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? Bai En shouted loudly, his body in a black mage's robe trembling due to overcasting, and his lips were wrinkled. 35xs smeared into the air, glittering like pearls.

The men and women around him also screamed, their sturdy arms wrapped in stained linen and leather. The tight joints are white, and the blood vessels protrude from the neck, just like tightening the rope.

They are not afraid, they forget how to feel fear. They only remember hatred, anger and life. Their entire existence turned into a roar: a persistent, **** and violent roar.

They rushed past, ran up the slippery slope, rumbling in the dirt, rushing towards the enemy one by one.

Bai En stood in the front row, roaring loudly, and heard his voice become hoarse. He stumbled up the slope, scratched the ground with his other hand, and slipped on the turf that had been trampled on.

The heavy rains turned the gully fields into grey quagmire. The low and dark sky glared at them. In the north, the field near Greentown was wavy, and the dense crops were like black mats.

On the top of the **** is the rebel army. They roared, stomping the slick script and claws. The sharp blade swayed, and the tattered animal skin swayed with the body.

There are hundreds of them, and they smell of foul blood and damp animal skin. They used a hoarse roar to make a deafening challenge.

"For Fatalin!" Bai En screamed loudly and ran to the top of the slope, plunging into the ranks there.

The two armies met like two filthy seas, crunching together. There were no more than a thousand soldiers on either side, no shining plate armor flashes, and no bright flags flying in the sun. Every piece of exposed skin was covered with mud, scabs, ulcers and pus wounds. The smell of humans is almost as bad as that of beasts, and the smell of some people is even more bad.

It was a scuffle against intruders, punching and kicking, slamming with a stick, raking with a rake, stab and strangling each other with a knife. There is no strategy, no tactics, only cruel hatred on both sides.

Bai En looked down and a Goblin with a long face waved a wooden spear at him awkwardly. Before he could react, his head was pulled from his neck by a man in dark armor.

A skinny little jumped in front of him, his limbs were rough, and his body was all gray. It punched him with a dirty chisel and lifted it high, expecting him to respond with his long whip.

Bai En laughed and punched out with a fist holding a long whip. When Goblin's head bounced back, Bai En laughed again. He smiled and raised the long whip, thrusting the blade of the sacrificial knife downward into his eye socket, smashing the eyeball inside and pulling it out.

Bai En laughed and tore the throat of another Goblin who came up to die, cut off another Goblin's tendon, and pulled its terrible spine away from his back. He laughed like a child.

The jackals among the enemies are all higher than their human opponents. They are stronger, they have better weapons, and they have their deep-rooted, cunning desire to fight, but the mad farmers are rushing towards them like spring floods and rushing into their front.

Dozens of fanatics among humans died while frantically rushing into the Jackal's front. More people were cut down by the beasts under the blade. They beat you with a stick and are unconscious, pierce your body with metal, or grind your internal organs with your teeth.

But this is not important, it does not slow down the human side. They went on, wiping the blood from their glaring eyes while singing praises to Fatalin in unison. They are a whole, with the same home and the same hatred.

Bai En turned around and saw a jackal slamming at him, his eyes flushed and his chin drooling. He raised his sacrificial knife and slammed it on the oncoming blade. He felt a violent impact on his arm. He rushed into his arms tightly, pulled the blade of the blade out, and pierced the pair of red ruby-like eyes with the sacrificial knife of the other hand.

The jackal sideways let the sacrificial knife pierce the thick shoulder behind the face, and then hit the head of Bai En with his big fist, knocking him to the ground with one blow. It approached him, ready to start killing.

Bai En was dizzy and blurred. He vaguely felt that he was going to die, which made him suddenly furious.

"Fatlin!" Bai En screamed, staggering to his feet and staggering toward the monster attacking him.

But the jackal were gone.

Replaced by a huge figure. He stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing heavy plate armor, and looked glorious under the rain. A pair of sad eyes emerged from the darkness under the hard helmet. There are two huge horns on his helmet, bent upwards. The stout arms wore metal barbed gloves and held a single-edged giant axe that was one person tall. Blood — the blood of the dead — ran down the armor and pooled in a stream beside his iron boots.

"We won?" Bai En's head hit by the jackal was sore, he asked with his teeth twitching.

"Yes," Knokranstoff turned and cut down a jackal who fled here after the formation was breached and continued. "The enemies are running away. The villagers are chasing them."

"How many of us died?" Bai En, who was sitting on the ground after hearing the victory, continued to ask.

"Two or three hundred, many militias from other village organizations have also arrived." Knokranstov looked around to observe the enemy and the number of deaths. The dead corpses are easy to identify, and the human corpses are all on their own.

"What's the result?" Bai En rubbed his head with both hands, and the jackal hurt him a lot.

"The slaves who were driven across were about a thousand. The new militiamen were making up their swords. The enemies on the slopes dispersed after the Jackal formation was washed away. But I don't think they can escape much." Lanstorf did not think Goblin could escape in the plains.

"I don't recommend you to be like this next time. I can't even protect myself with this number of enemies." Nokranstov persuaded seriously.

"Haha, unless there is a similar situation, otherwise I will not do it." Bai En said with a laugh. "Have you heard? What are people shouting for?"

"Fatlin has everything, everything." The big man didn't understand Bai En's words. "Next time I can't guarantee you are alive."

"Long live Fatalin, or some other slogan, they have a consciousness. Because of this consciousness, I will do this kind of thing, and I can't watch it disappear." Bai En understood why he did this. Many of these bought slaves have become freemen, and they began to recognize their identity on Fatalin Island.

