Eight Hundred and Seventy-Nine Is Too Bullying

The white-robed man who rushed over paused, and then was enveloped by dense firepower.

The battle in front of him was not a surprise attack by the white-robed man, so the attack of the white-robed man before, as if entering no one's land, did not appear again.

This place is the preset battlefield of the Alan Hill Empire, and the most elite combat power on the front line of the Alan Hill Empire is also concentrated here.

If such a siege can finally make the white-robed god servants escape, then the myth of the invincibility of the Alan Hill Empire is really a bragging.

"Boom!" A white-robed god servant was finally overwhelmed, and died under the siege of many heavy armored grenadiers from the Alan Hill Empire. Unable to control the restless magic within him, he eventually exploded into flames.

Beside the flames, two senior magicians of Ellanhill in black robes passed by quickly. The two of them flanked a flustered white-robed servant from left to right, forcing the opponent back frequently.

In this battle to encircle and suppress the servants of the gods, the magicians of Alan Hill showed great enthusiasm as if they had beaten chicken blood.

They have just been questioned because of the faint tricks of the Norma Empire and the Eternal Empire, and they know that they have been shrouded in a crisis of trust. Therefore, they believe that they should seize every opportunity to prove their loyalty.

Of course, proving loyalty is only a small part, and the magicians of Alan Hill are also proving that they are "useful"! They deeply know that if they can't prove their existence value, then the status of magician will be banned by the Alan Hill Empire sooner or later!

Therefore, these magicians rushed to the battlefield non-stop after they learned that the servants of the gods had appeared on the front line, and participated in such a large-scale encirclement and suppression of the servants of the gods.

In this siege, the magicians of Alan Hill tried their best and proved their bravery and loyalty.

Two magicians pinched the poor servant of God from left to right, and finally one of them split the long sword protecting him, while the other seized the opportunity and caused fatal damage to the other party.

The two of them backed away quickly, looking at the white-robed god servant who had begun to swell and deform in front of them, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

The opponent was not easy to deal with, and it took a lot of time for the two great magisters to barely find a chance to succeed with one blow. If the other party hadn't been seriously injured, maybe the two of them would have to work harder.

On the other side, the white-robed god servant who was blocked by the heavy armored grenadiers was intercepted again. He protected his figure with a long sword, stood up staggeringly, and faced the seven or eight heavy armored grenadiers in front of him.

He knew that the armor worn by these Elland Hill soldiers in front of him was weird, but at this time, he didn't have time to study what these dangerous enemies were wearing.

The God Servant adjusted his state, then waved his arm, and condensed into a huge magic circle in front of him. He shouted a fireball technique, and instantly ejected a large number of fireballs from the magic circle.

The heavy armored grenadiers of Alan Hill did not dare to be careless, and immediately condensed a magical defensive barrier in front of them. For a moment, the fireball hit the magic defense barrier, making loud bangs.

With the cover of the fireball technique, the servant of the god changed direction, found a position with fewer enemies, and rushed over at his fastest speed.

Now he is afraid to fight, because he knows that if he delays for a while, the encirclement of Alan Hill will only shrink even tighter.

At that time, I, who had run out of ammunition and food, would definitely not be able to break out of the siege.

Therefore, this may be his only chance right now. As long as he gets rid of these powerful roadblockers, he can escape from birth, get into the dense forest, quickly get rid of the pursuit, and gain precious rest time.

As long as he was allowed to rest for a while, he would be able to recover his vitality, and he would be more confident whether to flee thousands of miles away or come back for revenge.

Thought of here,

After he turned, his speed increased a bit. This is already his fastest speed, and the dense forest in front of him is getting closer and closer.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, a long sword flew towards him from the side. He swung his long sword and slashed at it, but he didn't let the long sword waver at all.

The helpless white-robed god servant could only stop his footsteps, avoiding the long sword blocking the way, and then missed the opportunity to rush into the dense forest in one breath.

A figure fell suddenly, and the frontline commander of the elves, General Falai of Alan Hill, stopped the path of the poor servant of God, and pulled out his sword from the ground.

"Want to leave? How can it be so easy?" Farley sneered, and the long sword was instantly entwined with lightning, making a crackling sound.

With a loud shout, Fa Lai swung his sword forward, with an indomitable momentum, forcing the man in white robe to retreat back non-stop.

After the white-robed man used magic to hold Farley's sword, he suddenly found himself back in the encirclement circle, surrounded by heavy armored grenadiers.

What was even more frightening was that he found that those war machines with stronger fighting power, the huge puppets, had also caught up.

These huge guys are not bulky, and are even lighter than many normal people.

"Lightning technique!" The impatient white-robed god servant launched another attack. He knew that the elf in front of him was very powerful and he was not an opponent, but in order to break through, he decided to deal with the most difficult opponent first!

If he rashly left his side to such an enemy, he was afraid that the opponent would attack from the side again, and he might not be able to avoid that fatal sword again.

He didn't dare to fly into the sky, because just now, the two white-robed god servants had just flew into the sky, and they were smashed into a sieve by Alan Hill's anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft missiles.

The sky here does not belong to the servants of the gods, nor does it belong to the demons! It belongs to the Arranhill fighters with the golden eagle emblem printed on them, and the Arranhill magicians who wear black robes with golden eagles embroidered on their backs!

With no way out, he just took a step forward when he saw a "puppet golem" spraying flames from behind, slowly landing behind Farley, blocking this seemingly weakest direction.

"..." He swears to the sky, he really didn't expect that the "puppet golem" with a huge figure, quick movements and strong fighting power can fly!

"Too...fucking bullying!" He wanted to smash the long sword in his hand at the white-robed god servant at his feet, and cursed in his heart.

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