Ji Xiang, Sagus, Musashi, Mira, Zhu Hua, Gambi, Fiddlesticks... are all the masters of the Western Palace, and Gus and Musashi are two of the four generals.
But the young man Tang and Cao standing in front saw them approaching, but their expressions remained unchanged: "Is this right here? Traitors."
Jixiang stood at the front, holding a long staff in his hand.
He was a priest by profession and followed the auxiliary route. With a peaceful smile on his face, he looked at the warriors guarding the sacred mountain in front of him, and said with some compassion: "I promise here, if you give up guarding the god clan now, I will not take it personally. In the future, I will become Orin. Lords of Pith, you still achieve your present status.
Tang Mu was expressionless, looking at Jixiang as if he were looking at a dead person: "Olympus without Zeus will no longer be Olympus. It will just be a person with the same name but reduced to nothing."
Jixiang looked at Tang seriously: "He is a god."
Tang also said seriously: "As long as he can lead me to kill all those god bastards, even if he is an angel or a devil, I will follow him. You don't have that qualification."
Ji Xiang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he forced himself to calm down: "What can I do that I can't compare to him?"
The impetuous young man interrupted Tang abruptly: "Wait a minute, I have something to say."
Ji Xiang turned his attention to the impetuous young man and said, "Master of the Fire Palace, what do you want to teach me?"
The impetuous young man looked at Ji Xiang's face seriously, and then said slowly: "Can you stop pretending to be so pitiful? It's disgusting." Ji Xiang's face turned livid when he heard this.
"Also." The impetuous young man's tone was as serious as an oath: "Jixiang, I'll go fuck you 18th generation."
Before the auspicious attack happened, Fiddlesticks beside him had already burst into flames. He laughed sideways and entered the stealth state: "Lord Jixiang is a dragon among men, how can I allow you to be offended by garbage like you? Let me purify you for Lord Jixiang." You must know the identity of Jixiang himself. Being the Speaker of the United Parliament is definitely one of the major reasons why these people turned against each other.
Although in the past three years, Olympus has become a real giant in the West. But the world has been ruled by the United Council for hundreds of years, and obeying the United Council has become a subconscious reaction for most citizens.
Jixiang also promised that in addition to his identity in the game, he could also seek an official position in the real world, making them switch sides.
Naturally, Fiddlesticks wanted to seize this opportunity to show his loyalty. The moment he entered stealth, his body had already pounced on the impetuous boy. It was the most favorite target charging skill of most assassins—Sneak Attack!
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It's night, dim and lightless.
The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, like a black veil covering the light. It was a dark and windy murderous night.
Just a faint light quietly lit up from the horizon.
Hallucination
Those who were following Ji Xiang subconsciously raised their heads, only to find a magnificent white light shining down from the mountain.
Some people who were watching the battle from a distance and still cared about Zeus shouted loudly, "The God King appears."
But those real warriors, the real G knew that this was not the so-called divine light of the God King.
This is one kill, one skill, and one bullet.
Shoot the sun with one blow.
A bullet seemed to be magnified dozens of times, turning into a huge boulder and falling from the sky with thunderous force from a certain window on the mountain.
There was no one at the spot where the boulder landed, but when the white light really came, a shrill scream rang out.
Fiddlesticks' figure was instantly revealed, his whole body covered in blood.
The next moment, the anger in his eyes, which were originally full of cunning, receded like a tide, replaced by a dead gray silence, and he fell slumped between the confrontation between the two sides.
Tang remained expressionless.
The impetuous young man lit up a cigarette casually, and shook his index finger provocatively with his right hand pointing towards the opposite side: "You forgot to recruit the most dangerous guy to your camp... Oh, of course the premise It’s you who can convince him.”
Gus looked up, his eyes filled with an inadvertent gloom.
Eagle, one of the strongest long-range attack players in the entire game.
Even the famous Dongfang leader Zhang Feng, Suohun, who is known as the soul hunter and the man who claims to be the first ranger in the East, are not as good as the one who is on the mountain at this moment, aiming with a sniper. People who hold their weapons pointed at their eyebrows are frightening.
Every inch is stronger.
When this length is brought into full play, the strength will naturally increase to the extreme.
In this kind of city defense battle at this moment, the fear of the eagle is fully revealed.
The majestic Fiddlesticks and the Master of the Scorpio Palace, at this distance, can kill them instantly without the legendary magic shot that has been promoted to kill everyone. Just imagine that there is such a terrifying person in the dark. Support is enough to scare the enemy.
It's not like Gus never thought of wooing Ying, but Ying didn't even give him this chance. In the game, Ying immediately blacked out him after hearing about his purpose, but in reality, Ying simply hid on the sacred mountain and never came out.
The eagle knows his own business.
It seems majestic from a distance, but at close range, Eagle has almost no power to fight back, not to mention that before he borrowed G's power, he was a one-armed cripple. So he simply hid in the sacred mountain and waited for a possible battle.
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Ji Xiang's complexion is no longer as gentle as before, and the rest is ashen.
Fiddlesticks may seem stupid, but his strength is by no means mediocre. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to serve as the Lord of Scorpio Palace for so long in Olympus, a force full of powerful people. It's just that he is an assassin after all, and his strength can only be displayed in assassinations and sneak attacks. Unexpectedly, this powerful card was discarded before it had a chance to be played!
Seeing Ji Xiang's expression, the restless young man felt even more relieved: "Don't pretend anymore? Are you coming? Come on."
"Before you defeat us, don't even think about touching a hair of Lord Zeus."
Musashi pulled out two swords from between his sides with his left and right hands. One hand was holding a three-and-a-half-foot-long sword, and the other was holding a two-and-a-half-foot-long sword.
The two swords, one long and one short, combine the yin and yang.
First class for two days.
He was already impatient with the nonsense, and said in a cold voice: "Kill, even if you don't lose a piece of armor."
His words sounded the clarion call of war. Hundreds of thousands of players collided with their skills. The collision of stray bullets, arrows, and magic in the sky seemed to illuminate the entire Olympus like daylight.
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On the top of the sacred mountain, Zeus looked down at the flickering light and shadow below, but secretly clenched his fists.
He hated that he was powerless, and the injury of the broken wing was more serious than he imagined. Not to mention a day and a half, it takes about half a month of rest to restore the basic physical condition. It will take at least two months to return to the peak state.
But the battle in front of him was so fierce, how could he be allowed to rest in peace for two months
When he gave up the power that the gods could give him, that power seemed to have placed the most unforgettable curse on him.
Hercules behind him saw Zeus's appearance and said in a rough voice: "Don't worry, sir, we will take good care of you."
Zeus laughed miserably: "This so-called care must be filled with the blood of our brothers."
"We have already been prepared to sacrifice."