Blaise's side almost came out, and the army rushed towards Hesse from several directions, aiming directly at the core of the corpse palace.

The dark forest was boiling with battle, full of roaring, shouting, swords-to-blade, or the sound of magic whizzing past. The countless sounds intertwined and turned into an indistinguishable noise.

Countless figures scuffled in the forest, the blood dyed the original monotonous forest, the smell of rust dispelled the fragrance of the plants and trees in the forest, the branches and leaves were scattered all over the place, and they were ruthlessly trampled by someone’s feet. Sen no longer has the mystery and peace that he once had.

The Wind Wolf Tribe followed Brace's army into Hesse, like a sharp sword rushing straight into the hinterland of Hesse.

The patriarch of the Wind Wolf slashed over the undead who were blocking the road in front of him with a knife. When he was about to greet his subordinates to continue, a group of figures with gray fur appeared in front of him.

"Smoke Wolf!" The patriarch of the wind wolf had sharp eyes and stopped the movement of retracting the knife.

Nite, the patriarch of the smoke wolf, held a machete in his strong hand: "You can only get here."

The patriarch of the wind wolf showed a disdainful smile: "Hey, what a big talk. Can't you see it? Blaise is the one who represents the future. For the dead Tutaqiang, you actually brought the smoke wolf clan to stand. Hessian is dead, stupid."

The veins on the back of Nit's hand holding the knife were violent: "Shut up, Huangmao! You don't deserve to mention the name of the conqueror!"

The patriarch of the wind wolf showed his sinister fangs: "Don't talk nonsense, gray hair, let's fight."

At this moment, the positions of the two sides are tit-for-tat, and with the old grudges in the past, there is no room for relaxation.

Ni Teqiang led the smoke wolf clan forward without showing weakness: "Then let's see who is the strongest wolf clan!!!"

"kill"

The two clans from the same source fought each other from different positions.

in the jungle.

The Yaoquan tribe moved forward cautiously. This time, they were in charge of the task of a secret raid. They needed to attack from the side quietly, and the coalition forces in Hesse were caught off guard.

"rustle……"

The Yaodog Patriarch paused, and his ears stood upright, constantly turning around, capturing every subtle sound.

"rustle……"

The sound was very small, very weak, mixed in the wind in the forest, and it seemed to be just the slight friction generated by the branches and leaves being blown.

The Yaodog Patriarch raised his hand and signaled the people behind him to stop advancing.

"Patriarch?" Someone in the team asked in a low voice.

The Yaodog Patriarch took out his weapon: "Prepare to fight, someone is surrounding us."

There was a low voice of laughter suddenly in the air. The voice was very strange. It was different from the laughter of ordinary people. It had a strange tone and rhythm, and there was an inexplicable coldness in it.

Since the Yaoquan tribe is one of the powerful tribes in the Longyue Desert, it naturally has a considerable understanding of the various tribes in the desert. The Yaoquan patriarch knows that it is the voice of the Snake Clan when he hears this unique pronunciation.

Due to the relationship between the oral structure, the voice and language of the snakes are very special, and they can be distinguished by listening to them.

The Yaoquan patriarch clenched his short knife with his backhand: "The Snake Clan, get out!"

With his voice, many black shadows suddenly appeared on the surrounding trees. These shadows seemed to have no bones and were extremely softly clinging to the tall trees in Hesse. They were all wearing light black leather armor, with short thorns in their hands, and snake heads above their necks. Pairs of icy snake pupils stared at the Yaohounds below, and the snakes vomited softly, as if preparing to hunt.

By convention, before the war, there is a period of trash talking and greeting each other.

Yaodog has used the word "roll", and Snake will definitely give back, but this is a bit difficult for Snake people who are not good at pronunciation of common language.

Kasa, the patriarch of Snake, said a few words of Snake.

Another voice came from a higher place: "Crazy...dog...you...you...neck...zi...up...top...the...that...the...dong... West...good...like...no...what...what...use...ah..."

