Hunter starting from Hunter World

Blood!

Hot blood!

Blood containing wild and natural energy!

Allen's whole body was soaked with blood spurting from the wound, and 90% of his body skin had been severely burned. His whole body was like a cooked prawn, and his body was completely red.

But for some unknown reason, instead of being damaged by the high temperature on his body surface, his internal organs absorbed some kind of power from the blood of the Dragon Eagle God and began to mutate from within.

In just a few seconds, the burned areas no longer felt pain. Instead, they became itchy and numb, and scabs began to form, forming a thick membrane.

Inside the diaphragm, new muscle, skin, and blood vessels regenerate at an extremely rapid rate.

Obviously, the blood of Gayalai, the Dragon Eagle God, seems to be able to give people some special power.

As a person with "double cultivation of magic and martial arts", Allen could clearly feel that his control over the fire element was improving, and at the same time, a large amount of fire element energy began to accumulate inside his body and the giant sword he held tightly in his hand.

It's a pity that his eyes are now completely blocked by the scabbed eyelids. He can't see what's going on in the outside world at all. He can only use all his strength to continue to insert the giant sword deeper and let the blood flow as much as possible. Nourish your mortal body that is on the verge of collapse.

But compared to Allen, in the eyes of outsiders, this is a completely different picture.

I saw the huge incarnation of the Dragon Eagle God, leading a human being in the sky, accelerating, rotating, and diving crazily, and even releasing high-temperature flames that could melt Thorium.

But no matter how hard it struggled, the seriously injured human hanging on it showed no intention of falling off.

Just the opposite! As the giant sword penetrated deeper and deeper, the amount of bleeding also began to increase, so that the dragon and eagle god began to scream, and stumbled towards the distance, and finally fell headfirst on the ground. In the distant valley, all the surrounding forest, soil, and rocks were burned on the spot.

The dazzling fire was just like a volcanic eruption.

"teacher?!!!"

Thoradin couldn't care less about maintaining the majesty and demeanor of an imperial emperor at this time, and his face was full of tension and anxiety.

Because Allen is so important to him, so important that it is almost as important as the Arathor Empire.

After all, from the beginning of plotting to seize control of the tribe to the unification of the entire human race, almost all plans and ideas have been strictly controlled by Allen, so there has been no accident at all.

Yes!

Throughout the entire process of establishing the Arathor Empire, everything went incredibly smoothly.

Therefore, Thoradin trusted and relied on his teacher far more than anyone else.

Especially when the Amani trolls in the north have begun to become hostile to humans, such a helper with vision and wisdom is increasingly needed.

You must know that in the Arathor Empire, there are many warriors who can go out and fight the enemy with a knife, but there is only one person who has the brains to build the framework of a country from scratch and improve the laws and systems.

"Your Majesty! Calm down! Duke Allen has said more than once that he will not die that easily. Our top priority right now is to kill all these trolls! After we deal with the trolls, it will not be too late for us to go to the valley to check on the Duke's situation. "Another young officer next to him shouted to dissuade.

What a joke!

At this time, if the emperor leaves the battlefield and heads for the distant valley, it will immediately affect the stability of the military morale.

Once the morale of the military is shaken, the plan to completely annihilate the invading enemy will come to nothing.

"Oh - okay, I admit that what you said makes sense. Let's kill all the trolls in front of us first!" Thoradin quickly calmed down, while his eyes flashed with a chilling light.

Before the people around him could react, he urged the war horse under his crotch to rush out, directly knocked down a troll warrior with the shield in his hand, and then let the war horse step over the opponent's body.

The crisp sound of broken bones and the painful wail of the troll fully demonstrated the anger in the emperor's heart at this moment.

After all, Thoradin is not the kind of monarch who just sits in a chair and gives orders in the ordinary sense. He is also a powerful warrior.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen trolls fell at his feet.

When the human nobles and soldiers saw that the emperor personally joined the battle, their morale immediately exploded, and they tightened the encirclement tighter and tighter, constantly squeezing the troll's space for activities.

Even Ignaus, who was taking refuge in the cellar, rushed out of the cellar and joined in beating the drowned dog.

The trolls realized that they were bound to die today, and they collectively went into a state of rage, trying to kill as many human soldiers as possible before being killed.

Even if you can't kill them, you still have to find ways to leave some wounds on the opponent so that the next compatriot can easily kill them.

Unfortunately, this kind of fearless resistance only caused very few casualties.

On the contrary, because of their violent relationship, their brains were unable to think calmly, and then they rushed into the shield formation rashly and were strangled by tactics like a millstone of flesh and blood.

You must know that after Thoradin unified mankind, it is not that he has done nothing.

Especially regarding the construction of the army, it has never stopped.

The Royal Guards he founded is essentially a training institution for middle- and lower-level officers, with the number remaining at around a thousand people all year round.

Once a large-scale war breaks out and requires the recruitment of nobles, these guards will be dispersed to become organizers and transmitters of orders, ensuring that even the private armies of nobles can quickly integrate into the huge army.

The most important thing is that this arrangement is temporary, will not touch the bottom line of the nobles, and can greatly improve combat effectiveness, so it is basically recognized by the upper ruling class of the Arathor Empire.

Now, this system is exerting its power far beyond the times.

Shield, short sword, spear, throwing axe, hook sickle, war hammer...

The mutual cooperation between different types of soldiers made it difficult for the troll warriors to use their strength. They could only be pushed in a small area and even maintain their balance, let alone break through or counterattack.

In contrast, the human army advances and retreats in an orderly manner, constantly replacing front row soldiers, allowing everyone to rest during the fierce battle.

There is no doubt that in terms of institutions, the Arathor Empire, which is composed of humans, has been able to get rid of the Amani Empire, which is still under the tribal federation system, by countless streets.

