Chapter 886

Bird Dragons are actually quite difficult opponents. Although their speed is not fast, their innate divine abilities cover a huge range and can be superimposed on each other. Moreover, they are incomparably strong, their magic power is surging, and they have thick skin and flesh. Even Power Shamans like Tian Yu holding Desolate Steel bows and arrows cannot shoot them; they are simply mobile air fortresses.

Facing the mobile fire storm, the Desolate Shamans of the fortress took the lead, and five giant weapons flew and slashed toward the Bird Dragons. Among them, a ten-zhang double-edged slashing knife was the most terrifying, with extremely fast speed, carrying a piece of black-red brilliance as it slashed into the Bird Dragon group, circled a large circle, and flew back, and blood rain bloomed in the sky in an instant, and more than a dozen Bird Dragons fell.

The power of the flying weapons thrown by the other Desolate Shamans was relatively much smaller, each beheading a few Bird Dragons.

The tribe suffered heavy losses, and a Bird Dragon at the rear that was several times larger than the other tribesmen let out a sharp whistle. A large piece of fire rain suddenly appeared over the fortress, falling in whole pieces. Some Power Shamans with weak strength couldn't dodge in time and were immediately burned until they rolled on the ground and screamed.

The Bird Dragons flying over each had two large balls on their claws. They threw the large balls toward the fortress with all their might from a thousand zhang away, and then the large balls disintegrated in the air, actually being countless small Desolate Beasts hugging each other. In the blink of an eye, there were small Desolate Beasts everywhere in the fortress, numbering in the thousands.

The Power Shamans were not surprised, each guarding their doors and traffic arteries tightly. Except for a few vertical and horizontal main roads, the rest of the roads in the fortress were very narrow, with high walls on both sides. Putting down two stone slabs could immediately seal the entire road.

At this time, Desolate Insects, war beasts, and Flame Demons had also reached the city walls and began to attack the city. Flame Demons could clearly leap and fly a hundred zhang, but they all honestly climbed the walls to attack the city.

The Power Shamans roared, wielding incomparably heavy weapons, smashing and beheading the groups of Desolate Demons attacking. But from time to time, one or two Power Shamans would be accidentally dragged off the city walls by Flame Demons. Whenever this happened, Master Master Ronglong would leap out of the city and snatch the Power Shamans back from the insect sea and demon mountain.

This battle was fought for four hours in one breath, until most of them died in battle, and the Flame Demons retreated.

The battle was fought for four hours, and Little Wei Yuan also watched quietly for four hours. Not far from him, four Power Shamans were guarding separately, not letting a single war beast approach Little Wei Yuan.

In the eyes of the crowd of Power Shamans, Little Wei Yuan was just staring blankly, as if he were scared silly. But at this moment in Little Wei Yuan's consciousness, another bookshelf was added, with space for over a hundred books reserved, and over a hundred Wei Yuans had begun to analyze the data of this battle.

Just one battle, and Little Wei Yuan saw quite a few things. The reserve team had been replaced four times, and the interval between replacing the front-line troops was not fixed, but changed with the battlefield situation. From this, it can be seen that Master Master Ronglong is truly a god of war, and his command during battle is also a masterpiece.

Besides this, more than seventy percent of the Power Shamans injured in this battle were injured, and more than a hundred Power Shamans were successively dragged outside the city by Flame Demons, but ninety percent were forcibly rescued by Master Master Ronglong. The other four Desolate Shamans worked together to rescue ten percent, and only one Power Shaman truly died in battle.

Master Master Ronglong's strength is unfathomable, while the other four Desolate Shamans are clearly divided in high and low. Yan Hu obviously has more killing power than defense, and his Dharma body is weaker than other Desolate Shamans, but his killing power is a grade higher. However, on the battlefield of the Desolate Realm, a strong Dharma body is the first priority; you must be able to withstand being hit to have killing power and battle results.

The flexibility of the Flame Demons' bodies exceeded Little Wei Yuan's previous expectations. Many Flame Demons had half of their bodies smashed flat, but they could still crawl up to fight, as if that half of their bodies didn't belong to them.

After analyzing the data of the entire battle, Little Wei Yuan was thinking about how to get the Qi luck of these Power Shamans?

Little Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly, the memory froze at a certain moment of the battlefield, and then he identified all the Power Shamans in the memory image, and marked the armor and weapons they used, as well as their unique divine abilities and combat methods.

After processing one moment of the image, Little Wei Yuan switched to another moment, repeated the above steps, and after a while, he had already marked and recorded all the Power Shamans and Desolate Shamans.

At this time, a Power Shaman beside him said: "The battle is over, and you can move freely. But Desolate Beasts and Flame Demons have very long lives, and many Desolate Beasts can still bite Shamans even with only one mouth left. It's best not to approach, wait until we finish cleaning up the battlefield."

Little Wei Yuan nodded and returned to his courtyard, instructing Lie Lie San Yi and Zhen Gang to move all the tools out. As expected, several Power Shaman warriors carrying damaged magic treasures soon came to the door, wanting to ask Little Wei Yuan to repair them.

The first Power Shaman placed a Desolate Steel slashing knife. This knife was extremely heavy, and there were many large and small gaps on the blade, many of which were gaps superimposed on gaps, obviously not having been repaired properly for a long time.

Little Wei Yuan reached out and touched the knife, immediately feeling extremely thick Qi luck, and the karma was also as thick as substance. Qi luck and karma were intertwined, suppressed deep in the knife body, and there were already faint signs of giving birth to spirituality. If this knife gives birth to spirituality, I'm afraid it will be a quite rare fierce spirit.

Little Wei Yuan carefully sensed for a moment before opening his eyes, only to see five eyes of different sizes in front of him staring at him dead, full of suspicion in their eyes.

"Can this knife still be repaired?" the five-eyed Power Shaman asked.

Little Wei Yuan didn't answer immediately, but asked back: "Why didn't you repair it before? Dragging it until now, it's very difficult to repair."