"Haha … Here comes a big guy!" Harley let out a strange laugh. Omar's body was much bigger than the average orc warrior, and he was also riding a unique gale wolf. Harley could tell at a glance that he was a leader. As a hero, of course he had to fight the enemy's leader. That was why he did not hesitate to give up on the orc warriors that were in a mess and flew straight towards Omar.
Omar's eyes flashed with a cold green light. He had shown a complex personality in his conversation with Sheerah and Ruili. He was a little smart and a little arrogant, but when he was ready to join the battle, he became a silent stone, completely different from the person who was talking just now.
The silver Gale Wolf sprinted forward like a bolt of lightning, while Omar stood motionless. Only his emerald eyes blinked occasionally, tracking Harley's flight path.
When the distance between them was less than five meters, Omar crossed his hands and pointed the giant rod in his hand forward. The head of the rod was facing the Soul-Devouring Orb that Harley had condensed.
Omar's staff was extremely fast, and Harley was shocked. He hurriedly spun faster, forcefully changing his flight path, and dodged the giant staff by a hair's breadth. He drew a curved downward arc and shot straight at Omar's chest. He had intended to turn the enemy into a one-eyed man, but the enemy's reaction and attack speed were far beyond his expectations. He had to change his target. However, the enemy's body was so big that he doubted whether he could penetrate the enemy's chest.
Omar's attack missed, but he did not panic at all. He withdrew his right hand and held the giant rod tightly with both hands, blocking the attack like a cart.
With a loud bang, the Soul-Devouring Orb hit the center of the giant rod. The iron rod, which was as thick as a calf, was bent into an inverted 'V' shape. The bent rod hit Omar's chest, making Omar groan. However, Harley was not much better. He was so dizzy that he even forgot to retreat, and was still stuck in the center of the giant rod.
Omar reached out and pulled the Soul-Devouring Orb out of the giant rod, holding it tightly in his hand.
This was a mistake in his knowledge. Omar thought that it must be a magical magical prop. Once he controlled the magical prop, the mages hiding in the dark would not be able to do anything. Who would have thought that what he was holding was a strange undead creature!
Harley finally regained consciousness and transformed back into his original form. Wisps of grayish-black smoke shot out from between Omar's fingers, condensing into a round ball and shooting into the distance.
Omar was stunned for a moment. Then, he swung his right arm forward with all his might. The curved iron rod carried a ferocious force as it struck the Soul-Devouring Orb that Harley had formed.
Ha Lei let out a shrill cry. He felt as if his soul was about to scatter from the impact. Fortunately, his strength had increased tremendously. He was barely able to control the Soul-Devouring Orb to continue flying forward.
The moment Harley was attacked, Han Jin, who was adjusting his breath, suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his head and stared into the distance, then reached out and patted Yalina's shoulder.
Perhaps she was too tired or too relaxed, but Yalina fell into a deep sleep. Han Jin patted Yalina's shoulder seven or eight times before she opened her sleepy eyes.
"There's an enemy. I'm going to check it out," Han Jin said simply. "Don't sleep. Take care of yourself." After that, Han Jin released the Earth Shrinking Spell. He disappeared from Yalina's side and reappeared hundreds of meters away.
"What's that?" Omar looked into the distance and muttered to himself.
"Raphael must be nearby. Let's go! Otherwise, it'll be too late! "Hilary screamed. The name Raphael had become a nightmare for the elves. The more they knew about him, the more they feared him. In fact, Han Jin's strength was not very strong. At least, he was far from the giant dragons in Dragon City who had mastered Dragon Language Magic. But what kind of person was the most terrifying? An enemy that could not be killed! According to common sense, that Raphael should have died many times, but he was living very well now. Furthermore, Raphael had the protection of Mother Gaia. No matter how you racked your brains and set up an inescapable net, Raphael could easily escape from the earth. Hilary knew very well that this problem was a headache for all the elders in the United Senate. They had sent the giant dragons back to Dragon City to ask for help and even agreed to some conditions that they had firmly refused before. Everything they did was for one purpose: to kill Raphael once and for all!
