The eyes of the dark race were full of fierce light. Some of the warriors who were close just now heard clearly that Qianye's force power had basically been exhausted. And warriors without force power were not much stronger than ordinary people no matter what level they were.
Qianye seemed completely unaware of his dangerous situation. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, then smiled slightly and said, "Won't you have one?"
A spider demon and two vampires roared and rushed towards Qianye first.
A circular sword light suddenly appeared and swept across the bodies of the three warriors. Their bodies were still rushing forward, and they separated up and down after three or four steps.
"Come together!" Someone shouted, and everyone rushed forward.
In the center of the battlefield, Qianye holds swords in both hands. Dongyue Sword Qi is in full swing. Every time he swings it, it will draw out a shadow. Regardless of whether it is a vampire, a spider demon or a werewolf warrior, as long as the sword is swept a little, blood will burst out immediately.
now.
Qianye tossed and turned a few basic sword moves extracted from the Black Book. However, every time the sword was swung, it would bring a bloody wind, with broken limbs and pieces of flesh flying everywhere. Dark warriors were chopped down in pieces, and occasionally there were attacks.
When it fell on him, a full-strength sword attack often only left a shallow wound.
After a brutal killing, the dark warriors finally became frightened and retreated one after another.
Around Qianye, dozens of corpses had fallen, and some who had lost the ability to move were moaning and gasping for breath. Qianye took off the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth, looked at it, and threw it to the ground.
There was a river of blood under his feet. The cigarette butt fell into the blood and went out with a hiss.
Qianye suddenly pulled out the illusory Manshu Shahua and fired a shot into the distance. A craftsman originally wanted to slip away, but was knocked down by a shot.
Qianye pointed at the gathered craftsmen with the illusory Manshu Shahua and said: "No craftsman is allowed to leave. Who dares to escape, the one just now is an example."
Someone in the crowd shouted: "Split up and run!" Some craftsmen were so excited that they ran away. Qianye only had a short gun. How many rounds could he shoot, and how many people could he stop? However, as soon as he took a few steps, a few balls of fire started to appear.
There was an explosion at the feet of the crowd at the front, and the pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air. That was a gunpowder grenade!
The craftsmen suddenly froze, and some who were far away from the explosion point were still unwilling to give up, but as soon as they took a step, several grenades exploded in front of them with great accuracy, as if they had eyes. The craftsmen slowly stopped.
Step down and look back.
Qianye was looking at them with a half-smile, throwing a grenade up and down in his right hand, and at some point there was a heavy cloth bag in his left hand. Looking at the protruding shape, it turned out that the bag was full of grenades.
The faces of the craftsmen all looked bleak. Some of them were of high levels, and there were even masters with titles of seven or eight. However, this group of noble craftsmen spent most of their time dealing with the Force Array and had extremely little combat experience. They
Even if you improve your personal strength, it is only to be able to set up a higher-level magic circle.
Even if Qianye's hands were full of gunpowder grenades, he might not be killed by the explosion, but serious injuries would be inevitable. In this case, it would be a joke to run away separately. No one wants to become cannon fodder that consumes Qianye's firepower.
Several craftsmen still placed their hopes on the count's army. Looking around, they found that the surviving dark warriors had taken advantage of Qianye's interception of the craftsmen to escape completely.
When Qianye threw a Force grenade not far away from them, and a violent surge of Force force knocked the nearest craftsmen unsteady, all the craftsmen retreated to the edge of the magic circle, no longer daring to
A little movement.
At this time, on the other side of the mountain, Zhao Yuying swung her sword and cut off the head of the Spider Demon Viscount. She sneered: "Comparing speed with me is really asking for death."
She suddenly remembered something and screamed: "Qianye!"
After Zhao Yuying had enough killing, she remembered that she had thrown the exhausted Qianye into the mine, where there were at least nearly a hundred dark race warriors.
She didn't even bother to collect the loot and ran towards the mine with all her strength.
After a while, Zhao Yuying rushed back to the mine. When she saw Qianye, she was stunned.
I don’t know when tables and chairs were placed in the center of the mine. Qianye sat at the table with Dongyue at hand, drinking tea leisurely. Two vampires stood aside as if they were reporting something, with very respectful expressions. And
Dozens of craftsmen are busy in the central force circle, dismantling the newly installed components one by one and placing them in different categories.
Looking at it this way, it looks like Qianye is the owner of this mine.
Zhao Yuying strode up to Qianye and asked, "What's going on?"
Qianye spread his hands and said, "That's what you see."
"Where are those dark race warriors?"
"Do you still remember that there is a group of dark race warriors here?"
Zhao Yuying suddenly felt guilty, her voice became much softer, and she said: "Um, I was just careless. Look, you are fine now."
Qianye shrugged and said, "If you continue like this, you will kill me sooner or later!"
When Zhao Yuying knew she had passed the test, she immediately smiled and put her paw on Qianye's shoulder, "How could it be possible? There are many benefits to following your sister and me!"
After hearing this, Qian Yewei felt that his future was worrying.
At this moment, a dull roar was heard, followed by continuous explosions. Thick black smoke and open flames came out of a mine with a steel gate in the east, and the originally closed door collapsed. Inside
A large number of miners and slaves emerged, mostly humans, but there were also many dark races.
Those were probably the slave miners who were working deep in the mine, mixed with some managers. I don't know why they just blew up the backup exit and rushed out at this time.
