() The compact black iron stone was carefully chiseled into standard meter cubes by craftsmen. Thick gray slurry was poured into each gap. After more than ten meters of solid foundation, the entire city wall slowly took shape. With a slight curvature, the city wall

Over the course of decades, it slowly took shape. It gathered the efforts of hundreds of craftsmen, especially the spacious and smooth city roads, which they have always been proud of.

But at this time, the spacious streets in the west city were crowded with people.

A high-level half-demon who looks like a crazy tiger, with fighting flames rising and waving, and swords that are as solid as the light flashing around. He fights for injuries, and every time he attacks, at least one drow will be taken away.

They were like hot knives stuck in butter, taking away a life every time they moved, even every time they took a breath.

Seeing that the high-level half-demon was about to gain a firm foothold, the high-level drow descended from the sky. The distance that the half-demon had rushed in was compressed again.

The battlefield is cruel. Low-level drow and mid-level drow are just like melons, being hacked and killed at will. Even high-level drow will accidentally kill their comrades.

Because there were so many people, in order to squeeze the high-level half-demon's action space, almost all the drow warriors who could move were pressed against them. Although the high-level half-demon was suppressed, the drow also had no fighting space.

Every time a high-level half-demon dies, at least two high-level drows and more than a dozen intermediate-level drows will be buried with him.

Low-level drow gradually withdrew from this kind of close combat, because they could not play any role.

.....

The fierce battle continued, and the high-level half-demon was being consumed. Whenever a high-level half-demon was disabled, a group of fast green plague would appear there.

The soles of the feet were slippery, and the greasy internal organs and blood mixed together, completely staining the wide and solid city road to the west.

Stepping on a piece of green large intestine, even with Shan Ye's ability to withstand it, his throat felt a little itchy. It was so miserable! The internal organs and brain matter, which were like decorations, splashed everywhere.

"Bah!" After spitting out a mouthful of acidic green saliva, Master Shan suppressed his nausea and continued to look for a suitable target for a sneak attack.

After killing those exhausted half-demon men, Master Shan encountered another dangerous situation.

A half-demon who looked exhausted suddenly broke out, and in the smoke of fighting flames, he defeated Shan Ye's plague.

"Ding! The plague is damaged and consumes 122 experience points!"

"Ding! The plague is damaged and consumes 145 experience points!"

After hearing the prompt, Shan Ye immediately collected the plague and looked at the half-demon with a livid face: "Damn it, it was actually damaged?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice. But after calming down a little, Shan Ye discovered that this

Very normal.

After the system was damaged, it has been integrating into the world. Since it wants to integrate into the world, some rules must also be absorbed. Plague is also a kind of energy. It can be burned by drow flames and can also be hurt by half-demon.

The anger on his face gradually calmed down, and Master Shan suppressed the anger in his heart, holding a heavy ax in hand and waiting for the opportunity.

Whenever a half-demon is in trouble, Shan Ye will appear like a green god of death. He will cover him with plague and then kill him, leaving behind spare potions and throwing the rest to the high-level drow.

"Ding! Kill a senior half-demon and gain 288 experience points!"

"Ding! Get the power ring!"

Power Ring: After wearing, it increases strength by 2 points. It can be exchanged for 322 experience points.

"Ding! Kill a senior half-demon and gain 298 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a bundle of intermediate healing potions!"....

All the equipment was worn, and almost all the potions were given to the drow warriors. Shan Ye had a fat face with a smile that could not be concealed: "Bring more high-level half-demon!" Although the Black Pearl side also suffered heavy casualties, for Shan Ye

, does the black pearl have anything to do with me? The answer is of course no!

If he hadn't been worried about what Emel had to hide, Master Shan probably couldn't help but take advantage of the chaos and kill a few high-level drows for a taste.

When Shan Ye harvested the 11th high-level half-demon, the intermediate half-demon appeared on the city wall with a brave face, holding the rolling stone against his head.

With the addition of the intermediate half-demon, the situation suddenly became worse.

.....

Emel, dressed in black robes, stood in a safe watchtower. His beautiful eyes glanced over the tragic battlefield, and a hint of hidden regret flashed across his face: "Get ready, take back all the guards!" The voice penetrated the darkness.

The robe came out and he looked hoarse and weak.

The head priest, who was half-kneeling on the ground, trembled when he heard this. He raised his eyelids and stared at Emel with his beautiful eyes for a while, then stood up silently and carried out the order.

Stepping out of the watchtower, it was like entering another world. The drow warriors fought bravely against the enemy and resisted the half-demon attack with determination. The corpses were left with broken arms and brains and intestines flying around.

Turning back and taking a deep look at the inconspicuous watchtower, his eyes slightly focused, the head priest quickly left.

Staring at the departing leader of the priests, Emer's eyes were slightly closed, and a flash of helplessness flashed through his heart. It seemed that the match was evenly matched, but in fact the drow had lost. After the high-level half-demon, there were intermediate-level half-demon and low-level half-demon.

.If they all scale the west city wall, the drow, who are obviously inferior in close combat capabilities, will be slaughtered.

...

"Cang~!" The heavy ax swept across, blocking the attack of a high-level half-demon. Shanye drank the potion and flew out of the battle circle with this help.

A shocking cross-cut wound on his chest was slowly healing. He leaned on the heavy ax and took a few breaths. Shan Ye's scarlet eyes as big as a bowl quickly scanned the battlefield. "Huh?" he whispered. Shan Ye's expression paused and his eyes flashed.

After some doubts.

In order to make rational use of resources, Shan Ye has been paying attention to the number of high-level drow and high-level half-demon. If anything happens, he can retreat strategically. He just killed two high-level half-demon in a row. Shan Ye was very happy, but he didn't pay attention.

By then, more than half of the high-level drow had disappeared.

His mind was spinning rapidly, Shan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bad premonition flashed through his heart.

There was a loud "boom", and a section of the western city wall suddenly exploded, revealing a secret room below.

Shan Ye raised his eyes and looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and goosebumps broke out all over his body. Without thinking, he quickly ran towards the city steps: "Damn bitch, I knew she had no good intentions!!"

After knocking over several low-level drow, Shan Ye took one last look at the stalemate on the west city wall. Most places were still resisting and even regained a lot of territory. But in fact, the half-demon had an absolute advantage.

With the high-level drow to contain and balance them, the high-level half-demon immediately demonstrated their powerful single-target attack power.

If you look carefully, the remaining high-level drow and priests are basically from big families, and the guards belonging to Aimeier have been completely withdrawn long ago.

Shan Ye was secretly annoyed and glanced at the blown-up west city wall over there, found a corner, and transformed into a human.

At the edge of the west city wall, the open-air secret room was filled with senior soldiers and priests. A man in black robes in the middle looked at the Black Pearl that was about to be captured in the distance, with a flash of regret and a sigh in his eyes: "Let's go, in order to save
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