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  On the south bank of the Sanggan River, the red earth slopes are like a volcano in eruption, burning with a layer of light on the horizon.

  The clear river water of the Sanggan River near the shore has all turned into rolling muddy paste, with large clusters of bubbles rising up, and from time to time, fat fish jumping out of the water surface, slapping out clusters of waves like cramps.

  Countless hamsters darted out of the bamboo forest, biting each other; sparrows and crows flew low in the sky in flocks, amidst sharp and frantic chirping sounds, were engulfed by the magical flame spirits on the red earth slope, and instantly turned into flying ash.

  A pack of rabid wolves howled "Wooo" as they chased and bit each other, their eyes turned blood red, with white foam dripping from their mouths.

  This is the terror of human magic!

  The power of the "Earthfire Scorches City" spell scroll was possibly beyond even Otaga's own expectations, bringing a spiritual stimulation akin to the apocalypse to all small creatures on the Donau wasteland.

  Apart from feeling a little heartbroken, Otga Master felt more triumphant in his heart.

  This small death corridor sniper battle almost made the famous "Metal Rose" mercenary group disabled, and in the end they still had to rely on a magician to end the fight.

  It can be imagined that Dolores' bards will soon sing the name of a certain magician all over the continent of Aegina.

  The gleaming boots of the Marquis de Totti trampled on the red riverbank, where countless ants crawled in disorder, his red cloak fluttering in the wind.

  Although he had already settled the troublesome opponent, in the heart of the handsome Dolotte Taishi, a fierce flame was burning like a burning emerald.

  This sniper battle delayed the slave hunters for a considerable amount of time. The Earl felt a slight sense of worry in his heart - worried that Zhēng Jiǎo had escaped.

  Through the "Eagle Eye Suite Tube", you can see that on the beach of the opposite bank of the Sanggan River, there is only a pile of messy packages of various sizes left. On the river surface, there is a large pile of bamboo rafts, rattan boats and broken ice blocks drifting away with the current. In the dense reed forests on the beach, there are short, small shadows running around everywhere, which are hedgehog herdsmen catching the escaped Sa beast.

  "What is it?" The Earl's breath caught in his throat.

  A cluster of people huddled together on the riverbank caught his attention.

  Fox beauties! Far Eastern continent's clam girls! Beauty snakes! Mermaids!

  And then there's the swan maiden with white wings! Who is that one wearing a cloak... What a breathtakingly beautiful face!

  The Earl's hand holding the "Eagle Eye Tube Mirror" was shaking uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, there were six top beauties, exceeding the expected five! He could affirm that, except for the one wearing a cloak who he didn't recognize, the remaining five were absolutely the beauties he had seen in the Memory Crystal Ball, his target for this trip!

  Six beauties gathered about three hundred goblins, armed with shields and long spears, to form a sparse defensive line on the riverbank. These beauties were still reorganizing their scattered formation, comforting the wailing and crying vassal tribes! They hadn't even had time to retreat yet!

  The Earl closed his eyes, praying slowly, and then reopened them to re-examine everything. Convinced that he hadn't seen things wrongly, he couldn't help but burst out with the most shameless words of praise for God's generosity and benevolence.

  However, looking back at the progress of their own crossing, the Earl's praise immediately turned into angry roars. The elegant countenance was distorted, and gangster-style profanity poured out from the noble husband's mouth like a river.

  This time, whether it was fear or caution, General Zhenneifu commanded his two companies of long gunners and two companies of archers to form a defensive formation on both sides, even using bamboo rafts to cross the river. The heavy armor of the giant scythe-wielding soldiers made them too heavy, with only two fully armored warriors able to be carried on each raft. This batch of heavy scythe-wielding soldiers crossing the river had only half a company's worth of troops. Another fifty Pompeian giants were waiting for the next wave of ferrying tools.

  The heavily armed raft moved at a relatively slow pace, and the "Metallic Rose" mercenaries' speed also slowed down to that of a snail.

