The trees are tall and overgrown with weeds, let alone more than a thousand people, even if 10,000 people hide here, it is difficult to find.
Coupled with Qin Ming's surpassing dragon-level demon hunting seal, he was not worried that a large number of poisonous demon warriors would just come over.
With the imprint of seeking magic beyond the dragon level, he is in the dark, and the power of the poison is in the light.
If it weren't for too many warriors in the Poison Demon Dragon Realm, Qin Ming wouldn't have to worry about not winning.
Sitting on the ground, all the Dragon Realm warriors of the Cloud City Alliance were very happy, and they won another battle.
However, the faces of several deputy leaders and Qin Ming kept stern.
"You are very happy that you have defeated a small team of poisonous demon forces?" Qin Ming stood up, hating that iron cannot become a steel track.
Hearing this, the warriors were stunned.
In their opinion, the Poison Demon Warrior is powerful and can defeat the seven hundred dragon realm Poison Demon and wipe them all out. Why not be happy?
They believe that after this battle is spread, the prestige of the Cloud City Alliance will be even higher, and they will follow the glory.
This was the seven hundred poison demons in the dragon realm. They just lost nearly three hundred people and killed all the seven hundred poison demons.
No matter who is watching this battle, they will think it is a big victory.
With a slight sigh, Qin Ming slowly said, "I took advantage of it, but nearly three hundred people died. What is there to be happy about?"
"I tell you, my goal is to kill all these dragon realm poison demons. Only fifty people will die at most. This is the goal in my mind."
"And in my opinion, if your strength is not too weak and you don't know how to cooperate, I think there are more than 50 dead."
The requirements are too strict.
Many warriors underneath heard Qin Ming's words and felt that Qin Ming's request was too much.
There is no undead in a war. It is a great victory to win this battle at the cost of three hundred people.
Seeing the warriors disapproving, Lianren stood up and criticized loudly: "Look at you, especially the new warriors who joined the Cloud City Alliance. You have all suffered injuries to varying degrees."
"Look at the old warriors of the Cloud City Alliance. How many died and how many were injured?"
Hearing that, the warriors looked at the old warriors of the Yuncheng Alliance nearby. These people looked serious and unsmiling, and did not take this victory into their hearts.
Only themselves and others are complacent. They can see from these people that they are very dissatisfied with the result of this battle.
Is this battle really so bad?
Many warriors have doubts in their hearts.
It defeated the vicious and vicious power of poison demon. Although it was only a small team, there were seven hundred people.
Killed seven hundred people, are they still not satisfied?
"What's going on, why these people die very rarely? Did they deliberately let us die in front when they were commanding?" At this time, a warrior with a face full of flesh, full of anger and loudly accused.
Hearing this warrior's reminder, other people also carefully looked at the old warriors of the Cloud City Alliance. From this look, they found that most of the 300 people who had just died were new warriors who joined the Cloud City Alliance.
Very few of these old warriors suffered serious injuries, let alone died, even fewer.
A total of more than 800 people, only two died.
In a team of more than 1,600 people, 300 people died, but in the team, a group of people died very rarely, which is very abnormal.
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