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"Oh!!!"

Stimulated by the reward, the morale of the Warren family, which was frustrated by the destruction of the flag, was rekindled, even more fiery than before.

The warriors who got the promise shouted loudly, spears lined up like thunder, and the sword and shield soldiers smashed their shields with their hilts. The excited roars and shouts of killing were deafening.

Gibber nodded with satisfaction. "Fine, follow me..."

"Boom!"

A low and heavy muffled sound came from the rear of the Jiber Army, followed by screams that sounded one after another.

"what?"

"Help... help!"

"Disperse, disperse quickly!!!" Accompanied by a piercing scream, everyone who followed the sound saw an extremely shocking scene.

The man who ripped apart the flag of the Warren family before actually lifted the nearly ten-meter-long oak flagpole. Compared with the thick and long flagpole, he was like an ant playing with toothpicks.

However, the flagpole, which weighed at least half a ton, was as light as a small wooden stick in his hand. With a seemingly random wave, more than a dozen knights were swept away.

Those who were hit vomited blood in midair, and some of those who were swept from the side or even from the back had their entire bodies folded on the flagpole at a strange angle, and they stopped moving before they were hit and flew out.

"God of war is above!"

"Strange...monster!"

In the terrified eyes of Ji Bojun, the shirtless man let out a loud shout, erected a thick black oak flagpole, and smashed it violently on the ground, and the dust in the sky followed like smoke. The shock wave spread rapidly.

The soldiers nearby only felt a violent swaying under their feet, as if they had been hit by the [War Trample] of the barbarians. down.

After an unexpected blow, the Wallen family's mighty advance was abruptly stopped, and a riot broke out in the rear of the thousands of people, and the soldiers who were closer were shocked by the terrifying power. Faceless.

Ji Bo stared at the smoke caused by the dust in surprise, always feeling that this man's moves were a bit familiar, it seemed to be similar to the entry-level stick skills learned by the guards, swiping his legs, twisting his wrists and hitting his head, and then...

"Stop!"

Gibber's eyes widened, he turned his horse's head and ran back like crazy, knocking down and killing several ordinary soldiers who couldn't dodge along the way, but he was still a step too late.

I saw that the muscles on the young man's arms suddenly tightened, and his feet, legs, knees, and waist exerted force in turn, using himself as the axis to swing the flagpole into a semicircle.

The thick flagpole brought an incomparably violent storm, and an archer who was farther away was knocked to the ground by the strong wind. He was rubbing his eyes to see what was going on, but he was hit by a stench and burning object. Blurred face.

"Yuck!"

He reached out and touched something like minced meat on his face, and in the next second he knelt on the ground and vomited in darkness. There were not a few people around him like him, and some people who were not firm enough even trembled with blood on their faces. He desperately crawled into the distance, for fear that in the next second he would also become a mess of filth that splashed on others.

"The devil... the devil!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

If you look down from right above the battlefield, a different color suddenly appears on the ground composed of loess and crowds.

It was a semicircle sprinkled with bright red, and within that open space with a radius of more than ten meters, apart from the man, there was nothing taller than a chair alive.

Gibral stopped his horse and stared at the man who was gasping for breath.

Sweep the legs, smash the head, sweep!

Just as he thought, he only used the stick skills that the guards often used when training their blocking skills. They belonged to the basics, and their lethality was pitifully low.

But under the ten-meter-long flagpole and the inhuman strength, this trivial three-hit combo turned into the most terrifying killing move. The entire position of the rear army seemed to be rolled over by a huge stone roller, and all the living things around the man were instantly emptied.

Those who got closer could still leave stumps and broken arms. Those who were hit by the end of the flagpole were directly bombarded by this terrifying attack into a cloud of blood, which turned into a scarlet at the end of the black oak flagpole.

Looking at the flagpole covered with minced meat and wreckage, Gilber was extremely regretful and hated why he agreed to make such a strong black oak flagpole in the first place.

Under William's heavy blow just now, the morale of the Warren family almost fell to the bottom.

Even if there were not many people who actually died under the stick just now, it wouldn't exceed 50 people if they died. For Jiber's army of nearly 20,000 people, it was only a drop in the bucket, but the blow to morale was devastating.

Usually after a battle, most of the people who are really killed are pariahs and non-professionals, and the casualty rate is generally not more than 20%. If the enemy retreats quickly, even the battle damage rate will only be a few percent. ~www.novelmt.com~ However, none of the people who took the stick just now survived. Within William's attack range, the survival rate of everyone was zero, not even a dozen professionals. be spared.

In the face of such a situation of ten dead and no life, no one will dare to rush up. The range kill + terrorist attack that is unreasonable for ordinary people is exactly the fourth-order professional who can change the situation of the war by himself. where the qualifications lie.

Although William is only a Tier 2, but after getting a suitable weapon, the effect is even more terrifying than the average Tier 4 professional.

It is said that there must be brave men under the heavy reward, but being brave and not afraid of death does not mean that they can launch a mortal charge. This kind of death method of being crushed to death like an ant has far exceeded the ability of ordinary people.

With a livid face, he looked around at the nearly 100 soldiers who were almost collapsed. Seeing their panic and fear, Jiber clenched his teeth.

He must not be allowed to kill like this anymore. As long as he does this twice, his army will flee in all directions. If Roman and Emile are taking the opportunity to attack, the Warren family will be killed today. day!

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Along with Jiber's roar, a large amount of earth and stones were absorbed by him, forming layers of thick armor, and this layer of armor continued to thicken.

By the time he reached 20 meters in front of William, Gilbert had become a behemoth over three meters tall. Like a mad rhino, it rushed towards William who was holding the flagpole.

The huge weight stomped on the ground, and all the people blocking the road turned into a blur of flesh and blood on the stone armor. The huge impact was daunting.

"Give me death!"