Chapter 137 Go underground to see the rain in winter
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"Song of the Forbidden Sky" caused a loss of airflow and caused a plane crash. It was in vain that two or three hundred people fell to the ground. Under the suppression of Liu Daguan, Gotani had been holding back until now, and she suddenly became confused and understood.
"Song of the Forbidden Sky" is indeed the best way to deal with the air force. It is a pity that this "Song of the Forbidden Sky" is not a sacrificial war song after all, but a racial power. The cooling time is too long. If not,
There is no reason to wait for the bulls and eagles to gather together before they can bloom.
The oxhawk who had a chance to escape in the air disappeared into the darkness again, leaving a mess of corpses in the valley. In addition to the ones who were shot, the oxhawk who fell from the sky because of the "Song of the Forbidden Sky" was a little bit...
As luck would have it, there were many corpses on cushions underneath to slow down the impact of the fall. Many Oxhawk people did not die on the spot after falling, and the sounds of broken bones, groans and wailings could be heard.
Liu Zhancheng held the Couli fire gun in his hand, shook out the bronze gun sword folded on the muzzle of the fire gun, strode forward, and hit all the oxhawks on the ground, dead or alive, with a gun
When the sword or blunderbuss sword is inserted into the wound, it needs to be stirred from side to side to verify whether there is a bastard who is pretending to be dead. Several bulls and hawks saw this evil-minded guy walking towards them, and they could still manage it.
Those who got up hurriedly stood up with clenched teeth. Lamely, they picked up the guns and wanted to resist. Liu Zhanchen knocked them to the ground with the butt of his rifle. The gun sword then opened the blood-filled beads. His gestures and
His movements are skillful and sophisticated, and you can tell at a glance that he does this often.
The Minotaur and the Typhon Giant looked a little dazed. Although they had their own ways of dealing with prisoners, for some reason, they still couldn't help but feel that this Lord was a bit cold-blooded and cruel.
"You are so cruel!" Sister Joan of Arc ran over and stopped Liu Zhan very dissatisfied. "After all, many of these people are still alive! Only the devil would do this to kill captives who have no ability to resist!"
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"You don't want to save them, do you? Bandage them? Then send them back?" Old Liu frowned and looked at the little nun. This little nun started vomiting soon after the battle, and it is still hanging on the corners of her mouth.
There is a trace of yellow bile, but now I can take care of my leisure.
Joan of Arc nodded with certainty.
"Decided not to do it so early." Liu Zhenzhen pointed at the little nun's back.
The little nun looked back and saw an oxhawk man not far away with a ferocious face, his wings had been broken in a strange and twisted direction, his face was covered in blood, and he was holding a throwing gun tightly in his hand.
After staggering, she swung her arms wide and threw the spear to tear the air out of the air. It flew hard towards the little nun's thin body. Jeanne's face turned frighteningly white in an instant, and her body became as stiff as ice.
Of course this throwing spear can't hurt her.
"Kindness and good deeds are two different things." Lao Liu only had one hand, and the ancient blunderbuss and blunderbuss sword were inserted into the chest of the oxhawk man, pinning the brave man to the ground.
So he freed up one hand, pinched the little nun's two charming dimples, and while sneering a series of words, he did not forget to smash the flying spear away with his mithril fist.
The corpses of these tauren were not spoiled. They were all thrown to the tauren's defense line to build fortifications. Hippo O'Neill led a group of poets there to pluck their feathers. They said that these eagle feathers can be used to make some very good embroidery.
Broom, the lord's notification commended their spirit of diligence and thrift.
In the gust-like battle just now, the damage caused by the Moorish army was extremely limited due to calculated calculations. Only a few Typhons were hit by a few spears on their shoulders. The flame skin of the Typhon giants was not comparable to that of stones.
Steel, although such damage is nothing to them, it can still cause blood loss. Without monks, this situation will gradually wear away the strength of the giant, but now there are a few monks with good skills, so this time
The victory was very satisfying.
In fact, at the beginning of the war, Liu Zhenshao had already persuaded these Typhon giants to put on armor. With their craftsmanship, it should not be difficult to make a large armor for themselves. Liu Zhenshao overestimated and underestimated his persuasive ability.
The national pride of these giants.
After returning home in vain, the Moorish army began to gather in the distance again, and it seemed that there would be another attack soon.
"Boss... are you asking the Boer brothers to move away so that we, the Mammoth Cavalry, can attack?" Collina came over and asked his boss cautiously. The cavalry captain was very serious about the confrontation just now.
