Chapter 21 Battle in the Wailing Wilds! (Part 1)

Author: He gave up and I took it

Chapter 21 Battle in the Wailing Wilds! (Part 1)

Countless fire rains pierced the dark and heavy sky, and punishments representing the anger of living beings fell from the sky.

The powerful arrows penetrated the bodies of the soul-eating demons crazily, and then nailed themselves to the ground, igniting the decaying and gray land.

Bring the vengeful fury of Zandalari against the mortal enemy of thousands of trolls!

Amidst the slight distortion and wisps of white smoke, the densely packed rockets caused chaos in the crowd of soul-devouring demons that covered the sky in front of them like airtight dark clouds. The figures of many soul-devouring demons became much thinner visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar erupted.

The roars of countless troll warriors shattered the clouds, and there were no more cries in the wailing wilderness, only bloody screams that shook the sky!

Shaluba shouted fervently and angrily.

Mixed among the flesh-and-blood Imperial Guards who acted as sharp knives to cut through mountains and rocks, their strong arms raised a heavy shield and rushed forward regardless.

The soul-eating demon's cold murmurs came.

Xialupa didn't hesitate at all, he fiercely swung the magic shield and it was a standard shield slam!

The deep magic power solidified in every inch of steel exploded, almost knocking the soul-eating demon out of his mind as he couldn't wait to enjoy the juicy soul.

This is not over yet.

Xialuba quickly took out his machete and used this sharp blade, which was also a magic weapon, to slash a moon arc in front of him, neatly and neatly cutting off the soul-eating demon in front of him!

Monsters that feed on souls turn into flying ashes, but on the ever-changing battlefield, the identities of hunter and prey often change unexpectedly.

A soul-eating monster that looked like a tattered cloak rushed over quickly.

As they were about to approach Sheruba, the screams and vitriol that affected their souls swept across a range of more than ten meters. The sudden soul impact caused several trolls, including Sheruba, to fall into an extremely dangerous dizziness!

More soul-eating monsters seemed to sense an opportunity.

The crowd swooped down, wanting to enjoy this gluttonous feast.

Not far away, a troll warrior who couldn't move erupted into a shrill scream after being pierced through the chest by the Soul-Eating Demon who was the first to scream. His whole body was visibly withered and shrunk on the spot!

Holding back the pain.

The world in front of Xiarupa was shaking, and he secretly thought something bad as more trolls began to wail one after another before they died.

I tried my best to resist.

But when Sharuba opened his eyes, the illusive and cold rolling mist under the tattered cloak of a soul-eating demon was already very close at hand!

It's over.

Sheruba was so disheartened that he seemed to have seen the fate of being sucked into a mummy.

"Trash is trash!"

Castal's disdainful voice sounded.

I saw a gloomy voodoo priest with a disturbing and sinister smile on his face. He grabbed forward with five fingers that were as withered as chicken claws, and somehow a corner of the soul-eating demon's cloak fell into his hands.

He casually stuffed it into his hand and found a oozing doll with bleeding facial features and a scream.

As the ethereal cloak fragments merged into the doll's body without any resistance, they were torn apart by Castal with a sneer.

The soul-eating demon that was rushing towards Sheruba suddenly disintegrated silently, and even every crack was exactly the same as when Castal tore apart the doll!

Sheruba was stunned.

Even on this extremely dangerous battlefield, he still couldn't help but glance at Castal, with a complex look on his face, a mixture of dissatisfaction, gratitude, and joy.

However, Castal had already raised his head arrogantly and completely ignored Shaluba's intention.

After quickly gathering his emotions, Xiarupa once again buried his head and charged forward with all his strength.

The comrades beside him fell one after another. Some of them were not even able to use their rage, and were killed by the soul-eating demon's soul-stealing attack that lasted for several seconds, turning into a terrifying mummy and falling to the ground.

And Shaluba also went from being devastated at the beginning to being completely numb later.

Gradually, he forgot how many soul-eating demons he had killed with his own hands. He only knew that even his thick skin was covered with a shell composed of ashes and sweat.

Even every breath you take is inevitably inhaling the ashes that the Soul-Eating Demon turns into when it dissipates!

The angle of view gradually increases.

