

Soon, he sensed more than a dozen invisible waves approaching him rapidly. Zhang Deshuai's eyes became particularly solemn. He knew clearly that these were orc assassins and they had no good intentions.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and waited calmly. When they were about to approach him, Zhang Deshuai released the wrath of the Flame God without hesitation. In an instant, an extremely hot flame spread wildly around him with himself as the center.

The dozen or so invisible orc assassins were hit by this powerful skill before they could react. The flames instantly engulfed their figures, and the air was suddenly filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh. Their howls of pain rang out in the flames, but were quickly drowned out by the roar of the flames.

On that chaotic and bloody battlefield, even though more than a dozen orc assassins had just died, it did not affect the determination of the subsequent orc assassins to continue assassinating. They were like a group of wolves that smelled blood, attacking Zhang Deshuai continuously, and the murderous intent hidden in the darkness became stronger and stronger.

Veins popped up on Zhang Deshuai's forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. He kept sensing the space, trying to catch the traces of those invisible assassins, and frequently used spatial displacement and spatial substitution to avoid the deadly attacks that came like ghosts.

However, the assassins' attacks were too intense and too sudden. A flash of cold light passed by, and Zhang Deshuai's left arm was cut by a dagger. Blood instantly gushed out, staining his sleeve red. Then, he was stabbed in the back by another dagger. Although he avoided the vital part at the critical moment, the pain still made him stagnate.

Although these injuries were not fatal, each one brought excruciating pain, greatly affecting his movements and reaction speed, making the situation even more troublesome.

Zhang Deshuai was breathing heavily, but his eyes were still full of determination and indomitable spirit. He realized that he could not cope with the endless assassinations by himself, so he decisively summoned Lei Ting to fight with him.

The situation improved immediately after the Thunder Giant Ape joined the battle. Its tall and mighty body became a solid barrier for Zhang Deshuai, and its strong arms waved, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

The roar of thunder resounded throughout the battlefield. With its keen perception and powerful strength, it continuously killed the orc assassins who tried to get close to Zhang Deshuai. The assassins fell one after another under the attack of thunder, turning into cold corpses.

But even so, the orc assassins still did not give up. They continued to fight, one after another, as if they would not stop until Zhang Deshuai was killed.

As time slowly passed, the corpses of the orc assassins around Zhang Deshuai piled up like a mountain, layer upon layer, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

The Thunder Ape became more and more excited as it fought more and more. Its already powerful body seemed to be infused with endless vitality. Every time it swung its sturdy arms, it was accompanied by flashes of lightning and roars of anger, mercilessly killing the orc assassins who tried to approach. Its eyes were bloodshot, and the light of excitement danced in them. It seemed to be in a state of frenzy for this bloody battle.

Zhang Deshuai sat under the belly of the diamond turtle, eating magic bread to recover from his injuries. The diamond turtle was fully focused, opening the steel barrier and the wall of protection, ready to defend against assassins who might attack from any direction. Its solid shell and powerful defensive skills provided Zhang Deshuai with a relatively safe shelter.

The Thunder Ape kept clearing out the orc assassins around the Diamond Turtle. Its movements were agile and accurate, and each attack was merciless. The screams of the assassins and the roar of thunder intertwined, forming a melody of death.

The fox commander watched from a distance as Zhang Deshuai successfully resolved the danger once again. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking and his teeth were chattering. His originally cunning eyes were now filled with anger and unwillingness, and his hatred for Zhang Deshuai became even deeper.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. The orcs were gradually at a disadvantage due to their long-term attack and heavy losses. The morale of the human and elf coalition was high, and their cooperation was getting better and better. Their attacks were like a tidal wave, making it difficult for the orcs to resist.

The orc army that had been surging forward began to show signs of confusion and retreat. The eyes of some orc warriors no longer had the initial enthusiasm and ferocity, but were replaced by fear and despair. Their formation began to loosen, no longer as tight and orderly as before.

The human knights took the opportunity to charge, piercing the weak points of the orcs' camp like sharp swords, setting off a bloody storm. The elves' arrows fell like raindrops, accurately hitting the vital points of the orcs. The magicians continued to cast powerful magic, and fire, frost, and lightning raged on the battlefield, causing huge casualties to the orcs.

The shouts, screams, and clashes of weapons on the battlefield interweave into a chaotic and tragic scene. Every minute and every second, lives are lost, and every inch of land is stained with blood. However, the coalition of humans and elves still does not flinch. They firmly believe that victory is in sight. In order to protect their homes and loved ones, and to defend their honor and dignity, they will fight to the end.