The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1110: The Legion's First Battle
Open the sky! ! !
The heavy sword emitting golden light slashed fiercely at the white bone square tower not far away. The powerful sword energy tore through the space and rushed towards the majestic building along with the continuous and dangerous space cracks.

However, when the sword energy and the space cracks reached a distance of 100 meters from the square tower, they stopped abruptly. A transparent maze barrier blocked these dangerous forces outside, preventing them from causing any damage to the square tower and the creatures in the tower.

Around the square tower of bones, there were three pillars of the wilderness and several legendary strongmen of the Green Fields who were attacking with all their might, but it was obviously impossible to break through this invisible barrier in a short time.

It was not until this time that the Green Tribe's legion phalanx arrived from behind. Terrence, the commander, saw that the battlefield of the strong men was dangerous. After making a big circle, the entire regiment rushed into the canyon from another entrance where there were still countless snakemen survivors. This was their battlefield.

The collapse of the cliffs continued, but compared to the initial collapse, the situation was much better. In addition, the area of ​​the canyon was quite large, and except for the area near the collapse that was buried by rocks and desert, many settlements and buildings on the other side also survived.

Countless snake people fled in panic from the land where they had lived for generations, hiding in relatively safe places, crying and trembling with familiar and unfamiliar compatriots. Before their emotions could calm down, the snake leaders who survived together began to make heart-wrenching calls again, organizing their compatriots who were still able to move and fight to pick up their weapons again, preparing to fight the powerful enemy to the death.

Some obeyed and some were puzzled. There were also some snake people who were so frightened that they simply could not hear their compatriots' earnest advice. They began to pack up the useful items around them and prepared to evacuate to a safer place and leave this hellish canyon.

When the soldiers of the Green Field Army set foot in this dangerous canyon, the snake people scattered on one side had not even been able to organize a team of more than 10,000 people, let alone build a line of defense to resist possible enemies.

Looking at the hellish scene in the canyon, Terrence the Bugbear showed no emotion. He raised his heavy sword on the ground and raised it above his head. A thunderous command came out of his mouth: "Follow me, kill!!!"

The soldiers of the Death Scythe Legion, who still maintained a complete array of sharp arrows during the forced march, received orders and moved more swiftly and vigorously.

puff! !

Poof! ! !

The snakemen who were sitting down or injured and unable to move along the way were ruthlessly crushed by this iron cavalry. The cold blade of the sword ended their lives, which was actually another form of mercy at this time.

Fortunately, the collapsed buildings and rocks in the canyon caused the Green Army's soldiers to move relatively slowly while maintaining their formation, giving the Snake People some time to react. Under the huge threat, they finally united, and the first large-scale team of 10,000 people appeared in front of Terrence and his men.

"Prepare!!"

"cast!!"

Terrence's high-pitched voice rang out, and javelins shot up into the sky, like a fast-moving rain of death. They drew an arc in the sky and then whistled down, accurately piercing into the hastily assembled team on the opposite side, and immediately reaped huge results.

"Ah~~~"

"Hiss~~~~"

Painful hisses echoed throughout the canyon. Before the snake people could make any move, the goblin army in front of them suddenly grew in size. At the same time, the Berserker Legion, which had activated its rage skill, was extremely lethal.

Ding! Ding! Ping! Pang!

No one can be a match for the soldiers of this legion. Even if there are elite warriors with good skills or teams with good cooperation in the snake people's team, they can't pose any threat to this army that is like a tidal wave.

A high-level snake sword dancer danced with both blades flying, creating a sword curtain in front of him. He blocked the heavy sword attack in front of him while stepping back to relieve the force from the heavy sword.

The seemingly impenetrable sword screen blocked two or three consecutive heavy sword slashes. At the same time, his arms that were swinging the double-edged swords also became sore because of the huge force of the heavy swords. If he moved a little slower, a heavy sword would pierce through the gap between his double-edged swords, forcing the snake man to clamp his arms and form an "X" shape to block the heavy sword. At this moment, another heavy sword came from the left. The snake man was quick-witted and swift, and his snake body swung on the soft sand and stones, avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth. Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, a heavy sword with a black shadow fell from the sky and split the snake man in half.

The splattering blood dyed the armor of the surrounding goblin warriors red, but it could not affect their cold murderous intent in the slightest. No one looked at the dead snake man again. Even his pair of obviously priceless magic swords were trampled into the sand like garbage by the heavy footsteps of the goblin warriors passing by behind him.

A high-level snakeman warrior was extremely confident in his own strength. The broad-bladed battle axe in his hand was heavier than the heavy sword of the goblin opposite him just by looking at its shape. He held it with both arms and danced it in the air, sweeping it fiercely towards the goblins in front of him.

