"Victory, victory, victory..."
Anka's lips moved and he murmured the word victory. He seemed to be trying his best to speak, but he still conveyed his most firm belief.
That is to win, kill the ogre priest, and never let the brothers' sacrifices be in vain.
There was also a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it looked so terrifying and ferocious amidst the blood on his head. Even the ogre priest felt his extremely strong killing intent, and showed that There was a trace of fear, followed by anger, and he immediately increased the power in his hands.
But Anka's eyes were so determined, blood had filled his eyes, and his vision had become blood red, as if the whole world had become a sea of blood.
This may be the color of death, he thought, so let's end it in this color. For the sake of the brothers, and even more for the lord, he and they would not hesitate to die.
He was vomiting blood in large mouths. The broken ribs in his chest could no longer protect his internal organs. He was even more severely injured by the fierce grip of the ogre priest. His internal organs continued to bleed, making him lose his ability. own life.
But his strong will made him generate a force, and the spear in his hand suddenly exerted force, concentrating all his strength, and directly penetrated the head of the ogre priest.
Even though the ogre priest has powerful power, after being penetrated through the head, his life began to flow crazily in an instant.
Its eyes were wide open, scarlet and filled with blood. Its breathing was heavy, as if all its strength was taken away by Anka's blow.
But at this time, the ogre priest Ika has been occupied by anger. It no longer cares whether Anka will kill itself. It must kill Anka. The power it holds in its hands is constantly increasing. Strengthen, and squeeze Anka to death with all your strength.
Because of this distraction, the skull scepter controlled behind him gradually lost control. The red mist no longer filled the air, and the faces of those hideous and roaring monsters had also retreated into the scepter.
However, even so, the losses of the barbarian warriors were extremely heavy. Originally there were only tens of thousands of warriors left, but at this time, there were less than 20,000, and the entire legion was almost wiped out.
At this time, they were exhausted and didn't have much strength left. However, after seeing the ogre sacrifice, the endless anger and the persistence of completing the mission continued to drive them to action.
They helped each other to get up with difficulty, grabbed their last spear or short spear, or simply walked towards the ogre sacrifice with bare hands.
The 20,000 barbarian light infantry were already scarred and fragile, as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind. Although the previous attacks of the ogre priests did not directly affect them for the time being, the red mist was also swallowing them up bit by bit. The power emanating from their souls sucks the essence of their life and projects death upon them.
One step, two steps, three steps...
During this process, barbarian warriors continued to fall. Some of them could still crawl forward, but some could no longer get up.
It's not that the ogre priest Ika didn't notice the situation behind him, but all his anger at this time has been focused on Anka, and he must strangle this damn bitch who sneaked up on him.
Even if it costs his own life, he will not hesitate.
But just as its arm was exerting force, Anka pulled out a short spear from his waist, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it fiercely through one of the eyeballs of the ogre priest Ika.
The short spear was wrapped with a very thin strip of cloth, but it was wet. It seemed to be stained with some strange things, and it exuded a dangerous aura.
The moment the short spear pierced the eye socket of the ogre priest, it immediately let out a roar of pain. The pain seemed to be even more terrible than being pierced by the spear before.
Because its eyes exploded in an instant, and at the same time, the entire brain seemed to be melting, and a terrible stench had erupted from between its eyes.
Rushing out, blood mixed with brain matter, along with dissolved body tissues, and became as transparent as water the moment it left the body.
"Haha, haha, ha...ahem...haha..."
Anka smiled painfully, but very happily. This was a "gift" he specially prepared for the ogre priest. He knew that killing this monster was not an easy task, so he thought of those magics from the beginning. Master's potion.
After countless disguises and serious injuries, in this desperate situation, he finally sent the cloth covered with medicine into the opponent's head with a short spear.
As long as the opponent's head is melted, he doesn't believe that this damn monster can still survive.
Even if the heart is not entirely its weakness, how can a fly without a head persist in growing another one! ?
This is indeed the case. In front of the potion that dissolves the corpse, the ogre priest cannot stop it at all, but when it is about to die, its madness and rage are fully displayed.
The strength in his hands began to increase crazily, and he had to crush this damn bastard to death before he died, otherwise, even if he died, he would not be able to rest in peace.
Anka silently endured the manipulations of the ogre priest. He had no regrets. As long as he could kill this damn ogre, his own life didn't matter.
