Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 601: At the top, moths fly into the flames

Therefore, the wisest thing to do at this moment is to temporarily evacuate the battlefield, and then use long-range magic to block the suicidal charge of these Zerg warriors.

"withdraw!"

"If you don't want to die, retreat immediately!"

All the soldiers quickly left the frontal battlefield as clear shouts were heard. This left a huge gap for the mage behind.

When the Zerg desperately wanted to follow up, the mage behind finally did not hesitate at all.

I saw these mages taking out spells from their space belts without hesitation and quickly attached them to their bodies.

"Swift Talisman!"

"Steel Talisman!"

……

Various states are constantly blessed on these mages.

These mages have been waiting for this moment in the recent meeting, and they have always been in the most perfect state. With these additional blessings, everyone's strength has reached its peak.

"Forbidden technique, lava area!"

On the frontal battlefield, red traces suddenly appeared on the land within a thousand feet.

Then the ground began to expand continuously, and there seemed to be water flowing under the red traces.

Boom~
  After a violent roar, the entire ground began to spew out a hundred-foot-high fiery red magma.

"Forbidden technique! Rain of spiritual energy!"

A large forbidden technique was cast again, and a large cloud appeared on the thousands of feet of lava.

Then the color of these clouds began to change continuously.

The red flame breath, the cyan life breath, the blue water element breath, the energy breath of various elements are constantly expanding in it, and the volume of the clouds and mist begins to grow continuously.

sigh~
  All the clouds and mist turned into rain and fell downwards. The fiery red magma quickly grew by three points after being moistened by rain.

The color of the magma also began to slowly approach crimson, and its lethality became even more terrifying.

"Hiss..."

The screams of the Zerg began to resound across the battlefield, and the Zerg warriors turned into flying ashes and disappeared from the sight of the humans.

But the Zerg behind did not pay any attention at all, and continued to fly into the flames.

In the cognition of the Zerg, there has never been such a word as greed for life and fear of death.

"The show is about to begin."

A human warrior wearing a purple mage running for a long time showed a hint of excitement.

The dazzling light on the huge staff in this mage's hand kept flashing, and it was obvious that he was fully prepared.

This mage already knew exactly what the Zerg would do next.

Every time this time comes, the Zerg soldiers will act like crazy, not caring at all how many members they will sacrifice.

As long as they can harm human soldiers, then their goal has been achieved.

"Damn Zerg, they never remember well every time. Do you have to die millions to be able to remember?"

A human mage said with great hatred.

He has seen a lot of war scenes like this, and every time there are always countless casualties, whether from the Zerg or the human race.

"These Zerg races don't have the emotions of our human race. They have long been indifferent to life and death."

"They desperately want to exchange for the name of the human race, but they don't know that they are sending us a steady stream of resources at the same time."

Each Zerg always has very prominent and specific parts on its body. These parts can always be recycled by humans and then used in various fields, playing very important roles.

(End of this chapter)