  As the main force of the "Iron Rose" mercenary corps, there were also four squadrons of light cavalry without sufficient means to cross the river, wandering helplessly on the riverbank.

  "Jennifer! You numbskull, what are you waiting for? Did I pay you a handsome commission to give the quarry another hour's head start?" The Earl's bellow nearly made the Sanggan River flow backwards.

  "But... how are we supposed to cross the river without any tools?" The female leader of "Metal Rose", Janeva, was taken aback by this sudden outburst. Her face also turned unnatural, and she muttered under her breath.

  "You fools! Strip and re-equip, we'll make a light crossing!" The count swung his whip wildly, striking the slave hunters beside him.

  "Quick! Quick! Quick!"

  The shouts of driving horses instantly covered the turbulent waters of the Sanggan River.

  The five hundred knights under the Earl's command immediately removed the heavy equipment of maces and shields from their saddles, shook the reins, restrained the war horses under their crotches, and charged into the icy river. In the splashing waves, the war horses were not stimulated by the cold water to snort loudly, spouting a string of hot water droplets, and the sound of cracking ice continued endlessly.

  Colonel Jennifer had no choice but to let the four squadrons of light cavalry follow her into the icy river, swimming together across the river.

  The eight-headed batch of rhinos couldn't swim, and could only stand there stupidly with Jenny, receiving the mocking gaze of Count Toti.

  "Smash those dwarves! Bring me the Mire women alive! If they lose a single hair, I'll have your hides flayed off, stuffed with straw and hung on the walls of Dolores for all to see!" The count restrained his warhorse, continuously giving orders to his warriors.

  "Whoever captures one of the beauties! A reward of 10,000 gold coins!" The count's words made the icy river water no longer cold, and every fugitive's hot blood that had not been sucked away by the "Inferno" magic scroll was burning fiercely.

  Totti Earl looked back and gazed at the raging magical flame spirits on the red earth slope, his mouth curled up with a victor's smile.

  The sappers were hastening to make bamboo rafts, but they had to move to a new location after a short while. The magical flame spirits hovering above the翡冷翠 (a type of stone) would not burn anything outside the red soil slope, but the heat emanating from the red soil was already causing the surrounding plants to wither. The plants near the翡翠, whether bamboo forests or tree ferns, were all turning yellow and dry, their leaves wilting, and the evaporating water vapor rising at a visible rate.

  As soon as each huge raft was ready, a group of warriors would push it down to the river surface, and a large number of mercenaries would eagerly jump on board. Their pockets were all filled with 10,000 gold coins that they had not yet received, and their rowing speed seemed like they were participating in a competition.

  The magical flames burned brighter and brighter, gradually darkening the sky was shrouded in a layer of gorgeous light, the surface of the Sanggan River floated with blood-red reflections, today will be destined to have no fate with darkness.

  The fleet of bamboo rafts broke through the thick ice on the surface of the river, and countless war horses advanced in the river water. The wide Sanggan River suddenly became narrow.

  The earth warriors on the gathering array on the other side obviously couldn't withstand such a big pressure, and deserters began to appear. The shields were laid down one by one, and no matter how loudly the beautiful women shouted orders, it was of no use.

  "Little treasure, don't be afraid, we're here......we're here......" The Earl gazed intently through his hawk-eye monocle, muttering to himself with a sinister smile.

  A hundred yards away, the heavily armed scythe-wielding men gripped their scythes and tower shields tightly, while the palm-leaf hands clearly quickened their frequency. The dripping wet palm leaves flew up and down rapidly.

  Seize the beach! Everyone is preparing to seize the beach!

  The archers also started suppressing fire, fearing misfire, so each time they opened their bows, the targets were all swept to both sides of the beauties. The captain of the archer team was sweating more than usual.

  Hedgehog Man and Skunk Man's toss also started to counterattack, sparse cobblestones and swooshing arrow rain formed a ridiculous contrast, each mercenary felt that this world was so lovely.

