"Ah..." With a comfortable roar, Feng Zhan stretched and woke up from the bed.

[Maleficent Curse] also has a side effect, that is, the caster himself will also be affected, but only after sleeping for twelve hours. This is also an important reason why Feng Zhan feels that it is too useless, how can it be released?

Skills have such an effect on oneself, aren't they just waiting to deliver food to others?

However, just when he woke up, he could vaguely hear the sound of drums and horns, but because his mind was not very clear at first, he didn't pay much attention.

After a while, when the sound of drums and horns suddenly became more urgent and intense, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong. Sure enough, as soon as he went out, he saw someone coming to report.

Soon, Feng Zhan came to the front half of the camp, and the same Lord from last time brought him an order. He was actually asked to lead troops into battle. He was almost confused. He was not asked to serve as an internment camp.

, he was given combat missions on the back foot. This change must have been too fast.

However, even though he had a combat mission, his mission of taking care of these remnant soldiers was not relieved and he had to continue to do it.

Fortunately, he was not scheduled to play in the first wave. The previous horn was the assembly call for the first wave. He belonged to the third wave, which was tonight, and it was still only morning. There was enough time to prepare and arrange.

Let’s talk about what happened after I left.

"Quiet, quiet -"

Feng Zhan roared loudly, because the horn sound in the morning made the remaining soldiers here become restless again, as if they were frightened. No matter how he yelled, it was useless. Even if he used magic to forcibly expand his voice, he let

Everyone heard that they were leading troops to participate, which only made these guys more anxious.

In desperation, he had no choice but to give an order to his legion to stay away from here, and then threw [Maleficent] again to calm these guys down.

At dusk, he rubbed his sore arms and legs and woke up. He never thought that sleeping would be so tiring. He inspected the remaining soldiers who fell asleep again and again. Feng Zhan left behind 200,000 people.

Take care of them, after all, you can't bring all your soldiers there at once!

Except for Lilith who stayed in the camp, neither the female knight nor her cousin had any intention of staying, especially the little flying dragon. This guy was becoming more and more belligerent. Knowing that he was going to the front to join the battle, he was simply dancing with excitement.

While Feng Zhan was sleeping, his cousin had already taken the legion to supply the supplies. After dinner, under the moonlight, the cold wind became more intense, and a team left their camp.

Feng Zhan walked in front of the legion. There were many camps around, but not all camps were in action. Some camps were brightly lit, and like them, teams were gathering to set off, but some camps were quiet. Although

It's not that there are no people, but most of them are standing in the camp, silently watching the people leaving other camps, with many complicated expressions in their eyes that cannot be explained clearly.

The mighty team marched on the wide road, and everyone was clearly distinguishable from each other. Except for the sound of footsteps, they were all so quiet. When they reached a crossroads, they began to separate. They went to different places and took different teleportation arrays.

Represents different battles.

Feng Zhan's legion did not turn around and kept walking forward. It took an hour to reach their destination. There was a very huge teleportation array there. When they just arrived, there was already a legion in the light of the teleportation array.

, left here.

Feng Zhan quickly led the legion onto this teleportation array that was covered with dense patterns. There were many priests from the church around, but they were not responsible for activating the teleportation array, but began to apply a blessing. When feedback came to Feng Zhan, then

is a buff.

System: Get [The Glory of Dawn], from the Holy Bishop Church of Dawn!

Name: Glory of Morning

Type: gain buff

Duration: 60min (calculated from the beginning of the battle)

Level: Advanced (blue)

Special effects: Immune to demonic erosion by 21%, increase damage to demons by 17%, increase recovery speed by 11%

Note: This is a gift from the morning light. In the prayers of the church priests, strands of light are attracted from the brilliance of the morning light, blessing the target through infinite time and space, but after all, this comes from a distant god.

The glory of the world cannot always be with you. Please complete your battle before the time comes, otherwise, sometimes, you will seem lonely!

Feng Zhan looked at the indifferent, almost imperceptible light flying around his body, and noticed that it was not only on his body, but on the entire legion. He had to admire it. This was such a generous act.

Even if one million people apply buffs, they are not afraid of draining the Holy Lord of Morning Light. Think about it, it is not just a blessing for the people here!

But before he could finish his inner complaints, the light of the teleportation array had already lit up, and thousands of magicians had activated the magic array, allowing them to enter the teleportation channel.

It's luxurious enough, but I don't know how long it will take to reach the battlefield. However, in just one minute, Feng Zhan has already landed in a box, and before the light of the teleportation array gradually dissipated, a tragic sound was heard.

The killing cry, the strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of sulfur directly stimulated his nerves.

Just when they had just arrived, the urging voice had already appeared, "Quick, quick, leave quickly, don't block the teleportation of the army behind, follow the army in front, don't stop, hurry..."

