Chapter four hundred and sixty-eight battle cry that cuts through the sky
"Woo!"
The piercing sound of the horn sounded in this fragment of time and space that was outside the world, just like the long cry that once cut through the night sky of Azeroth.
This is an ancient stone bridge, full of broken traces that have witnessed countless rises and falls.
There are ancient car marks, sharp scratches from swords, and even occasionally the remains of arrows left in the gaps between the stone slabs.
It may be part of the famous human castle: Stormwind City, or it may be an illusory derivative left outside the timeline.
But no matter what it is, it is now a natural boundary dividing the two camps, and it is also a part of the main battlefield.
The invisible power of time protects it from the destruction of magic and violence.
Warriors who are in a trance are derived from the void. They are transformed by the will of the dead warriors, and will always uphold their last wish: to fight!
"Roar!!"
An orc holding a giant ax roared and charged from the left side of the bridge, while the human soldiers on the right resolutely raised their shields and embarked on the journey.
The tribe or alliance is no longer the reason for them to fight, now they are fighting for their own will in a never-ending fight!
"Where is the enemy?"
After Yi Qiu drove a cloud of black mist to level with the energy turret emitting dim light, he looked at the ancient bridge in the distance and said.
This energy turret is a battle building and is a key protective building that protects the core area of the camp.
It can fire a particle ball with magic backlash capability at a rate of one shot every 0.5 seconds. In addition to the magic penetration damage of the particle ball itself, it can also burn the enemy's spell energy to obtain additional damage.
"According to this battle operation mechanism, the team opposite us must also be a fully matched team."
"They should be planning or blessing in front of the station."
Piccolo glanced at the black mist under Yi Qiu's feet calmly, and then said.
Bickz's information about Yi Qiu's situation stemmed entirely from the eldest princess's file. In his opinion, Yi Qiu was a relatively dangerous existence.
Although all monks follow the way of order, judging from the current situation, there are some deviations between Yi Qiu's way of order and the way of monks in the conventional sense.
In the field of order, some deviations can sometimes bring enough danger.
"I have comprehensively analyzed this battle, and it seems to be a very simple battle with only one route."
"This relatively small environment determines that the overall tone of the battle is extremely intense, and the soldiers refreshed every minute and the talismans refreshed from time to time on the bridge will affect the outcome of the battle to a certain extent."
"Based on our average level, the refreshed soldiers will have a biological level of 15."
"The human soldiers in our camp are not as good as the orc soldiers individually, but their characteristics allow them to gain greater advantages when gathered in sufficient numbers."
Piccoloz looked at Nicole who was wiping a short spear with an unknown red cloth, Emma who was studying a certain dragon book with Isabella, and Yi Qiu who was flying in mid-air.
Bikoz suddenly felt that the team was too big to lead. This was a feeling he had never had when managing thousands of apprentices in the Mage Tower.
This further stimulated his intrinsic motivation, and he wanted to complete this battle beautifully.
As of now, their team is very strong.
After all, they are an elite team that wants to compete in the canyon competition. It is necessary to have the same level of crushing combat power.
Therefore, Bickz is still full of confidence.
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"Head, they haven't appeared yet."
The rat wanderer reported in a low voice to Old Shiyan, who was dozing on a bone staff.
Reporting to a superior who has a changeable temperament but can control your life and death is a skill. The moderation of the voice and the slowness of the intonation are both worthy of study.
Ratmen like to delve into this art. As a low-level race born from the dark sewers, they understand better the bloody and cruel reality behind survival.
"Go and test it out..."
Lao Shiyan opened one eye, and his cloudy eyes were full of late-life tiredness.
The ratman rogue nodded and retreated, then began to summon the rat swarm.
This is its own spell-like ability, which can summon 3-5 dire rats to drive it.
Although at this level, the dire rat with an average level of no more than level 5 seems a bit weak, it is still sufficient as a detection unit and cannon fodder.
If in a town, dire rats can also drive ordinary rats to work for them to a certain extent.
"Dirty fool."
The Khajiit warrior looked at the Skaven rogue with disdain, feeling unworthy of the Skaven's low profile.
Of course it has chosen to crawl, but it can always get up.
Because its heart contains the desire and fanaticism for power, it will not forever succumb to that unit or a certain will.
Lao Shi closed his eyes tiredly. He didn't care about the probing glances of his teammates after he closed his eyes.
They are ferocious hyenas, and he is an old alpha wolf.
They peered at him eagerly, trying to gain advanced nourishment from him.
And he takes advantage of their greed and drives them to work for him.
Although the old wet-eye adventure team has swallowed up countless lives, there will always be new blood to join.
Because greed can blind people's hearts.
Lao Shiyan stroked the smooth skull of the White Bone Staff, and he gradually felt the ruthless erosion of time.
But facing death calmly is undoubtedly a joke to him.
When he held the bone staff and laughed wildly on the city full of corpses, it meant that he would no longer compromise with anyone.
He has grown old and is no longer as patient as he was when he was young.
Time has hunched over him, but he no longer needs to bow like others.
Reincarnated as a lich...
Lao Shiyan was a little hesitant. This was a principle that had been laid out long ago.
But he is not so keen on this, because he does not feel that his will is stronger than those of the great arcanists.
As time goes by, he will gradually become an undead creature that has lost his emotions and humanity.
It was a lich named "Old Wet Eye", but it was no longer Old Wet Eye.
At least that's what Lao Shiyan thinks.
"What do you think we should do?"
The fallen priest, who was wearing very few fabrics, looked at the old wet eyes and licked the corners of his mouth as he spoke.
She is a follower of the Spider God, a dangerous fanatic.
Lao Shiyan didn't know why she chose to join his adventure group, but there was no doubt that she had brought him a lot of trouble.
"Don't worry, death in the wind will bring me the answer."
Lao Shiyan took out a crystal ball from the wide spores on his body, and passed his rotten palm full of brown spots on the crystal ball. Suddenly, some chaotic pictures flashed quickly in Lao Shiyan's eyes...