"You have broken the agreement between lord Morrel and lord king. You are a sinner in hell!"
The Minotaur didn't listen to the commander's words. He didn't really feel the terrible cooperation of the Erathians. He didn't believe that the weak human beings could resist the heretics he led.
Minotaur's attitude also made rod's eyes cold. A commander who didn't cooperate with him could not let him use the power of pagans.
"I've heard that Minotaurs have great power. Even in the whole nigon, their power is the most outstanding, even comparable to the black dragon." Rod seemed to have something on his mind, he volunteered.
"Of course, power is the glory of Tauren's blood!" Minotaur raised his head, as if to praise rod very much.
Rod looked contemptuously. The blood of Tauren is made up by the magician. How can the angel born from nature compare with the devil in terms of the power contained in the blood? He continued to say to Minotaur, "I don't know how your strength compares with mine?"
"You?" The Minotaur raised his head up, which brought Goliath's whole body into his eyes. He drew a figure to himself, and said with some frustration, "you are a legendary creature in hell, and I can't compare my power."
Tardon's Minotaur didn't notice. When he answered rod's question, agran, who was still beside him, and the commander farezer, all stepped back.
"Now that you know it, why don't you cooperate with me?"
When Minotaur heard rod's words, he was in a daze. The dreary wind came from his head. He only felt the top of his head was dark, but when he looked up, he saw a huge hand coming down from the sky.
Realizing that it was not right, Minotaur put his big arm across his head, trying to resist the attack from the sky.
However, in the face of Minotaur's axe, the giant hand did not dodge, so he went up.
Minotaur felt an irresistible force, which came from the axe in his hand. His hand couldn't bear it. Under the action of the force, he bent and twisted, then his upper body and his bones.
When the giant hand clapped firmly, Minotaur no longer had any interesting breath.
The sudden change surprised the heretics nearby. They didn't understand what had happened and why the good giant just said suddenly started.
Rod raised Goliath's arm, and then used the fusion ceremony to restore the tiny wound in the palm of his hand. He said to the heretics nearby, "don't be nervous. I'm just joking with your commander. Isn't he standing there now?"
Rod's words stunned the heretics who came here with Minotaur. They looked at Minotaur's original position and then subconsciously rubbed their eyes. Minotaur, who had turned into a rag of meat under the slap of a giant hand, stood in the same place perfectly. Except that the handle of the axe had been twisted to a certain extent, it seemed that nothing had happened,
"Lord Minotaur, are you all right?" A sorcerer who didn't understand what happened asked the Minotaur tentatively, "did that Goliath do something to you? If so, I'll feed back the news to Lord Morrel for you. She won't easily forgive this monster! "
Listening to the magician's story, rod's face changed slightly. These heretics are the nigon Legion under the command of Mollier. He doesn't want to attract the attention of the big red dragon because of his actions.
Minotaur took a look at the magician and the broken axe handle in his hand. He pulled off all the remaining handle and threw it out.
The magician never thought that his simple inquiry would lead to death. He felt the axe flying fast. He just wanted to move it for a moment to get away, but suddenly he couldn't move.
Not far away, the ferocious face of the great devil seemed to occupy all his attention. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were firmly attracted by the action of the great devil. The big devil's action of gently wiping the scythe in his hand seems to be telling him that no matter where he goes with instant movement, the big devil will take his life with the scythe in his hand in an instant.
Until Minotaur's axe came to him, he didn't dodge. Under the great devil's gaze, he couldn't make any response at all.
The axe fell into his body, but he was still castrated. He flew away with him until he hit the collapsed house in the city.
"Lord Goliath helped us win! He is the greatest hero of our conquest of the city of kana. From now on, all pagans should obey his command! "
Soon, Minotaur's voice sounded again, but this time, his attitude had completely changed.
The heretics nearby watched this scene with fear. Before their eyes, the Minotaur seemed to have changed a person in a moment, just like the original garrison in the city. It seemed that some power had changed their mind.
"Lord Minotaur is right. If Lord Goliath can get to the battle field of Canna in time, he must have been instructed by Queen Morrel. He must have been sent by the queen to help us!"
At this moment, the heretic, whose clothes were still stained with blood and whose body had just been embedded by the axe, stood up again and said the same words as Minotaur in the eyes of a crowd of heretics who were afraid or suspicious.
"The realm of death..."
Rod meditated on the important power to change their attitude. He could not help but feel a sense of enlightenment in the field of death he got from spiritualism. Maybe this is the real use of the field of death.
The resurrected creatures in the field of death look like ordinary creatures, except that they are completely under rod's control. The difference between these creatures and ordinary creatures is that their body temperature is usually low, but even the leaders of the magic guild can't see the abnormality from them. The breath of the undead has been completely covered.
Depending on the existence of death field, rod can do many things that are difficult to do by camouflage magic, such as using the original consciousness of other creatures to control the pagan army.
If time is up, rod would like to transform all the heretics into his own power through the field of death, but they are not rod's most important goal. It is enough to achieve these goals.