  The goblins, fearing the bows and arrows, actually hugged their heads. They desperately shrank to the back of the shields, a horizontal sniper formation that was not very dense in the first place, after being washed by three waves of arrow rain, unexpectedly transformed into two clusters of strange formations, and most importantly, the central axis position was empty.

  The mercenaries of "Metal Rose" were making a loud noise, they gave this sniper array a good name - Testicle Battle Array.

  The mercenaries were ridiculing Bimon's ignorance while wiping away the sweat that had suddenly appeared on their palms. It was too unexpected! The battle line had already made such a big mistake before the war even started.

  All the giant scythe-wielding warriors took off their helmets, revealing their shiny heads and small braids behind their necks. This wasn't underestimating the enemy, it was just that the opponent was too amateurish! If they landed and launched an attack, even if there were only fifty giant scythe-wielders, it would be enough to slaughter them all cleanly, as simple and effortless as a hammer striking a walnut.

  There is a saying in Aegean mainland, when God wants to destroy someone, he will first make him arrogant and underestimate his enemy. This sentence can't be more suitable for the experience of Heavy Armor Giant Scythe Hand.

  Among the mercenaries' thunderous jeers, fin-like objects rose from the icy river surface, and the flames on the red earth slope illuminated these "fins", reflecting a cold glint unique to deadly weapons.

  As the "fins" rapidly approached the mercenaries' rafts, the splashing water obscured this ferocious reflection, and most of the giant scythe-wielding warriors were intently staring at the opposite riverbank, calculating their attack points for the upcoming battle.

  The bamboo raft burst into a series of deafening explosions that made everyone's body go limp. All the mercenaries were stunned for a moment, and the wide bamboo raft where the heavy halberdiers were standing was split in two like a steak cut by a dinner knife. In an instant, it was not just one bamboo raft, but almost all the rafts where the heavily armed halberdiers were standing were split in half. The sound of the bamboo bursting and the heavily armed halberdiers falling into the water rang out simultaneously.

  Terrible change!

  The Earl's face immediately turned pale as he watched the progress with full confidence.

  The bowmen and spearmen had not yet regained their composure when they slipped underfoot, and their own rafts were cut in two by a swift and sharp blade. There was a mournful cry that rose up, it was someone who found that their foot had been severed.

  But the cries for help were soon drowned out by the river water.

  After a brief moment of silence, all forty bamboo rafts were cut in half by the terrifying force from beneath the water, and the sound of splashing became the main melody of this stage.

  Twenty-odd sturdy bodies of the Bimon quietly emerged from the water's surface, appearing in the place where the heavily armed giant scythe should have been - the center of the concave character battle formation. The super-giant axes in their hands shone brightly in the rippling river water, dazzling people's eyes. Their expressions were calm and composed, allowing the river water to slide down from their foreheads.

  It's hippopotamus vs. monkey!

  There were men of insight among the mercenaries who croaked with hoarse voices and howled in despair with a broken voice.

  The mercenaries who were close by noticed a detail, the leader of them, the strongest hippopotamus, unexpectedly spat out a complete shrimp shell from his mouth, and the tentacles of this river shrimp were still twitching. Only the meat on its tail had been sucked clean.

  "The wine will taste even better if you let it sit for a bit." The hippopotamus muttered in a not-so-fluent universal human language, sniffing with its enormous and terrifying nostrils.

  "I don't know what human flesh tastes like." The hippopotamus smiled, revealing a cluster of tender white shrimp meat between its scissor-like teeth.

  This detail sent the mercenary troops plummeting into an abyss of despair, for whoever faced the hippopotamus warriors, which were as wide as they were tall and weighed nearly half a ton, could only feel their own insignificance and powerlessness to resist.

  About half of the mercenaries swallowed a big mouthful of water at this time.

  It was because of tension and fear at that time.

  "Short axe at the ready~~" This boring guy is of course O'Neil, his cunning little eyes rolled around. The most vicious emerald green guy, called out to his companions and drew out the small short axes hidden in their shorts.

