The weak autumn wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the treetops fell. The general, who looked hungry and yellow, showed a wry smile on his lips. Only the wind could pass through.
"There is no way to continue like this. Three thousand horses can only last a few days." Several officers stood behind the general, all of them looked weak, "General, if we can't break out now, then we can wait.
Our only option is to starve to death..."
"His Royal Highness Feng Luo has lost power. Only us, the die-hard remnants of the million-strong army, are left. We have secretly gathered here. No more reinforcements will come, General!"
The melodious flute sound suddenly came from in front of the general. At this time, the elf general was playing the piccolo used to give orders. The subtle sound spread throughout the surrounding woods, causing an elf soldier sitting in the forest to slowly
stand up.
The general stood up slowly along with the music he played, but his eyes were filled with tears. He took a breath, and the elf general's order spread around: "Let the soldiers have a good meal."
, attack at noon!”
High in the sky, above the clouds, there was a soft hum from the ink jade mask that was waving its wings, and its wings trembled, and the figure disappeared here. Only a touch of white feathers were left, slowly falling from the wind.
It spread lingeringly, fell into the forest, penetrated the treetops, and landed on the nose of a sallow-faced elf, stopping for a moment...
"Attack at noon?" The wild boar retreated from the pile of level 70 stingers. The burst of bristle stings harvested this wave of experience, and the experience tank also trembled forward a trace visible to the naked eye. "Then they should be now.
At the moment when you are least prepared, notify Galio, and you two will take action to turn those elves into corpses. Galio knows how to do the rest."
"Master." Mo Yu did not follow the order this time. Instead, he folded his wings and knelt down on one knee facing the wild boar. The golden sword was stuck on the ground. "Mo Yu doesn't want to kill anyone."
Lin Yutian looked at her bare bones hands with some hesitation in his eyes. Then he looked at the corpses of these scorpion monsters on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Warcraft and elves, orcs and humans are all the same in my eyes."
Existence. I don’t want to be immersed in fighting every day, but you have to remember that if killing can bring you strength, and you can only survive in this world by relying on these strengths, then you have no choice. This is an order.
Execute it.”
"Yes," the white flames under the mask were beating, the white wings spread out again, and the black jade flew towards the sky.
She brought a massacre order from Lin Yutian, although this was just a prelude played by Bloody.
Lin Yutian cheered up a little, looked in the direction of Fillinmore, and then turned to look at the distant mountains to the southwest.
The distant mountains are not far away.
Fillinmore Teleportation Formation, Rainy Day and the Destiny Swordsman were waiting beside the teleportation altar. Lights and shadows were flickering on the altar all the time, but those who came out were not the ones they wanted to receive.
A shout on the rainy day caused the players in the surrounding stall area to immediately look up and watch. They immediately saw four girls with different characteristics hugging each other. Immediately, someone who was not reserved turned on the system shooting function and began to take perfect street photos of the God-killing world...
…
A slightly satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the Destiny Swordsman's mouth. As long as he is happy on a rainy day, he will always be in a good mood. However, he soon felt two slightly playful eyes coming from above. The Destiny Swordsman was a little curious, but when he looked up, he saw
A young magician stood behind the four girls.
Salum's appearance changed slightly at this time. Although the magic civilization of the God-killing World does not have the term "disguise", there are magic props that can change the appearance and body shape. At this time, the necklace worn on Salum's neck flickered from time to time.
Hao Guang maintained his handsome and distinctive appearance. "Filinmore, I'm sorry, I'm back again."
"Hey! Isn't this beauty amazing? What do you mean by blocking people here and preventing them from going down?"
"Huh?" The Destiny Swordsman's eyes were like lightning, directed towards the orc clan swordsman player who was speaking, and the latter swallowed back the words he was about to continue to curse. Although the Destiny Swordsman's reputation at this time was not so great that he could be cursed with just one look.
It can make people tremble, but the murderous look in his eyes can really be felt.
"Let's go down, I'm sorry everyone," Zijing Lan turned her head and glanced at the dozen or so players behind her who were blocked, and her elegant smile instantly petrified these men.