I feel unhappy. As the glorious Feilengcui cavalry, I have always been a big showman. Today, I have become a coolie who smashes rocks. It really makes the Spur knight a little aggrieved. The terrain here is still very suitable for cavalry charges. If Feilengcui is heavy
Riding a traverse, these gray dwarves would either be crushed or forced to feed the fish and shrimps in the Gibraltar River.
"Why are you so anxious? This was just the first wave of tentative attacks. Those guys hiding in the river all calmed down. Why can't you calm down?" Liu Zhenzhen said with a smile:
"The real master of the Moorish Blood Elves hasn't come on stage yet. If you attack so quickly, won't you scare them away?"
"I am prepared to negotiate with the other party, not to scare them away." Liu Zhenzhen waved his hand and spoke narrowly in Bimeng with a strong Hunan accent, imitating Emperor Taizu's highest instructions before the negotiations in Chongqing: "Ni people
The more you beat and howl, the more torture you will get, which will help the nest to negotiate."
"We have magicians. The Typhon giant can use "Fire Meteor" and can be regarded as half a very powerful magician. The commander of the other side should make a careful calculation and figure out what to do next." Daisy
Said with a smile on the side.
"I really want to try what they are capable of." Liu Zhenshao said arrogantly: "From the current point of view, these opponents are not much more difficult to deal with than before!"
These words really sounded like arrogance, and several Typhon giants frowned and hesitated to speak.
The camp of the Moorish army rang with the distant and sad sound of bone horns. After waiting for a long time, a large number of oxhawks appeared again, but this time they did not attack, but rushed into the vast sky, flying higher and higher until they could no longer
There was no trace. There were at least 2,000 of these oxhawks. Such a large number of oxhawks flying into the sky was a sight to behold.
Through the eagle-eye telescope, Liu Zhancheng could barely see that each of the oxhawks seemed to be carrying something on their backs, and he had no idea what these guys were up to.
Old Liu raised his head and looked at the dark sky above his head, and then looked at Daisy beside him with an expression of questioning, who also looked puzzled.
Daisy frowned and fell into thought.
The answer soon came. A group of thirty or fifty oxhawks swooped down from the sky one after another. These oxhawks made piercing screams as they dived, making the valley heavily guarded. However, these oxhawks swooped down.
After reaching four to five hundred yards, he dropped a throwing spear and immediately raised it up, spreading his long wings diagonally and turning over in the air, flying towards his defense line on the south coast of Gibraltar.
Even the panda warriors are not completely sure that they can hit the target with their throwing spears at a distance of 200 yards, let alone the oxhawks at 400 to 500 yards in the air.
, these throwing spears certainly did not cause any trouble to the Behemoths in the valley.
Groups of oxhawks came to harass them every few minutes. There were only a few dozen of them each time, throwing away their guns and running away. From time to time, a group of gray dwarves rushed in outside the valley. These dwarves were not invisible.
He rushes in swaggeringly, turns around and leaves after not getting very far, and then rushes in again after a while, annoying everyone.
This harassment tactic soon made the Behemoth warriors in the valley more and more angry. The takin warriors pointed at the oxhawks in the sky and the gray dwarves on the ground and cursed angrily. These honest tauren were cursing.
The vocabulary is really not very rich, and there is nothing new after turning it over and over again. The macaw showed its prowess at this time. As soon as it opened its mouth, all the minotaurs were dumbfounded. The honest minotaurs could not figure out how a parrot could sneak up here with swear words.
to some degree.
Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Although the macaws are invincible in their scolding battle, they cannot stop these guys who come to harass. Although a few of them were sniped down by Nedved's strong bow with a range of up to 2,000 yards.
, these gray dwarves and oxhawks still tirelessly attacked in small groups, constantly harassing them. Old Liu soon realized the disgust of these tired warriors, except for the jade militiamen wearing heavy armor.
They were divided into squads. Together with the invisible Soul Rangers, they waited outside to stay away from the enemy. The rest of the people, including all the takin warriors, all cut off the chains. They retreated to the giant hut to rest, eat, drink, play mahjong, and cultivate their spirits.
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This is what the opponent should want, and Liu Zhenshao throws himself into his arms.
This seemingly lax move indeed provoked another attack by the Moore army. The giant Typhon, who was well prepared, completely ignored the spears in the air, rushed out of the hut, and smashed the "flame meteorite" in the valley with all his strength.