It's just that he can no longer serve the Lord. If there is a next life, he will still be the Lord's slave.
His eyes have gradually lost the vision ahead, and breathing has become more and more difficult. He can no longer even breathe violently, and the ogre priest's hand is holding tighter.
However, just when Anka was about to close his eyes for the last time, he saw the remaining brothers of the barbarian light infantry legion, already limping with difficulty to the surroundings of the ogre sacrifice.
They used the long and short spears and daggers in their hands, and even attacked the ogre priests with their bare hands. He was very happy. There were still some brothers alive. This was enough. He did not let them down, at least he killed the ogres. Even the demon priest himself is going to die.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, his vision fell directly into darkness, and he could no longer see anything else. His body became colder and colder, and he became less and less able to feel anything.
It wasn't until an unknown amount of time later that he felt himself fall heavily to the ground. His brain had become so slow due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen that he could hardly think.
But at this time, he still thought that maybe the ogre was dead and he fell to the ground, so everything he did was worth it.
And while he was waiting for his death, he felt some moisture in his throat. It was not blood, but water. A cool feeling appeared, and then there was a bitter slight movement. His nose could hardly detect the smell anymore, but the medicinal aroma was still very clear.
Could it be that someone was giving him medicine? But at this time, the entire battlefield was in such chaos, and no one could take care of him! ?
He didn't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes with difficulty. All he saw were brothers from his own legion, including barbarians, dwarves, elves, and brothers from other races. However, all of them had already Not much left.
"This is……"
He murmured extremely weakly, trying to say something louder, but all he could do was buzz like a mosquito.
However, someone still understood what he meant, and soon someone told him that the ogre priest was already dead and had no room to resist in front of the magician's potion to dispose of the body.
It was completely transformed. Although in this process, its final madness still caused heavy losses to the surrounding barbarian warriors who fought with it, it also completely took away its last bit of strength to resist. .
That is to say, within half an hour after the ogre priests were killed, the attacks of those monsters became messy and lackluster. After another half hour, they could almost be described as being dispersed, although There are still many on the battlefield, but it is no longer possible to form an effective confrontation and carry out a large-scale offensive and installation.
The legion led by Ka.
Although they suffered heavy losses and now have less than two million people left, they survived.
Anka was very happy that one of his brothers survived, but he was also very sad. So many brothers died in the war. This was all his responsibility. If it hadn't been for him...
Unfortunately, there were not so many what-ifs. It was already midnight, and the battle that lasted for two days and two nights could be considered to have truly come to an end here.
There are still some monsters wandering here and attacking the legion led by Anka, but they are destined to be moths flying into the flames, never to return.
The entire legion was organizing rescue operations for the wounded and searching for the bodies of brothers who had died in battle.
It's just that it's difficult to find the wounded, and some brothers are too seriously injured and may not be able to be rescued, but they must be treated with all their strength.
However, it is not certain that the bodies of those brothers who died in the battle can be recovered. In the crazy battle, they may have been torn to pieces or even have no bones left. Some may even have been stolen as food by those damn monsters. gone.
But now they are unable to find those monsters and snatch back the bodies of their fallen brothers.
Too much helplessness appeared in this battle, but as soldiers, they were destined not to have such a thing as tears. They could bleed, but they absolutely could not shed tears.
Scattered monsters will always appear on the battlefield. In fact, they may not be attacking the legion led by Anka. It is more likely that they are just targeting the people who died here. Of course, maybe not just people. , as long as it is a corpse, in their eyes, it is food that can enter their belly, whether the corpse belongs to the enemy or one of their own race.
In the eyes of these out-of-control monsters, food is what they want most. As for those who kill their own kind, or those who kill ogre priests, they don't care at all.
Their level of intelligence is not high. Although they have a legacy of hatred, they cannot muster the courage to approach such a huge legion alone.
So, now they are just brave enough to look for some opportunities on the battlefield to get some things that can fill their stomachs. As for the rest, go to hell, it has nothing to do with them. Anyway, no matter who is The owners of this land are having a hard time.
But now, those people are not making it easy for them.
Elf archers will never show mercy to these monsters that appear on the battlefield and look for corpses everywhere.
These damn things, whether they touch the corpses of monsters or the corpses of their comrades, are intolerable. Only by killing all the monsters that desecrate the corpses, especially the corpses of their comrades, can they feel at ease.
