this infinite world

A fourth-level strongman!
The evolution of life is essentially a great leap from quantitative change to qualitative change. In this process, if the first to third stages are still a stage of accumulation, then the fourth stage is the first step of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Once one reaches the fourth level, comprehends the subtleties, and is able to perfectly control every bit of one's own strength, his combat power will increase exponentially. It is no exaggeration to say that it is earth-shaking... and at this moment, this fact is best illustrated by the Blasphemer Azog!

"Die! Die to me!"

With Azog's roar, he raged on the battlefield like a rampaging beast, taking dozens of lives with every swing of his weapon. Wherever he passed, dwarf warriors fell like straw, and no one could stop him even for a moment. In a flash, Chu Hao's proud Fenghou Eight Formation was already shaky...

Looking at the history of wars, personal bravery is often just a drop in the ocean in the grand battle. Even if Xiang Yu and Lu Bu are as strong as ten thousand enemies, they can't stand up to the torrent of thousands of troops. They may be invincible in a local battlefield, but they can never change the direction of the entire war by themselves... And this is exactly why Chu Hao was so confident before, and even dared to ask Yang Yun "Is it still worthy of your attention?"

He originally thought that with the exquisite changes in the Fenghou Eight Formations and his own perfect command art, he could make the dwarf army win at the lowest cost...

But now, what did he see?
Those elite dwarves that he had personally trained and practiced in battle formations were as fragile as paper in front of the rampaging Azog. Wherever this blasphemer passed, the remains of dwarf warriors and broken weapons flew everywhere; and the Fenghou Eight Formations that he had carefully constructed actually collapsed in the face of absolute power!
"Hold the formation! The third echelon fills in!"

Chu Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, waving the banner in his hand, and even overdrawing his magic power to cast a cheering spell to stabilize the morale of the dwarves, which was about to collapse. But all his efforts were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot... When Azog's huge axe wrapped in blood-red Dou Yuan fell, the dwarf warriors' counterattacks with all their strength were like bubbles hitting the reef waves, and they were instantly shattered!
What was even more terrifying was that as the massacre continued, the blood of the dwarves who died tragically at the hands of Azog turned into a substantial blood-colored energy, wrapping around Azog like a living being. From a distance, the blasphemer looked like he was wearing a battle armor woven with blood, and every step he took left a burning blood mark on the ground...

How can the power of human power resist the god of death?
It was Chu Hao who led this group of dwarves to win two battles to defend Blue Mountain, gained their trust in the shortest possible time, and built them into a strong army, but he was ultimately leading flesh-and-blood lives, not robots or insect swarms without emotions. When Azog slaughtered hundreds of dwarves by himself and was about to continue killing, the morale of the dwarves finally collapsed...

"Run! Run!"

"That is the blasphemer Azog! The former King Thor was killed by him!"

"Mom, I want to go home..."

If there is one deserter, there will be two. If there are two, there will be three. Not only will the orcs who were vulnerable in the Fenghou Eight Formations just now fall into panic, flee, and trample on each other, but the dwarf army that was killed by the blasphemer Azog alone will also...

And when the dwarves began to flee, no matter how the officers, whose morale was maintained by Chu Hao with magic, called out, they were unable to resist the tide of this great trend... Almost in an instant, the Fenghou Eight Formations that Chu Hao was so proud of was on the verge of collapse!

"It seems that you have no other backup plan."

The formation collapsed so quickly that Chu Hao had no time to do anything before the situation became irreversible. Facing the blasphemer Azog who was laughing loudly in the field, and the orc cavalry who were excited to chase the dwarf army, Yang Yun's voice once again rang in his ears: "Before talking about victory, talk about defeat first. Always be prepared for the worst and take all aspects into consideration. This is the style of a wise man... Well, at least that's what I do."

"So unfortunately, in my opinion, you...failed this time." Failure...

Are we going to fail again... again?

Listening to Yang Yun's evaluation without any emotion, which was simply like grading in an exam, Chu Hao clenched his fists tightly, and some blood even seeped out between his fingers.

To be fair, Chu Hao has almost touched the edge of victory this time. After all, no one expected that the blasphemer Azog would actually break through in the middle of the battle and become a fourth-level strongman. This is already a force that can completely change the situation on the battlefield. It is possible for one person to kill all the dwarves here.

Facing such an accident, even Chu Hao could hardly do anything. After all, it was simply bad luck, not his fault, but...

--No.

There is no reason, and there is no need to find some messy reasons, because failure is failure. Any reasons for failure that losers find for themselves are nothing but pale and weak excuses. Winners are kings and losers are bandits, it has always been like this.

Moreover, Chu Hao was used to failure. After all, since a long time ago, his plans would always fail due to one accident or another, but he still lived to this day and fought to this day. What he should do most now is to rise from failure and make a choice...

The choice that I am best at, just like the decision I made countless times before, choose...

"Chu Hao, what are you going to do!"

Suddenly, in front of the stunned eyes of the North Ice Continent team, Chu Hao rode away like a madman, killing everyone in the field and actively approaching the blasphemer Azog who was chasing the dwarves. Seeing his reckless behavior, Zhang Heng, who had been worried about him, suddenly shouted loudly in his mind chain.

"I'll be the bait!"

Chu Hao gritted his teeth and answered in the mind chain without looking back: "There are still dwarves resisting! If the Blasphemer Azog has not lost his mind due to the killing, then he who understands the situation on the battlefield must know that it is better to deal with the commander who made the dwarves form a formation than to hunt down those dwarves who have lost their will to fight. In other words, except for Thorin Oakenshield, who had a grudge against him for having his hand cut off..."

"I am the one he should kill the most!" (End of this chapter)