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Some soldiers fired fireworks, once again marking the enemy's position at distant stations.

But there was no obstacle, and Lynch easily rushed out of the marked area.

Another burst of bombardment fell, splashing yellow-green poisonous mist.

The lizard men had already pounced on the crowd, using broken limbs and rotten flesh to piece together a bloody storm.

The flowers grew in the darkness, releasing a faint musk that made the soldiers bleed even more.

Faced with an enemy that was difficult to resist, there was not a single deserter.

Lin Qi smelled a disharmonious smell. The source of this smell was everywhere, affecting his tracking.

There was another loud noise, and Lynch quickly left the area illuminated by the fireworks, leaving behind a field of desperate wounded people.

The injured suffocated in the permeating putrid mist and quickly decomposed.

Strangely, the trebuchet to the southwest misfired.

The armor-clad champion swung his hammer and pounced on Lynch, but was decapitated with a random swing of his staff.

Lynch found the leader of the station, who was hiding in the corner and chanting a spell.

A gust of fishy wind blew past, and after the lizard man passed by, there was only a patch of blood left in the corner.

The ground trembled even more. It seemed that the Archmage seized the fleeting opportunity and took advantage of the slight weakening of the resistance to gain an advantage.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the brilliance of the white moon.

The cunning elf did not focus on one spell. He took the opportunity to switch spells and summoned the power of Agil.

The ground gradually stabilized, and several lightning bolts flashed across the sky, illuminating the body whose head was crushed by Lynch.

The corpse was twitching in excitement and bleeding purple fluorescent blood.

In the bright blood, there were faint dancing figures.

There was a harsh dissonance in the hot-blooded scream, and Lynch suddenly tensed his muscles and became alert.

Praise be to Salish! The ever-young Prince of Joy!

O Eternal Dancer! Your dance eclipses everything else.

My master, the ever-dancing Masco!

Bolts of lightning fell, turning the soldiers into charred ashes, with purple blood strangely overflowing from the charred ashes.

The continuous roar sounded again, and the trebuchet in the northwest also went silent this time.

The horns were blown one after another, and the deployment of the hot-blooded species seemed to be in chaos.

Purple luminous blood covered the ground, and gorgeous flowers swayed and entangled in it, like people indulged in desire.

The rusty iron cone fell to the ground and was no longer as new as before.

The falling object splashed purple rain, and the absurd pink-purple color was not gorgeous, but gave an illusion of debauchery.

The yellow-green mist brought by the iron cone spreads secretly.

The uncleanness that Lynch smelled became stronger and stronger, and with the whistling wind of magic, the evil power became stronger.

The fierce battle continued, but the Archmage had the upper hand.

The wizard hiding in the camp seemed to have been wiped away by an inexplicable force, and his dull laughter was mixed with the shrill screams.

They fell before Lynch even got close to his next target.

The hot-blooded man coughed violently, like a fish out of water, struggling and twisting in the purple blood.

Soon, there were no more soldiers standing... at least there were no resisters in this camp.

As the wind and clouds surged, thunder in the sky became more frequent.

It wasn't just thunder, Lynch heard shouts and battles coming from the west.

Something else took a step ahead of Lynch and started fighting with the hot-blooded species.

The howling wind brought the sound of broken war drums, and the thunder was taken away by the roar of monsters and the roar of warriors.

The commotion over there grew louder and louder, and finally overshadowed the Huanghuang Tianwei.

The sound of bow strings is a new thunder, and the ballistae is like rapid music, being played roughly.

Lynch walked out of the empty camp and headed up the hillside.

He could already see the fire rising into the sky in the west, and the rolling logs and boulders that had been pushed down by soldiers from time to time.

The hot-blooded ones are at war with the bloated and rotten humans.

Lin Qi stepped onto the moss-covered stone steps, treading on blurred lines.

These are the remaining bricks and tiles of the temple building. They have been stained by time after losing maintenance.

Lin Qi suddenly paused, and he realized that something was wrong with the ground in front of him.

Use the scepter to stab him from afar. With a crisp sound, the ground collapsed in pieces, revealing a deep pit, as well as the iron mesh and barbs in the pit.

Lynch used his intuition to trigger several traps one after another.

Fortunately, the hot-blooded people have no time to pay attention to this place. There should be soldiers setting up an ambush here, but now they can't protect themselves.

Lightning was thrown down one after another by Tigris and fell on the road in front of Lynch.

The falling thunder moved westward one after another, destroying the complicated traps on the road.

Lynch picked up speed and jumped between the uneven man-made trenches.

The whole view of the Western Station can be seen clearly.

The north and south directions are also faintly visible.

Overall, there are three small forts in each direction, distributed at three equally spaced points.

Directly behind the small fortress, there is a medium-sized simple fortress sandwiched between it and the central garrison.

During the observation room, the firelight in the southern camp dimmed one by one, and in an instant, it turned into darkness.

There was a small fortress to the east in the north. Under Lynch's gaze, it was swallowed up by the bloated zombies like a candle in the wind.

It was like some kind of signal. The other three northern garrison stations that were standing tenaciously suddenly became silent. There was no longer the roar of trebuchets, nor the strings of crossbows and crossbows.

The bonfire at the northern station swayed silently, conveying the despair of the deceased to Lynch's eyes from a long distance away.

This made Lynch even more alert. This kind of power was not something ordinary people could possess. Even the slightly larger fortress failed to spark a wave of resistance.

The smell of the disease enlightened Lynch. This was the result of careful preparation by a certain plague lord's cult.

They used the magic craze set off by the wizard's battle to call their master.

Teclis ordered the lightning to fall on the hot-blooded camp in front of Lynch, and the magic destroyed the fragile protection of mortals.

But Lynch was not happy at all.

Sure enough, not long after, the storm suddenly dissipated.

A bright flame of light lit up where Lin Qi came.

Lynch turned around subconsciously. He felt densely packed enemies emerging from the camp he had just destroyed. Half of them rushed towards the Archmage, and the other half rushed towards Lynch.

Lynch did not turn around to help the mage. Teclis had the ability to deal with the enemy, but it just took some time.

Lynch rushed into the camp that was reduced to ashes by lightning and continued upward.

The largest central fortress stood in front of Lynch.

On the tall wooden wall, a sentry tower was erected every ten meters, extending inward.

At a glance, Lynch saw hundreds of watchtowers, occupying half of the fortress.

But this well-defended fortress was nearly half destroyed, and the north was already a dead zone, and the faint groans of mortals could be heard from time to time.

The Fire Company could not dispel the terror on the faces of the surviving mortals.

They are like ants on a hot pot, screaming and trying to get orders from their superiors.

The drums in the fort rang a few times and then stopped abruptly. Then, the trumpets sounded from further west, causing the soldiers to be completely disorganized.

This seemed to be a signal to retreat.