Precise orders were issued from the military advisor, and were transmitted to the minds of the assassins who were given the orders through mysterious telepathy. As the orders were issued, there were no mistakes, and everyone clearly understood it before the battle.
Various details such as what kind of mission you have and who you will fight with once the battle begins.
Five minutes later, when he estimated that the time was up, the military advisor straightened his face and calmly issued the command "Start Operation" to the thirty assassins simultaneously through telepathy.
After the order was issued, a strange smile appeared on the military counselor's fair face. He stroked the long hair hanging by his ears and murmured: "The death feast has officially begun."
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"Swish!"
Almost at the same time that the military advisor was muttering to himself, a large number of guys dressed in black suddenly appeared in the formation of a group of men who were fighting fiercely on the opposite river bank.
The next moment, these guys in black suddenly took out their bloodthirsty blades!
Seeing these uninvited guests who suddenly appeared, the Western European men were all shocked. With their well-developed limbs, their brains were a little exhausted for a while, and even the monsters they were fighting were forgotten.
By the time the men finally realized that this was a sneak attack by the enemy, the sneaky assassins had already rushed over and brutally inserted their sharp weapons into the chests of the men. The men who were hit would be killed if they only took one blow.
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For a moment, the entire riverside was in chaos, like a noisy mental hospital. Less than a minute later, most Western European men were still in a state of confusion, but a terrifying message came from their nerve centers.
, more than half of their two hundred people have been killed!
Thirty people, and they were thirty low-level assassins, but they killed a hundred people in one minute! What a shocking thing! You know, these one hundred people were the fourth in Western Europe
The elite group to which the guild belongs! It can be called the elite among the elites throughout Europe!
The men's hearts were suddenly filled with fear, and they looked at the large group of assassins in black waving sharp blades around them with fear, thinking that they were devils from hell.
Some players spontaneously began to resist, but this resistance had no effect at all. The strong Western European men looked particularly fragile at this moment, as fragile as glass that could break at the touch of a touch.
This was a one-sided massacre, but it was not directed against the side with the greater number of people.
As for the guild leader Willard, who was valued by the military advisor before the war, he was hacked to the ground by someone's sword. Willard did not know until his death what kind of terrifying monster he had provoked.
Such bloody killing methods are unheard of.
After Willard knelt on the ground, he carefully looked at the panel in front of him, which contained some information about the murderer.
Blood Blade, this is a player name that is extremely unfamiliar to Willard. Willard carefully scanned his memory and found that there was no information about this person.
Where did these assassins come from? Their level is very low. Even if they randomly pick someone from their own elite group, they will be two to three levels higher than theirs. But their own people cannot be in their group.
The hand lasted one round.
Willard felt unwilling, but more importantly, he was filled with fear.
The feast of death is still going on. The difference from before is that the players of the Blood Tribe Guild have completely lost their will to fight and are running around in chaos. Unexpectedly, this has only aggravated the chaos of the scene and is more conducive to the assassinations.
The seemingly impossible thing did happen, but all of this was expected by the military advisor who was watching the fire from the other side. Long before the tactical arrangement just now, he had already obtained detailed information about each Western European man.
Make the best strategic arrangements based on the strengths and weaknesses of different players and the assassins you bring, and use your own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses. In addition, the assassins brought by the strategist are all professionally trained players. They are not like other players.
Yes, they may have neglected to farm monsters and level up, but they focused on practicing their assassination skills. Their assassination skills are absolutely top-notch, so they can now do such horrific things.
Every Western European man who died in battle did not know until his death that it was not these devilish assassins who really planned his own death, but the seemingly frail young man far away on the other side of the river bank!
After another two minutes, two hundred Western European men had been killed. Only less than thirty of them jumped into the river in embarrassment, struggling for their lives in a frantic way.[
As a coincidence, the direction in which these thirty Western European men who escaped together turned out to be exactly where the military advisor was standing.
You must know that although the military advisor has great dexterity and calculations, he himself has no actual combat ability. As a think tank, he does not have any offensive skills, not a single one. The military advisor once laughed at himself in front of Qin Yi, if he fell into the enemy's camp alone
, that is the type of being at the mercy of others.
In other words, once the strategist is approached by these fleeing Western European players, he will inevitably fall into a situation of no return.
Surprisingly, the thirty assassins who had just finished the battle were not nervous at all. They allowed the group of fleeing guys to gradually leave, while they leisurely began to clean up the battlefield.