A dark crowd came in. Most of them were in tattered clothes, with pale faces, and they were waving mining picks and shovels. They couldn't even see a decent melee weapon. There were also a few werewolves inside, and they were simply naked. That guy
Swinging around on the crotch, after taking a few steps, he simply ran on all fours.
At this moment, it is too early for the craftsmen to dismantle the entire Force Magic Circle. Moreover, the instruments and various media that make up the Magic Circle are extremely sophisticated and may be damaged even if they are stepped on. If this Force Magic Circle is damaged by several
If hundreds of miner slaves trample it, it will be completely destroyed.
Qianye looked at the direction of the crowd and couldn't help but frowned. They did not flee, but rushed towards the center of the square. It was obvious that there was someone behind the scenes. Of course, these people who did not have much force could not defeat Qian who defeated Count Stuka just by their numbers.
Ye and Zhao Yuying pose a threat, but they can create chaos, take the opportunity to destroy the force circle, and give the craftsmen a chance to escape.
Qianye glanced at the craftsmen who were busy working on the magic circle. Sure enough, some of them stopped and looked into the distance. He said coldly: "Continue working."
Qianye did not repeat the threatening words, but the craftsmen all heard the fierce murderous intention in them, shuddered, and lowered their heads to continue dismantling the magic circle. They had no doubt that the grenade in Qianye's palm would fall directly next time.
On their heads, not at their feet.
The crowd on the opposite side was approaching rapidly, and someone among them shouted: "Come forward, and whoever kills that couple will be granted freedom by the Count!"
Many slaves' eyes suddenly turned red, and they roared like beasts, waving the tools in their hands that were used as murder weapons, and rushed over.
The motive of the instigator could not be clearer. Most of the miner slaves were human beings. He just wanted to see if Qianye and Zhao Yuying could handle so many of their own race.
Qianye threw several gunpowder grenades, pulled out a line of fire in front of the crowd, and shouted sternly: "Stand back! If you take another step forward, you will die!"
Under the influence of the force, his voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the square. However, the slaves did not stop at all, and came in droves. The people in front were almost pushed forward by the people behind, a warning to Qianye.
Turn a deaf ear.
Qianye's face was cold. He looked around and saw that there were many dark races mixed in the crowd. In a hurry, it was impossible to tell who was the slave who was sent to the mine after being convicted and who was the black hand hidden behind.
The flow of people was surging, and in the blink of an eye they were close to the Force Formation.
Qianye hesitated for a moment. He had no shortage of Force grenades on him. With just a few of them, nearly a hundred of these miners would be blown away in such a dense formation at one time.
At this moment, Zhao Yuying's furious and murderous voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You are playing this trick with me?!"
Immediately afterwards, more than ten original grenades were arranged in a horizontal line and flew towards the oncoming crowd.
"I have killed more people than you have ever seen!" Zhao Yuying spat out the last half of her heroic words.
Slaves, no matter humans or dark races, no matter how crazy they are, they still know grenades. At that moment, the crowd became confused. Those in front desperately wanted to retreat, while those behind could not stop for a while and were still pushing forward.
The grenades exploded almost at the same time, and the dazzling force light pulled out a low wall in front of Qianye. The bloody smell suddenly became strong. Almost all the hundreds of slaves at the front fell down, and a death zone nearly a hundred meters wide appeared in the crowd.
There were not many people who did not die on the spot. The few survivors struggled in a pool of blood. Their screams made the slaves who managed to escape behind them look pale and panicked. No one dared to move forward. Zhao Yuying's cruelty
La finally shocked them from their madness and made them understand that this woman definitely had the courage to kill everyone.
Some slaves finally got scared, turned around and wanted to escape. At this time, a sharp whistle sounded in the air, and several more grenades flew over. But this time the grenades passed high over their heads and fell behind. The dozens of people who escaped the fastest
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a corpse.
There was neither advancement nor retreat. The slaves didn't know what to do for a moment. Some timid people couldn't control their fear of death and fell to their knees with a plop, crying loudly and begging for mercy.
Zhao Yuying threw her backpack on the ground. From the untied mouth, she could see that it was full of Force grenades. Although she had used a lot of them, there was still half a pack left. She seemed not to be satisfied with the firepower.
Looking around, he found two boxes of gunpowder grenades under the table where Qianye was sitting. They were used by Qianye to scare the craftsmen.
She strode over, picked up with her toes, and hit two heavy boxes next to the big backpack. Zhao Yuying returned to her original position, bent down and grabbed two grenades, tossed them alternately in her hands, and looked at the opposite side with a sneer.
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There was a sudden commotion among the slaves, and the craftsmen on the other side of the Force Circle were all immersed in working hard without even looking over here.
Zhao Yuying said coldly: "I'll give you a way to survive. Who asked you to rush here just now? Point out that guy and all the old spider people. Otherwise, this box
There are so many things in there!”
Although most of the ones in front of them were gunpowder grenades, the slaves were not masters of the Force. For them, powerful gunpowder grenades and Force grenades had the same effect. As long as they exploded, they would die.
The slaves began to look left and right, and a dozen dark races were suddenly isolated in the crowd.
PS: Hurry up, hurry up, finally catch up with today’s update, what a hard life. Continue to code tomorrow’s update. As for adding more updates