"Don't get entangled! Get out! Get away!" Captain Jennifer tried her best to recover, hoping that all the mercenaries on the steps would retreat to give the archers with armor-piercing heavy arrows a shooting space.
Finally, we had the experience of the first confrontation. Although the mercenaries were panicked this time, under the leadership of several captains, they finally stabilized their position and were not scattered by a single blow like before.
Fearing the lethality and savage desperate attack of this Pige and Orephin warrior, a team of four dragonlance infantrymen carried a fine iron horse dragonlance and set up a shield with a steel shield and a seven-edged dragonlance.
Dense steel forest - this is absolutely correct. The seven-blade long forest of secret guns can even resist the heavy cavalry, not to mention the Behemoth infantry who only know how to cut and slash, blocking the steps and passages.
While going down the slope, when the close combat begins, the archers can cover the blows calmly and carry out key attacks with armor-piercing heavy arrows with a weight of up to five ounces, and then there will be no suspense in this battle.
It was just that the dragon spear infantry blocked the downhill intersection, but pushed the spearmen guarding the "Bird Wing Ballista" in the middle of the steps into the abyss of eternal destruction.
When the dental stick came over, four or five mercenaries on the steps were caught by his power. They turned around and ran away in panic. They ran into a forest of Jumalong spears and were hung up like meat skewers.
The "Metal Rose" mercenary group did not originally have the dragon spear heavy infantry organization. When they were changing their equipment at the Sherpa family's weapons shop, the squadron leader of the pikemen squadron was envious of this seven-edged heavy spear with a towering tip.
, brought ten handles over, but unexpectedly they came in handy immediately.
This battle was fought in a cowardly manner. They all used high-end weapons designed to fight heavy cavalry to fight infantry. The agile leader of the gun handle squadron was filled with emotions.
In the end, ten old men who were on the battlefield, with a keen sense of touch, had just erected the dragon spear array, and countless sharpened bamboos filled the gaps in the spear array, making it lush and lush. These are the slave catchers under Count Toti.
Group members.
The spearmen guarding the bird-winged crossbows on the steps were unlucky. Ordinary spears could not resist the weapons of these Behemoths. Regardless of flexibility or length, the long knives of the Mammoth Hercules were definitely not.
This group of mercenaries is comparable, and as for the fastest sprinter, he is simply a nightmare within a nightmare.
With no way to go to the sky and no way to reach the ground, the spearmen encountered the same dilemma as the first wave of attacking echelons. The leader was not afraid of any spear piercing him. If you stab me, I will hit you with a stick, spear.
Touching his armor was like hitting an iron wall, but the mace in his hand was indestructible. The spearmen now only hated themselves for wearing a wall to fight with him. As for those who followed him,
The group of Orphan warriors behind him were even more terrifying. During a close fight, they stabbed a mercenary in the belly. They could also stab a row of them after him.
The spearmen originally had a phalanx formation, but they were fighting each other, but they no longer had any formation, they were just being hacked and beaten.
Ordinarily, the attack method of this group of Behemoths is not actually an advanced strategy and tactics. This level of attack can be said to be the simplest and has no technicality at all. However, it has allowed the veteran mercenaries who have experienced battles to
After two big losses in a row, the mercenaries went crazy. They knew how to defend themselves, but they couldn't.
Their IQs have been completely stunned by this brutal and ferocious fighting style.
The spearmen were good at close combat. Logically speaking, the great swordsmen protecting them in the back row should come up to respond at this time, but the narrow passage was already blocked, and people kept being thrown into the air.
The corpses were flying down, and sometimes the sea of swords in front of him was screaming and shouting, but in vain, a swift sword light had already broken open his body, and even hugged the head of a mercenary behind him. This was no fight at all.
The whole thing has turned into a massacre.
Captain Jennifer rode on horseback and yelled for a long time. Even she didn't know what she said. The only thing she was sure of was that her head was in a mess.
Seeing that the exit of the steps was blocked by a dense forest-like gun array, the Behemoths in front of them were like wolves and tigers, specializing in picking out crowded places to pounce. There were several brave swordsmen who fought back but failed.