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"Whoops whoops."
Thirty Western European men were swimming frantically in the river, wishing they could put a motor on their backs and escape this sad place immediately. Suddenly, the men's eyes lit up, and they suddenly saw a handsome figure standing on the river bank they were about to board.
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When they saw this figure, a trace of uneasiness flashed through the hearts of the men for no reason, but for the sake of face, they still pretended to be calm and shouted with a dark face: "Hey! Who is that butter boy opposite? Hurry up and give me
Grandpas, please sign up!"
The military advisor had a cruel smile on his face and said lightly: "Are you asking me? Haha, I...I am in the same group as those assassins just now."
"A group?"
The Western and European men were all stunned, and their hearts were full of surprise. Then they looked at the thin young man. At first glance, there was no trace of aggression at all. He was obviously from two different worlds from the assassin just now. Therefore, in this spirit,
Based on the principle of bullying the weak, the Western European men all roared and swam to the shore even more frantically, looking as if they wanted to go ashore immediately, kill the generals and divide them into pieces.
After finally climbing ashore, regardless of physical and mental exhaustion, a leading Western European swordsman wiped the water on his face randomly, pointed at the military counselor's smiling face and shouted loudly: "Boy, listen to me, now you interrupt
Wings cannot escape. Look, grandpa, I will destroy you! Brothers, come on, everyone!"
"Kill! Avenge your comrades who were killed by traitors!"
The next moment, thirty Western European players drew their weapons and began to charge at the same time, with overwhelming momentum. It was hard to imagine that the target of this large group of strong men was only a young man who looked like he had the strength of a chicken.
At this moment, the smile on the strategist's face turned cold, and his body was as still as a mountain, with no tendency to flinch. But he suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it forward, and the next moment, a black magic circle appeared in front of the strategist very quickly.
, a black light suddenly appeared on the magic circle, and under the halo, a middle-aged swordsman holding a sword in both hands suddenly appeared in the center of the magic circle.
The Western European men looked at each other in confusion - what's going on? Are you pooping alive?
The appearance of the middle-aged swordsman was the activation of the third exclusive skill of the general - [Extreme Teleportation].
Extreme teleportation: Mark any target with a special mark, and teleport the marked target to the caster within a visual range.
"Uncle Ying, it's up to you." The military advisor said calmly, while taking a step back.
After hearing the military advisor's words, the middle-aged swordsman slowly opened his closed eyes. In an instant, the light in his eyes shone like a substance on the Western European man who was charging forward.
The men were stunned for a moment. They stared at the middle-aged swordsman in front of them, and a sharp voice in their hearts told themselves: This middle-aged man is very strong!
As soon as this idea came up, the men's eyes suddenly widened, with the expressions of a little sheep seeing a big bad wolf. In their sight, the middle-aged swordsman raised his sword lightly, and then
, the middle-aged swordsman didn’t make any fancy preludes, he just swiped forward with his long sword. The next moment, a circling sound of "咻咻" slowly sounded, and at the same time, a gray-black arc of light burst out.
It came out and roared straight towards the formation of Western European men.
"Whoosh!"
Wherever the gray-black light arc passed, there were screams and screams, and a shocking scene was staged. No one could survive the cutting of this light arc for a second. Everyone had just come into contact with this light.
Arc was immediately killed in battle, and no one survived.
When the arc of light dissipated, all the Western European men were killed in battle. Corpses were scattered all over the field, chrysanthemums were broken, and the ground was covered with injuries.
The military advisor chuckled, opened his lips slightly, and once again used the feeling in his heart to issue a common command: retreat.
Under the starry sky, more than thirty figures escaped quietly and merged with the dark night sky in the blink of an eye. What is unbelievable is that these thirty people just staged a brutal massacre
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The data can speak for itself. The entire battle lasted five minutes, the ratio of combatants was 30:230, and the ratio of the number of casualties was 0:230.
Appalling! So terrifying!
Although it is unbelievable, this is the strength of the military counselor. As a battle commander, although he did not directly participate in the battle, every step of the entire battle was planned by him. It can be said that before the battle started,
The strategist has already calculated the direction of the entire battle. No wonder some people in the international mercenary community say that in some cases, being an enemy of the strategist is even more terrifying than being an enemy of Gui Che. Because in the eyes of the strategist, all
Your calculations that you think are exquisite are just your own cleverness.
The four mercenary gods and the genius strategist!