"Go?" Omar paused and snorted. "Hilary, you should know that every orc warrior will not shy away from a challenge!"
"You …" Hilary was tongue-tied.
Harley, who wanted to show off but was beaten badly, would not leave either. He hovered hundreds of meters away and controlled the Soul-Devouring Orb to spin rapidly. In fact, Harley's attack power was very limited. He could only exert his power with the help of the Soul-Devouring Orb. But there were few things in the world that could satisfy both sides. When he formed the Soul-Devouring Orb, he would be injured or even killed.
The Soul Devouring Orb spun faster and faster, causing the surrounding air to form a whirlwind visible to the naked eye. Once the flying snowflakes drifted within a radius of more than ten meters around the Soul Devouring Orb, they were sucked into the whirlwind and melted into water droplets as they spun rapidly. When they got close to the Soul Devouring Orb, they were thrown out by a huge force and turned into countless splashing arrows, hitting the snowy ground and splashing up snow and dust.
The thunderous sound of the wind grew louder and louder. Omar and his orc warriors could still hear it clearly from hundreds of meters away. Omar's eyes glowed green. He chuckled. "It seems that the monster still hasn't given up." Then he jumped off the Storm Wolf, threw away the curved iron rod in his hand, and stood there quietly, waiting for Harley to attack.
"Wait for your death …" Harley screamed and suddenly began to move, controlling the Soul-Devouring Orb to shoot at Omar.
The Soul-Devouring Orb was only a little bigger than a dollar, but the whirlwind it created was a few meters wide. As Harley began to move, the whirlwind became twisted and turned into a long tail. The snow and sand along the way were all swept up, creating a sharp line in the endless snow.
Omar still didn't move. He waited until Harley was close to him before he pulled out the long sword at his waist. The moment he pulled out the sword, the flames on the sword lit up the snowy ground within a radius of several hundred meters. Omar then flew forward and swung his sword at the Soul-Devouring Orb.
"Fire Dragon Sword!" Hilary was shocked, but she quickly calmed down and calculated Omar's combat power. She then waved her hand angrily. "Let's go!" After she finished speaking, she had already steered the silver pegasus and rushed into the distance. Obviously, she didn't think that Omar, who was wielding the Fire Dragon Sword, would be a match for Lord Raphael.
Behind Hilary, there was a deafening noise. Countless streams of air rolled in all directions, hitting the ground, the snow, and the sky. Omar flew out of the air turbulence, fell to the ground, and rolled back a few times. He barely managed to stabilize himself.
"Awesome! How delightful!! "Omar laughed loudly.
The Soul-Devouring Orb also flew in the opposite direction. Harley returned to his original form, but under the influence of the huge force, the skeleton formed by the grayish-black smoke was pulled out of shape. It flew back dozens of meters before it stopped moving.
"Damn it … bastard!" Harley shouted again, but his voice was hoarse. Then, a bone staff appeared in Harley's hand. He pointed forward, and a grayish-black shadow flew out of his body and towards Omar.
In the next moment, Omar was surrounded by countless shadows. In fact, those ghosts could not affect Omar at all. A true powerhouse's heart was as firm as a rock and would not be easily shaken. Harley did not expect those ghosts to kill Omar. His body collapsed inwards, turning into the Soul-Devouring Orb, and sneakily shot towards Omar while sticking close to the ground.
Omar couldn't see anything. He was surrounded by floating ghosts of all shapes and sizes, but his expression was still calm. The moment Harley got close to him, he suddenly shot into the air like a cannonball, breaking away from the ghosts and landing more than ten meters away.
"Trying to run?" Harley laughed strangely. He controlled the ghosts and the Soul-Devouring Orb, and rushed toward Omar like a tide. If Han Jin was here, the power of the Soul-Devouring Orb would be fully released. But Harley's time to learn dao techniques was too short, and he had very few tricks. He could bully others, but if he met a real expert, he would be at a disadvantage.
