You Long is still on his way at this moment.
The giant scorpion that appeared was easily killed by him with his gun.
Now he naturally doesn't know that the Western server has dispatched a four-level player just because of him.
Daji on the side seemed to have forgotten the struggle between the Blooming Flowers Alliance and You Long. She still walked happily, running to tease You Long from time to time. When she saw You Long running away in embarrassment, she would giggle.
At the same time, while walking along the way, You Long was also reflecting on the battle with Mu Jin just now, which once again exposed his shortcomings - lack of attack methods.
It seems that the wandering dragon has many means of attack, including the old man's mysterious spear skills, the dragon-seeking hand, the skills of the sharp spear user, and the dragon-capturing skill. But if the opponent is like Hibiscus, who uses long-distance attacks as his main method, he will be very embarrassed. I had faced off against Qie Sui Fengxing in an arena before, but because the environment at that time was an arena and the scope was limited, it was not obvious.
But now it's a wild, no-holds-barred scenario. Even if his opponent didn't have weird adventures like Mu Jin and could walk in the void, he believed that he would still be so embarrassed when facing someone like Hou Yi from Tianyun Tower or Soul Lock from Yongda City.
As top-notch ranger players, they have their own unique tools. With Qingshan's strangely weighted arrows, he didn't believe that Hou Yi and Suo Hun, the two knights known as the strongest rangers in the Eastern server, wouldn't have their own methods. As for following the trend... Although he is also a ranger as a profession, because he has mastered double-gun proficiency and Mino fire gun skills, his playing style is far different from that of a normal ranger, so more people regard him as a hidden profession. , but did not treat him as a ranger.
But after much thought, I still have no solution.
He also found that his recent strength had reached a bottleneck.
It is extremely difficult to level up, and the old man's three special skills such as Spearmanship, Dragon Seeking Hand, and Cloud Dragon Steps are also at a bottleneck and unable to advance further. This feeling makes him very cautious, especially now that the War Wasteland map is open, which can be said to be alarming at every step. Only strong strength can guarantee safety.
It seems that the only one left is the one I trained on before.
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As they got closer, even Daji felt the changes in her surroundings.
There are no more cracks on the ground, and the disgusting smell in the surrounding air has also dissipated. Instead, there was a faint fresh smell. As I walked, I could occasionally see one or two weeds growing reluctantly on the road.
The distant outline is already clearly visible.
It is a huge city.
As you walk in, the surrounding vegetation increases visibly, and the air becomes clearer and smells better. Youlong and Daji arrived in front of the city without encountering anything. The city is pale yellow, and more looks like white. Only when you walk in front of it can you see the light yellow hidden in it, like the sunshine hidden behind the white clouds.
The city wall is not high, only about two meters. As long as Youlong wants to, he can easily jump over it.
But he didn't do this. This city gave him a very noble and sublime feeling. As long as he wanted to cross it on his own, it would be disrespectful to the city. He looked up and saw that the city was built in an ancient Western style, rising upwards in distinct layers. The city wall is only two meters long, but in the center of the city is a tall, white tower, at least several hundred meters high by visual inspection.
And at the top of the white tower is a huge golden cross. Circle after circle of golden light arc ripples seemed to spread in this lake-like space.
You Long vaguely felt that this white tower was the reason why this area was so unique.
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Between the city walls, there is a small hole that serves as the city gate.
The city wall has no sense of strictness, and the city gate is natural.
About three meters wide, it seems to separate the city walls. To say a city gate is just a description, there is no gate at all. In some cases, there are only two people sitting. The two of them were each sitting on a bench, but their backs were straightened, giving them the feeling of guarding the city gate.
Seeing You Long and the two approaching, they stood up. Only then did You Long realize that the skin of these two people was extremely white. Although they were men and taller than himself, they did not have the masculinity of a man. What attracted Youlong's most attention was that the two of them had a pair of snow-white wings folded behind them, making them look like bird-men.
Welcome, our first guests in thousands of years.
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The two birdmen introduced their city enthusiastically.
You Long and Daji followed the two birdmen and saw some residences. Some large and small birdmen also poked their heads out and looked at the two people curiously. You Long could even hear a child with a pair of small wings on his back, no bigger than a palm, curiously asking his mother: Mom, why don't these two have wings
We are angels.
One of the birdmen smiled with a very friendly smile: This is one of our sacred sites. We have five sacred points on this continent. Our tribesmen live inside. Only the power of the sanctuary can resist the endless invasion of darkness. As he spoke, he looked at the White Tower in the center of the city with gratitude and admiration.
Youlong and Daji looked at each other.
It seems that this is the plot of War Wasteland.
They walked all the way, watched by countless angels, and entered the depths of the city, in front of the White Tower.
When you look at the white tower up close, you feel even more majestic. On the body of the White Tower, there are faint yellowish lines that seem to be hidden under the surface of the White Tower, and they are like blood vessels under human skin. And countless light yellow lines flowed from bottom to top, and finally turned into ripples that spread out in circles.
Before they could take a closer look, they were interrupted by an old voice: Allies from many years ago, long time no see. Welcome to the sanctuary.
You Long looked around and saw an old man standing in front of the White Tower with a crooked figure holding a cane. The pair of wings behind him have fallen off, leaving only one or two snow-white feathers on them. What looks more like a pair of flesh wings shows that the old man is entering his old age.
The old man's eyes looked at the two of them, full of compassion and goodwill: Thousands of years have passed like this, how time flies.
The two angels who had been following You Long and Da Ji took two steps forward and knelt on one knee respectfully: Elders. The elder waved his hand and looked at You Long and Daji more excitedly.
These years... How are the human race doing? You Long had a vague guess, but said nothing. Daji, who was beside her, was good at dancing and told some things in the game, such as the three big cities, the prosperity of the city... and so on.
Yes... What an enviable freedom. The elder's eyes showed longing, and the flesh wings behind him were trembling slightly.
At this time, Daji finally couldn't help but ask: Elder, what do you mean by allies just now
The elder laughed, but the laughter was a little hoarse: Although the human race reproduces quickly, its lifespan is too short after all. Like us angels, it is not a problem to live for thousands of years. It's just that it's relatively difficult for us to reproduce. Thousands of years have passed, and our numbers are almost the same as before. Therefore, we angels can still pass on those things from ancient times.
Ding.
Learn the secret - the ancient battle.
At this time, Youlong and Daji received notifications from the system at the same time.
In addition to being angels, we also have another name.
The elder was still minding his own business and said: God Clan, I wonder if this name is still spread among the human race