The cold wind roared, and the night in the Valley of the Wind seemed even more terrible, and it was dark everywhere. Fortunately, the blue magic lamp on the vine on the back of the ancient dragon lit up, illuminating my vision of at least a hundred yards, plus the darkness Hitomi, basically my effective visual range can reach 200 yards, and I can foresee the crisis foresight.
In the distance, the shadow of the tree swayed, and under the tree, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at me.
On the big map, about a hundred small blood-red dots appeared in the dense forest, completely blocking my road to the core of the Whistling Wind Valley.
"Whoo!"
A cold arrow came, and in the darkness, a skeleton archer covered with blood-red bones killed it. The arrow bounced on my shield, causing 25000+ damage figures. It also told me that this kind of bow and arrow The attack power of the hand is much higher than that of the green scale ghoul, and cannot be underestimated.
In the night, a group of skeleton archers all launched an attack. These monsters have very high AI, and they killed them in one call. The name above their heads was swayed in the night shadow-
[Blood-Bone Archer] (Demon-level monster)
Level: 245
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The attack power is similar to that of the venomous scorpion, so the damage it does to me is relatively close.
In the face of such an opponent, I could only defeat each one. The ancient dragons swiftly approached, the slashing three combos + the universe break instantly killed more than half of the blood of a bloodbone archer, and also sucked back 20W+ for myself. The blood is enough to resist their group fight.
The Phantom Wolf King also slew to the other side, and his claws swept across the chest of a bloodbone archer.
The battle ended within five minutes, dozens of blood-bone archers fell to the ground one after another, and some insignificant equipment broke out. Kill, it's better not to waste time, go to slaughter the Grand Magister Juventus early, and start to tame the mysterious whistling iron horse is what I want to do the most.
Moving on, the first cemetery appeared. Under the moonlight, it was miserable and miserable. Some carrion corpses came out of the mud and let out a miserable howl.
However, there are not many monsters on the main road.
"Ok?"
With a glance, I was suddenly alert. On the side of the road, there was a corpse of a devil-level carrion. Next to it, there was a large magic stone with a quality of only 8. It was obviously killed by someone, but I didn't want this equipment.
No, there is anyone else here besides me? !
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On the big map, a group of dense red dots suddenly flashed, not monsters, but players!
"Wow!"
On both sides of the mountain, the shadows are dazzling. Many players have already lifted the grass cover and aimed at me with their longbows. The arrow gale came, and I didn't have time to dodge, so I directly raised the Dragon Aegis, "boom" to resist.
Although Shaking Yuejian was able to drastically destroy the Mount Ren surname, it is a pity that the attack power of this group of people is not very vulgar. One round of attack only destroys 4% of the ancient dragon’s Ren surname, which is too inferior.
"Who, get out!"
I held the Ziying sword, gave a low shout, suddenly raised my arms, "Papa Papa" photographed three ancient runes bombarding the mountain on the left, and suddenly the screams of screams became one piece, at least ten or more. The player was killed in the ancient rune, and at the same time, the purple sword gleamed violently, and suddenly threw it out. The pupils were exposed, referring to the map coordinates, I was able to determine their location 100% before taking the shot. I am afraid that this kind of ability is completely unexpected.
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"Shasha..."
The grass crawled slowly, and five assassins sneaked in. I saw in my eyes, the sharp edge of the sword was one point, and the three swords would be killed by a remote point. The ghost clone flew forward, and raised the sword to kill the fourth one. , The last one was buried in the Phantom Wolf King’s claws of the storm, giving them no chance to approach me at all.
On the hillside, there were voices--
"God damn, this kid is so strong! Hurry up, send out cavalry, otherwise he can't be suppressed, he must be slaughtered, this Whistling Wind Valley belongs to us!"
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There was a dull sound of iron hoofs on the ground. After all my battles, I could tell from the sound of horse hoofs that a cavalry with no more than 200 men was nothing at all.
Sure enough, in the darkness, shadows rushed out one by one, and a group of miscellaneous legions riding wild horses, porcupines, and greedy wolves rushed over. The levels were all between 175-190, not too high or too low. The equipment is okay. The monsters of the Iron Skull Wasteland are quite wealthy, and none of these people have nationality emblems on their shoulders. As expected, these people, like me, are all wild players. Where are people from.
However, with blue eyes and golden curly hair, I knew that these were definitely not Chinese, then... Then kill it, no problem!
"superior!"
With a low drink, the ancient dragon gliding and flying forward, the purple sword suddenly burst out of 50 yards of sword light, and the fierce blade swept across the crowd of miscellaneous cavalry. Use the right, lock the coordinates, and throw directly in the center of the crowd!