At the gap, together with several magicians and the two-headed scepter-sacrificial monsters, most of the magical power in the valley was powerful fire magic, which caused huge damage to the gray dwarves who came over.
The only thing that shocked Liu was that this time there was actually a magician escort in the Moore camp. Several magic blood bullets rising into the sky showed that blood elf mages had joined, although the number may be smaller.
These enemies were very smart and retreated as soon as they stuck. Liu Zhenzhen's original idea of summoning ambush troops in the water to attack from both ends fell through as soon as it was launched. It was really a pity.
After the sea of fire at the gap gradually subsided, at the gap in the valley, several blood elves looked through the drifting smoke and dust, glaring at everyone in the valley with venomous eyes. Old Liu finally saw the Moorish elf whose image he had been trying to figure out for a long time.
The elegant and handsome elf wears a black and red cloak, with varying numbers of golden and red light bullets spinning around his neck. He looks very awesome.
The attack once again fell into a stalemate. Just like before, Moore's army began a coordinated air-ground harassment and fatigue battle. This boring harassment lasted for a whole day. During this period, Moore's army did not
No matter what kind of attack he launched, the other party stopped him with such a silent move, which completely stunned Lao Liu. What kind of medicine was the other party selling?
Liu Zhancheng was a little confused. He had only less than 500 troops here, and now that the Iron Lock Hengjiang Niutou Formation had been withdrawn, even if he had good magical power, he should not be able to let these troops move without any injuries.
Are you scared? Fight or not, walk or not, what kind of magic is this?
Although the lord himself is not a military expert, he likes to promote the spirit of military democracy, so he leaves this problem to everyone to analyze.
The indigenous faction agreed that the Moorish blood elf army was a little different this time. This time, the opponent's men and horses were so abundant. They even saw blood elf mages stepping onto the battlefield. This was not the case in previous battles.
It has never happened before, because I don’t know how many years ago, there was no example of the fallen elves approaching the Valley of Fire to personally fight - which one of the soul rangers, takin warriors and hellfires is easier to mess with?
Especially the Typhon Giant, who is known as "Hellfire". Not only is his physical attack power unparalleled, he is also a fire magician who casts monotonous but powerful spells. Even if he sends an elf magician from the royal family to resist magic,
If you want to annihilate these ferocious Typhon giants, there will inevitably be a large number of casualties - Typhon giants with Titan blood, even super-level monsters such as dragons, will never dare to
Look down on them.
The immediate conflict of interest between the Flame Valley and the fallen elves is not very serious. In the final analysis, the oil and water in the Flame Valley is not actually very large. Although the grains are concentrated in an astonishing amount, it would take a large number of fallen soldiers to
It is really not cost-effective to fill this gap. The "Fire Meteor" of the Typhon giant can only be said to be a racial power rather than an elemental magic. The blood elves' demon draining cannot be used on them. Fighting such an opponent to the death will not count.
All the fallen elves in the tent will feel that this is not necessary---in fact, these fallen elves have not really shown any intention of fighting for many years. Tauren and giants are not militants. They will not invade, nor will they.
These are the two fallen elves who are going to invade the black continent of the second-level underground world. Facing such a completely harmless and powerful opponent, the fallen elves maintain a certain degree of restraint. This decision is definitely very wise. If it were any other
The same must be true for robbers with evil intentions and ruthless hands.
The hostility shown by the blood elves today is completely different from the past. What is their specific conspiracy? Why do they risk their lives by laying out such blood? Most of the indigenous factions are muscular masters, and no one can say that they are ugly.
But every native, even if they are slow, can feel how serious the situation they are facing this time is - the army of fallen elves has an unwritten tradition. Once there is a battle with royal elves shirtless,
It has always been a fight to the death. Although the magic sensitivity of elves is far superior to that of other intelligent races, those who can truly become full-time mages are only a drop in the bucket. The vast majority of any social structure is composed of ordinary people.
Even elves are no exception. For blood elves, having a magician in battle is definitely a battle that must be won.
This sign was not a good sign, and the tauren and giants suddenly felt a little heavy in their hearts.
Regarding the fact that the two fallen elves had not had a life-and-death duel with the tauren and the Typhon giants before, Liu Zhenshao synthesized the indigenous sayings and came up with a hypothetical conjecture--except that these two races are both
There are a large number of fierce and brave warriors, which makes the two fallen elves very afraid. The two fallen elves may not want to kill all the cavemen in the Raging Flame Continent. After all, the two fallen elves do not give birth.
