Blood!
Hot blood!
Contains the blood of wildness and Nature Energy!
Allen's entire body was soaked with blood spurted from the wound, and 90% of his body skin had been severely burned. His whole body was like a cooked prawn, and his body surface 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 Dragonhawk God's blood 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, Dragonhawk God Gayle's blood seems to give people some special power.
As a person with "double cultivation of magic and martial arts", Allen can clearly feel that his control over the fire element is improving, and at the same time, a large amount of fire element energy begins to accumulate inside his body and the giant sword he holds tightly in his hand.
It's a pity that his eyes are now completely blocked by the scabbed eyelids, and he can't see what's happening in the outside world at all. He can only use all his strength to continue inserting the giant sword deeper, letting as much blood flow as possible to nourish his mortal body that is on the verge of collapse.
However, compared to Allen, in the eyes of outsiders, this is a completely different picture.
I saw the huge Dragonhawk God Incarnations, leading a human being in the sky as it accelerated, rotated, and dived crazily, and even released high-temperature flames that were enough to 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 Dragonhawk God began to scream and stumbled towards the distance. Finally, he fell headfirst into the valley far away, burning all the surrounding forests, soil, and rocks on the spot.
The dazzling fire was just like a volcanic eruption.
"Teacher?!!!"
Soladin At this time, he couldn't care less about maintaining the majesty and deportment of the Empire emperor, his face was full of tension and anxiety.
Because Allen is so important to him, so important that it is almost as important as Arathor Empire.
After all, from the beginning of the conspiracy 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 not been even the slightest accident.
Yes!
Throughout the entire process of setting up Arathor Empire, everything went incredibly smoothly.
Therefore, Soladin trusts and relies on his teacher far more than anyone else.
Especially when Amani Troll in the north has begun to become hostile to humans, such a helper with vision and wisdom is increasingly needed.
You must know that at the moment Arathor Empire, there are many warriors who can go out with a knife and fight the enemy to death, 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! Once Trolls is solved, 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 loudly dissuaded.
What a joke!
At this time, if Emperor Empire leaves the battlefield and heads for the distant valley, it will immediately affect the stability of the military morale.
Once the morale of the army 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 Trollss in front of us first!" Soladin quickly calmed down, with a chilling light flashing in his eyes.
Before the people around him could react, he urged Warhorse on his crotch to rush out, directly knocking down a Trolls Warrior with the shield in his hand, and then let Warhorse step over the opponent's body.
The crisp sound of broken bones and Trolls's painful wails fully demonstrated the anger in Emperor Empire's heart at this moment.
After all, Soladin is not the kind of monarch who only sits in a chair and gives orders in the ordinary sense. He is also a Warrior with powerful strength.
In just a few minutes, more than a dozen Trolls fell at his feet.
When the human nobles and soldiers saw Emperor Empire joining the battle in person, their morale immediately exploded, and they tightened the encirclement tighter and tighter, constantly squeezing Trolls's activity space.
Even Ignatius, who was hiding in the cellar for refuge, rushed out of the cellar and joined in the beating of the drowned dog.
Trolls realized that they would definitely die today, and they all went into a violent state, 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 flesh and blood millstone.
You must know that Soladin has not done anything after unifying mankind.
Especially regarding the construction of the army, it has never stopped.
The Royal Guard he founded is essentially a training institution similar to that of 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 Imperial Guards will be dispersed to become organizers and transmitters of orders, ensuring that even noble private armies can quickly integrate into the huge Burning Legions.
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 Arathor Empire upper ruling class.
Now, this system is exerting its power far beyond the times.
Shield, short sword, spear, throwing axe, hook sickle, war hammer...
The cooperation between different types of arms makes it difficult for Trolls Warrior to use their strength. They can only be pushed in a small range and even maintain 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 system, Arathor Empire, which is composed of humans, has been able to get rid of the Amani Empire who is still under the Horde joint system by countless streets.
And as time goes by, this gap will become more and more obvious.
Seeing Withered Tree Tribe and Warrior constantly falling into a pool of blood, 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.
Troll Warlord simply cannot understand how the human race, which was originally just a piece of scattered sand, suddenly unified, and how did so many powerful people suddenly appear?
"It's not a good habit to be distracted during a battle."
Following Artoria's slightly dissatisfied reminder, a cold light appeared out of thin air and struck Troll Warlord's chest fiercely.
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 numbness on his wrist, he raised his head and asked in a very complicated tone, "When did you all form an alliance with Elves?"
"Alliance with Elves?"
Artoria was stunned for a moment, having no idea what the other party was talking about.
At least to her knowledge, Arathor Empire currently has no intention of forming an alliance with the High Elf Kingdom in the north.
Because according to Allen, that is not in the interest of mankind.
Only when Elf Kingdom cannot withstand Trolls's attack and collapses and immediately lends a helping hand can the benefits be maximized.
"Don't you have an alliance? I clearly saw two figures of High Elf in the fortress." Troll Warlord continued to test.
Artoria shook his head directly. "No! We have not formed an alliance with Elves, and we will not conclude any alliance in a short time. Okay, that's the end of the small talk. Now it's time for me to 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 Power of Holy Light.
It can even be said that Azerath is the first Holy Light energy user, much earlier than the first generation Priest who dreamed of Naaru spreading Teachings of Holy Light.
Troll Warlord also followed suit by injecting 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.
Just like that, the two weapons finally collided together, erupting with a deafening loud noise.
boom!!!!!
The terrifying energy Buster Gundam centered on the two people and quickly spread to the surroundings.
Everything within a radius of fifty meters has disappeared!
When Buster Gundam dispersed, 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 warlords in the Amani Empire are strong." A knight from Knight Order hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate him.
"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 it would be as easy to win as it is now. You stay and eliminate the remaining enemies, and I'm going to see what happened to Allen. If he died accidentally, it would definitely be a big trouble."
After saying this, Artoria ignored the shocked reaction of his men and immediately blew a whistle to summon his mount, then got on his horse and ran straight towards the flaming valley in the distance.
With the death of the warlord and the disappearance of Dragonhawk God, Trolls, who realized that all resistance was futile, gradually lost his sense of resistance and launched suicide charges towards Phalanx, who was closely guarding the front.
Half an hour later, when the last Trolls also fell, this first contest between humans and Trolls finally came to an end.
Although Allen's territory was severely damaged, he finally won the victory.
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, these have nothing to do with Allen.
At this moment, his whole body was covered in a large amount of Dragonhawk God blood, forming a huge egg.
As for the Animal God Ming Incarnations, 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 out 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 Wild God.
Because the fire element was so concentrated, even the magma flowing deep underground in the valley began to become restless, directly tearing a small opening on the ground and erupting continuously.
"This is the power of World of Warcraft Wild God? It's really scary!"
Artoria 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 real body of Dragonhawk God, but Incarnations who was summoned by living sacrifice.
But even so, it still has the power to destroy a city easily.
If Allen hadn't successfully killed it, the human army would have definitely 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!
Artoria left Warhorse where he was, and climbed down from the height one step at a time, and went straight to the huge egg on the ground. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the shell, and asked in a half-joking tone, "Hey! Are you dead? If not, just squeak!"
Click!
Click - click - click -
Along with a crisp sound, dense cracks like Spider network soon appeared on the surface of the egg's shell, and finally exploded with a bang.
A naked man emerged from inside, holding a giant 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.