  For hippopotamus poets, they drew out small short axes. In the eyes of mercenaries struggling in the river water, this is simply a siege axe.

  An ominous premonition, like dark clouds before a storm, shrouded the minds of every mercenary. "Abandon ship! Leave!" The mercenaries, packed tightly together, began to desperately swim for their lives. No one wanted to resist anymore; no one had any other thoughts.

  "Let go!" O'Neill's mouth opened wide, gritting his teeth and using all his strength to swing the short axe in his hand.

  A burst of neat slapping sounds against the water spread out in all directions. With the hippopotamus poets' circular formation as the core, like a blooming chrysanthemum, rapid and rolling waves sprang up in all directions, these waves were all natural phenomena created by the short axe cutting through the river water. Just like the dorsal fin of a tiger shark speeding across the surface of the sea.

  The sound of tearing echoed again, and the mercenaries who had witnessed the power of the "Bird Wing Crossbow" were all too familiar with this terrifying sound. These sturdy warriors, already overpowered by the Mongol warriors, swung their short axes in close combat, which was no less powerful than the "Bird Wing Crossbow".

  The rolling axe swept across the waterline, and on the surface of the water, a straight line was broken open by a bloody wave, and life passed away in an instant like a rushing stream.

  "Hah! You scoundrels! Didn't you like our Bimon's fur? Weren't you like our boss's wife? Come try the hippopotamus O'Neill's axe!" O'Neill, with a thick Bimon accent, flaunted his learning in the Aegean Continental Common Language as he guffawed.

  In the eyes of the mercenaries, this guy was no different from a devil crawling out of the local area.

  After all the short axes were smashed, the hippos plunged into the bloody water again, leaving only huge ripples and water marks to represent their existence.

  The river's surface was like it had been shredded by the demonic meat grinder of the gods and demons' war era, with fresh blood dyeing the floating ice blocks.

  The remaining mercenaries were lucky; the hippopotamus warriors had already lost interest in them, and their next targets were those lightly armoured horsemen and rangers.

  In the water and aquatic battles, and it is with the most ferocious hippopotamus among the Bimon beastmen. Who can imagine what the outcome of this battle would be? The mercenaries were deprived of even the right to counterattack in the Battle of the Death Staircase.

  This is no longer a war of position.

  The fairy dragon Daisy tilted her head and stopped looking at the river surface.

  Even if the Mammoth Warriors enter the water, facing the Hippopotamus Poets, they can only stretch their necks and be slaughtered. Even if the Sea Clan Warriors face the Amphibious Warriors of the River Horse in the water, how many have a chance to win?

  This is a battle without any suspense.

  There was also Count Toti who had the same idea. The count's expression at this time looked like a cramp, as if he had suffered a stroke.

  Jennifer Colonel suddenly aged a lot, kneeling on the riverbank. Painfully watching the miserable howls that kept ringing in the river water, the stones pinched between her fingers had already made her palm bleed.

  It's actually Hippopotamus Warrior! It's actually the Hippopotamus of the House Tribe! The two great mages dragged their weak bodies, muttering this name.

  The only two regular naval forces in Bimon, one is the turtle warrior of the Muddle tribe and the other is the frogman of the Zuo Dan Nu tribe. All are stationed on the southwest border of the Luori Marsh. It's possible to meet a hippopotamus warrior on the Sanggan River, which no one could have thought of. The Earl tore his neat hair and trembled all over.

  The beauty is just on the other side of the river, but this Sanggan River has become impassable.

  This battle has basically taken shape and settled down, now it's just a matter of how small the losses can be.

  The lightly equipped cavalrymen and ronin who were crossing the river in a leisurely manner, seeing that things were not going well, had already turned back and fled. They were quite clever. Scattering in all directions to escape, the clear water's surface was rapidly closing in on them. Although their cries of despair continued without end, they were still much better off than the mercenaries who had fallen into the water from the bamboo rafts and were now clustered together.

