"how so!"
When Morton saw the Shadow Legion and the Divine Blood Legion collide and slaughter the charging soldiers like executioners, his face changed instantly.
"Level 7 peak! Level 7 peak! Level 8... peak! All are high level!"
Morton looked in horror at the rolling black fog that stood between the Divine Blood Legion and Warrengel, then looked down at the messenger of God below.
The messenger of God hiding in the crowd obviously did not anticipate this situation.
I thought there were just two people, but suddenly there were as many as two thousand high-level enemies!
How could the Divine Blood Army, which is generally of low level, possibly be a match for the enemy?
"Attack the fog!"
Unable to grasp Annuo's information, the messenger thought the problem was with the fog.
After hearing this, Morton immediately gave orders.
Immediately, a magic artillery bombarded the fog.
At the same time, Morton led all the high-ranking soldiers directly to the front line.
If he doesn't take action, those two thousand high-level monsters will crush the morale of the soldiers!
Morton is also a warrior, and his combat power is mainly reflected in his melee ability.
When he fell from the air to the front row where the battle was taking place, he directly pierced a seventh-level summoned shadow that was unable to dodge with his heavy sword.
Before the shadow could use [Power of the King] to self-destruct, Morton quickly swung his heavy sword and tore the shadow into pieces.
"There is indeed a problem!"
Seeing the shadow after being killed turned into several shadow remnants and disappeared before his eyes, Morton once again looked at the fog ahead.
But before he got the information, Morton didn't dare to rush in without permission.
After all, Annuo's methods were completely beyond his expectations.
If the fog turned out to be a trap, he might not be able to get out.
"No wonder he dared to stand in front of an army of 200,000!"
The messenger of God who was secretly observing from the rear was also thinking about how to break the impasse.
More than two thousand high-level enemies launched attacks on the Divine Blood Legion without fear of death.
If there is no way to contain them, the Divine Blood Legion will definitely be killed.
"It looks like Morton's people can't hold out for much longer. It looks like I have to lead some people to take action!"
As the messenger of God sent a signal magic into the air, a group of people with similar professional attire to the messenger of God immediately gathered towards him.
There are only forty of these people, but fifteen of them have magic fluctuations of the eighth level!
There are about a hundred high-level people around Morton.
Even with the forty-odd people around the messenger of God, they were still at a great disadvantage compared to the two thousand shadow troops.
However, Morton and the messenger of God are both ninth-level powerhouses!
Moreover, he is a ninth-level strongman who has mastered more than one skill.
After they took action, they slaughtered the seventh-level summoned shadows one-sidedly.
The summoned shadow, which was only at the seventh level, could not keep up with the speed of the two.
Only a few eighth-level peak summoned shadows with very strong melee capabilities, such as Buck, the Lich, and the Alien Queen, can fight a few moves with Morton and the God's Messenger.
The aftermath of the high-level battle between the two sides directly exploded the nearby Divine Blood soldiers into pieces!
On one side there are two thousand high-level monsters, and on the other side there are two hundred high-level monsters led by two ninth-level monsters.
The fluctuations of the battle frightened even the soldiers in the distant city of Warrengel, not to mention the divine blood soldiers on the battlefield.
Those who got close would experience the same scene as before, with their bodies shattered into pieces.
Even if the soldiers fighting against Shadow used all their strength, the injuries caused to Shadow, whose level was at least the peak of level seven, were minimal.
There is a shadow with a defensive skill. Once the defensive skill is activated, the low-level divine blood soldiers around it cannot even be harmed at all.
Faced with this scene, the low-ranking soldiers completely lost their will to fight, their faces filled with fear, and they retreated madly.
These soldiers were originally helping the high-ranking God Blood to hold back a lot of shadows - shadows also had to raise their hands to kill people, which took time.
As a result, as soon as these soldiers retreated, the pressure was immediately put on Morton, the messenger of God and others.
"Who dares to retreat? Supervisory Group, kill them all~!"
Morton's somewhat cracked voice rang out above the Divine Blood Legion.
The retreating soldiers were immediately ruthlessly slaughtered by a row of luxuriously equipped knights!
Going forward means death, going backward is also death!
The thought of retreating and being executed would also implicate his family and cause them to be punished.
These low-level divine blood soldiers had tears of fear in their eyes, held their weapons with trembling hands, and opened their mouths to roar to encourage themselves.
Phew!
The eighth-level earth-type mutant dragon scorpion clamped dozens of people in its pincers.
With a little force, all the trapped soldiers were broken into two.
Some people died on the spot, while others were still crawling on the ground with their intestines scattered all over the ground.
whoosh~!
The birdman Uwula spread his wings, swooped down from the air, then flattened his body and flew through a group of soldiers.
It was as if the balloon merchant accidentally loosened the rope that tied the balloon.
Densely packed heads were cut open by the wings and flew into the air!
The lich floating in the air finished chanting the spell, and a large amount of blue flames scattered from the magic circle in front of it.
When a soldier was caught by the flames, his entire body was instantly engulfed in flames. In just a few seconds, his flesh and blood were burned clean, leaving only a skeleton.
After a while, the soul fire lit up in the skeleton's pupils.
But before he could rush to the person next to him, he was blown away by the aftermath of a battle between two high-level players!
On a high-level battlefield with thousands of people, the lives of ordinary soldiers are worthless.
Dozens or hundreds of people, they are gone just like mowing the grass!
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