Chapter 58: Trash! (Drops pen)

  "The Demon Legion is still too weak, and Rayford also lacks experience in fighting against humans." Mo Yan, riding on the black dragon, looked at the retreating Parliament City Army below with some helplessness and said: "Although the warriors of Parliament City are known as the strongest in Eran, the First Legion was actually defeated to such an extent. I really can't accept it."

  Originally, Mo Yan was supposed to stay at Lei Ting Jue, having dispatched all his forces, and it could be said that he was weak at the time. If someone were to cause trouble or steal confidential information at this time, it would be easy to do so. Therefore, Mo Yan needed to personally guard Lei Ting Jue to prevent any chaos. However, Hei Long brought back a large number of Ren Mian Niao and after temporarily handing them over to the Party Guard's commander, Mo Yan got the opportunity to slip away.

  As the most powerful creature of Thunder, Mo Yan should have followed the legion to guard the defensive line. If he appeared on the battlefield now, the First Legion would not be in such a state, and as long as Mo Yan swung his giant axe into the formation of the Sart people, killing seven in and out, it would completely disrupt their formation, creating an opportunity for the monsters of the First Legion to attack.

  Not to mention the black dragon with a large number of massive destructive magic, the parliament city lost its facility to attack the dragon clan. The legion of the parliament city encountered the dragon clan in the wild, just like a sheep encountering a wolf. They could only retreat helplessly and were pursued by the black dragon all the way, and it was already lucky if one-tenth of them could escape back.

  Then Mo Yan didn't do that. Because if the people of Sault who had been hiding in Erland all along, without large-scale actual combat experience with others, then the demons who had been staying in the wild would have even less such experience. Although Mo Yan had done a lot of training in these aspects, the difference between training and actual combat was still very big.

  As a result, this time the declaration of war by the Parliament City inspired Mo Yan to think about tempering the First Legion. After all, as the commander-in-chief of the First Legion, Refora, who was also from Sartre, lacked such combat experience just like his opponents. Being able to make some adjustments in formation would already be a very talented person.

  On the mainland, the current popular war tactics are only half-baked. The second legion of Carthaginians may know how to fight, but they do not understand the terrain of Eran and some necessary knowledge in Eran. Letting them command the battle can only make the demon army be defeated by the Sartre People's Congress Alliance like their ancestors.

  Mo Yan had already made preparations for losses when he dispatched the two legions, but he did not expect that Rayfor would lose so badly. Although from the sky, it can be seen that the second legion has bitten into the rear of Sart's team, forcing them to split a team to block the second legion, but apparently such casualties are not what Mo Yan wants.

  The higher slopes on both sides can be a good defensive position, not only overlooking but also with a steep slope. Collecting some giant stones and moving them to the top of the mountain, they can be released when the Sault people attack, causing considerable casualties. Moreover, both sides can shoot crossbow arrows at the road in the mountain slope. If the Council City Alliance does not take away the positions set up on the mountain slope, it will have to pay a huge price to pass through.

  No matter how Mo Yan chose, he felt that as long as he paid a much smaller price than now, the Parliament City Allied Forces would retreat. And it is impossible to organize an army to come and conquer Thunder Ridge within this year. This period of time is enough for Mo Yan to build at least two armies, after all, compared to humans who grow slowly, monsters are born from the forest much faster.

  "Since it's already come to this, complaining won't do any good." Jones said as he flew around in mid-air, turning his head to say to Mo Yan: "Let's go down and take care of those insignificant ants. Anyone who dares to oppose the master will be burned to death!"

  "No choice, I can only use the Unparalleled to turn things around." Mo Yan stood up from Jones' back, picked up his own giant axe that was like a door panel, stretched his limbs and neck, making a series of crackling sounds, saying: "Indeed, sometimes in the face of overwhelming power, all strategies are useless." With that, Mo Yan jumped off the black dragon's body, aiming at the retreating Salter people.

  Whoosh! Boom! Mo Yan's tall body landed among the retreating crowd, and the massive impact sent several Sart people fleeing towards the camp flying out. The scattered stones in the air hit the armor of the surrounding Sart warriors, making a crackling sound.

  Such a shocking debut, all the people of Sault held their weapons tightly. Falling from such a high altitude, if it wasn't crazy, then it must be a powerful demon! However, after a while, the extremely tense Council City Allied soldiers found that there was no sound coming out of any hole after the demon fell.