As a race, they need farmers who can provide them with a source of livelihood. Cavemen are the best labor force. To rob these farmers of all their grains is to kill the goose that lays the eggs. There are many places where fallen elves need cheap labor.
These cavemen are an extremely cowardly race. To put it bluntly, they are just the livestock of a bunch of stakers. They can eat and kill if they want. With the wisdom of the elves, they should not fail to consider the concept of "fishing from the lake".
Simple and simple truth - history has already proved an irrefutable truth. It is actually a very simple matter to exterminate a race. Take Bimeng as an example. In several world wars in the past ten thousand years,
The ethnic cleansing caused the Bimeng family, which once looked proud of the entire Aegean continent, to exterminate countless races, and among these races, none of them were tougher than the cavemen.
If Tu wiped out all the cavemen in a short time, what would the two fallen elves eat and drink in the future? Couldn't they just farm their own land?
Liu Zhenshao's assumption is not unfounded. This judgment can be seen from the current number of cavemen in the Black Territory Continent. In the second-level underground world occupied by the two fallen elves, the Black Territory Continent has so far
The number of cavemen is still 20 million. If two fallen elves deliberately want to exterminate the cavemen, ten thousand years will be enough for two fallen elves to kill not even a single hair of these cavemen is left. How can they still be there?
There are 20 million cavemen left in the Black Territory Continent.
Now they have changed this approach and are preparing to kill the Minotaur and Typhon Giant, and destroy the caveman protector and grain patrol officer of the Raging Flame Continent. There are only two possibilities that can be inferred. The first possibility: they will never
There is no need for cavemen anymore. They no longer need to raise cows to drink milk, so they are now ready to sharpen their knives. The second possibility is that their militaristic ideas have begun to spread and they can no longer tolerate their own troops being blocked by the enemy.
Most people have reservations about the lord's first guess. Everyone knows the arrogance of the fallen elves. If there is no support from the cavemen, what will they eat? The fallen elves and the tribes gathered under their command, whether it is the river
Immortals are still gray dwarves. They have not had any contact with the land since tens of thousands of years ago.
In fact, all the alien races in the underground world are supported by cavemen, and this does not only refer to the two fallen elves and their subordinates. It also includes the Boer Takin, who are interested in planting fern crops on underground volcanic ash.
and fresh moss crops, so far, other races do not know it - the knowledge of underground farming is not as simple as treating guests to dinner, especially in the dark areas where photosynthesis is weak. Ten thousand
For years, everyone has been accustomed to cavemen providing food. If they were gone, where would others eat?
As for the Lord's second speculation, there is some possibility. Perhaps the king of the blood elves has changed to an iron-blooded one and cannot tolerate the slightest failure of his army, so he fights to the death. However, there are also some unexplained questions.
, in the eyes of the fallen elves, the lives of the vassal gray dwarves and oxhawks have never been that important to them.
The discussion was lively, but the result was that nothing useful could be accomplished.
After another half-day of waiting, the third wave of blood elf attacks finally began. This gave the staff who had been talking on paper for a long time a chance to reveal the answer to the mystery.
After rushing out of the hut, all the Behemoth warriors and Typhon giants were surprised to find a row of blood elf mages standing on the cliff of the ring-shaped mountain in the distance. There were twenty of them!
Twenty blood elf magicians with golden-red light bullets flying around their necks, this is no joke force!
A large number of gray dwarf warriors wearing high-quality steel armor and wielding war hammers also rushed into the gap in the valley. Who knows if any gray dwarfs were invisible. What surprised everyone most was not those gray dwarves, but the gray dwarves who rushed in.
There are hundreds of blood elf warriors at the forefront holding sharp swords. These blood elf warriors run very fast and [jump quickly]. What makes Jin amazed is that there is a wave of energy condensed in the other hand of these blood elf warriors.
Another red magic halo, a trickle of magic light divided into several branches, shot flat on the sharp swords in their hands, while they were running, bursts of loud and melodious arias also flowed from their mouths.
Xiang started, and the sonorous and powerful aria even drowned out the heavy footsteps of the gray dwarves. After the end of the aria in which this kind of singing is not singing, and singing is not singing, they had delicate and elegant sharp swords with calyxes in their hands, dragging
Under the tug of the other hand of the blood-red magic halo, it seemed to be controlled by red magic beams, gliding in the air beside them, dancing up and down, like a nectar surrounded by flowers.
Naughty hummingbird.