Lightning and thunder, ice blades raged, and the crowd cried and shouted for a moment. These people didn't even think that I had such a super-scale attack skill, and I was killed for a while.In fact, before the ancient dragon became an adult, I did not expect that there would be such a skill close to BT. Fortunately, with such a skill, I can stand on this site. The Iron Skull Wasteland is the real place of chaos. There is no principle at all, who The fist is hard, whoever speaks counts!
A group of cavalry rushed back halfway, and they couldn't stand my attack at all. On both sides of the mountains, archers and wizards were still raging. The Ziying Sword uses ancient runes, dragon-cutting blades and sword blades to whirl against them. I can kill them in seconds, but they can't help me. This is absolute strength, completely surpassing them.
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The ground was full of corpses, and many people went to the nearby cemetery to be resurrected.
Finally, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Hey, the dragon-riding warrior, stop the war, let us have a good discussion!"
I held the Ziying Sword, smiled slightly, and said, "What can I talk about? People come out first!"
Among the crowd, an armored dwarf of about 50 years old came out carrying a battle axe with a trace of cunning in his eyes. He looked at me and said, "I am the patriarch of the Black Crow Tribe. May I ask this warrior. You are from Where, among the many tribes in the Iron Skull Wasteland, I have never heard of you as the number one person, riding a dragon, and a wolf king who is so aggressive, who are you?"
I said lightly: "I'm from China."
"Oh?!"
The patriarch of the Black Crow tribe looked at my shoulder and said with a smile: "Indeed, you have the emblem of the Sky City Silver Moon Alliance, but you don't have the emblem of the Chinese player. Why is this?"
I glared at him and said, "Don't ask questions about things that shouldn't be asked. I want to ask, which country are you from, why do you sneak attack other people here?"
The dwarf patriarch smiled and said: "We are not from a certain country, but a concentration of players from 19 countries. We are all abandoned by the country. We are deprived of our identity and become wandering players. Therefore, we are here to form With the Black Crow Tribe, kill all those who have taken our lives, this warrior, are you interested in joining us?"
I couldn’t help laughing: "Kill all the people who have taken you? I dare to ask, what have I taken you? Why did you take the initiative to attack me when I entered this field? If it weren’t for my hard fist, I’m afraid I would have been taken by you long ago. Random arrows shot here, isn't it?"
The dwarf patriarch smiled slightly: "Um... Actually, this is just a misunderstanding..."
As he said, he looked at the Ziying sword in my hand, his eyes full of greed, and said: "Young man, this sword in your hand is the number one ancient artifact on the weapon list, that legendary— Ziying sword?!"
I smiled: "Yes, so what?"
"Nothing, I just want to suggest that if you join the Black Crow Tribe, you will definitely become one of our strongest fighters, and the Black Crow Tribe is not subject to any control. Here, we are the King of the Iron Skull Wasteland, killing people. Explosive equipment, all income belongs to you, you don’t even have to pay taxes, and..."
He licked his lips, hugged a Western girl next to him, touched her lap, and smiled: "And you can enjoy any woman here, online or offline!"
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The corner of my mouth is raised slightly. On the big map, a dozen red dots are slowly approaching. All are in stealth mode. It's good, 19 190+ level assassins, this black crow tribe is too dear to me, will you kill me like this?
Sure enough, just like the legend on the forum, the players who smashed the Iron Skull Wasteland have no sense of honor at all. Everything is for profit, desire, and money. They can do anything, and the dwarf patriarch in front of him uses Slowly tactics to lure me, and then ordered a group of high-level assassins to attack and kill, unfortunately, they should not pay attention to the battle situation in the Central State Continent, they don't know me, let alone my skill-dark pupil, that can insight into all invisibility effects The magical skills!
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"Well, how are you thinking about it, fighter from China?"
The dwarf patriarch smiled and said: "Join our black crow tribe. With your strength, you will be the king of our tribe and the ruler of the entire Iron Skull Wasteland!"
I smiled slightly: "Think about it!"
"Oh, what's the result?" He was slightly excited.
I suddenly instigated the ancient dragon to fly forward, grabbed the dwarf patriarch's collar and lifted him up with one hand, and said with a faint smile: "I think I can become the ruler of the Iron Skull Wasteland, but I don't need to cooperate with you despicable reptiles!"
"puff!"
The blade penetrated through the chest, bursting out with a fierce slash of light, directly killing the dwarven patriarch in a flash!
The ancient divine dragon raised its head and Longyin seemed to cheer for me. Turning around, the Ziying Sword swung continuously, and dozens of sword auras that "brushed" whizzed out, and suddenly blood spattered, and dozens of assassins fell one after another. On the grass, until I died, I couldn't understand why I was so prepared to judge their position.
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"That kid killed the patriarch, let's go together and kill him!"
Someone in the crowd was sipping, and finally, the black crow tribe and I were in a state of complete rivalry.
(The second more regular.)~