  One by one, the Salters gripped their weapons tightly and slowly moved towards the pit to prevent any possible ambush. Finally, when they arrived at the side of the pit, they saw a Minotaur holding a piece of cloth, wrapping it around the broken handle of an axe. It seemed that the powerful force of the fall had caused the wooden handle of the Minotaur's axe to break into two segments under the impact of landing.

  "Hey! Wait a minute." The Minotaur, holding a strip of cloth torn from his clothes and wrapping it around the broken axe handle, turned to the approaching Sault warriors and said: "My weapon isn't durable, let me fix it! Just a moment!"

  "Die, monster!" A young warrior from the Salt tribe, gripping his spiked mace, leapt into the pit and swung at the Minotaur, who was desperately trying to repair its broken weapon.

  Boom! A human figure flew into the air, landing ten meters away from the crater that had been blasted out. The blood that flowed out splattered others in the face, only then did they realize what had just happened in an instant. The young man who had rushed over was now left with only half of his body still in the crater, his youthful face frozen in a fierce expression, as if he were still fighting.

  "It's still too young." The cow person looked at the broken axe handle that was too heavy to be fixed and sighed, as well as the young man's corpse, and said with a sigh: "I jumped down from such a high place, do you think it would be something you can solve? I give up fixing this thing, next time I'll just make a full metal one, Jones should be able to carry it."

  "What the... what are you?!" The warriors surrounded Mo Yan but didn't dare to take a step forward. No one had seen clearly how that blow happened, in the previous second the young man was still intact and in the next second only his upper body remained. This couldn't be an ordinary Minotaur, even the youngest recruits of the Council City Garrison could easily kill several such magical creatures.

  Even if it were the kind of battle that had just begun, fully armed and trained Minotaur, the Parliament City Alliance could achieve a loss ratio of one to three. But the Minotaur in front of them was different from any they had ever seen, possessing an incredible power that even the brave Sault people felt a hint of fear before him.

  "They have all declared war on me, yet they don't even know who I am?" Mo Yan said with a somewhat amused tone: "I brought prosperity and flourishing to E Lan, and lived in peace with you. Yet you disregard honor and declare war on me, this is seeking death!"

  "Why have you stopped?! Retreat quickly!" A short man, who had seen the anomaly next to the pit, rode his horse over and yelled at the stunned Sault warriors: "The Black Dragon's magic is almost ready! Everyone disperse! Don't gather together, scatter!"

  Mo Yan smiled and grasped the battle axe with only half a handle, swinging it at the surrounding Salter warriors who were stunned. Seeing Mo Yan start his attack, the completely dazed Salter people came back to their senses, holding their weapons and charging towards Mo Yan. But they were cut into pieces one by one, with limbs, heads, internal organs, and blood instantly filling the ground of the pit.

  Just as Mo Yan caught up with the last warrior who was staying by the pit, and turned him into a human stick. A dazzling flash of light came towards Mo Yan from mid-air, and the angry roar unique to the Sart people revealed the identity of the comer, a Sart warrior wielding this long sword. The sword light was fast and stable, straight stabbing at Mo Yan's eyes.

  For such an attack, Mo Yan was not in the mood. Perhaps in other people's eyes, this sword was very fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the tip of the sword advancing, but in Mo Yan's eyes, such a speed could only be considered normal. Mo Yan, who had been tortured by his instructor with a small knife, was completely unimpressed by such speed.

  Mo Yan dodged the thrust with a slight tilt of his head, clenching his fist and striking towards his opponent's abdomen. However, it was clear that his opponent was no ordinary person, as he had a good grasp of the rhythm of battle. In the instant when Mo Yan's sword stabbed into thin air, he lightly pushed open the long sword in his hand, and at the same time twisted his body to dodge Mo Yan's fist, using the momentum to charge towards Mo Yan's back. His intention was to catch the long sword that had just been sent out, and attack Mo Yan from behind.

  "Too sweet!" Mo Yan exclaimed, dodging the punch and forcefully lifting his knee to strike the attacker's abdomen. The tremendous force caused the attacker to spit out blood foam, crashing into the slope of the pit. If Mo Yan hadn't been so curious about his speed and had held back some energy, that one blow would have smashed him into a pulp!

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