Omar sneered. His eyes slowly closed, and the veins on his right hand bulged. He held the fire sword tightly in his hand.
With a loud bang, the Soul-Devouring Orb was blasted out by the fire sword. Harley returned to his original form, removed the force from the Soul-Devouring Orb, and then turned back into the Soul-Devouring Orb, and shot inward. But Omar, with his eyes closed, could always accurately capture Harley's position. No matter how tricky the angle Harley chose, the Soul-Devouring Orb would be engulfed by the flames as soon as he got close.
After repeating this for seven or eight times, Harley was finally terrified. The flames on the enemy's sword were extremely powerful. Every time they collided, he would feel the pain of being roasted. Furthermore, he had not completely devoured the thousands of malicious ghosts, and his body was already showing signs of instability.
"Bastard, just you wait!" Harley screamed, and then shot back in the direction he came from. "My master will avenge me …"
Avenge … Harley's voice echoed in the snow. Omar sneered, and put the Fire Dragon Sword back into its scabbard. He waved his hand and said, "Let's continue the chase!"
The elves had already retreated, but Omar was not afraid. In his opinion, the human lord was just so-so. He had not used the beastmen's ultimate skill!
The human caravan had already fled far away, and only a few faint black dots could be seen. But the Gale Wolves were very good at running in the snow. Ordinary warhorses could not compare to the Gale Wolves, and their endurance was far inferior. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with the caravan.
"Lord Juventus, the beastmen warriors are catching up again!" a magician standing on the carriage shouted in a panicked voice.
Juventus looked back. Sure enough, the Gale Wolves were biting them again, and the distance between the two sides was quickly closing. Juventus gritted his teeth and shouted, "Quick! Quick!! "
The Chamber of Commerce of Isolated Cliff City organized another batch of magic crystal cannons. In order to show the importance of this task, they specifically asked Juventus to personally escort them, and also gathered a group of high-grade mercenaries. They were not only sending cannons, but also people. Raphael had just occupied the Holy Crown City, and had incorporated a large number of troops. He was in urgent need of talents, and of course, he had to use his trusted subordinates to control the troops. Han Jin used to be a mercenary, and since they were of the same origin, they should trust each other, or at least be considered as one of their own. Their call received a warm response from the mercenaries, because Han Jin had long become the idol of the mercenaries in Isolated Cliff City. Joining Han Jin was undoubtedly a good choice. As Han Jin's power grew, they would naturally rise as well. Perhaps they could even become lords in the future, which was much better than licking the edge of a knife. Because the number of mercenaries who responded to the call far exceeded the requirements of the Chamber of Mercenaries, after careful selection, only a hundred or so people were selected, and each of them was a powerhouse!
Juventus thought that this trip would not be dangerous. The mercenaries were strong enough and had rich experience in surviving in the wild. They were also very careful. There were specialized magicians in front and side of the team responsible for scouting, and a dozen or so warriors in the back to clean up the traces, including the footprints, ruts, and horse dung left by the team. Moreover, they did not walk on the main roads or small roads, but instead traveled through the wilderness. There was no way the elves could discover them.
It was reasonable to say that Juventus had already done very well, but something unexpected had happened. They had encountered the Beastmen. In fact, the Beastmen Warriors weren't that great. They could always hide if they didn't want to fight. The problem was the Storm Wolves. They had a terrifying sense of smell and could smell them from more than ten kilometers away. This was something they couldn't hide no matter how hard they tried.
They had been bitten since nightfall and hadn't been able to get rid of them until now. They had lost more than thirty brothers in total, and each death made Juventus' heart ache. Putting aside the brotherhood between the mercenaries, each of these high-grade mercenaries was the capital of Isolated Cliff City! Who could say that some of the mercenaries would not become generals or lords in the future?!
"Sir, we can't go on like this. They will catch up to us sooner or later!" a mercenary shouted.
"Yes, sir!" another mercenary shouted. "Let's fight them!"
"The elves have already retreated. Only the orcs are left!" a magician who was observing the pursuers with his X-Ray Eye shouted.
