Grandmaster of Heroes

Nearly three hundred meters from the stone tomb, Prattland Black Sword looked at the dull and shiny overlapping figure at the exit of the tomb, and his heart was like ice.

explosion.

A large-scale explosion without any signs.

He has never seen such a play without cost, and has never seen a person carrying so many explosives.

Let's just count the Devil's Flask carried by the other party.

For a price of more than 200,000 yuan, there is still a price but no market.

In less than a minute, the opponent's hand threw out nearly thirty.

Explosive potions of more than six million gold coins were just thrown out.

The branches are all the effects of top-level potions, which is equivalent to the nearly thirty chaotic wizards in the group attack magic attack on their army.

No one responded. It seemed that this area could explode for hundreds of meters, and there was no escape.

No one can ignore this level of injury.

Even the knight in heavy armor is now lying on the ground and howling.

The corpse flew around with stumps, almost all the low-ranking servants were killed, and most of the deaths and injuries of the pikemen were left.

The proud Crusaders lost more than half, and the Silver Armored Crusader, which was formed by a hundred people, had fewer than fifty people left, most of them with injuries of varying degrees.

The 40-member Cavaliers are the most distressed to Pratland Black Sword. These people are true knights with a feather, at least a level of three Ling. If you sprint on the plain, it is difficult to have opponents who can resist. .

At this moment, most of these knights have been dismounted, and even people lie on the ground with their horses. The heavy armor they can withstand most of the damage, but they will also bring countless troubles after being dismounted.

If the Cavaliers still have a chance to redeem, then the priest and monk regiments moving forward to release the exorcism have no chance of surviving.

No priest or monk would wear thick heavy armor. They were wearing ordinary cloth robes and had almost no protection. They were just punctured by shrapnel and killed their lives.

The only thing that remains basically intact is the team of archers who shoot from a distance.

"Why did he have so many devil fire bottles, and where did this person come from."

"Is the Kingdom of Casa controlled in secret."

"It's impossible, it's impossible, it must be the kingdom of Casa backing, Maduro, do you say it?"

Pratlan Black Sword grabbed the knight's wrist, his face twisted, and his eyes flashed with anger and madness.

"You make it clear, what is the origin of the Archmage you want to deal with above, and only the top of them can take out so many top devil flame bottles?"

From the moment the lunatic asylum kingdom was established, Pratlan Blacksword knew that one day he would eventually encounter the gnawed nails, but he didn't expect that this day would come so fast.

The Silver Legion, which has been hard-worked for more than ten years, was directly destroyed by the Devil Fire Bottle.

These carefully selected soldiers can kill people without concern, not only have strength, but also have a strong ability to withstand pressure, which is a weapon for him to control the kingdom of the lunatic asylum.

If you want to return to this kind of organization, you don’t know how much time and money it will take.

He can't bear this price, and he can never have such a long time to recover, no one will give him a chance.

The most terrifying thing is the disappointment of the upper class, and he chose a new man to replace the old man.

The king's position may not be guaranteed.

"Your Majesty, go gamble on the battlefield and sometimes lose, right?"

Maduro looked at the king with a hint of madness. He could not accept this result. The door of the tomb was just switched from a barbarian to this guy with a shield of heaven. Other people, they even even No shadows were seen.

"I'm not betting, you didn't make it clear where those people came from." Pratlan Black Sword gritted her teeth. "In addition to the apostate sage, there are people who have a big way. Why don't you make it clear, You are harming me, harming me..."

Pratland Black Sword's voice with a trace of resentment made Xu Zhi, who was far from the top of the stone tomb, hear clearly.

"If the news leaks, you will die. Are you sure you want to know?"

Maduro whispered, his words shivered Pratland Black Sword, and the madness in his eyes seemed to be reduced a lot.

"Even I will be in trouble. I have to go back to China to avoid the wind. So, are you clear, my honorable Majesty?"

"Clear."

Pratland Black Sword pressed the ridiculous tiger helmet down, and the figure appeared a little silent.

"They must have run out of potions, rush, all give me rush, regardless of the cost, kill everyone in the tomb."

Just a moment, he roared, and his long sword qiang pulled out.

"When the arrow is over, drop the longbow in your hand and pick up your companion's spear and sword, the escaper, the retreater, and die."

Waving his long sword, Pratland Black Sword bet this time on all his elite legions.

Looking at the corps dispatched by all members, Pratlan Blacksword turned to Maduro.

"My Excellency Maduro, I will tell you..."

"what?"

The sound is noisy on the battlefield, and Pratland Black Sword murmurs the corner of the mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sound is getting lower, the big knight just wanted to gather his ears to hear a little more clearly, and then a long sword pierced and penetrated The gap between his heavy armor was inserted directly into the neck.

"you……"

The blood foam in Maduro's mouth continued to flow, and his eyes were full of unbelievable eyes. His finger pointed to Pratland Black Sword, and he seemed to want an answer from the other person's mouth.

"Now without the backing of the Knights, you dare to threaten me. They are the dogs of the Xia Nong Kingdom. How much more expensive are you than me?"

Pratland Black Sword pressed Maduro's arm with his left hand. The big knight did not even pull out his sword. He stared at Pratland Black Sword.

"I am not willing, hey, I am also very unwilling, but everything is forced by you, forcing me to do this, forcing me to do that, and stuffing me with any black work..."

"Mad dog, you will...not... die."

Maduro's voice was intermittent, and as the long sword of Pratland Black Sword stirred in his neck, his eyes bulged, and the last trace of energy disappeared without a trace, his body paralyzed.

"Not to die, hehe."

Pratlan Black Sword kicked Maduro's body with a kick, and said coldly: "The dead person is not qualified to say this. I can live well as a king. At least, it will be better than you. It’s better to die now."

Looking at the sergeant who was constantly rushing towards the stone tomb, there was occasional explosions, and there was no mercy in his eyes.

There were other plans in my heart, and the elite troops of the Silver Legion in front of him became worthless in his eyes.

He is a piece of Xia Nong, and these people in front of him are also his pieces.

When not needed, the chess pieces naturally become abandoned pieces.

Even if it is only used to consume the other's demon bottle, it is worth it.