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  The mercenaries who had narrowly escaped death gathered around the heavily armed giant scythe, their ferocious expressions resurfacing on their faces, unexpectedly due to a series of misunderstandings.

  Many mercenaries had lost their weapons and now drew daggers from their boots.

  The triple-iron-tower shields of the heavily armed scythe hands were also discarded, but the scythes were tied with iron chains and the handles were linked to the iron armor. Now all these giant scythes are tightly grasped in the hands of the Pompeii giants.

  "Three hundred men! We still have three hundred men!" a mercenary wearing the insignia of a company commander yelled with joy.

  Looking at the opponent with only two or three hundred people, all of whom are short and stout goblins and hedgehog people, porcupine people, not a single beauty ran away, the mercenaries indeed had reason to give themselves a happy excuse.

  Under the leadership of several lucky surviving squad leaders and company commanders, the mercenaries formed a complete "V" line attack formation with the giant scythe hand as the core, and the majestic Dolores' song rang out loudly again.

  The Jade Emperor removed the illusory barrier, and the amateur battle formation that was ridiculed by the mercenaries suddenly transformed into a top-notch fierce battle formation. Between two clusters of shield formations, extending one hundred meters to the rear, were twelve mighty mammoths, three giant groundhogs, and one cave bear, forming a motley cavalry scattered array. The terrifying beasts all wore golden armor, with sixteen cold-eyed Olphen warriors sitting atop each one, each holding two enormous chopping knives that shone brightly.

  At the forefront, on a wind-swept banner, was a skull pig head wrapped in a halo of thorns, with a gruesome dragon head at the bottom, its two swords crossed and dripping with blood. On top, in Mongolian script, were embroidered two large characters: Xiang Army!

  It's actually Orphen Warriors again! Still heavy knights! The mercenaries immediately had someone turn their heads and jump into the cold and rapid Sanggan River.

  A brilliant light flashed, and a beautiful swan-like woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth suddenly flipped over and straddled a iron cross beast that appeared out of thin air, its flame-like tail sweeping wildly. A cluster of silver aura burst forth in radiance.

  Some mercenaries fainted, and more lost control of their bladders.

  A towering bear-like man suddenly stood up from among the gnomes, his iron-tower physique resembling a majestic mountain standing upright. Following closely behind him was a gigantic tree otter with terrifying fangs and twelve-inch sharp claws, even more massive than the cave bear, its body exuding violence and savagery. It was as if ferocity and barbarism had taken on a life of their own. The bear-like man mounted the giant tree otter's back, then picked up an enormous axe that could have served as a door panel and a war shield adorned with a swan emblem. A fiery red glow flashed across his body, and his muscles suddenly bulged like twisted knots. The heavily armed warriors felt their hairs standing on end.

  The two knights' linen badges on their helmets had already revealed their identities. Such a peerless warrior, if there was still an opponent, the only opponents would be the human Holy Knights and the legendary Demon Tribe's Death Knights.

  Even if two Thorn Knights or Iron Knights came now, it would be enough to make this group of mercenaries, who are basically unarmed, collapse. But instead, there were two Silver Knights and Bronze Knights! In the Temple of Bimon, where the reputation of the Continental Knights is renowned, the lowest rank of Thorn Knights has a quota of twenty people, Iron Knights have a quota of ten people, and Bronze Temple Knights only five people. The high-end quotas of Golden Temple Knights and Silver Temple Knights are only two people each!

  Is there a prince or princess of Mongolia? Or is it the great shaman, Wei An? The mercenaries' formation was instantly blown apart, and the mercenaries who were like waking up from a dream had only one thought left - to escape. The cavalry of Feilong quickly dispersed their formation, starting to encircle and charge from the sides, long knives waving, giant hooves trampling, nightmare... reenacted once again.

  The only way for the mercenaries with only daggers to resist was to use their necks to withstand the cold long knives and the terrifying heavy hooves. The dagger is not enough to deal with the giant mammoth, let alone to trim the hair on its toes.

  He expressed his admiration for this brave warrior in the ancient ritual of the Mongol warriors.

  The hippos also came ashore and joined the siege of the scattered brave men, bare-handed. Whether or not they were armed made little difference to their robust physique.

  Corina drew a knife flower, and with the remaining badgers and cave bears forming her cavalry, she gazed coldly at the only heavy scythe-hand who hadn't fled.

  Corina was actually giving this world's heavy cavalry a lift, not that the heavy cavalry of this world didn't want to run. Facing a team of heavy cavalry surrounding them from front and back, with two holy knights staring at them fiercely on the side, even if they ran away, what would be the use? Standing still might still allow them to bluff their way through, but turning around would be equivalent to sending themselves to be trampled.