Just as it was being delivered to the opponent's knife edge, this group of Beamon had already killed them. The leader Pig's terrifying mace had almost blocked all attack angles in such a small space.
In the past, it fell to pieces, and the two-handed heavy sword and its owner were often smashed away by a thousand-pound mace, and the broken steel blades were scattered everywhere.
What's even more annoying is that even if some great swordsmen have good martial arts skills, if they dare to catch the steel sword of the opponent's Orphan warrior, they will often cut their body into two pieces with their own heavy sword. This kind of psychological pressure
It's too torturous.
Under the urging of the captain, the archer formation began to suppress fire indiscriminately. At such a close distance, the crowd on the steps was moving around, and accidental injuries were definitely inevitable. The archers, under the command of the captain,
With a single volley, a dense pile of arrows were seen covering the crowd fighting fiercely on the steps like a dark cloud, and screams suddenly began one after another.
What makes these archers who use armor-piercing heavy arrows hate it is that these Behemoths not only like to sneak into crowded places, but they will roll on the spot as soon as the bowstring rings. They are extremely shrewd. After a round of arrow rain,
Except for the Pige who was still counter-charging while wielding his mace, the remaining Orephin warriors used cunning that was completely inconsistent with the style of the Behemoth warriors. They quickly turned around and dragged the bird-winged Nu chariot away from the steps, sliding down the steps.
My feet slipped towards the cave dwelling.
The Battle of Hyjal between Beamon and humans a thousand years ago is still regarded as a classic example in the major imperial military academies. Although Beamon warriors are powerful, they lack discipline and can easily be lured to the enemy once they start to kill.
The enemy was surrounded by a plan and was completely annihilated. It was also unanimously recognized by major military academies as the most fundamental reason for the failure of the Battle of Hyjal.
Count Toti's face turned purple with anger. These Behemoths were able to escape from the battlefield even though they were being beaten. It almost made him feel like he had been hit by a fist in a pile of cotton.
One of the big guys in this group of Orphan warriors actually wore the bird-winged ballista as a cloak behind his back. He calmly stood behind the other giant elephant warriors and swung his big butts back to the cave dwelling. The sound of "duh duh" could not be heard.
Come on, armor-piercing heavy arrows have no way to deal with this kind of bronze ballista weighing more than 5,000 pounds.
The faces of the two magicians were not very good-looking. Facing opponents hundreds of times larger than them, these Bi-Mao not only showed no signs of timidity, but actually killed two in and two out. This was too embarrassing for the two magicians.
, but I have to admit that these Behemoths are very cunning. They specialize in finding places with many people and constantly move their positions, which makes the two great magicians a little bit cautious.
The earl promptly stopped the two masters from preparing to use high-level magic.
"There is no need for two masters to waste precious magic power. This match is definitely over." Count Toti said confidently.
As soon as the earl finished speaking, a row of mercenaries on the steps hit the front door with their maces from left to right. Several figures jumped into the air and fell from the steps above, landing in the forest of guns. "Plop, puff, puff."
"A series of muffled sounds, like pieces of salted fish that were sun-dried and oily, being stretched straight on the iron gun and exposed to the sun.
The fierce battle suddenly stopped.
There are at most a dozen mercenaries stuck on the steps, all of them great swordsmen.
The palms of many mercenaries holding dragon spears were wet. While everyone swallowed nervously, they were also secretly thinking, according to the tyranny of this pigeon warrior, could the dragon spear and shield be used to stop him?
Liu Zhencheng held the mace in his hand and slowly climbed down the stairs. His powerful momentum made every mercenary tremble. His strong body soaked in blood was blurry and dazzling in the sun, and his eyes seemed to be picking up the dark night.
A steel knife was slowly drawn out of its sheath. The cold edge shone with an eager desire to take away life.
The mercenaries felt as if they were picking up a bunch of moths and facing the blazing fire in the oil lamp.
As this person's eyes glanced over, everyone felt a chill on their necks, as if a heavy sword had been placed on their necks.
The great swordsmen were unable to retreat, and the Viking heavy swords in their hands were as heavy as the snowy mountains of Taimurraya.
Liu Zhanchen waved the mace in his hand, and the great swordsmen scrambled to climb the stone statues on both sides of the steps and jump down from them.