When everyone looked up, it turned out to be La Gugu, the high priest of the Snake Clan. He took advantage of the Grey Feather Clan to fly dutifully in mid-air as a translator.

I didn't expect this guy to be able to fly with a big head and a foolish look? Curse people?

Oh no, Lagugu is just a translator, the one who cursed should be Kasa, the Patriarch of the Snake. Unexpectedly, Patriarch Kasa usually wears a long robe and looks so polite, and when he opens his mouth, he is so professional.

"..." The Yaoquan patriarch also wanted to fight back, but the Yaoquan tribe has always been martial, and his cultural level is limited, so he couldn't think of any effective language for this scene for a while.

Casa has seized the opportunity to speak again.

Lagugu translated: "You...you...crazy...dog...and...don't...read...books...wait...you...want...out...come...all...should... ...directly...directly...surrendered...surrendered..."

The content of the personal attack, combined with the dragging tone, was more annoying than saying it directly. Probably this is the secret of his ascending the position of the High Priest of the Snake Clan.

"...Damn!" The Yaodog patriarch found that apart from scolding his mother, there was really no inventory with tricks in the language library. He shouldn't be playing scolding with the Snake Clan guys, wouldn't it be better to do it directly?

At this time, Kasa spoke again.

The Yaodog Patriarch's intuition was not good, and he really said, "I think... no... come out... just... forget it... we... we... can... use... straight... Pick up... move... hand... of..."

The whole family of Yaodog: "..."

Oh shit! ! !

After a harmonious and friendly exchange, the two sides finally officially started the war.

On the other side, the Hessian army and the Brace army fought head-on.

air.

The Brace airship confronted the Red Kite team of the Wood Spirit Tribe.

The airship has advanced weapons and well-trained soldiers, but the Red Kite team also provides air support all year round. Not only are they top shooters, but the Red Kite under them is also quite agile, and they are evenly matched with the airship.

on the ground.

All the commanders of Blaise were blocked by the knight commanders.

These knight commanders, who usually seem to have their main business and sideline business as salted fish, and whose main job content is suspected of skipping work, finally showed their bloodthirsty side. In addition to the Hessian bosses in the team who were recruited, the air was filled with death, full of crazy fighting spirit and killing **.

It gives people a brief glimpse of how crazy and dangerous the Hesse, which was dominated by heroes, was in those days.

The troops led by Fenris also encountered obstacles.

Two blood-stained undead, each with its own incomplete mad lion clan, appeared in front of him. One was holding a giant axe with a broken arm, the other was holding a big sword, and his head was missing.

Fenris knew the two men well, especially the way they died, because they died at his hands. Very tough, very tenacious, fighting until the last moment of his life and refusing to fall.

Tutaqiang gave Fenris a bloodthirsty smile: "Meet again, Mr. Commander."

Fenris clenched the long sword in his hand and pointed forward: "The last time you escaped, this time will not be so lucky."

Tutajian was not interested in talking, he raised the axe without showing weakness: "Let's make an end, one of us must end here completely."

Following his movement, Doleth Strong also showed his weapon at the same time.

Unfinished dreams, life and death, the road ahead and the future... Whether it is to settle the hatred of the past, or for the future of the undead and the orcs, this battle cannot be avoided.

Avoiding the battle has never been the rule of Tutaqiang and Doleth Strong. Since we want to fight, we should fight vigorously.

With Tuta's strong roar, the two rushed towards Fenris in tacit understanding, followed by the orc warriors who followed closely. This was both their self-protection battle and their revenge battle.

Hall of Bones.

Frost is helping Xiao Zhi tidy up his clothes. In fact, there are no wrinkles on Xiao Zhi's clothes, but Frost's movements are still very careful, as if an artist who is obsessed with his works is carefully treating his work. .

The hustle and bustle of the outside world is about to swallow up the silence inside.

The quiet time is over.