Ding! Ding! The target Goblin Warrior activated his Fury skill, but he was only at the middle level and was far behind his opponent in terms of strength. After blocking the axe attack with his heavy sword, he was suppressed by the force and retreated a few points. However, his companion came to his aid in time and slashed the axe's broad blade with his sword. Together, they resisted the opponent's attack.

The snake man felt slightly pleased with himself, and was about to put away his axe and turn around to fight again, but he didn't expect that two more swords would hit the axe heavily. The heavy force forced the snake man to stagger and slide backwards.

It was difficult for him to gain a foothold after this retreat. Two or three heavy swords formed one wave of attacks after another, slashing, chopping or stabbing at the front of his body. The snake men were exhausted from dealing with the attacks, but even though they were individually strong, they could not defeat four, five, six, seven or eight hands. The last one was exhausted and the battle axe that was used as a shield was knocked away, and a heavy sword pierced his chest.

A snake-man assassin lurks in the shadow plane, transforming into a venomous snake in search of suitable prey. The miserable cries of his dying tribe members continue to reach his ears, adding nutrients to the raging fire of hatred in his heart, transforming him into a messenger of revenge crawling out of hell.

The long wait and effort finally paid off. The Great Wall of Steel revealed a flaw in the fierce fighting, and a spellcaster wearing a robe and concentrating on chanting spells, who was guarding the core of the team at the rear, appeared, leaving a one-meter-wide space around him unguarded.

A cold light flashed in the snake-man assassin's eyes, and the shadow jump was immediately activated. The figure immediately teleported through the shadow plane into the darkness behind the caster, and a pair of daggers stabbed directly at the opponent's neck and heart.

Ding! !

Ding! ! !
Several lightning shields flashing white light emerged from nothingness and blocked the snakeman assassin's attack in time. The snakeman let out a sharp roar, and with his arms vibrating, he stabbed out more than a dozen swords in an instant, directly breaking the troublesome magic shield.

Clearing the obstacles in front of him, the snake man twisted his waist and coiled up, seizing the last chance to stab the poisoned daggers at the spellcaster in front of him.

Ding! !

clang! ! !
Unfortunately, the enemy did not give him this opportunity. The legionnaires who had indeed encountered some problems when they first arrived on the battlefield immediately discovered the enemy. The nearest soldier rushed over head-on, pushed his fellow spellcaster away and took his place. He used a heavy sword to turn into a shield to directly block the two poisonous stingers.

Whoops! !
call! !

Heavy swords were slashing down from all sides at the same time, blocking the space for the assassin who was alone in the team to move. Also, a magical device on the caster's body was shining, and a gray-white ray shot directly at the assassin not far away.

After the snake man failed in his attack, he was about to retreat. He transformed himself into a ghost and moved out in the cramped space. Seeing that he could not escape, he prepared to activate the shadow jump again to retreat.

puff!
The gray-white ray hit the tip of the snake man's tail before he completed his shadow jump. His body, which had already escaped into the shadow plane, was suddenly ejected. Before the snake man could react again, several heavy swords cut him into pieces.

The corpses and spoils were scattered on the ground, and were then submerged by countless pairs of heavy and powerful thighs, turning into another source of nutrients in the canyon.

In the fierce battle, except for the Berserker Corps mixed with a small number of spellcasters and knights, the Death Scythe soldiers still maintained high mobility and were unable to stop the stranglehold of the Legion's Arrow Division led by Terrence, so the speed of this legion could not be slowed down.

When the soldiers fighting in the front row are about to fall into a weak state when their rage skill is coming to an end, or when someone is injured or has consumed too much energy, a comrade in the back row will fill in in time and let the teammate retreat to the rear for some adjustments, while they will quickly activate rage and charge forward to clear all obstacles.

The knights sitting in the center maintained a domain force covering a radius of dozens of meters around them, and together with their fellow knights in other positions, they connected the vast majority of the berserkers in the entire legion. The huge amount of energy flowed through the legion with them as the hub, providing a continuous source of energy for the powerful explosive impact of the forwards, while also helping them share the damage they suffered in the fight.

The spellcasting team further behind continuously cast various blessing magics, and at the same time, green and milky white healing divine lights fell on the players who had just retreated from the vanguard, speeding up the healing of their injuries and recovery of their strength.

The entire legion was like a precision machine that worked in unison, advancing continuously through the narrow canyon area, ruthlessly slaughtering any snake-man survivors who dared to appear before them: no matter if they were old men, women, children, or a powerful legend...

More than ten thousand Death Scythe Legion soldiers penetrated from the middle of the canyon into the depths, until they broke out from the other end of the canyon. The fighting power of hundreds of thousands of snake-men survivors along the way was like chickens and dogs in front of them. Some of them became dead souls under their swords, while others cried and screamed, losing their will and courage and ran for their lives into the depths of the desert.

“Everyone has it!!”

"Turn around! Fight back!!!"

Terrence was covered in blood, with dried blood stains and fresh blood intertwining, like a god of death, and he issued another cold order.