A group of six people headed towards the hotel. As the only NPC among the six, Salum naturally refused to tease them.
"Hey buddy, if you have the guts, even Zijinglan dares to roar!" The orc swordsman was tapped on the shoulder, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so... torturous.
"Then, is that really Zijinglan?"
"It must be, I didn't hear the leader of the cats shouting Sister Lan," the player behind him gloated, "The first knight of level 56, the founder of the first guild, the woman ranked first on the most popular list
Among the heroes, the iron lady Zijinglan!"
"I'm going to delete my account..."
"It's better to go abroad to avoid the limelight."
"Go to South Korea and spend more time to change your appearance."
A group of men laughed loudly, obviously their words were meant to scare the orc swordsman, but the orc swordsman's face was really bitter.
Salum and the Swordsman of Destiny were walking side by side. The two of them should not have said much, but at this time, they were talking from time to time because of the inextricable relationship between the four beauties in front of them.
"I'm a little curious, how do Sister Wenwen and Feng Luo, the NPCs and the prince, live their daily lives?"
"This is the prince's family affairs. It's not convenient for me to reveal much." Salum glanced at her and refused to tease her. "But I can tell you a little bit that the two of them live a happy life. Well, happy."
The Destined Swordsman blinked, and the two men's eyes met. That kind of tacit understanding spanned the race and the gap between reality and virtuality...
"Hey! What are you two muttering about?" Yutian turned his head and glared at the two guys who were smiling at each other. The Destiny Swordsman coughed and looked up at the street beside him. Salum blew.
Whistle, completely forgetting the elegance and nobility of the magician.
"Sneaky, let's leave them alone. I'll have people prepare food and drinks in the tavern, so we sisters can have a good meal!"
In Song Dynasty, Ke'er clenched her little hands and shouted confidently: "The cats are eating the poor!"
"Don't be in a hurry to eat. I came here to find the wild boar on some business," Zijinlan whispered, forming a few people into the team and turning on the team voice, "Rainy Day, do you know where he is now?"
?”
"I met him last time, in the south of the city."
Salum looked at the few people who only made eye contact, and was confused for a moment. He couldn't join the team. "What about that? If you want to find the master... Mr. Pig, I can take you there."
She refused to tease and winked at Salum. This woman knew too many inside stories and had also witnessed Nuo Yan's kneeling. "Then let's go and take us to see Mr. Pig."
"It's okay to take you there, but promise me not to forget the words 'Master Pig'." Salum solemnly reminded...
In the forest, Galio was walking slowly with a giant sword on his shoulder. The armor that had been chipped by ink jade was brand new and had obviously been repaired by it. And Galio was heading towards the defense line composed of undead and monsters.
Go, some of the undead souls summoned by the wild boar these days seemed to be a little afraid of him and took the initiative to give way.
Blue flames were burning in the palm of his hand, and his laughter could be heard from time to time in the dark blue flames, seeming to be laughing at the weakness of the undead around him.
At the end of the passage where the undead group dispersed, the figure of the Dread Knight stood there without a mount. The red flames under his visor were beating, and he looked at Galio with a hint of challenge.
"What do you want to do?" The flame in Galio's palm gradually extinguished, but the sword on his shoulder began to burn, "Challenge me?"
The Dread Knight suddenly lowered his head and rushed towards Galio, slashing with his long sword towards Galio's chest, and the aura of fear beneath his feet caused the soul fire in the eyes of the surrounding skeletons to beat continuously.
A big hand accurately and violently knocked away the fear knight's knight's sword, and directly caught it in the neck of the fear knight. Two powerful undead of about the same height, but in an instant, they were determined to win. Galio held the sword with one hand.
The Dread Knight raised it.
"From today on, I am the commander of the undead under my master, and you are my outstanding general, nothing more."
The Dread Knight was thrown aside by him, and Galio, whose path was unobstructed, slowly walked toward the depths of the jungle, the sword he carried burning with flames, but never stopped.
A white feather floated in front of his eyes, and Galio suddenly took off running wildly, but the figure passing above his head had a speed that he could not catch up with.
"Tremble! You humble and ugly elves..." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
