Orcs have a proverb called'Ors atrzz ma sok', which means that a dead animal has a fight. In Chinese, it means that rabbits will bite when they are anxious. Brando thinks that this sentence is appropriate to describe his situation, but it is limited to the first half, because the difference is that now he wants to bite and can't bite. The platinum war horse still has more power, but Brando himself can't support it.
As the saying goes, self-inflicted can't live, he used to charge on the platinum war horse before, and he did not consider the conversion relationship between physical fitness and extreme dexterity and strength endurance in the game; to be honest, this is not to blame him, because in the game one It is difficult for low-level players to get pets whose strength exceeds their own too many pets, so when the war horse bursts out of 1320 energy levels of dexterity, the limit speed of one man and one horse exceeds twenty-five times the speed of sound in an instant—passing through the cone. The shock wave, the overload and air resistance that Brando endured for an instant was like a fly hitting a piece of tempered glass at a speed of 10 kilometers per second.
Although Brando’s perception of five times that of ordinary people allowed him to react to the mistake he realized within a few tenths of a second, it was still a little late, and the platinum horse jumped nearly sixteen miles away. The terrifying speed constitutes an unnatural, magnificent bright silver band in the forest. But Brando also saw that his life was so low that he was close to the bottom line. Blood seeped from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and his internal organs were completely damaged. After his life exceeded the warning line, he immediately entered a weak state. Brando coughed out. The blood came, and the only thing I was grateful for was that I didn't die immediately.
This is also attributable to the fact that he has a physique that is nearly twenty times that of an ordinary person, and his strong body regeneration and protection capabilities have not completely damaged his internal organs. If this injury had been placed on him before passing through, it is estimated that he would have died no longer, but with the tenacious self-protection ability gained from his high physique, he believed that as long as he cultivated for a period of time after the war, he would be fine.
But now there are two problems.
The first is that he has no time to recuperate.
The second is that the God Envoy of the Earth will definitely not give him this time to recuperate.
The battle continues. Although the earth god envoy was huge and turned awkwardly, and its speed was one of the best among level 60 creatures,'a giant dragon is worth ten steps of a human being', even so it has the basic dexterity close to two hundred energy levels. After more than ten miles away, it only takes eight or nine seconds to catch up again.
Brando was impatient and could only find a way that was not the solution, and let the platinum war horse that he was sitting on to lead away the opponent, even if he had to be prepared to discard the card and enter the graveyard. He raised his head and looked at the position of the sun. It was very close to the preset location. Although it seemed to have been trekking for a long time when he came, it was because firstly, he had plenty of time and secondly, he needed to take care of Antiti, who was an ordinary person. Na and Roman can't be compared with him and Ekmen running at full speed after fleeing and chasing. Even if they only took a few minutes before and after the escape, and they turned repeatedly, but even so, they have almost gone deep into the hilly area for fifty to sixty miles to the south. During the whole process, Brando now thinks of it all in a cold sweat.
The fifty-sixty-mile backtracking is equivalent to half of the strength of the Silver Elf Guards, which is to reach the level of gold in the middle reaches. Twenty fighters with the strength of the golden midstream are completely enough to fight against a 60-level BOSS. So what he has to do now is to delay as much as possible. After the battle, Namenes will rush to support here at full speed, and it will take about ten minutes to reach this place in a straight line at their speed.
In other words, he has to hold on for at least thirty minutes.
Brando took about a second or two to check his plan roughly, and found no obvious loopholes before turning over and dismounting, patted the opponent's long metal cheeks—this mechanical creature seemed to be a god. His creation was incredibly sophisticated and strong, as if he would never be tired, and it was unscathed even after several attacks by the Earth God’s envoy. It's the best implementer of his plan.
But without the war horse, he also lost the ability to continue to flee, doing so is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. This is different from making judgments in past games. Brando used his life to bet, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
But even so, he decisively issued an order: "BMW Silver! Go!" Calling his temporary name for this warhorse pet, he always pointed out the way-as for the details of the order, anyway, the summoned creature can be called by him. Fill it up in the brain. The platinum war horse is not a natural creature, and naturally there is no fear. It raised its head and glanced at Brando with ruby eyes—just to confirm the order. Then he turned around, and disappeared in the jungle after a turn.
Brando then pressed his chest, enduring the pain and let out a sigh of relief.
He took out the card of the Platinum War Horse, and listened in that direction in the forest. Within a short while, the roar of Ekmen from the earth god envoy came from the same direction, startling a swarm of birds.
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As long as you don't really fall into madness, there will always be times when your hands and feet are cold.