And as time goes by, this gap will become more and more obvious.

Seeing the soldiers of the Deadwood Tribe falling into a pool of blood, the Troll Warlord's heart sank to the bottom.

Because he knew that he was finished. He had lost so completely that he didn't even have a chance to escape.

The woman in front of me who appeared out of nowhere is simply ridiculously strong. She might be killed by that incredibly fast sword in the next second.

The Troll Warlord simply couldn't understand how the human race, which was originally just a mess, suddenly unified and how could so many strong men suddenly appear?

"It's not a good habit to be distracted during a battle."

Following Arturia's slightly dissatisfied reminder, a cold light appeared out of thin air and struck hard at the chest of the troll warlord.

clang!

The warlord reacted very quickly and immediately raised his weapon to block the blow. He was forced to take several steps back before he could barely stabilize his body without falling.

Feeling the tingling from his wrist, he raised his head and asked in a very complicated tone: "When did you form an alliance with the elves?"

"Alliance with elves?"

Arturia was stunned for a moment, having no idea what the other person was talking about.

At least as far as she knew, the Arathor Empire had no intention of forming an alliance with the Northern High Elf Kingdom.

Because according to Allen, that's not in the interest of humanity.

Only when the Elf Kingdom cannot withstand the attack of the trolls and collapses and immediately lends a helping hand can the benefits be maximized.

"Don't you have an alliance? I clearly saw two high elves in the fortress." The troll warlord continued to test.

Arturia shook her head directly: "No! We have not formed an alliance with the elves, and we will not conclude any alliance in a short time. Okay, that's the end of the chat. Now I should send you on your way."

As the last word blurted out, she raised the golden sword in her hand high above her head.

The next second...

The dazzling light was released from the sword, like a small golden sun.

There is no doubt that this is the power of the Holy Light.

It can even be said that he was the first user of Holy Light energy in Azeroth, much earlier than the first generation of priests who dreamed of Naaru spreading the teachings of Holy Light.

The troll warlord also injected witchcraft energy into the weapon, hoping to offset the huge holy light energy.

Although he knew that this was an egg hitting a stone, he had no better choice.

In this way, the two weapons finally collided together, erupting with a deafening loud noise.

boom! ! ! ! !

The terrifying energy storm centered on the two people and quickly spread to the surroundings.

Everything within a radius of fifty meters has disappeared!

When the storm dissipated, the troll warlord had completely disappeared, leaving only the broken weapon falling to the ground, emitting a faint magical light.

"My Lord Duke, congratulations on killing another powerful enemy. As far as I know, all those who are qualified to become governors in the Amani Empire are strong." A knight from the Knights hurried forward to congratulate.

"No! This is not my credit, but Allen's. If he hadn't consumed so much of this guy's magic power and physical strength, I don't think winning would be as easy as it is now. You stay to clear out the remaining enemies, and I'm going to take a look. What happened to Allen? If he died accidentally, it would definitely be a big trouble. "

After saying this, Arturia ignored the shocked reaction of her men and immediately blew the whistle to summon her mount, then got on her horse and ran straight towards the flaming valley in the distance.

With the death of the warlord and the disappearance of the Dragon Eagle God, the trolls, who realized that all resistance was futile, gradually lost their sense of resistance and launched suicidal charges towards the tight phalanx in front.

Half an hour passed, and when the last troll fell, the first battle between humans and trolls finally came to an end.

Although Allen's territory was severely damaged, he finally won.

Moreover, the number of civilians and soldiers killed was not large, and overall it was a big advantage.

The next thing to do is to clean the battlefield, transport the corpses outside, dig pits and bury them to prevent a large-scale outbreak of plague.

In addition, towns that were almost destroyed by the flames also need to be rebuilt, and those who have taken refuge must also be resettled.

In short, the real challenge has just begun.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Allen.

At this moment, his whole body was covered in a large amount of the blood of the Dragon Eagle God, forming a huge egg.

As for the incarnation of the animal god, he had already fallen to death due to excessive blood loss and a violent impact from the sky.

The huge corpse was lying next to the egg.

The blood flowing from the wound continued to concentrate at Allen's feet, forming a huge blood pool.

And above and around the blood pool, there were blazing flames.

A large number of fire elements swarmed in from the alien plane, greedily enjoying the huge energy contained in the blood of the wild demigods.

Because the fire element was so concentrated, even the magma flowing deep underground in the valley began to become restless, tearing a small opening directly on the ground and erupting continuously.

"This is the power of the demigods in the wilderness of Azeroth? It's really terrifying!"

Arturia stood on a high slope, looking down at the scene in the valley, and couldn't help but sigh.

You must know that this is not the true body of the Dragon Eagle God, but an incarnation summoned by living sacrifices.

But even so, it still has the power to destroy a city easily.

If Allen hadn't successfully killed him, the human army would have suffered heavy losses, and the entire army might have been annihilated.

This just proves how miserable the outcome will be if one does not know magic in the magical world.

No hesitation!

Arturia left the war horse where it was, and climbed down from the height one step at a time, and went straight to the huge egg on the ground. She raised her hand and tapped the shell lightly, and asked in a half-joking tone: "Hey! Are you dead? If not, just say something!"

Click!

Click - click - click -

Along with a crisp sound, dense cracks like spider webs soon appeared on the surface of the egg's shell, and finally exploded with a loud bang.

A naked man emerged from inside, holding a huge sword that was burning like a flame.

Obviously, this naked man is Allen himself.

Under the influence of half of his body's blood, not only did all the injuries on his body disappear, but his skin looked unusually healthy and rosy.

Gently wave the giant sword in your hand, and it will immediately bring out a red fire.