  Seven hundred cavalrymen, several hundred yards of river surface, on this death escape road, more than two hundred people disappeared forever in the deep river water. The hippopotamus warriors' seemingly clumsy and heavy bodies were agile underwater, allowing all mercenaries to remember this nightmare for a lifetime.

  After wandering between life and death, the ronin and light cavalrymen finally set foot on the beach, many of whom could not withstand this intense mental stimulation and were desperately scratching their throats and vomiting.

  Is land safe?

  Hippopotamus poets charged onto the shore with a playful expression, killing into the cavalry who had just thought they were survivors of the disaster, and that being engulfed in flames was exactly the same as this group of hippopotamuses still making a desperate charge. They were two to five times taller than any cavalry, their huge axes easily cutting open the bodies of war horses, the crowded knights and light cavalry who had just relieved their minds were completely unable to adapt to such a huge reversal, those far away quickly escaped, those close by stared blankly as the big axe swung over, one by one they fell.

  Mixed up again.

  In a brief wave of charge, the muddy beach was opened up by the hippopotamus warriors' large axes into a death passage piled with bloody flesh fragments. A back-and-forth baptism left at least dozens of poor devils to leave their souls in this foreign land.

  By the time the eight-headed, shaggy rhinoceros and the enraged female squad leader arrived with their own bodyguards to provide support, there was only a field of mangled corpses and blood on the riverbank.

  Hippopotamuses slipped away, and the river was their best hiding place.

  Two magicians chased after the gate, although there were not many left, but they also rushed over to respond to these frightened devils with a strong knight spirit. Indeed, they are worthy of being followers of magicians. Several valiant warriors had colorful aura lights on their bodies, but unfortunately, the aura couldn't let them go into the water, and they could only watch with envy.

  Looking at the vast river water, a large group of people were disheartened and powerless. Except for a few thieves who randomly shot arrows to vent their anger, the rest could only use spitting as a weapon to express their indignation. After waiting for half a day without any movement, they could only reluctantly turn around and head back to shore.

  A loud splashing sound came, the hippopotamus warriors poked their heads out of the water, all the warriors were shocked and prepared for a big battle, a wave of white flower-like axes covered the sky and smashed towards this group of majestic and dazzling warriors.

  Imagine twenty or so giant axes, each weighing over 200 pounds, being swung down with the force of five tons, which is what hippopotamuses can push in their poetry.

  Among the flashing lights, the magnificent aura of Dou Qi was connected to their masters, and they were collectively knocked down by this group of sudden flying axes. Not only that, but also in the place where the giant axe passed through, a road of blood was neatly cut open, with war horses being chopped in half by the giant axe blades, and fresh blood splashing everywhere in the air, while the reeds on the riverbank "swayed" in the rain.

  The giant axe, still unwavering in its momentum, finally chopped deep into the riverbank, causing the earth to tremble.

  The hippos quickly disappeared into the river water, as if they had never appeared at all.

  Two wizards almost fainted in the distance.

  These bandits are so cruel that they even want to keep their last weapon to kill people! These bandits then come to launch a sneak attack! The cavalry and rangers on the riverbank whipped their war horses frantically and escaped onto the river dike.

  Even if they knew this group of hippopotamuses had no more weapons than Mong did, nobody dared stand there again.

  This unconventional way of fighting has once again turned all human intelligence into a mess.

  The mercenaries who fell into the water from the bamboo raft were no longer pursued by the hippopotamus warriors and finally landed safely, and more than 30 giant sickle-handed men actually slowly walked ashore from the river water in a miraculous way.

  At first, this ordinary phalanx formation was suddenly disrupted by the giant scythe-wielding warriors who spat out a few mouthfuls of murky water and then let out an angry roar.

  The river water "gurgled" down from the gaps in their wooden armor, these heavily armed giant scythe-wielding men with eyes close to madness.

  Fairy Dragon Daisy knew that this small mistake might be the only shortcoming in this battle, which made her, who pursued perfection everywhere, a little regretful.