  The eyes of the re-equipped giant scythe-wielders grew moist.

  The earl on the other side of the river originally saw that a small unit had landed, and then saw the existence of heavy armor giant sickle hands, also secretly rejoicing with these mercenaries, but this secret joy was quickly turned into half paralysis by a series of blows.

  "Fire... fire... fire!" The Earl jumped off his warhorse, grabbed the collar of Master Ottega and pushed him around, shouting incoherently: "Elephants are afraid of fire! Use magic flames to deal with them quickly! And the Temple Knights... oh no, they won't attack on their own initiative. You must preemptively attack them, hurry up and finish them off!"

  "And you!" The earl's other hand then tightened around Master Fran's neck, shouting in a commanding tone, spitting stars of saliva all over the master's head and face.

  Two masters were almost torn apart by the Earl's frantic attack, and they quickly ordered three magic apprentices to respond to the Earl's call, gathering their strength to launch magic fireballs at the opposite bank, but the apprentices' magic was a bit clumsy, falling short of the range and landing in the Sanggan River.

  Like Bimon's sacrificial rituals, not all mages are long-range attackers. This is also a matter of strength. First-rate Bimon sacrifices, such as the brilliant and evil halos of the scepter sacrifice, can have an effective range of up to 1,500 meters. In contrast, war sacrifices only have a maximum range of 1,000 meters.

  In general, the attack range of a magician is much farther than that of a priest. Master Fran's guild title is High-level Magician, with an attack radius of about 2,000 yards, while Master Autega's guild title is Mid-level Magician, with an attack radius of about 1,500 yards. Although both masters are considered mid-to-high level among the seven levels of magicians: Magic Apprentice, Probationary Magician, Mid-level Magician, High-level Magician, Magic Guide, Magic Instructor, and Saint Magician, they were still severely damaged by the two powerful scrolls. Now it's just a matter of sighing in regret. As for their magic apprentices, their pitiful level is simply too much to ask for in this intense, high-stakes battle across the river.

  "I don't need any magic apprentices! I want you two masters to help me teach this world's scum a lesson! Give me Forbidden Spells! Give me Inferno Incineration! Give me Blazing Storms! Give me Transdimensional Teleportation! Hurry up!" The Earl grabbed the two masters' necks and shook them violently again.

  The two masters' followers have been almost completely wounded, and at this time, no one has gone to investigate the extremely rude behavior of the Earl.

  The two masters were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion, their eyes wide with bewilderment, and in their hearts, they both felt a sense of desolation and helplessness.

  The earl was also a connoisseur, and the top-notch magic he reported was all big names, but the two masters' magic had already been consumed to almost nothing. After all, no one expected that this battle would be so miserable. Although the troops were better equipped than their opponents in many ways, they didn't know why they got more and more suffocated as they fought, and more and more disorganized.

  Since the Regent of the Future has spoken, the two masters cannot help but make a gesture, propping up their weak bodies and summoning two magical flame birds through chanting, throwing them towards the opposite bank of the river.

  The Earl's hopeful expression fell flat once again, the Magic Flame Bird hadn't even reached the opposite shore when it was suddenly shot by ten water arrows that burst out of thin air, turning into a scattering of sparks and flying feathers.

  "Aquatic System Magician?" The two masters' eyes hung in the air for half a day. Two mouths opened like open city gates, and they gave each other a crazy stare.

  "It's a mermaid! Oh... my land! My ground! My god! It's a damned mermaid!" The earl swung his fists back and forth, muttering to himself like that deadbeat brother of his.

  "If our two magic are complete and flawless, how can a water system magician suppress two fire system magicians?" Master Ottega's beard trembled with rage.

  Fire magic has always been the nemesis of water magic. But today, it's a reversal of fortunes - the two fire magic masters and three apprentices are left helpless against the water magic counterattack.

  "Vermont cavalry is slaughtering my troops! Master! Quickly use the space transmission array! My batch of rhino riders can definitely withstand these Vermont cavalry! Please help me transmit 40 riders over! I beg of you, Master!" The female leader of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group, Jennifer, tearfully grabbed onto Master Fran, her shiny nose dripping down to her full and exaggerated chest. With this posture, even if Fran needed her to offer her body in exchange, she would immediately strip off her pants.

  "Teleportation? Teleporting forty cavalrymen to the other side of the river, I wouldn't even have spent a bit of magic power, that's barely doable, let alone now that my magic power is almost depleted. Commander Jennifer, do you think my spatial magic teleportation is some cheap ale from the Treehouse Tavern that can be wholesaled and retailed?!" What a coincidence, Master Fran was made to look gloomy by Commander Jennifer.