Frost withdrew his hand, and his platinum-gold eyes looked directly at Xiao Zhi's, as if he was reading an indecipherable book: "Xiao Qi, do you really want to do this?"

Xiao Zhi nodded: "Brace has a way to limit your power, especially the Pope, he couldn't wait to attack Hessen as soon as he took office, he must have mastered some way to deal with you. Even if the magic circle behind you has already Most of it is cracked, and I can't let you take the risk."

"So, I'll deal with him."

Frost still frowned: "I am the lord, you don't need to bear these for me."

Xiao Zhi's expression was very solemn: "They want to beat my people in my territory, how can this be done!"

I don't know if the phrase "my person" had hit somewhere in my heart, Frost's eyes softened a little, he was about to say something, but Xiao Zhi covered his mouth.

The kind that is very tightly covered.

Xiao Zhi suddenly changed his face to his own, and approached Frost until Frost could feel his warm breath brushing against his cheek.

If he had a heartbeat, Frost thought his heartbeat might jump.

Xiao Zhi's eyes were slightly curved, with a sly smile: "Don't forget that I am an Asanaxi, and it is our racial talent to love to die."

Facing this familiar face, Frost didn't know how to refute for a while.

Yes, Xiao Qi will not die. Moreover, Xiaoqi has always been very strong, and there are many strange ways. It seems that every time as long as he is there, there is nothing that cannot be accomplished, whether it is many years ago or now.

This man is like a miracle, he suddenly broke into Frost's life, and forcibly opened a flower in his originally desolate world, and this flower also swept the wind and occupied the most central position. , extremely arrogant.

Xiao Zhi let go of Frost when he was slightly stunned, and gently kissed his soft but cold lips.

Frost didn't want Xiao Zhi to take risks for himself, and of course Xiao Zhi didn't want Frost to take risks, not to mention that this danger might be fatal to Frost, but Xiao Zhi would not die because of it.

So he will never give in, not even half a centimeter.

In the battle situation, players flexibly shuttle among the crowd, seize every opportunity to make up for the knife.

In addition, a group of players have another task - recovering corpses.

Whether it is the fallen undead or other races that died unfortunately, they will try their best to collect them before the other party is purified by the Holy Light. This is a special task issued by Hessian for those players who are flexible and quick to respond, and will be rewarded after completion. a lot of reputation.

After these corpses are recovered, Hessian will dig pits and bury them together. Although it looks like a mass grave, this is to speed up the transformation of the corpses and allow the undead to recover faster. It is said that if you plant a lot of undead today, you will reap a lot of undead alive after a while.

The players who accepted the quest rolled on the ground against Brace's attack, just to collect more corpses.

An assassin was hit with a sword in his chest, and his blood gushed down, and there was only a little bloodskin left.

"Ouch! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!" As he muttered, he put away the corpse closest to him, and then quickly turned around and ran towards the depths of Hessen, just like he had just finished a thief.

Seeing this, Brace's soldiers naturally wouldn't let him go and chased after him.

On the way, another player appeared, and the two ran hand in hand and chatted by the way.

"Are you dying?"

"Yes."

"I'm dying too..."

"You look better than me, I must be dying faster..."

The pursuers behind: "..."

Why are you running faster and faster when you are going to die? ! Running wildly while bleeding, not afraid of dying halfway? The Asanaxi people are indeed a bunch of freaks, and the most confusing race in the mainland is well-deserved.

Players encouraged each other: "Come on, come on, run faster!! You can get another round if you hand in the task alive!"

At the very center of the battle, the long-awaited picture finally appeared.

A huge bone dragon descended from the sky, stopping the raging battle for a moment. The Hessian lord and the regent jumped from the bone dragon's back one after another and walked towards the Pope and the three archbishops there. The difference between the two sides is clear, forming a confrontational situation.

only……

"Wait...why is the regent facing the pope and the lord fighting the archbishop?"

"There seems to be something wrong?"

"Did they just get the wrong script?"