"Fight! Fight!! "Hearing that only the orcs were left, the mercenaries' spirits immediately rose.
"Fight! Sir! " Not only the warriors, but even the magicians were waving their magic staffs with all their might and roaring. No matter how well they cooperated, the mercenaries were never afraid of battle. In this regard, they were just as brave as the orc warriors.
"Fight!" Juventus could only feel the blood in his heart boiling as he roared. After being chased for most of the night, he had been holding back his anger for a long time, and now it finally exploded. Besides, what the mercenaries said made sense. If they kept running like this, they would be eaten up by the orc warriors sooner or later.
Although he had been the vice president of the guild for a few years, Juventus still had the spirit of a mercenary. When he said he would do it, he suddenly pulled on the reins and the horse under him reared up. Then, Juventus jumped off the horse and slapped it hard on the butt, driving it away. He then raised his sword and proudly looked into the distance.
The other warriors also jumped down, splitting into two groups. One group stood behind Juventus, and the other on both sides of the mage. Their combination of professions was a bit monotonous. If they weren't warriors, then they were mages. There was only one archer among the hundreds of high-grade mercenaries.
The reality was that helpless. Among the mercenaries of Isolated Cliff City, almost all of the high-grade archers were elves. This was because they had talent in archery that humans couldn't compare to. The various elven tribes formed a great alliance. This was the first time in hundreds of years that the elven race had celebrated. Regardless of whether they were high-grade or low-grade, all of the elven mercenaries went to Wild Willow City to serve their own race.
With different experience and status, one's attitude towards the same thing would naturally be different. If it were Majordomo Gail, he would definitely think of a way to kill the elven mercenaries who left. Every time an elf was killed, the enemy would lose a bit of strength. Not to mention, the elven mercenaries who could survive in the Forest of Magic Beasts were all outstanding. But the way the mercenaries acted was very simple and childish. Not only did they not stop their companions, they even held a farewell party. There were even some who said that they were still brothers, but in the future on the battlefield, there was no need to show mercy to each other. Life and death were up to the heavens!
Some people would think that this was ridiculous, but in the eyes of others, this was a man of honor. Even if they died at the hands of their former companions, they would have no regrets! It could only be said that human nature could never be divided into right and wrong.
The Beastman Warriors were getting closer and closer. The Gale Wolves were running with all their might, and the Beastman Warriors were swaying their bodies as they followed the Gale Wolves' charge. They brandished their shining scimitars and pointed their blades at the sky, looking like a shining metal forest.
Juventus took a deep breath and gripped his sword even tighter. Some mages raised their magic staffs, preparing to use magic to intercept the incoming tide of beastmen warriors. At that moment, a figure slowly rose from the ground under countless gazes. Because that figure was facing the beastmen warriors, Juventus and the others could only see a heavy cloak proudly fluttering in the wind and snow.
The charging beastmen warriors were like a surging tide, and that figure was like an unmoving reef. Although he seemed a bit lonely and small, he clearly gave off a lofty feeling.
Just as the figure was about to be swallowed up by the tide, a dazzling green light suddenly blossomed between heaven and earth, and a giant sword more than thirty meters long appeared out of thin air. It swept out from the left side of the figure, creating a semicircle full of flowing light.
With just one stroke, dozens of beastmen warriors, including their gale wolves, collapsed in an orderly fashion. Blood splattered everywhere, like a red ocean. Countless severed limbs flew in the air. At this moment, cruelty and magnificence merged perfectly in a merciless way.
This wasn't a battle, nor was it a massacre. It was cutting grass! Harvesting lives as if they were grass!
"Raphael!!" Juventus let out a cry of ecstasy. Although he couldn't see Han Jin's face, he recognized Han Jin's sword. On the arena in Isolated Cliff City, Han Jin's earth-shattering sword had not only subdued the slaves and Hogan, but had also subdued the hearts of countless mercenaries, including himself, Juventus.
(After reading the book review, I have to repeat myself. I won't create a tragedy. Please rest assured.)
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