Chapter 772: Not a duel

The elite troops of millions of demons fought fiercely with the 100,000 human expeditionary forces in the Storm Islands. The Demon Lord Alicia personally commanded and put in new weapons, and finally ended up in defeat and fleeing.

At present, the total force deployed by Ailan Hill in the demon world has exceeded 400,000, and the combat force that the demon army has invested in the front line is only a meager 200,000.

This is a war destined to be impossible for the devil to win, because the strength of the two sides is no longer the same.

When a **** waiter in a white robe rested in the forest and recovered half of his magic power, thousands of soldiers in Ailan Hill had already carried their weapons and marched further along the highway.

They don't have time to waste searching for these sporadic enemies. They want to encircle those demons close to Ailan Hill's front line of defense, and encircle those demons on the way of attack.

The densely packed Ailan Hill soldiers have almost filled the entire battle zone, and there is not much space here to leave these white-robed **** waiters tossing and moving.

Although it is possible to hide temporarily in many dense forests, these white-robed people have no good way to hide in Ailan Hill's main force and leave.

Because... they are all pure energy bodies, and they still have a pure energy body as powerful as the Great Magister! Magicians can perceive their existence, and the closer the distance, the higher the accuracy of perception.

Just when the resting white-robed **** waiter was sitting on a large rock and adjusting the magical energy in his body, he found that he was surrounded by several huge energies.

He bowed his head slightly and picked up his long sword from the stone beside him. The long sword was dissatisfied with the mottled gaps, which were all cut scars. He used this long sword to kill dozens of enemies, but the hard things on the enemy's body also caused many scars to his long sword.

Yes, chopping helmets, chopping epaulettes, chopping bones, chopping guns... many things can cause damage to thin and sharp blades.

Opposite this white-robed man, a black-robed man wears a smiling face mask. This tradition belongs to Grecan, but it has been inherited by many magicians on the magic continent.

There are many magicians in the current Ailan Hill Empire Magician Troops who come from Gricken, or the apprentices of Gricken magicians, so most of them are willing to wear a weird mask.

The man with a smiley mask drew out the long sword from his waist. The long sword forged from stainless steel countless times shone brightly in the sun.

In the next second, light blue lightning was wrapped around his long sword, which proved that the inconspicuous man in front of him was a powerful lightning magician.

"Captain Ellenhill Magic Instructor... It's a pity that you can only die here, devil!" The man said as cold as the sharp sword in his hand as he stepped forward.

"The strong...you are too arrogant." Although the voice was dull, the white-robed **** waiter still uttered a clear sentence from his organ that I called his mouth for the first time: "I am a **** waiter... Gods!"

God's waiter...This is the first time a male magician has heard the other party's official name. They all called each other a white-robed demon, or a white-robed man.

"Want to keep me...you...not worthy!" Looking at the black-robed mage opposite, the **** waiter still maintained the pride of his strong man. He stood up with the long sword in his hand and said in a low tone.

After all, he is a powerful existence close to the Grand Magister, and the senior wizard of Ailan Hill in front of him is just an ordinary powerhouse who has just been promoted to the Magister.

"Whether you deserve it, it's not your decision." Next to the black-robed male magician, an old man with no mask and wrinkles on his face walked out hunched over with a magic wand.

He also wore a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on his back. Not every magician is a warrior with a long sword. The profession of a magician is also destined, and many magicians are no longer suitable for charge and battle at an age.

However, on the other side of the white-robed man, another white-robed man suddenly appeared. He was also carrying a long sword, and a trace of triumph could be heard in his voice: "Actually, you are the one who was in the ambush! "

"Oh? What?" The old man had a smile on his face. When he asked this question, in the surrounding woodland, several black-robed magicians walked out with long swords.

They are getting more and more, and there are dozens of them in the end. Each of these magicians used to have a powerful combat power, and now they are gathered together, their power is naturally more powerful.

Obviously, the Baipao people did not realize that in order to wipe out the two of them, the other party had dispatched so many people!

For him, the situation is getting tricky now. He was not sure to get rid of these dangerous magicians, once the delay was delayed, more enemies would surround him.

"Thunder!" The white-robed **** waiter no longer talks nonsense, he leaned forward with one hand, and condensed a huge magic circle in his palm. This is a battle he is familiar with, which makes him feel at ease.

In the previous fierce battles, humans always took out some weapons that made him at a loss. The battle between the two sides was not an ordinary magical battle, more like a physical competition that simply consumed each other's magical energy.

Under this circumstance, although the White-robed Divine Attendant beheaded a lot of humans, he consumed a lot of mana. Now, the battle has entered his familiar rhythm, which makes him more confident.

However, this confidence didn't last for 3 seconds, and was destroyed by a sudden gunshot. He turned his face and saw his companion, the **** waiter who had consumed two-thirds of his magic power.

Then he saw that there was an extra hole on the dirty white robe of the **** waiter, an eye-catching hole.

It was a large-caliber sniper rifle, and it was naturally very powerful. The most unlucky thing is that the waiter who was hit in the body is going all out to use attack magic to attack the opponent on the front, completely unaware that an attack squad without magic will be ambush behind the side!

"You..." found that the deceitful waiter was furious, and the magic power of the waiter next to him began to be disordered. Although the blow just now was not immediately fatal, the damage it brought was definitely not small.

"Sorry, we are not here for a duel." A wicked smile on the face of a leading officer in the Ellen Hill Mage, while stimulating his opponent, defended himself.