There was some commotion in the Dragonlance Formation, but it quickly returned to calm.
Amid the captain's roar, the archers who had just woken up from their dreams immediately remembered their responsibilities, and countless arrows shot at the Behemoth in a chaotic manner.
There was no way to hide, and the dark cloud-like arrows were like a bunch of hungry locusts. They pounced on this lonely figure with a cruel smile.
Faced with the terrifying scene, even this Pige could only helplessly cover his face with his mace. After three breaths, this Pige became a standard porcupine. His body was covered with arrows and feathers, and the arrows in his hands were
The mace fell weakly with a "kang-dang" sound, and with a pair of black eyes filled with fierceness that had never disappeared, he fell down and rolled softly down the stairs.
The mercenaries cheered in unison, and everyone felt as happy as if they were relieved.
Seeing the pig that had been shot like a spurred pig finally fall down, Captain Jennifer herself breathed heavily and took a few big breaths of fresh air.
Count Toti shook his head.
After all, Behemoth is Behemoth. Even if a few become cunning, there are still fools after all. The soldiers of the slave catching group have just installed several crossbows and small catapults, but it seems that they are no longer needed.
The earl couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that he could look at the situation with a smile. So what if he was a powerful Behemoth warrior? In the face of human wisdom and the cooperation of multiple arms, what use would it be.
The pleasure of sniping a strong man filled the earl's chest. This feeling was wonderful.
The two magicians looked at each other and smiled. Since there was no need to spend money to say something like the earl was wise, they just threw it away to the earl who looked like "everything is under control".
"Keep going! I'm going to pick off those Orphan ivory tusks to make decorations for me!" Captain Jennifer was already red-eyed, and she had completely forgotten the task assigned to her by Lord Face.
The morale-shaken mercenaries screamed and rushed up the steps again, stepping on the corpses and slippery blood on the ground. The heavy dragon gun phalanx opened the way in front, and the archers followed closely to deal with this pig.
After gaining experience in the battle, the mercenaries simply loved these heavy dragon guns. After experiencing the initial panic, the mercenaries have now completely calmed down and are ready to use the same method to eliminate the remaining Ores.
Fen warrior.
The powerful "Song of Dolot" sounded.
"The dragon knight is free to roam under the morning glow, the Danube grassland is extremely undulating, the elite army of the mercenary country is majestic, all the allies are in peace, full of glory, Dolot!"
"Let's go. Do what you should do next." The earl smiled and said to the officers watching the battle around him.
The fairy dragon watching the battle in the sky couldn't believe it. Did this Richard die like this? Just die so simply?
The mercenaries of "Metal Rose" hated this man who could kill thousands of swords. In two waves of charges, at least fifty or sixty mercenaries died in his hands. As the dragonlance infantry stepped forward step by step,
After going up to the top of the steps and completely blocking the passage with guns, tightly suppressing the space where the Orphan warriors could counterattack, two ruthless swordsmen immediately shot the hedgehog-like pig from
He pulled it down the steps. He dragged his feet backwards to the carriage carrying weapons and equipment, ready to unload it into pieces to relieve his anger.
They had just jumped down from the passage in a panic under the intimidation of this guy's eyes, which was very embarrassing, and now they wanted to get their face back.
The figure was heavy and dragged a long bloody trail on the ground. The two swordsmen dragged it with great difficulty. They called the coachman from afar to drag the grass-cutting guillotine over, preparing to cut the figure piece by piece.
Cut into several sections.
Turn the body over. As soon as your fingers touched the clasps of the armor, the twisted faces of the two executioners suddenly changed into another expression - suddenly you saw a dead man grinning at you.
, human expressions basically seem to be carved out of the same mold.
At this time, other people's attention was either focused on the bloody battle that was about to begin at the entrance of the large cave dwelling on the steps, or on preparing to cross the river. No one noticed the muffled sounds of several broken neck bones.
The count's bed crossbow and small catapult were also pushed under the steps. A scholar-looking human in robes used branches to draw geometric patterns on the ground. This was the Sherpa family who recruited them from the Syracuse Principality of Chesang Continent at a high price.
Archimedes, the scholar, could draw wonderful geometric patterns with compasses and rulers, calculate accurate design elements, and make crossbows and slings hit every target.
