The blood-soaked Ogre Lord lay on the ground, his legs flailing, trying to get away from the white-robed woman who was approaching step by step.
Both ugly heads showed terror, and they babbled incoherently:
"Demons!"
"Demons! They are the demons!"
"Wuwu, I want to go home... Mama... Mama..."
"..."
"What's blocking us..."
Suddenly.
Suddenly, a bloody head of one of his kin "plop" fell onto his belly.
The Ogre hastily looked back and saw a mountain of heads piled behind him, so frightened that he pushed away the head in his hand.
"Human, this is the territory where the Sinful Demon King rules all realms! If you kill me, you won't escape either!"
"Right! Let us go, and we will definitely keep it a secret!"
"....."
Listening to the Ogre's incoherent babbling, Meng Xi realized it was impossible to pry anything out of him.
Clang—
The sword light flashed and disappeared, and the longsword returned to its sheath with a clang.
The Ogre only felt a chill on his neck, and subconsciously reached out to touch it—
Pfft!
Two blood-red slits suddenly opened, and scarlet blood gushed from the neat cuts.
Both heads simultaneously lost their vitality and rolled to the ground.
"General, everything is cleared."
Zhang Fan and A Huang, with blood all over them, came excitedly to Meng Xi, arm in arm, to report.
"Mm."
Meng Xi nodded slightly, looked at their blood-soaked and disheveled appearance, and asked, "Are you two alright?"
"Thank you for your concern, General, we are fine!" Zhang Fan laughed heartily.
A Huang also chuckled and chimed in, "Not a drop of blood on us is our own! I feel like these foreign races are even weaker than the ones we dealt with before! After two rounds of breath from the little white dragon, we rushed up and dealt with them like cutting melons and vegetables. Only 1 person was seriously injured, 20 people were lightly injured, and no one died."
The Ogres' physical strength was already extremely formidable.
Among the myriad races, they were one of the few races with low aptitude but an average level far exceeding civilizations of the same tier.
This territory had nearly three thousand Ogres.
Half of them had reached the third tier in strength.
The Ogre Lord in front of them even possessed terrifying fourth-tier power!
The reason why the two felt like they were cutting melons and vegetables was purely because they were far from the territory, allowing the effect of 'Drinking Horse at the Vast Sea' to reach its 300% damage bonus limit.
"That's good."
Meng Xi naturally did not explain, she waved her hand and said, "Pour the wine, sacrifice to the heavens!"
"Alright!"
A Huang, Zhang Fan, and the other warriors moved a large number of wine jars from the Ogre warehouse.
They opened the lids and, following Meng Xi's instructions, poured all of it over the Ogre heads.
"With ten thousand skulls as a sacrifice, and Wolf Mountain as a vow, may Your Majesty live for ten thousand years!"
Meng Xi finished speaking and threw the torch in her hand.
The pile of Ogre heads instantly burst into raging flames!
【Wolf Mountain Flag Sacrifice (After a large-scale war victory, sacrificing enemy corpses to the heavens grants the entire army a 100% combat power increase, lasting 12 hours.)】
Almost at the same time—
An indescribable power continuously surged from within Zhang Fan and A Huang.
"This is..."
They clearly felt their strength continuously rising, gradually reaching the peak of the fourth tier.
The two couldn't help but get excited again, their brows showing intense fighting spirit!
"Destroy the Lord's Hall, burn everything that cannot be taken away!"
Meng Xi issued the military order.
The entire team operated like precise gears.
It wasn't until the Ogre territory was engulfed in raging flames and thick black smoke that Aolan Emu arrived late with his army.
"Where are they?"
Looking at the Ogre territory, which was on fire on all sides, Aolan Emu angrily lifted the Orc beside him and roared, "Didn't you just say you saw them?"
The strong Orc, in the hand of the nearly five-meter-tall Aolan Emu, was like a helpless infant, trembling as he replied, "Lord Demon King, they were still here twenty minutes ago, I swear!"
Bang—
Aolan Emu threw the Orc away, then, both surprised and enraged, he ordered, "Search! Dig three feet deep, you must find them today!"
He had originally thought the opponents were just a group of low-strength foreign races, but he never expected that within just three hours, this mysterious team had already destroyed four territories!
One must know....
These vassal lords under his command were all elite forces.
More than ten thousand vassal legions were inexplicably slaughtered before they even had a chance to participate in the King's Trial mission.
How could Aolan Emu not be afraid!
This was where the subsequent myriad races' allied army was to gather.
If his vassal lords died, it would be a minor matter, but if it delayed the oracle issued by the Supreme God....
Even if he was a Demon Prince, he would not escape cruel punishment!
"Master!"
Suddenly—
A message came from a vassal lord on the friends list: "That mysterious team has appeared a hundred kilometers to the east!"
"How much?"
Aolan Emu thought he had misheard.
"They... are a hundred kilometers away."
The sender: "And they also massacred two territories..."
A hundred kilometers away, twenty minutes!
This speed has already exceeded the scope of a fourth-tier creature!
But—
Just as Aolan Emu was still unsure of the accuracy of the news.
A message suddenly popped up in the private chat interface.
Hope Moss: "What are you doing, look at the channel!"
Aolan Emu frowned and opened the Myriad Races channel.
"Oh my god! Is this really in the Demon King's stronghold?"
"That army has an hostile tag, it's definitely Super Love Farming!"
"We haven't even made a move, and he's already started to counterattack? The picture seems to be the Burning Demon's territory, right? A Saint Spirit-level territory, destroyed by these few hundred people? What a joke!"
"According to unofficial news... it's not just this one that was destroyed. As of now, at least six or seven territories have been completely massacred, with no survivors."
"That's too terrifying, is that really a human lord!"
"..."
Aolan Emu scrolled up through the records and quickly found the source of the message.
"Everyone, quickly look, this is a picture my friend temporarily sent first jpg..."
Click on the picture.
In the hazy sky, a white giant dragon with a declared hostile tag was breathing fire.
There were also dozens of Elf archers on them, drawing their bowstrings and harvesting the demon creatures fleeing in panic on the ground.
The photographer seemed to be lying on the ground, and in his view, a white-robed woman holding a sword looked at him indifferently, her beautiful face full of cold killing intent.
After this picture, the photographer was never heard from again.
He had obviously met with misfortune.
"It really is his troop!"
Confirming the intelligence, Aolan Emu gasped, then realized he had gotten into big trouble.
"No, it can't affect the allied army's assembly!"
After weighing the pros and cons.
He quickly turned and instructed a Sinful Demon in blood-colored armor, "I'll leave it to you, Gruggier!"
"Assisting the young master is our duty."
Gruggier understood his meaning and nodded, "Leave it to me!"
He watched the other party lead a thousand fourth-tier peak guard legions into the distance.
Aolan Emu took a deep breath.
Fortunately, before the Day of Descent, his family had given him this batch of top-tier combat power from the Trial Land.
Otherwise, he really would have no way to deal with this mysterious team with super high mobility.
"With a Supreme Hero leading the team, no matter how many flashy tricks you play, they are useless in the face of absolute power!"
