The ball is not stupid to kneel, and the face of tears is also purple by goodbye: "Don't be like this... All the heavy armors, let me rush together, so that they can't find the focus of the attack, go on, boys!"
Hundreds of heavy armor hit the mountains with goodbye tears, but... After a bloody glow, Song Han appeared, and goodbye tears were stunned. Then, a series of ice and fire roars bloomed under the feet of goodbye tears. , Qi and blood suddenly fell straight out, and without waiting for Qianyang in the Snow Territory to make a long-range knife, goodbye is also tears and empty blood!
"thump!"
Kneeling down in the grass, goodbye is also a tearful face with a dazed expression: "Why are so many people rushing together, but I chose me?"
Song Han held the dagger, and said coldly: "Who made you the flag-holding lieutenant of the sharp main alliance..."
Goodbye is also tears, closed eyes and tears away.
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"Aim at the direction of the hanging pot healer, shelling!" Matcha flew in the air with a spear, instantly overlooking the battlefield.
The fox immediately turned his muzzle and brought dozens of gunners with condescending bombardment at the same time. Under the high advantage, the range was increased to nearly 70 yards. The ultra-long-range bombardment, dense black powder and cannon fodder covered the edge, a whole piece of hanging pots and spirits. The phalanx formed by the division!
"Boom boom boom..."
There was a burst of smoke, and the sound of the artillery shook the earth. In an instant, nearly a hundred people who hung the pot were killed directly. This surprised the sharp players. No one expected that the shelling cluster shooting would have such a strong offensive power!
The North Pole complexion was livid, and he drove the Spirit Gathering Shield back, while dancing his staff, shouting: "Where is our Musketeer team? Go to me, lock the free and comfortable coordinates to group shelling, kill the free and comfortable, and shock their military spirit!"
In the distance, a group of sharp musketeers launched their skills one after another!
In my eyes, I immediately waved my arm and used the swift skill to rush toward the crowd. At the same time, my body sank slightly, rubbing my body with the sword light and the sword blade thrusting skill, directly let myself into the depths of the crowd. Discovering my intention, I immediately said loudly: "Therapists, lock the leader for treatment, don't let him die!"
Looking up, the dense rain of cannon fodder is covered, and the number of sharp people is really too much. The shelling skills of nearly a hundred musketeers lock me down. The damage can be imagined. I dare not hold it big. I clenched my iron fist to start Chilong. Shield, in the sound of the dragon's roar, the red dragon broke out of the ground, lingering around me to form a shield, the next moment was covered by countless artillery fire, and a series of damage figures piled up—
"89!"
"101!"
"73!"
"44!"
…
There are rarely more than three-digit damage, and dozens of pot hangers behind me almost locked me in for treatment together, and they couldn't die at all!
"Roar..."
The flame god tiger stepped on the fire and swept the crowd, proudly raised his head and roared, and the roar shook the crowd. A group of players with remnants of blood and sharpness fell directly to the ground, and the flame claws were printed on the chest of a half-blood knight, and the little tiger screamed. So, wherever he went, he could set off a bloody storm, killing the sharp player almost peeing.
"superior!"
Li Mu held the sword and smiled slightly: "The leader has absorbed a round of damage, Wang Jian, Ran Min, Cang Lei, we launched a charge to attack the remote team in the valley, don't let them output too much! "
Ran Min holding the double evil battle axe, haha said with a smile: "I had this intention, who will go first?"
Wang Jian whispered: "Cang Lei will go first and break the shield formation!"
Dongcheng Lei rushed forward with his battle axe without saying a word. He yelled at a group of knights and ascetics carrying huge shields. Ten people were furious, and the battle axe rushed towards Dongcheng Thunder with flames, and they had already sworn to kill Dongcheng Thunder. Dongcheng Thunder was bloody and angry. With his feet on the ground, a wall appeared around his body. It was the skill I gave him—zero degree wall. !
"Papa Papa..."
The flames of the opponent’s rapid fire fell on the wall of the zero-degree tunnel, and the damage was greatly weakened. How could it be possible to kill the well-equipped Dongcheng Thunder, and with the treatment of the pot hanging at the rear, the Dongcheng Thunder has become a man and a guard. Fumokai's pattern.
"kill!"
Li Mu, Wang Jian, and Bai Qi cut side by side, their skills danced wildly, rushing the opponent's heavy armor phalanx to pieces. Ran Min's whirlwind was a fatal blow when it swept away, plus the Dragon Slashing Guild. With the impact of nearly a hundred heavy armored players, the sharp shields disappeared in a moment, and the players from the loyal camp led by Li Mu directly cut into the remote team and killed them!
…
The battle at the foot of the mountains is still going on fiercely. Song Han retreats continuously. The dagger Hanmang swept across an archer’s neck. After killing him, he immediately retreats for treatment. The two MMs, Yue Qingqian and Yue Weiliang, are also gone. Half-blooded back, nearly 50 assassin players lay at the foot of the mountain. There were too many sharp-edged people, and they were already densely advancing to the mountain.
"It must be blocked!"