At this moment, it seemed that everyone's blood was boiling with excitement from the impending victory.
The only exception was the groom who was dragging the guillotine. This guy was trembling all over. He was lying comfortably on the ground with arrows all over his body. Next to him lay two mercenaries with disproportionately skewed necks.
The coachman knew that he was not dazzled. Just now, this guy had broken the necks of two tall and strong mercenaries with his fingers. The coachman heard the crisp sound of the spines being broken.
The man fumbled around in his arms for a long time. Finally he took out a huge cigar and waved to him.
"Brother, lend me a hand." Liu Zhencheng looked at the groom who was covered in chaff and raised his little finger.
The groom trembled all over. A piece of flint escaped from his arms and he handed it over with shaking hands. There was a "clack-clack-clack" sound in his lips.
Liu Zhancheng grabbed the handle of the grass-cutting guillotine with his left hand and twisted it. There was a muffled "squeak" sound, and a huge guillotine was pulled off from the button. He took the flint and rubbed it on the knife, and then lifted the big guillotine.
cigar.
The groom's eyes widened to the extreme, and he fell to the ground like a wooden stake.
Captain Jennifer and the Earl were riding their horses towards the river when a fierce howl of close combat drew their attention back. A figure wielding a large guillotine was swept into the crowd of people on the steps like the wind.
, watching helplessly as that wise head was swung into the sky with a cheap guillotine.
There are no words to describe the panic of the mercenaries at this moment. From the operators who were playing with crossbows and small slings to the archers in the back row on the steps, they were all slashed by a large guillotine.
The nightmare reappeared again. This Pige, who was covered with arrows and feathers, brandished a rough and lame big guillotine, cutting down countless expensive weapons and their owners to the ground. The heavy guillotine was like a light stick in his hand.
The sewing needles were twisted into big windmills.
This kind of surprise attack from behind has no blocking or hindrance, and is especially suitable for Liu Zhenshao's horizontal and vertical slashes.
Death passage! Definitely a death passage!
The army that was already preparing to evacuate all looked at this man with a guillotine to cut a road in surprise and fear.
"This guy must be wearing more than one layer of armor!" the Earl said through gritted teeth.
The two magicians were going crazy. It was a melee again! Another melee! At this time, firing large magic spells was worried about accidental damage, and firing small magic fire bombs was like a farewell to this figure. I wonder if it was the plasma stained on his body.
If it was too thick, it would still be like rain of blood falling from the air. Anyway, it would be extinguished when the flame bomb hits it.
Captain Jennifer's vision went dark and she almost fell off her horse.
This pig actually cheated his death, he actually faked his death! Captain Jennifer felt that she was about to collapse, a stupid pig actually knew how to cheat his death!
Captain Jennifer had a premonition that her two squadrons of pikemen and two squadrons of archers would be removed from the ranks.
The archers and dragonlance infantry huddled together obviously never dreamed that someone would attack them from behind. The loud "Song of Dolot" stopped abruptly, and Liu Zhenshao actually picked up another pick while chopping melons and vegetables along the way.
The two-pronged attack of his mace was like a horse's hoof stepping into the mud. Wherever his figure passed, there was a spray of blood everywhere.
With lightning speed and speed, the other mercenaries recovered from their shock. By the time they were chasing after them, this figure had already rushed up the twenty-bladed steps, and the last heavy-armed dragonlance infantryman
The skull was cut open with a knife on the back of his head, and there were piles of corpses lying on the ground around him.
What's even more exaggerated is that this man raised his foot and held a heavy dragon gun that four people could carry in his hand. He roared "Campas!" and with a swipe on the ground, the thick dragon gun passed by.
A black shadow pinned a woolly rhinoceros cavalryman and his mount to the ground in Hongtu Gaopoxia, and the seven-blade long gun body penetrated half of the ground.
The woolly rhinoceros struggled with its hooves and howled desperately.
"Campus!" The hero roared and tore open his own armor and threw off his horned helmet, one layer, two layers, and three layers.
Such wild muscles. Full of explosive power and wild chest hair. It gave everyone the illusion of facing a wild beast.
All the war horses were frightened by the roar and retreated.