The shouts were so loud, and it could be seen that there were many people, with the blessing of the magic circle, constantly guiding the newly arrived legions to the battlefield at the front. Otherwise, in this chaotic shout of killing, it would be so easy for individuals to use their own strength.

ignored.

The surrounding environment is very desolate, with bare mountains, fiery red light rising into the sky, and constant explosions. The ground is completely exposed loess and rocks, and the hardened soil is almost as hard as the rocks.

Everyone here has such a solemn expression, running forward quickly, and beside them you can still see the injured and corpses, being carried from front to back by people, with scars and countless broken limbs.

They were lucky to be alive, and they didn't know whether they would be successful in getting treatment, because the sacred blessing had long since expired, and the powerful demonic attribute had eroded their wounds, making their wounds so hideous that it was difficult to heal.

Feng Zhan has hardly seen any player teams here, and he doesn't know if they have not arrived yet, or if they have not been recruited at all. It can be said that they are the only player team here.

After traveling for twenty kilometers, we could already see the rear of the front legion. They were densely packed in front. The shouts of death were so clear that it was unimaginable. The screams were intensifying, and even the sound of weapons cutting bodies was all.

So looming.

Feng Zhan really couldn't see clearly how many millions of people there were in front of him. At this moment, the sea of ​​people was no longer enough to describe, and they looked so pale and helpless.

Before reaching the end of the team, a liaison officer here had already found him. After matching the identity of his legion, he took them to an array and passed through a sea of ​​​​people for dozens of kilometers. Feng Zhan was at the location

, is a relatively front array.

At this time, the sky had even begun to brighten, but the thick and dark clouds blocked the light, and the diffuse fog never dissipated, and it was still so dark here.

The distance to the front was less than twenty kilometers, and Feng Zhan could already see the battle ahead. At this time, he finally understood why the remaining soldiers in his camp were so panicked. The front might no longer be able to

Call it a battlefield, it's a complete meat grinder.

Legion after legion are constantly investing in it, facing countless demons, cannon fodder like lemure demons and miscellaneous demons, but they don't even get a chance to take a second look here.

The real demon army has appeared, the Balor Balrog!

Millions of Balor Fire Demons are constantly colliding with the legions of Esgaia World at the front. Their bodies are burning like magma stones, and the weapons in their hands are also blazing flames. They are all three meters tall.

And they have no wings, strong upper limbs and slightly thin lower limbs, dark skin and uneven scales, making them look a bit weird.

This is not the fully evolved Balor Fire Demon, which is still on the road of evolution, but this is the real legion of demons. They are greedy and full of murderous desire, and their powerful limbs bring them amazing power, although they are not too powerful.

There is a lot of magic, but the burning flame is already their best weapon.

The sword and battle ax held high in the hand were so heavy that although they looked a bit rough, the weight could cause astonishing damage.

Their sharp claws can bring about a bloody storm every time they attack. The armor of the warriors in front seems to be made of paper, unable to resist the attacks of those Balor Balrogs. The corners of Balor Balor Demon's mouth are always

They are bleeding because every one of their enemies, whether alive or dead, will be eaten mercilessly by them, making them even more bloodthirsty.

In an instant, one legion had been devoured, and more legions were constantly being added to the rear. The killing and death continued all the time.

The flying demons in the sky are already a complete legion. The spears in their hands are constantly being thrown, carrying a dark atmosphere, devouring life. When the spears in their hands are discarded, they will rush down quickly.

Using their own speed and sharp claws, they attack the legions below. The rapid dive, accompanied by the terrifying impact and the swift wind, will make the warriors unstable. When faced with the impact of those flying demons, they will become even more unstable.

They were brought to the sky in large numbers, and several of them were either torn apart by sharp claws and snatched away from their lives, or were picked up by these flying demons. Before they had time to struggle, they had already reached high altitudes and were thrown down violently. Those demons would still

Like cats playing with their prey, they keep striking at the fallen until they fall hard to the ground, completely torn apart and dead, and then they taste the flesh and blood of their prey.

…

These are just a corner of the battlefield. For the land that has been dyed blood red and the land penetrated by magma, these cannot be truly noticed.

Feng Zhan quickly withdrew his attention because his matter was coming.

"Hello, are you Viscount Andre Hades Phoenix!?" A herald rode a flying mount and landed at Feng Zhan's legion, and found Feng Zhan.

"Yes, I am Andre Hades Phoenix. What can I do for you, Lord Herald?" Feng Zhan asked.

"Don't dare, Lord Viscount Andre, I am just a small herald. I dare not call you sir!" The herald is a baron. In front of Feng Zhan, even an adventurer cannot be rude to him.
Chapter completed!