Chapter 762 Phantom Sound, Rapid Fire and Power!

As soon as the order came out, the warriors of the Bonescutter clan immediately pulled out their weapons, without even making a basic test, they double-teamed from both sides of the high platform.

No matter how confident Ao Sha was, there were still only four of them.

This number of people can't even control their own half of the territory. When the 22 people complete the encirclement, Osha will fall into the predicament of being attacked from both sides.

As warriors who live by duels, they will never have any worries in such a life-and-death struggle. From the moment they climbed onto the high platform, they have already dedicated their lives to the three gods.

This is not only a struggle for power, but also a fight to please the gods.

Then they heard mournful and melodious singing.

Drow Silver Moon's chant instantly overwhelmed the roar of the ground fire and the roar of the black water of the Styx River.

This tune is ethereal and sweet, as if it came from the distant sky, but the loss, pain and mourning contained in it are so strong that everyone who hears it can't help but want to shed tears.

This made the footsteps of the bone-cutting warriors stop.

"No... stop!"

"What... are you doing?"

"Stop it, you are desecrating the Holy Land!"

"traitor!"

"I am going to kill you!"

The expressions of the onlookers suddenly changed drastically. Some pointed at the Bone Clan and yelled and cursed loudly, while others covered their faces and cried, as if they had encountered something extremely sad.

Thuram could hardly believe his eyes!

He saw the bone-cutting warriors turn around and kill his own people. In a blink of an eye, the observation platform was splashed with hot blood, the scimitar pierced through the intestines, and heads rolled off the platform one by one. His face was still full of astonishment. with disbelief. Paired with sad music, it seems to be describing this amazing massacre.

But only for a moment.

When he blinked again, the tragic scene in front of him disappeared without a trace, and the twenty-two warriors were still approaching, but their steps were much slower.

They had no choice but to be slow, and the tribe behind them should have been their strongest support and where their spirit was maintained. They went through life and death for the clan to win power, while the clansmen cheered for them and regarded them as heroes—unfortunately, the situation is completely reversed now. And glared at them as if they had committed some unforgivable crime.

Warriors are not afraid of powerful enemies, but they cannot ignore the reprimands of their brothers.

Could this be the power of Princess Osha?

But... how is it possible? It's not that Thuram has never seen a power that can manipulate people's hearts. For example, Kabara of the Sandstone Clan is a powerful goddess with similar abilities, but he has never heard of a goddess who can make this illusory power out of ten steps. yes! He touched the God's Stone of Retaliation hanging around his neck, and looked at the new owner, Drow Yinyue, who was standing ten steps away from the observation deck. Those who were shirtless and obviously did not wear the God's Stone Is it really because of her singing that the person who weeps bitterly?

He believed that this question also existed in the mind of the bone-cutting warrior.

For a duel, this hesitation is fatal.

Everything happens in an instant.

The moment they slowed down, Andrea took the lead.

She did not take off the shortbow on her back, but drew a feathered arrow and threw it at the duelist closest to her.

Perhaps it was affected by the off-field, or the opponent didn't hold a bow, so they lowered their vigilance. The bone-slicing warrior didn't make a block immediately. When it flew over, it was too late to avoid it.

The four feathered arrows are no less than a strong bow full of strings!

Each arrow passed under the collarbone on the right side of the target and got stuck in the bone, making the dominant hand holding the knife no longer able to use any strength, which also made the four of them completely lose their fighting ability.

A breach suddenly appeared in the encirclement.

The singing voice reverberating on the high platform suddenly changed, from the previous sad tune to a passionate and high-pitched tune, and each beat of the compact drumbeat seemed to be beating on the heart, which made people's blood boil!

Ashes' figure was like a black shadow, once again displaying her unreasonable strength - she was carrying a sledgehammer and a wooden shield, her footsteps were still flowing. Blocking with the left hand and dancing the hammer with the right, no one can block her blow. And she didn't smash people to pieces with the hammer head, but held the hammer handle horizontally, rampaging on the stage, and soon six or seven people fell down at her feet.

The bone-cutting warriors, who had an advantage in numbers, were caught in a dilemma.

Continue to disperse and surround from both wings, not to mention how to bypass Ashes to fill the gap on the other side, just this process will be overwhelmed by Andrea's projection. Even if you use a shield to block your body, you will be pierced through the soles of your feet with arrows that seem to have eyes. As for the god stone arrows shot out in a hurry, not only would they not be able to threaten the opponent, but the god stone that fell on the ground would be crushed by the iron ax acting as a guard—it was a precious thing worth dozens of golden dragons!

If the siege is lifted, their advantage of being in large numbers will be completely lost.

"Everyone, come closer to me!"

Probably seeing that this is not going to work, a warrior roared, and gathered around the remaining ten or so people who could still stand. At this point in the battle, everyone could see that although Ashes' declaration was extremely arrogant, no one had died in battle so far.

If she wanted to kill someone, no one could stop that hammer.

Every warrior is a valuable asset of the clan. This approach has won the respect of the major spectator clans, including the bone-cutting duelists—they are not afraid of sacrifice, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for the holy duel, but it has to be meaningful. Instead of dying blindly. The Mother Earth is not a murderer. She praises courage and strength, but she does not want to see fearless death.

The warriors retracted their weapons to their waists, all crowded into a row, and stretched out their hands forward, the meaning was self-evident.

"Ah."

Ashes smiled lightly, dropped the wooden shield, raised the long-handled hammer, and rushed towards the crowd.

The two forces collided fiercely!

"oh!"

"come on!"

"hold onto!"

There were chaotic shouts from the viewing platform, but no clan was pointed out, as if who won and who lost was no longer important at this moment, and people only wanted to see a show of bravery! The onlookers who were crying bitterly just now clenched their fists and stared at the center of the high platform without blinking, but Thuram didn't think there was anything strange—the drumbeats on the field Higher than a wave, it is like a horn urging everyone to move forward bravely, making every audience feel excited, as if they are not a spectator, but a participant in this sacred duel!

At this moment, Ashes' upper body was stretched into a slanted straight line, his feet were bent back and forth, and he unexpectedly formed a stalemate with more than ten members of the Bone Clan. The muscles on her arms formed a perfect arc, like the best interpretation of strength and beauty.

But this is not a duel of one man against an entire clan.

When Iron Ax, Andrea, and Drow Silver Moon successively joined the tug-of-war, the balance was broken.

Four people pushed more than ten people forward slowly, approaching the edge of the high platform step by step, every step would make a noise from the onlookers, and Thuram couldn't help shouting and waving his arms.

After a period of climbing, the music finally ushered in the highest peak.

The advancing footsteps finally merged with the drumbeat at this moment, and the bone-cutting warrior could no longer resist. The four roared in unison, and pushed all the dozen or so people behind the hammer off the high platform!

The music stopped abruptly at the same time, but the inspiring aftertaste continued to reverberate in everyone's ears, and it lasted for a long time...

"The winner, the Osha clan!"

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