Yue Qingqian turned around. It was a double-edged combo that pierced the chest of a half-blood swordsman. With the blessing of Shenwu, the Absolute Step was turned on, and the two berserkers attacked by MISS stepping on the Z-step, and his figure turned sharply. The "brush" dagger was continuously cut on the backs and necks of the two berserkers. One by one, the damage numbers burst, and the two berserkers knelt to the ground together. This is the difference in strength, and the heavy armor hits. The light armor was completely abused by Yue Qingqian with an operation!
"elder sister!"
Yue Weiliang took a slippery step. The double daggers crossed to block a swordsman’s onslaught, blocking a fatal injury for Yue Qingqian. At the same time, he lifted the little man’s boots, his snow-white legs burst on the swordsman’s abdomen, and waited. As his body took a break, Yue Weiliang lifted both daggers flat, and the two blades were combined to start, and "puchi" penetrated the swordsman's throat!
"1711!"
Spike!
Song Han fought and retreated. On his retreat, three sharp swordsmen and two berserkers had turned into corpses. The three assassins of Dragon Slash used flesh and blood to delay the opponent's attack, and they had done it. It's the limit.
…
On the hillside, the fox raised his musket flat and said angrily: "Spiritist, use ice and fire roars and stabs to attack. Don’t use single magic. Musketeers can shell indiscriminately. Archers have multiple arrows. Give me this group of people. Go down, don't let them get involved in the highlands! The brothers in the four groups pay attention to the attacks of their wind elves in the air, and shoot them down if they find them!"
Arrows and magic are intertwined, and the hanging pot keeps up and dead assassin players who have died. Soon, the corpses under the mountain are full of corpses. The coalition of dragons and bones can safely guard the highlands, while on the ravines and slopes of the highlands. , Fengmang left at least more than 3,000 corpses. The middle road was cut off by me, Li Mu, Ran Min and others. There was no reinforcement at all, and even those who died in battle did not have a chance to think of the Hanging Pot.
In the crowd, the spear of Broken Sword's rebirth pierced a swordsman's chest, swept across the rapid fire attack, waved his arm, haha laughed: "It's so handsome, sure enough, you can win more with less under this kind of terrain. !"
Ran Min danced his battle axe and continued to kill in the crowd. He smiled and said: "Just kidding, our matcha sister's god command is not in vain!"
"Wow!"
I rushed in and harvested the lives of 7 people. The little tiger followed behind and there was a strong sound roar, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground. After standing still, the sword continued to retreat, looking at the entire battlefield, and smiling slightly: "Look. Coming to the battle of Waning Moon Valley, the overall situation is set!"
Matcha flew in the air, blinked and smiled: "Well, I have counted. Of the members who participated in this local battle, 5,744 were killed more than once, 3,129 were killed more than twice, and 1984 were killed. More than three times, now, many people are unwilling to continue to resurrect..."
"What about our loss?"
"900+ people killed in the battle, all of them have died... The sharp people can't rush to the high ground, they are like living targets. No matter our long-range output, the loss is big, then the North Pole is actually not a piece of material for command. Let's be smarter. People... I'm afraid they would have come back from the thorny ground on the flanks long ago to attack our backs..."
"very good… "
…
Broken Sword Rebirth suddenly looked cold, and slapped his thigh and said: "I'm going! What a mess..."
"What's the matter?" Li Mu asked.
Broken Sword was reborn and gritted his teeth: "There is news from the direction of the Red Grass Plain that the three major guilds of Misty Palace, Warwind, and Scarlet Contract will soon be unable to stop the offensive. Simply lead 7000+ people to forcefully kill, and lose less than 2000. All the people in the big guild have been killed once, and if they were killed again, they would just kneel down..."
Li Mu's face was pale: "Leader, what should I do?"
I held the Shuanglin Sword tightly, and said lightly: "What else can I do? Help... All of the Zhonglie Camp and Zhanlong Camp will follow me, Broken Sword, you leave 50% of the people here, the people led by the North Pole The spirit is gone, just stop them, we take the remaining 1,000 people to the simple rear, and attack back and forth, maybe there is a chance!"
Broken Sword reborn and nodded: "Understood, I let the deputy leader lead people to guard here, and the elite will follow me!"
"Okay..." I looked at the fox on the hillside and said, "Fox, you take part of our Dragon Slayer to guard here remotely, otherwise the pressure of the remaining bones will be too great. Let's run on the simple 7000 people. The remote department can't keep up, and it won't help much if you go!"
The fox nodded: "Well, I got it!"
…
From afar, the Arctic led about 2000+ people to retreat in the jungle, temporarily giving up the attack, seeming to be planning the next culling, but we picked 950+ people, slowly retreated, across the waning moon from the mountain. Gu rushed to the direction of the red grass plain.
The moon was shining brightly, taking advantage of the night, a group of thousands of people flew past, and the red grass plains were not far apart, it took less than 10 minutes to travel!
Take a detour, it takes 5 more minutes, 15 minutes later, we appear at one end of the red grass plain!
"Shasha..."
Looking through the grass with a long sword, fierce battle is taking place on the plain far away. Misty clouds, chants of the cold stele and others are resisting death, and simply leading the absolute superior number of players are culling one by one. The opponent's resistance.
…
"Wow!"
Suddenly stood up from the blood-red grass, I raised the Frost Lin sword high, and shouted in a low voice: "Slash Dragon, everyone will attack with me!"