The heroic Shaluba became an insignificant drop of water on the battlefield, and there were more troll warriors like him fighting at the top of their lungs, unable to distinguish each other in a pair of dragon eyes looking down indifferently.

Fighting, roaring, blood and tears, rage, soul...

This battlefield is too chaotic, and dramas of saving and being saved are being staged all the time. The only similarity is that each of them is using fighting and courage as a carrier to jointly compose a story unique to this ancient era.

A troll epic like a stormy sea!

Whoosh——

The powerful spear flashed with cold light in mid-air, and brutally nailed a certain soul-eating demon who was making trouble to the ground.

The next moment, a rough and strong hand grabbed the spear, and the flying ashes were scattered by the tip of the spear. Augustus looked up to the sky and roared.

"Everyone gather at me! The Savage Spear team formed a formation to break out! Where are Tezolo, Carapace, and my lieutenants?!"

"They're dead, Captain!"

Sharupa fought hard to carve out a bloody path, panting and bringing the bad news to Augustus. The long period of hard fighting made him seem to be separated into two consciousnesses, one feeling his body full of fatigue and soreness and the other feeling numb and indifferent.

thinking.

If I could just die like this, wouldn't it be so painful...

"Then come here yourself! The duties of the vanguard army have been completed. It's time to join the army in the rear!"

August gave the recruit a hard slap to wake him up from this dangerous state.

Shaluba, freed from his desire for self-destruction, quickly shook his head in fear, gripped the weapon again, gritted his teeth and followed August into formation.

Under the heroic fighting with the help of Augustus, the exhausted teammates who were trapped in the siege one after another quickly gathered together.

His calmness and strength were like a needle in the sea at this moment, playing a vital role.

Even when faced with an increasingly bad situation, Xialuba and others were not as panicked as expected. Instead, they became a little more calm when they heard Augustus' scolding.

"Where is Castal? Has anyone seen where Castal is?"

Amidst August's irritable scolding, Sheruba's heart tightened, and that annoying face reappeared in his muddled mind.

I'm afraid I'll hear another bad news next.

Before anyone could piece together any clues, after a green light erupted dozens of meters away, all the soul-eating demons around him were wiped out in a silent wail!

After looking at each other for a moment, August took the lead and charged forward with a roar, holding a spear, followed closely by the troll warriors.

Chopped with swords and axes.

These brave troll warriors soon saw their target, and Augustus also discovered that the opponent no longer had the strength to spare as before.

The wooden staff, which had always been regarded as a treasure, was broken into two pieces, and one of its fangs was broken off in a panic. The trembling palm made people wonder whether it could still release a fatal curse.

Fortunately.

There are three troll warriors surrounding Castar in the center, protecting him from the Soul Eater. Otherwise, Castar will never be able to hold on until August and others arrive.

"Who is your captain? Forget it, follow me all, we are going to fight out!"

Seeing that Castal was safe and sound, Augustus breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if everyone is a tired teacher.

But as the number of people expanded step by step, a weak but tenacious flame of hope burned in everyone's heart.

Shaluba deliberately stood beside Castal, taking on the role of guard, and looked at the miserable, broken fang with some sympathy.

In the eyes of trolls, this is tantamount to serious disfigurement!

"Who is the loser now?"

Xaluba leaned forward and said what he said, causing Castar to glare at him fiercely, but he was too tired to reply.

I don't know if it was because Castal had saved him before, but Sharuba found that he was not so repelled by the voodoo priest now.

While swinging the machete down with all his strength, Sheruba whispered in a nagging voice.

"I have never seen so many soul-eating monsters. Compared with now, the encirclement and suppression some time ago can only be regarded as a small fight, and this is just the last battle to clear the periphery...

I can't even imagine how many soul-eating demons are entrenched deep inside the Wailing Wilds.

No wonder so many compatriots worship the great dragon that can wipe out the entire Wailing Valley in one night. If it were me, I would carve it on the totem pole of Zangula!"

"...Typical warrior thoughts."

Castal coughed weakly and absorbed the thin magic power in the air as quickly as possible.

"If the great dragon is still there, the next one that will be destroyed may not be the Soul Eater, but maybe Zangula."

"But you have to admit that the great dragon has solved a big problem for us. If the Wailing Valley is still there, we will definitely have more than double the number of soul-eating monsters we want to kill!"
To be continued...