Ever since he was defeated by the coalition forces of the princes on the front battlefield, Dong Zhuo was already frightened.
"Where is Lu Bu? Where is Lu Bu? Catch the assassin!"
What responded to him was a familiar voice.
"Diao Chan, are you okay?" Lu Bu was covered in armor, with a long bow on his back, a square halberd in one hand, and the other holding Diao Chan's thin waist, who was thrown away by Dong Zhuo, and then lifted him up
At first, Fang Tian pointed his halberd directly at Dong Zhuo's face, "Old thief Dong Zhuo, today is the day you die!"
"Lu Bu? You! How dare you betray me!?"
Dong Zhuo had long been accustomed to being protected by Lu Bu, but now his own bodyguard suddenly jumped back, and his soul suddenly appeared.
"Old thief! You have done many evil things, and today I, Lu Fengxian, will do justice for God!"
System announcement: "Due to Dong Zhuo's forced marriage to Diao Chan, Lu Bu was furious and led his troops to betray. The general Lu Bu left Dong Zhuo's camp and launched an attack on Dong Zhuo. Players can choose to join in to assist Lu Bu in killing Dong Zhuo or cooperate with Dong Zhuo to block Lu Bu's attack until reinforcements arrive."
As the system announcement sounded, there were cheers from the players.
"GKDGKD! Kill Dong Zhuo! Protect our Diao Chan!"
"Old thief Dong Zhuo pooped!"
"Sister Diao Chan is so beautiful, eh eh eh, people want her too..."
"No, you don't want to."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Dong Zhuo pulled out his scimitar [Rakshasa] and protected it on his chest, looking around with his eyes.
Enemies everywhere.
A large number of players swarmed in and surrounded the Situ Mansion. Everyone was already gearing up, waiting for Lu Bu's order to pounce on Dong Zhuo and tear Dong Zhuo into pieces.
All players resolutely chose Lu Bu's camp - not because Dong Zhuo, the old thief, can be killed by everyone, but because it is an impossible task to stop Lu Bu without the help of other top historical generals.
Of course, driven by a strong desire to survive, Dong Zhuo did not give up his struggle.
"Lu Bu, don't forget, it was me who rescued you from Ding Yuan's death row. Why are you so ungrateful and not afraid of being laughed at by the world? Everything you have, including glory and wealth, is all given by me!"
"You want Diao Chan, right? I'll give it to you! Remember, I'm the only one in the world who can tolerate an immature wild wolf like you..."
when!
The Fangtian painted halberd suddenly thrust out and collided with the scimitar.
Lu Bu's eyes were filled with anger, his arms were waving like the wind, and he was not disturbed by Dong Zhuo's words at all.
The huge force rolled Dong Zhuo backwards on the spot like a rubber ball, smashing the tables, chairs and furniture along the way into pieces.
Dong Zhuo vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot and used a scimitar to support him, so that he did not collapse on the spot.
"Old thief, suffer death!"
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Dong Zhuo felt as if his body was falling apart.
The tiger's mouth cracked open, and more than a dozen bones in the whole body were probably broken by a single blow.
Lu Bu was originally a great killer under his command, and no one knew better than Dong Zhuo what kind of ferocious beast this was.
Thinking of this, Dong Zhuo smiled bitterly - Lu Bu had always been his strongest weapon, but he never expected that one day, it would turn around and bite him back.
Fortunately, Lu Bu did not continue to pursue.
There was no way, it wasn't that Lu Bu didn't want to continue taking action, it was just that under the restrictions of the rules, at this moment when the dragon rider had a huge advantage, it was time to hand over the stage to the players.
"Kill the duck!"
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Dong Zhuo was at his weakest moment when he saw about a dozen of the fastest light weapons players rushing out of the crowd. The daggers, daggers, etc. in their hands were aimed at Dong Zhuo's vital points!
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The blade flashed continuously.
The scimitar [Rakshasa] was like a gust of wind, accurately holding every attacking weapon.
The judgment of short weapons is inherently low, coupled with Dong Zhuo's crushing attributes, after a burst of clashing sounds of gold and iron, these charging players were like kites with broken strings, rushing towards them faster than when they charged.
Then it flew out.
Facts have proved that Dong Zhuo is not as easy to control as imagined.
As the saying goes, a broken ship still has three pounds of nails - even if Dong Zhuo is seriously injured now, even if he can barely hold a sword steady, he is still a powerful historical general. A ragtag group like just now, one Dong Zhuo will kill each one.
The blood and the desperate situation of being besieged on all sides aroused Dong Zhuo's ferocity.
"Killing labor and capital? Come on over!"
Dong Zhuo leaned on the ground with the tip of his sword and tried to stand up straight. His body was still fat, but he burst out with a shocking momentum, and he faintly regained the domineering power he once had in Xiliang and Luoyang.
"Get out of the way! Let me come!"
With a loud shout, a player dressed as a minion charged Dong Zhuo with a nunchuck in his hand.
I saw the [Rakshasa] in Dong Zhuo's hand, chopped into two pieces on the spot and turned into light.
"Blessed! Ah Du has ascended to heaven with his arms crossed again!"
"A bow..."
"Two bows..."
"Three bows..."
"Family members respond!"
"Hey, Ah Du, you died so miserably!"
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Not all players are funny.
"Put up the sword and shield! Don't be afraid of death, squeeze Dong Zhuo's attack space!"
"Be careful to protect yourself when using long weapons between shields! If you are caught and killed by Dong Zhuo, don't blame me for deducting DKP!"
The serious injury limited Dong Zhuo's movement speed and attack distance. Dong Zhuo is still a powerful BOSS, but he is no longer invincible.
As a commander-in-chief BOSS, Dong Zhuo has about a hundred Xiliang cavalry as his bodyguards. If he has the opportunity to gather together and form a military formation, Dong Zhuo's combat effectiveness will be even stronger.
It's just that there are too many people on the player side.
Dong Zhuo was attacked. Before the accompanying knights had time to react, they were surrounded by a sea of players. They were unable to move. Before they even had time to launch a charge, they were pulled off their horses and beaten to death by the sea of people tactics.
The polished commander Dong Zhuo could only wave his machete on the spot, trying to force the surrounding players back.
Regardless of equipment, attributes, or skills, players are no longer the original Wu Xia Amon, but Dong Zhuo was seriously injured, and both his attack speed and strength were greatly restricted.
One goes down and the other goes up.
Dong Zhuo's scimitar was swung out, and a shield immediately attached to the player's side, interrupting the attack before Dong Zhuo could exert any force.
Even if sometimes the player responsible for interrupting the attack doesn't have time to react, the 2nd or 3rd tank waiting for a long time will immediately hand out the shield. Even if it fails to interrupt the attack, under the protection of several shields, it can perfectly defend against Dong Zhuo.
of damage.
And the players with long weapons in the back row took the word "obscene" to the extreme.
As the saying goes, if the spear is there, bring the chrysanthemums.
Especially those guys who play with guns and spears have learned the wild way from nowhere, and the weapons in their hands are always aimed at Dong Zhuo's lower three directions.
However, Dong Zhuo was injured and couldn't move easily. He could only scream in anger while occasionally distracting himself from the weapons that were stabbing him. He was extremely embarrassed for a while.
There are too many players on one side.
Dong Zhuo fought hard to get injured and killed several players in an attempt to break through, but the gap was immediately blocked by more people.
The wound became deeper and deeper, and even Dong Zhuo began to feel dizzy.
If this continues, sooner or later you will be drowned alive by this tidal wave of players.
Dong Zhuo was anxious, and saw a flame-like light erupting from his body, and his eyes suddenly turned red.