Heavy footsteps sounded, and the magic puppet, which looked very rough, stepped out with the roar of magic energy.

The metal body, which is more than three meters tall, is extremely oppressive. With the rotation of the metal arm, under the synchronous control of the Templar, the magic puppet accurately grasped the rope.

Because of the shape of the palm, when the pair of pliers closed tightly and tightened the rope, the bug was already chasing the female warrior who was responsible for provoking and attracted its attention ran four or five meters away!

Buzz!

The rope was stretched straight by the sudden huge force, and a slight scream was heard!

The worm burning in anger was suddenly bound to the spot less than one meter away from the samurai, and his sharp mouthpart almost hit the samurai!

Taking advantage of the sudden inertia, the demon hunter let go of the weapon he used to fix his body, landed skillfully on the ground, rolled forward and removed the inertia, and then rushed out of the attack range of the insects.

Xu Yichen stood up, moved and slid sideways, avoided the attack of a swift insect, and kicked his enemy out with one kick.

I observed the battlefield from the corner of my eyes. The defense line at the gate was already lost. The slave soldiers, as the main defenders, have been completely wiped out, leaving only a few survivors who formed a circular formation, and were submerged in the insect tide in the blink of an eye.

The mercenaries showed their true abilities at the moment of life and death, and for a moment they withstood the first wave of the insects, but they were also in a state of perseverance.

The Demon Hunter gritted his teeth and picked up a super long spear from the ground that the slave soldiers used before. The length of this thing was originally more than five meters long, but the one in the Demon Hunter's hand was cut off by some insect, leaving only less than three meters.

With the power of the magic puppet, the magic energy was transformed into power, and the huge force pulled the insect from the high-speed moving state!

Not only that, with Abraham's movements, the magic puppet dragged the rope and walked towards the huge iron box, step by step, and the three-legged structure supported by the three-legged one at this time was as steady as a mountain.

The samurai who avoided the attack of the insect was a little different. He gave the insect a kind meeting gift without hesitation with his own shackle.

[Slaying the Flame] Three hideous wolf teeth, waving the huge force of the female warrior, drew a semicircular trajectory and smacked heavily on the insect's face.

With a puff, black blood splattered the female warrior's face, and half of the insect's face was smashed into a sunken place, and a compound eye disappeared directly in this attack.

The insect ate this damage and tried fiercely to swallow the enemy that hurt him in one bite. But he was dragged away step by step by step by step by the magic puppet behind him, getting further and further away from his target.

Amid the unwilling roar of the insect, the mage Witt also screamed, but he lost the initiative and finally could only warn him below: "Don't cause irreparable harm to the experimental subject! I swear, if the insect dies, you will all have to be buried with you!"

The demon hunter, who ignored the mage's words, held a spear in his hand. After a short ten meters of acceleration, he skipped past the samurai with the whistling sound of the wind.

"Drive me!" The spear in his hand was covered with silver flames under the bonus of [Pure Fire]. Although Xu Yichen knew that doing so would not cause additional damage to the enemy in front of him, the flames spontaneously surrounded the weapons in his hand.

The spear was under the control of the demon hunter and accurately pierced from the joint where the insect supported the leg. The huge force drove the spear to penetrate the other side of the joint!

"Hiss!" The mage Witt stood on the tower and took a breath, feeling as if his knee had been pierced.

The insect's body shook for a moment, and suddenly lost half of its power point. Under the drag of the magic puppet, he limped and left a black blood path on the ground.

Not far away, the open metal box was like a monster with a huge mouth, waiting for the prey to walk in by itself.

The bug kept roaring, but under the siege of several professionals, there was no chance to cut off the rope that controlled itself.

Seeing that his goal was already under control, the mage Witt finally smiled satisfactorily. Although it was not that perfect, what else could you expect these barbarians to do?

Seeing that the battle situation below was decided, the mage Witt looked at the fortress that had been broken through and felt that these slave soldiers were going to sacrifice, so they were loyal to their duties.

As for these mercenaries, he frowned and looked at the Cyris below, and he vowed not to hire organized mercenaries again.

"You'd better do something!" The demon hunter picked up another super spear. As the corpse of the slave soldiers was torn to pieces by the insects, it was thrown everywhere, and this weapon was almost everywhere: "If we die, I promise to take this ugly guy away!"

Witt sighed and applied for remote support from the above. Seeing his points decreasing rapidly, he was in a very bad mood: "In one minute, a simulated signal source will appear one thousand meters east of the fortress. It will emit the fluctuations of the nest owner. These bugs will be attracted for a short time, leave here and gather. If you die during this period, I won't blame me."

The demon hunter nodded at the Templar's defense line, and Abraham manipulated the magic puppet step by step to pull the target towards the metal container.

Compared with the words of those mages, Abraham would rather believe the promises of these mercenaries, because these people were fighting for their lives, which made him a little envious.

Under the rule of the Witch King, these people who failed to become mages have almost nothing truly free, including death and thought.

During the three months he became the Templar, he had seen too many slaves torn to pieces by the bugs. Until the moment of death, these slaves remained silent, just like their previous lives.

Even when facing death, I don't have the qualification to scream because of fear.

Abraham looked at the screaming mercenaries with some envy, and for the first time he felt that fate was so unfair to him!

Why do you have the right to waste our lives so much?

Why do you stand tall and watch us fight for an ugly insect like an ant, and your life is wasted meaninglessly?

Why are we born slaves? Abraham's eyes flashed with flames, and he controlled the magic puppet to drag the wailing insect backwards into the metal box.

"I want to have the right to roar when facing death." Abraham silently said to himself as he looked at the automatically closed metal box.
Chapter completed!