War Lord: Rising from the Land of Misfortune
Chapter 1117

The Wretched Black Python Clan

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As they spoke, several Black Python Clan soldiers charged toward Nalant's assembled demi-human legion.

"Die, you damned vermin!"

The Black Python Clan soldiers stood nearly two and a half meters tall.

Their waists were as thick as water barrels.

Other than the Lava People, the other demi-human races truly looked small in comparison.

Of course, size had nothing to do with combat strength.

The next moment, Medusa Snake, who had been hiding in the rear, suddenly lit up with her eyes.

Screech!

With a shriek, a beam of light shot from Medusa Snake's eyes, striking the Black Python Clan soldier directly.

"Damn... it..."

After being struck by Medusa Snake's Slow skill, the slowing effect immediately took hold on the Black Python Clan soldier.

The fellow had originally been charging forward with imposing momentum, intending to swing his great axe at the Lava Person standing at the front.

But in the next instant, the speed of his axe swing had slowed by more than tenfold, as though the scene had been put into slow motion.

The Black Python Clan soldier immediately sensed that something was wrong and could not help but curse aloud.

Unfortunately, even the speed at which he cursed had slowed as well.

Roar!

In the next instant, the Lava Person naturally seized the opportunity.

With an angry roar, the flames over his entire body surged, and his wok-sized fist smashed toward the Black Python Clan soldier.

Thud!

It had to be said that the Black Python Clan truly had the capital to be so arrogant.

In terms of defense alone, the Black Python Clan could already match a Holy Knight.

One had to know that this Black Python Clan soldier's actual strength had only barely reached the initial stage of Great Knight.

Thus, if the Black Python Clan

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