Like a red-eyed gambler, Yukhki filled his men into the battle in the ruins of the Great Sacred Temple of Barogao, but it seemed like a bottomless pit. Although at first it seemed as if Blessed Soul separated a part of its own people to besiege the opponent’s rear, the battle situation improved for a while, the opponent lost the long-range cover, and the lizardmen crossbowmen under his own were gradually gathering. The elves quickly gave up the first line of positions, and the battle gradually penetrated into every street and alley inside the Great Holy Temple.
But the good news ends here.
The silver elf launched a countercharge, and then retracted. They lost a comrade in arms, but what shocked Yukhkir was that the silver elf's corpse turned into white light and rose into the sky at the moment it fell, heading straight for a certain direction to the south. That direction is too familiar—the silver elves’ king’s cemetery is located.
The lizardman commander suspected the origin of these silver elves for the first time, but after a while, it realized that it didn't have this opportunity.
The large group of lizardmen sent to the back of the battlefield still had no news, but what was waiting was a high flag erected in the direction of the festival hall. As a result, our morale plummeted. The original smooth offensive was stopped, but the silver elves took the opportunity to counterattack and regained an outer wall. Yukhkir was so angry that he vomited blood, but he was helpless. At least it had already expanded its attack surface, and its advantages of large numbers of people and power began to come into play.
But just as it was preparing to further expand its results, it turned around and was surprised to find that it had no reserve team anymore. That feeling is like a crazy gambler looking back to grab his own chips, only to find that he has nothing. However, all the chips that originally belonged to him are now on the gaming table, but the balance of war has begun to slow down. Tilted slowly.
The twenty silver elves were still as solid as a great wall of steel, standing still in the dark green tide.
Yukhki felt cold in his hands and feet for a while.
But compared to other similar brains whose brains have not yet fully evolved, Yokhkiel is at least one of the more clever ones. It considered for a moment and immediately figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing-of course, the main consequence. So he immediately called his deputy and said: "Let the lieutenant on the front line press up further, and let the front line a little bit forward."
"Boss, are we going to launch a general attack?" the green-skinned deputy with the sharp-mouthed monkey gill asked.
"No." Yukhki shook his head: "We are going to retreat, it's just us."
"But those brothers..."
"Leave them alone, now I can't control so much," the lizardman bandit leader shook his head helplessly, and replied with his three thin fingers holding the gleaming necklace, "As long as there is this thing, we can Re-enter this area with the help of the tree shepherd. I think I already want to understand where the silver elves come from, and I will be well prepared next time."
"But we just left, don't you notify Conard?" the deputy asked.
Yukhkier hesitated, but immediately shook his head: "Don't worry, that guy is an envoy (*), even without us, it is enough to protect itself." It all viciously added: It doesn't matter if there is a problem. But Conrad was really going to die in the area it was in charge of, and it had to be unable to eat, so it couldn't help but feel a little tangled for a while.
(*In the tree shepherd, the members of the tree shepherd who cooperate and command the gods to act are called "envoys", and the members who carry the blood of the gods are called breeders or experimenters.)
Thinking of this, the lizardman couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the battle. Although on the surface the lizardman was still maintaining an offensive, the casualties were still below 20%. But the silver elves showed no signs that they could not sustain themselves. On the contrary, they were continuously causing casualties for the lizardmen. The robbers had no discipline at all. Yukhkir believed that once the casualties exceeded 30% or the fighting lasted more than 20 minutes, These bastards will soon be rout.
When the time comes, it just wants to escape, and it has to look at the mood of the other party.
Yukhkier's sophisticated vision was accumulated in Cruz's long-term resistance struggle with the empire. In its hometown, as the slaves of the Cruz people, the lizardmen had sporadic resistance and struggles that lasted for centuries, and Yukhkiel was one of them—but he was acting more like a robber. However, it is the robber who is more confident in his intuition about danger.
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The battle actually lasted only thirty-two minutes.
When Namenis noticed that a strange emotion was emerging from the back of the lizardmen army and began to shake the frontline's determination to attack, the silver elf commander with hundreds of years of command experience decisively seized the opportunity. He blew the dragon horn trombone again, and the elven warriors summoned their last strength and launched another charge. The lizardmen’s weak crossbow arrows bounced off their armor, and twenty warriors stepped up side by side. It's like a moving wall.
The lizardman collapsed.
The dark green tide began to recede, and then the first-level command disintegrated, but when they finally discovered that Yukhki was no longer there, this retreat evolved into a real rout. Namenis just let his men chase for hundreds of meters, but the lizard people screamed and trampled each other and turned their heads towards the forest.
Looking over from the direction of the ruins, it looked like green cockroaches scattered all over the place. Except for the corpse, they quickly escaped, leaving people stunned. If Brando was here, he would definitely joked to these elf warriors:
The enemy has moved in too fast, and our army is beyond the reach—