"Holy shit! Swordsmanship!" Liu Zhenzhen stuck out his tongue and thought about a manuscript martial arts novel he had read before.
"This is the Blood Elf Sword Chant! The elite warrior of the Blood Elf clan!" Xiao Cui yelled out loud, correcting Old Liu's slip of the tongue.
Moore's army was like a whirlwind. At this time, the only ones blocking the front line were the eighty immortal Tauren warriors controlled by the Soul Rangers. The others were still stunned in place. Everyone was looking at Liu Zhenshao.
Liu Zhencheng suddenly felt a chill on his face. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and it turned out to be raindrops. The raindrops were not small, and half of Liu Zhencheng's palm was wet.
Liu Zhenzhen calmly looked around at the sky around him. There was no figure of the oxhawk man swooping madly in the sky. This group of flying killers was standing on the back of the surrounding mountains. They had not yet taken off. There were only streaks in the sky.
The increasingly dense rain lines rapidly expanded in the field of vision.
The heavy rain fell from the sky suddenly.
"What the hell are you doing standing still? Why don't you all come into the house!" Liu Zhenshaan pointed at the completely stupid group of Typhon giants and yelled in a voice that almost broke his throat.
Typhon giants absolutely cannot fight in such heavy rain. Typhon giants have an innate fear of water. Too much rain will cause them serious harm.
The giant Typhon was really too big. There were many takin warriors standing crowded at the door of the hut. When they were hit by their huge bodies, all the takin warriors became a mess. The enemy was in front of them, and they were anxious.
Duncan was yelling: "Hold on! Hold on!"
"Where did such heavy rain come from? Where did such heavy rain come from underground? How could there be rain in the underground world?" Master Ortega, the fire magician, was dumbfounded. He kept looking at the sky and shouted: "Oh my God! I am
Fire magician! This will reduce my magic!"
I am afraid that no one can answer Ortega's question, because at this time, most people's minds are also confused by why it rains underground. The raccoon sacrificed Flamel's magic pet is a nine-tailed fire fox. It is also a fire element.
The magical rainstorm was so heavy that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes, causing Priest Pier to roll his eyes.
Liu Zhenzhen didn't believe that the rain was natural at all, but at the moment he couldn't figure out why the Moorish elves with blood magic were able to cause heavy rain, and "happened" to take advantage of the powerful force of the Typhon Giant to retreat.
Time period, the reason for attacking first in vain.
There was no room for this thoughtful lord to waste his brain any more. The blood elf mage's first wave of magic and the charging Moore army had already covered them up, and the oxhawk finally spread its wings and swooped over from the cliff.
, this time, their feathers were all very wet, so they flew very low and very heavy.
The golden crows on the little sun under the ground were blown away by the unprecedented heavy rain. The sound of hard objects piercing the air by the slingshots of the Muskmen suddenly sounded, wrapped in strings of water droplets thrown away, splashing on these oxhawk people,
The volleys of the Musketeers' slingshots were like the pouring rain.
Looking around in the valley where the sound of killing was overwhelming, there was a densely packed Moorish army in the dense rain curtain! The takin warriors got into a mess and looked at each other. They were dumbfounded by the heavy rain because they had never seen them before.
I have seen what "rain" is.
The smile of the winner has flashed on the faces of all the blood elves Jian Yong. The opponents have been completely panicked, and an important force has been forced away. At this time, the blood elves have every reason to smile! The unorganized battle has been decided.
Success or failure, victory or defeat! The blood elves have completely mastered all situations!
However, if they had known that one of the enemies they were facing was a rogue force that was best at bayonets and counterattacks in the surface world of the Aegean continent, they would not be able to smile so brightly.
"Ming Dy." Liu Zhenzhen wiped his face calmly, pulled out a long diamond sword from Fei Luo's shoulder with his backhand, and nodded to Nedved beside him.
Beside him, a small sagittal charge formation had been fully formed. The magicians and priests at the rear were also tightly surrounded by the followers of the two scepter priests and twenty hippopotamus poets.
Zheqin, the divine arrow of the Haos clan, single-handedly picked up the strong bow on the side of his hip. In an instant, five icy-light carved feather arrows with shrill screams shook off countless water curtains and went straight into the distance.
and flew away from the chests of the blood elf mages above him.
Upon hearing Mingdi's call, the Gibraltar River erupted with a giant umbrella rising into the sky, and a strong man as tall as a god suddenly jumped out of the water, waving a giant anchor with a long handle in his hand.