Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

"Stab again!"

Little Oss sweated on his forehead and yelled suddenly.

"Puff puff!"

The iron spear was pulled hard by the dwarf, pulled out from the lizard man, and continued to stab. The fierce attack once again caused hundreds of lizard men to fall into a pool of blood, but in the face of a wave of seemingly endless lizard men, only a few hundred

A person falling down will not help at all.

The lizard warriors, stimulated by the blood of their compatriots, their eyes were bloodshot, stimulating the ferocity in their bones. They rolled over their compatriots, waved their weapons, jumped directly over the shields, and rushed into the dwarf team.

Although these intruding lizardmen were promptly dealt with by the dwarf warriors, as more and more lizardmen gathered from all directions, lizardmen crossed the shields and rushed into the team every moment, and some dwarf warriors were already injured and bleeding.

"King, this can't go on like this. We have to think of other ways!" Little York on the side picked up a sledgehammer and killed a lizard man who crossed the shield again with one hammer. He crushed the head of another lizard man with his other hand. He still had some skills.

He turned to look at little Os and expressed his thoughts.

Beat the master to death with random punches!

With their astonishingly firm belief and numerical superiority, the lizardmen are completely unreasonable and will trade life for life with you. Who can sustain this rogue trick?

Once surrounded by lizardmen, the dwarves are at a disadvantage in numbers. It really depends on who will win and who will lose.

"Split the troops!"

Little Os and Little York almost thought of each other and said in unison.

"York, you command them, I will lead my troops to support you from the outside." As soon as Little Ossie made the strategic adjustment, he had specific implementation methods in his mind.

"No! Sir Os, you are our king, you should stay in the team and command everyone."

Little York refused directly, turned around and gave orders to his team: "Second team, follow me, follow me to fight a bloody path, let these green-skinned monsters see the bravery of our red furnace dwarves!"

The shield-holding dwarves at the rear made way for a gap, allowing Little York to lead the dwarf warriors and rush out smoothly along the small number of people.

"Careful, my friend!"

Little Os looked at Little York's stubborn back and gave him a heavy reminder.

They knew that Little York, who was coordinating the large forces on the periphery without any protective measures, would face more terrifying dangers than the large forces. Once the lizardmen surrounded them, these warriors would...

There will be no return.

Little York waved his hand without looking back, and issued a battle declaration to the warriors in his team, "The brave warriors of the Red Hearth Clan, destroy these despicable bastards, for my god, for our king, and for peace!"

"For peace!"

A group of 540 people raised their weapons and roared loudly.

"Haha, we can finally fight to our heart's content and build immortal merits!" Little York took the lead and charged at the nearest lizard man. He swung his exaggerated sledgehammer with a strong wind and smashed it directly towards him.

The lizard man's muscles and bones were shattered and turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

Following closely behind, hundreds of brave dwarves waved their war hammers, and within two rounds, they wiped out hundreds of lizardmen in front of them.

Without the constraints of the turtle shell, Little York led his soldiers and turned into a sharp arrow, thrusting straight towards the lizard man leader.

In order to avoid the spear attack, the lizardmen spread too far away from each other and could not return to the rescue in time. For a moment, Little York was driving in all directions, and hundreds of lizardmen were killed by the opponent's team.

Wherever they went, there were corpses with broken arms everywhere, and the ground was stained red with blood, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

The sudden advance of Little York's army suddenly reduced the pressure on the large army to defend this side, and lizardmen continued to return to the lizardman leader's side.

Little Os, who spotted the opportunity, raised his sledgehammer, activated the flame rune engraving, and roared loudly: "Descendants of Turin, it's time to show our bravery and fearlessness. The time has come to kill all these heretics for our sake."

God, rush..."

The dwarves threw down their shields, picked up their weapons, and roared, like hungry lions, rushing towards the nearby lizard men like crazy.

The rune sledgehammer in Little Os's hand was burning with exaggerated flames and bright light. The terrifying high temperature, coupled with the weight of the sledgehammer, caused a lizardman to scream and fly backwards every time it moved.

Then, his body twitched, and there was a burst of the aroma of cooked meat. His neck crooked, he vomited blood, and he died miserably.

For a time, the senior dwarves headed by Little Os and Little York, every time they swung their sledgehammers, these lizard men would be seriously injured or killed if they touched them.

The lizardmen, who were originally evenly matched and even had the upper hand, completely showed their weakness. The dwarves' exaggerated force reversed the situation and began to cause small-scale rout.

This battle lasted for a full three hours.

When the most loyal warriors and leaders among the lizard people died, there were still some left who could fight with the SF and fight against the wind to defeat the diarrheal lizard people, completely losing their fighting spirit.

"Woo... Devils, these devils..."

"Don't kill, we surrender, we surrender!"

Some lizardmen looked at Little Os, whose armor was stained red with blood. They were so frightened that they burst into tears and immediately knelt down to surrender. Even some timid guys were frightened and fainted by Little Os's demonic and terrifying appearance.

Die.

"Damn, damn... It's just a little bit close, just a little bit..." He Shaofang roared up to the sky, his face full of unwillingness and dissatisfaction. He had already calculated everything and broke the spear that the dwarves were proud of.

Attack and turtle shell, why are they still defeated?

"I don't accept it!"

He looked at Zhao Qianye, rolled his eyes, and roared unwillingly.

Zhao Qianye looked down at the battlefield and watched Ossie Jr. begin to clean up the battlefield, his expression full of satisfaction and happiness.

Little Os's flexible fighting style and troop formation are surprising and surprising. Compared with the lizard man's battle, He Shaofang still needs to intervene and give orders. His subordinates are simply several levels stronger than the other party.

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Not long ago, he was still a little hesitant when he handed over the "Certificate of Maturity" to little Aos. He was worried that this guy would be distracted and forget the most important responsibility on his shoulders, but now, he is relieved.

On the viewing stand!

Li Ruolan folded her arms across her chest and looked at Leng Shaofeng. The proud landscape on her chest became taller and taller, and she slightly raised her snow-white chin, which made her originally intellectual a little more aggressive.

"you lose!"

"Trash, he is such a trash!"

Leng Shaofeng looked gloomy and cursed angrily: "With such a strong advantage, you can actually lose the game. You are worse than a waste."

Li Ruolan listened to Leng Shaofeng's complaints, her beautiful eyes under the slightly clumsy black glasses frames were a bit cold, "Your students, in your eyes, are there only winners and losers? They can be proud of the winners.

Indulge and bully others wantonly; the loser doesn't even have a chance to lick his wounds in front of you?"