  "Keep going! Don't stop! Keep hitting me harder!" The Earl shouted at the two masters.

  "Earl, our magic is almost depleted from summoning the forbidden spell. Summoning the Flame Bird earlier was already a struggle, and forcing it again will harm our bodies." Master Fran spread his hands in frustration and shook his head.

  "This group of Bamons is too formidable." Master Autauga said with a low and extremely stern tone.

  "Nonsense!" The Earl's handsome face, pale to the point of being almost sickly, flushed with a dark red color. "I won't let you admit defeat like this! Use magic to get rid of those damned insects in the river! Use magic to blast away that damned elephant!"

  The two magicians smiled wretchedly, as magicians, they were actually controlled by the other's one punch and two kicks. They couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but they had no choice but to admit it due to the circumstances.

  "Not enough magic, huh... How about this then?" Count Toti hesitated for a moment. He rubbed his hands together and pulled out a bundle of crystal vials tied with rubber bands from his own pocket, each containing a bright red liquid that was swirling around.

  The two masters almost fought over this bundle of crystal long-necked bottles, and Master Fran used a trembling hand to open one of the corks, a strong magical fluctuation immediately poured out from the mouth of the bottle, filling the space.

  "It's the Blood Marrow, this is actually the Blood Marrow!" Ottega Master's body violently shook. A pair of eyes filled with blood vessels were written all over with a burning greed, his gaze was like that of the most starving locusts, unable to conceal the possession and **able to illuminate the darkest night sky.

  "Hurry up! Don't waste any more time!" The earl was getting impatient, as the other party was bowing to the heavily armed giant scythe wielder, and the earl still held onto that tiny glimmer of hope.

  The origin of "Blood Marrow" is not simple, this is the common name for "Vampire" in the secular world. In the Battle of Haiger, the traitor Bimon's rebellion to the human camp, the blood essence of the Valenport White Bat people, because the bat people have always been feeding on blood, and the blood of demons is their favorite. Therefore, every bat person will condense "Blood Marrow" in their bone marrow; every bat person can only extract 20 ounces of "Blood Marrow" throughout their life, and the abnormal abundance of elemental power contained in "Blood Marrow" only needs 10 ounces to instantly replenish a high-level magician's magic. The bat people have made great contributions to human magicians in resisting Bimon's sacrifice after their betrayal in the Battle of Haiger. However, after the Battle of Haiger, the bat people were also crowned with the title of "Vampire" by the religious court of San Paulo, and were almost wiped out. Currently, the remaining descendants of the bat people generally hide among ordinary humans, and it is not easy to obtain Blood Marrow.

  It's either the powerful and wealthy First Family of Dolote, or the Count who pulls out a bundle of eight bottles of blood marrow from his hand, visible at first glance. Whoever it is, they all have some hidden trump cards.

  The two masters didn't have time to consider why the earl would have such a treasure in the eyes of a wizard, and they quickly drank down a bottle of almost priceless blood marrow each.

  The magician who had recovered his magic power was terrifying. Master Fran first applied a space transmission array to the eight-headed batch of hairy rhinos and thirty light cavalrymen who had already gathered. After the silver six-pointed star flashed, this batch of elite soldiers immediately appeared on the opposite bank of the vast Sanggan River.

  After drinking another bottle of blood marrow, Master Fran swiftly cast a "weight loss spell" on Master Autga, three magical apprentices and himself. The five magicians instantly lost the traction of gravity, lightly jumping like feathers into the air above the Sanggan River. In the blink of an eye, the five proud magicians had descended onto the river's surface just one hundred meters from the northern shore.

  The masters' pride is absolutely justified, with the support of their bloodline. Now facing two magic masters, it's equivalent to being about to engage in a six-on-six battle.

  On the north bank of the Sanggan River, a brilliant light flashed by, and a small mountain-like Komodo war beast raised its head to crush a large area of reeds, angrily roaring out a shocking roar, with electric sparks moving on its "T"-shaped single horn.

  In comparison, another Velociraptor appearing at the same time looks much clumsier.

  Two beauties were not weak at all, one drummed the cowhide war drum and the other rang the triangle bell.

  It's not that "weight loss" has offset the gravity, but the two masters are afraid of falling into the icy Sanggan River.

  It's not that I didn't know these two beautiful women were priestesses, but rather I never thought they would be the two dragon priestesses.

  "It is I." said Master Autauga.