"Let me do it!" Master Fran tore open a scroll that had been prepared for a long time in his hand. A long spell with complex elemental power faintly fluctuated in the air. Countless spices with different flavors were sprinkled from the master's fingers.
Dispersed with the wind.
Red smoke suddenly rose from the place where the pig warrior stood at the entrance of the cave. Circles of hexagrams flickered on the ground, and a ball of orange-red flames shot up into the sky, engulfing the pig in an instant.
In the magical fire, there are obvious screams and jumping figures of the flame elves.
This "Wall of Flame" can be considered a very high-level fire magic, and Master Fran couldn't help but feel a little proud.
The fire of the magic flame gradually spread to the steps and passages, and the stench of incinerated corpses filled the air.
"This savage orc is really honored to die under Master Fran's superb magic." Count Toti took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread and covered his nose elegantly.
"It's a pity that he can't cheat death again this time." Master Fran laughed.
As if in response to the master's words, a bolt of lightning-like silver light spurted out from the flames. Although the target was directed at the two magicians and the earl, although the accuracy was a bit poor, the silver light with a drifting arc eventually came from the two magicians and the earl.
The master's followers passed by and disappeared into the ranks of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group nearby.
A neat row of people and a neat row of bamboos collapsed at the same time.
The two magicians were in shock, looking at themselves up and down with strong mental stimulation from the aftermath of the disaster, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
This was the moon blade launched by the bird-wing ballista. The strong wind brought out by the saw-tooth moon blade when it rotated reminded them of sea cramps in their calves and made their hair stand on end.
The followers of the two masters suffered heavy casualties. The sharp moon blades rotated too fast. Some of the warriors whose abdomens were cut open were still crawling on the ground. The two masters' eyes were split open.
The magic elves in the "wall of flame" at the entrance of the cave disappeared, and the flames swirling around disappeared in an instant.
That Pige was like a phoenix, standing alive at the entrance of the cave that had been burned by the fire and still smelling of green smoke and the smell of burnt meat. He had an antique bronze bird-winged ballista on his shoulders and had a ballistae in his mouth.
The flickering cigar, the sharp eyes, and the strong and sturdy body are bathed in a layer of vaguely dense blue flames.
"Sacrifice?" Archmage Fran was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
There is actually a Behemoth priest hiding in the cave! Master Fran really has the urge to strangle that guy to death.
Only after being shrouded in the glorious aura of "sacrifice" and surrounded by the soul fire of the altar can Behemoth warriors temporarily possess the ability to "absorb flames" and cannot be harmed by fire magic.
Without this bastard priest causing trouble, how could this Pige still stand here intact under the scorching magic flames, and actually shoot a moon blade out of his wits, killing most of his followers!
Archmage Fran almost couldn't breathe after this discovery - a valuable magic scroll was thrown out, but it only served as a cover for the opponent's sneak attack.
Master Fran actually misunderstood Liu Zhenzhen. The range of the fire-proof beads was only five yards in radius, but the mammoth Hercules were so huge. In order to prevent accidents, Liu Zhenzhen asked Guoguo, who was placed in the cave dwelling as a reserve team, to hold the "
"A fire in the winter" - "Sacrifice Song Scroll" is smashed, and the flame absorption ability of "Sacrifice" is used to increase the insurance factor.
Since he was recently teaching boys and girls how to make war song scrolls, Liu Zhenzhan had accumulated thousands of cherry wood scrolls in the past two months. Guoguo also threw one to Liu Zhenzhen, which made Master Fran know how to make it.
Wrong idea.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Count Toti threw away the exquisite handkerchief in his hand, and tremblingly pointed his riding crop at the figure who could not be killed no matter how hard he hit him, shouting hysterically.
The great magician Fran's face turned green and white, gritted his teeth, and once again tore open a magic scroll with an elegant shape. The lengthy spell was even more complicated and long than the "Wall of Fire" just now, and Guao's obscure magic scales
It echoed lowly in the air with mysterious power.
Master Ortega shrugged regretfully. The cooldown time for these Behemoths' "sacrifice" has not yet expired, so fire magic is now ineffective against them.
The mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group didn't have the courage to go up anymore. You pushed me, and I pushed you to give in. Their leader Jennifer's lips moved for a long time, but she didn't give a complete order.
The heavy-armed scythes of the "Tornado" mercenary group were dispatched. One squadron stayed behind, and the heavy-armed scythes of the other squadron, led by captain Rodman, took mechanical and vigorous steps. They held three layers of weapons in their hands.
Tower shield and scythe. Stepped onto the death steps passage washed countless times with blood.
The formation of the heavy-armed giant scythes is perfect. The phalanx marching together has an unusually strong sense of oppression. The giant scythes and heavy armor are jumping to harvest the cold light of life.
Two Master Fran's magic apprentices added the "Gravity Elimination Technique" to these heavy-armed scythes. This is a wonderful space magic. After this magic is applied, it will have a certain alleviating effect on the gravity of the earth.
, the giant scythe wielders wearing heavy armor suddenly felt light all over, their steps were light, and their courage doubled.
The Mammoth Hercules and Guoguo also rushed out of the cave. Like Liu Zhenzhen, their bodies were also shining with the light of the soul fire of the altar.
Guoguo was carrying a big leather bag that was dragged on the ground. It was full of scrolls of war songs. Guoguo's belly pocket was also full. The fat hen-like macaw stood beside it, holding a small stick in its mouth.
root scroll.
At first glance, Guoguo's appearance looks like a profiteer who comes to wholesale sell war song scrolls.
"Remember my name, you died at the hands of Pompeii's tough guy Rodman!" Rodman, the captain of the heavily armored scythe at the front of the phalanx, roared from the cracks in the thick armor as he climbed up the stairs.
His voice was like a roaring lion.
"Why does this guy have the same name as me?" A mammoth strongman scratched his head in confusion and asked his boss stupidly. Like Guoguo, he also had a huge leather pocket on his back.
"From the next moment, you are the only one in the world named Rodman." Liu Zhenzhen alone installed the hinge spring on the bird-wing crossbow, and pointed the elk's mouth at the steps.
The psychological quality of the heavy-armed scythemen of the "Tornado" mercenary group is simply a world away compared to the mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" just now. Even with a layer of plate armor, Liu Zhenshao can learn from the smallest details.
Through the seams of their helmets, I could feel the desperation and fierceness in their blood-red pupils. Even if the bird-winged ballista was aimed at them, these brave Pompeii men had no intention of flinching.
In terms of momentum alone, this kind of bravery and bravery that would rather die than retreat is enough to defeat the confidence of some timid opponents.
"These things are quite good." Liu Zhenzhen sneered again and again.
Finally, the meaning spell was finally completed. As the magic scroll spontaneously ignited without fire, Master Fran shot out small silver-white light balls from his halberd fingers, hitting the ballista who was holding the ballista and preparing to launch the moon blade like thunder.
Liu was shocked.
There were five small silver light balls in a row, and the torque generated by the powerful magic fluctuations made the entire space seem to tremble.
The ball of light came so fast that it almost caught Liu Zhenshao off guard. Fortunately, he had a large ballista in his hand. Liu Zhenshao followed the clever approach of the mammoth Hercules and flipped the bird-winged crossbow as a shield.
These five series of magic light balls.
Master Fran released these five silver light balls, his face turned pale, and he sat back on the chair, panting.
One after another, the light balls hit the bird-wing crossbow, and the bow and arrow made a loud noise when they hit the crossbow. Master Fran prepared these for a long time. He chanted light magic for a long time.
The silver ball of light hit the crossbow, but Liu Zhenhan didn't even feel any vibration.
Liu Zhancheng was a little funny. Is this the level of a so-called human magician? Was he too careful?
Before he could finish this thought, the bird-winged ballista he was holding in his arms disappeared into the air. A silver ball of light hit his chest, colliding with a piece of mercury stardust. It floated in front of Liu Zhenhan with an extremely intense expression.
The nostalgia seemed to disappear.
Liu was shocked as if struck by lightning, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.
Guoguo quickly picked up the cigar and put it in her mouth. The mammoth Hercules who strangled Rodman slowed down a step, with a look of resentment on his face.
"Dimensional space transfer technique!" Liu Zhenzhen roared, clenching his fists.