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? Bai En shouted loudly, his body in a black mage's robe trembling due to overcasting, and his lips were wrinkled. 35xs smeared into the air, glittering like pearls.

The men and women around him also screamed, their sturdy arms wrapped in stained linen and leather. The tight joints are white, and the blood vessels protrude from the neck, just like tightening the rope.

They are not afraid, they forget how to feel fear. They only remember hatred, anger and life. Their entire existence turned into a roar: a persistent, **** and violent roar.

They rushed past, ran up the slippery slope, rumbling in the dirt, rushing towards the enemy one by one.

Bai En stood in the front row, roaring loudly, and heard his voice become hoarse. He stumbled up the slope, scratched the ground with his other hand, and slipped on the turf that had been trampled on.

The heavy rains turned the gully fields into grey quagmire. The low and dark sky glared at them. In the north, the field near Greentown was wavy, and the dense crops were like black mats.

On the top of the **** is the rebel army. They roared, stomping the slick script and claws. The sharp blade swayed, and the tattered animal skin swayed with the body.

There are hundreds of them, and they smell of foul blood and damp animal skin. They used a hoarse roar to make a deafening challenge.

"For Fatalin!" Bai En screamed loudly and ran to the top of the slope, plunging into the ranks there.

The two armies met like two filthy seas, crunching together. There were no more than a thousand soldiers on either side, no shining plate armor flashes, and no bright flags flying in the sun. Every piece of exposed skin was covered with mud, scabs, ulcers and pus wounds. The smell of humans is almost as bad as that of beasts, and the smell of some people is even more bad.

It was a scuffle against intruders, punching and kicking, slamming with a stick, raking with a rake, stab and strangling each other with a knife. There is no strategy, no tactics, only cruel hatred on both sides.

Bai En looked down and a Goblin with a long face waved a wooden spear at him awkwardly. Before he could react, his head was pulled from his neck by a man in dark armor.

A skinny little jumped in front of him, his limbs were rough, and his body was all gray. It punched him with a dirty chisel and lifted it high, expecting him to respond with his long whip.

Bai En laughed and punched out with a fist holding a long whip. When Goblin's head bounced back, Bai En laughed again. He smiled and raised the long whip, thrusting the blade of the sacrificial knife downward into his eye socket, smashing the eyeball inside and pulling it out.

Bai En laughed and tore the throat of another Goblin who came up to die, cut off another Goblin's tendon, and pulled its terrible spine away from his back. He laughed like a child.

The jackals among the enemies are all higher than their human opponents. They are stronger, they have better weapons, and they have their deep-rooted, cunning desire to fight, but the mad farmers are rushing towards them like spring floods and rushing into their front.

Dozens of fanatics among humans died while frantically rushing into the Jackal's front. More people were cut down by the beasts under the blade. They beat you with a stick and are unconscious, pierce your body with metal, or grind your internal organs with your teeth.

But this is not important, it does not slow down the human side. They went on, wiping the blood from their glaring eyes while singing praises to Fatalin in unison. They are a whole, with the same home and the same hatred.

Bai En turned around and saw a jackal slamming at him, his eyes flushed and his chin drooling. He raised his sacrificial knife and slammed it on the oncoming blade. He felt a violent impact on his arm. He rushed into his arms tightly, pulled the blade of the blade out, and pierced the pair of red ruby-like eyes with the sacrificial knife of the other hand.

The jackal sideways let the sacrificial knife pierce the thick shoulder behind the face, and then hit the head of Bai En with his big fist, knocking him to the ground with one blow. It approached him, ready to start killing.

Bai En was dizzy and blurred. He vaguely felt that he was going to die, which made him suddenly furious.

"Fatlin!" Bai En screamed, staggering to his feet and staggering toward the monster attacking him.

But the jackal were gone.

Replaced by a huge figure. He stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing heavy plate armor, and looked glorious under the rain. A pair of sad eyes emerged from the darkness under the hard helmet. There are two huge horns on his helmet, bent upwards. The stout arm was wearing metal barbed gloves, holding a single-edged single-axe giant axe ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ blood-the blood of the dead-running down the armor and converging into a stream beside his iron boots .

"We won?" Bai En's head hit by the jackal was sore, he asked with his teeth twitching.

"Yes," Knokranstoff turned and cut down a jackal who fled here after the formation was breached and continued. "The enemies are running away. The villagers are chasing them."

"How many of us died?" Bai En, who was sitting on the ground after hearing the victory, continued to ask.

"Two or three hundred, many militias from other village organizations have also arrived." Knokranstov looked around to observe the enemy and the number of deaths. The dead corpses are easy to identify, and the human corpses are all on their own.

"What's the result?" Bai En rubbed his head with both hands, and the jackal hurt him a lot.

"The slaves who were driven across were about a thousand. The new militiamen were making up their swords. The enemies on the slopes dispersed after the Jackal formation was washed away. But I don't think they can escape much." Lanstorf did not think Goblin could escape in the plains.

"I don't recommend you to be like this next time. I can't even protect myself with this number of enemies." Nokranstov persuaded seriously.

"Haha, unless there is a similar situation, otherwise I will not do it." Bai En said with a laugh. "Have you heard? What are people shouting for?"

"Fatlin has everything, everything." The big man didn't understand Bai En's words. "Next time I can't guarantee you are alive."

"Long live Fatalin, or some other slogan, they have a consciousness. Because of this consciousness, I will do this kind of thing, and I can't watch it disappear." Bai En understood why he did this. Many of these bought slaves have become freemen, and they began to recognize their identity on Fatalin Island.