My Passive Skills are Invincible!

As they reacted, the warriors behind Mike launched an assault!

They charged forward from both sides, like a tidal wave, with overwhelming momentum!

With the addition of the Sword of the King, everyone's movement speed increased by 100%!

This speed was something the Dwarves and Trolls had never seen before.

"F*ck! Why are they so fast!"

"Quickly counterattack, quick!"

Facing the human soldiers who were coming at them menacingly, the Trolls and Dwarves were completely flustered.

Even if some people could still maintain their rationality and were constantly reminding everyone to quickly counterattack, the effect was minimal.

They simply could not understand the current situation.

Why would the human soldiers appear here?

Could it be that the vanguard forces in front had lost?

Even if they had lost, they should have caused a lot of damage to the human troops.

Why did they still have so many soldiers?

Also, why were they so fast?!!!

One had to know that this was a basin.

These human troops were diving from a high altitude.

With the addition of the Sword of the King, their speed was remarkably fast.

In the blink of an eye, these human troops had already rushed in front of the Troll and Dwarf warriors.

A fierce battle had officially begun!

In the short first round of confrontation, many Dwarves and Troll warriors had sacrificed their lives on the spot.

The death of their comrades and the blood on the ground made them react quickly.

If they did not counterattack, all of them would die here.

Many raised their weapons and attacked the human soldiers.

However, something unexpected happened.

This round of counterattacks did not cause any effective damage to the human soldiers!

Their attacks landed on the human soldiers as if they were cutting through steel.

However, the attacks of these human soldiers were extremely powerful.

Almost every strike could cut their enemy's body in half.

This was a situation that they had never seen before.

Whether it was the Trolls or the Dwarves, they were all races that worshipped strength.

There were very few mages in their race.

Most of them were warriors who fought with their bodies.

Under normal circumstances, it should be the humans who could not withstand the attacks of the Trolls and Dwarves.

Moreover, it should be very difficult for the human's attacks to deal effective damage to the Trolls and Dwarves.

Why was the situation completely reversed now?

In their eyes, how were these human soldiers still the weak race in their impression?

These people were clearly living god of war!

How could they possibly win against such enemies?!

Many NPC soldiers had already started to flee.

However, under the human soldiers' extremely fast speed, they were unable to effectively pull away from the enemies behind them.

Gradually, they began to take off their armor and throw it on the ground.

It was just to lighten the burden on their bodies.

Other than tragic, there were no other words to describe the scene of this battle.

Orne and Tim were so anxious that they shouted,

"Come back and fight! You bunch of cowards, you are deserters!"

However, no one paid any attention to them.

You were the commanding general, of course, you could say such words.

We were fighting with our lives!

Do we have to fight even if we were clearly going to die?

After hearing Orne and Tim's words, not only did they not stop, they ran even faster!

This made the human soldiers extremely happy.

Especially those from the Bandit Alliance.

Their eyes almost lit up when they saw the armor all over the ground.

This was all money!

However, they did not stop to pick up the equipment. Instead, they continued to chase after those fleeing enemies.

They were greedy, but they were not stupid!

After the battle, these spoils of war all belongs to their boss.

They had contributed so much, so naturally, they could get a share of the rewards.

If they stopped to pick up the equipment, it would essentially be reducing their own gains.

Because only by killing more enemies could they get more spoils of war.

Therefore, this group of bandits charged even more bravely than the ordinary human soldiers.

This made the soldiers even more convinced that these bandits were indeed bloodthirsty lunatics, they should not be trifled with!

Mike did not know what the soldiers were thinking.

He looked at the brave bandits that he had personally recruited into the army and nodded with satisfaction.

After all, these bandits were all his subordinates, he was naturally gratified.

The battlefield was almost in a state of ruins.

Almost all the Trolls and Dwarves soldiers had thrown away their armor, but they were still not as fast as the human soldiers.

One by one, the Trolls and Dwarves soldiers fell to the ground and were harvested mercilessly like wheat in autumn.

Anyone could see that this battle was a clear victory for the humans.

Just as Orne and Tim were disheartened, an unexpected situation suddenly occurred!

A large group of human figures surged into the battlefield like a wave, blocking the human soldiers.

This sudden situation caused the human warriors to slow down.

They glared at the people in front of them and raised their weapons to attack.

However, the other party did not fight back at all. They were focused on picking up the equipment on the ground!

These guys were the Troll and Dwarf players!

For them, losing 10% of their EXP was not particularly unfortunate.

However, the equipment on the ground was all valuables!

Picking up one was not a loss; picking up two was a profit!

Who was the scariest person in the world?

A person who was not afraid of death!

The human soldiers could not do anything to them.

Even with the blessing of the Sword of the King, they only needed a casual strike to end their lives.

However, there were simply too many of them!

After their attack, more of them would appear.

The situation was actually affected by the unstable factors on the battlefield!

The number of spoils of war on the ground was rapidly decreasing, and the bandits were getting anxious.

The fleeing Trolls and Dwarves warriors were also getting further and further away, and the human soldiers were also getting anxious.

Under this kind of mood, their killing speed also became faster and faster.

However, the more they killed, the more excited the players became.

Because they had already made a fortune!

Even if they were killed and had lost one or two pieces of equipment, overall, they would still make a fortune.

However, just as each of them was brimming with smiles, a calm voice suddenly sounded from the chaotic battlefield.

"You want to take away my spoils of war?

"I will make you regret it."

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if it was hitting their souls.

All the players' hands froze because they knew who the person who said this was.

God Slayer!