Only then did he remember that this magician of the other party not only practiced fire magic, but was also a rare space magician! Who could pay more attention to magicians than Priest Monk!
"Dimensional space transfer" is a very Boolean space magic that can transfer any "unnaturally generated items" to another unknown dimensional space. This terrifyingly powerful magic has no effect on creatures of any race.
All are valid - because whether they are humans, Behemoths, elves, dwarves, or dragons, they are all by-products of enjoying the pleasures of men and women, and are not natural.
This is also the only magic that even dragons who are immune to magic are afraid of. Because this magic is not immune at all, only luck. However, the success rate of this terrible magic is very limited. Each "different-dimensional space transfer spell" is only about 10%.
There is a 1-in-1 chance that it will work. In other words, even if you take a hit, you may still be intact and nothing will happen to you, or you may completely disappear from this world.
The success rate of five consecutive "Dimensional Space Transfer Techniques" is at least one-half. In fact, this is exactly the case. Although the first three shots are all ineffective, the four "Dimensional Space Transfer Techniques"
The "Transfer Technique" did indeed work. He actually transferred a heavy bird-winged crossbow of three to four thousand pounds! The fifth one did not work, but Liu's shocked heart is still beating loudly and he has night sweats.
, loss of strength, fear and other negative emotions were jumping up and down in Liu Daguan who had been going through the gate of hell.
Looking at his empty hands, Liu Zhenshao couldn't believe it.
Master Fran is also jumping around at this time. With his cultivation level, he wants to master the "different-dimensional space transfer technique". I don't know if it will be possible in another hundred years. This five-shot "different-dimensional space transfer technique" scroll
It was passed down from his mentors of previous generations, and it was a mountain-holding magic weapon at the bottom of the box. Today, Pige also killed most of his followers with the sawtooth moon blade launched by a bird-wing ballista, and collapsed in front of so many familiar people.
Taiwan, was forced to break the jar and throw it all away.
Even summoning this five-shot "different-dimensional space transfer technique" consumes most of Master Fran's magic power. Unfortunately, this powerful magic allowed this cunning Pige to escape through half luck and half cleverness.
It really made Master Fran so depressed that the thick phlegm got stuck in his throat again.
Everyone was stunned, but Guoguo was not idle. He held a cigar in his mouth and stuck out his butt. He broke off the war song scrolls of "Song of Slowness" and casually smashed them against the heavy-armed scythes who were advancing neatly on the steps.
, "Gravity Elimination Technique" and "Song of Slowness" conflicted, and the bodies of the heavy-armed giant scythes suddenly stagnated. Some of them lost their center of gravity, staggered, and fell on the steps. The armor was too heavy and they fell.
The fallen scythemen could not stand up at all, and the vacancies they left were filled by the horses in the back row.
This supposed to be an exaggerated scene was ignored by everyone, because everyone's eyes were fixed on that figure, with different expressions and different moods.
The giant scythes were getting closer and closer. The mammoth Hercules Rodman took out large green melons from the big leather pocket on his back, and smashed them mindlessly at the heavy armor, also named Rodman.
The captain in the giant scythe's hand, red juice splashing.
The sinister laughter of Squadron Leader Rodman of the Scythe resounded throughout the earth. Without the threat of the bird-winged ballista, the heavily armored Scythe relied on his own hard armor, his tall tall figure with two high blades, and his sharp long-handled scythe.
, so what if he is an Orphan warrior?
"Even if you hit us with rocks, our heavy-armed scythe-hand bodies can't withstand it!" The captain of the scythe-hands laughed wildly, and the scythe-hands neatly raised their tower shields and scythes. "
The wild roar of "ho ho ho ho" shot straight into the sky with a murderous aura.
There are still more than a dozen steps, and these Behemoths who have caused countless troubles will turn into bloody medals proving the scytheman's bravery in the eyes of thousands of people. Squadron Leader Rodman licked his dry lips.
Guoguo took a long puff of the cigar in her mouth, stretched her neck, and swallowed it deliciously into her belly. She then gave it to Macaw and Mammoth Rodman and each took a puff.
The flaming cigar, with a fruity and honest smile, drew a beautiful arc and landed on the steps called the death passage.