(Monthly ticket update 9/27)—

At this moment, the south road was also attacked.

A large number of orcs cried and shouted at the tight defense line of the "Hundred Miles Great Wall" with extremely scattered formations.

The result was a bit funny. A large number of herbivorous orcs shouted on the city wall, and then ran to the front of the city wall and surrendered.

Because most of the attackers were herbivorous orcs, they were forced to attack by the Tiger King Tiger. For no reason, it was the Tiger King's supervision team who drove one orc clan of different races and forced them to come and see them off.

Giving it is a gift, but whether you die or not is another question.

Rabbi Peck finally showed a high charm. Several clans, before they even reached the front of the defense line, jumped over and bbled over, and they had the ability to surrender to the opposite side.

A large number of herbivorous orcs put down their weapons and entered the defense line.

After asking, I found out that the food supply on the Southeast Road collapsed, a large number of undead creatures attacked, interfering with the hunting grounds, and a large number of prey went bankrupt. In addition, the temperature suddenly increased, making the hay and plants produced by the already deserted land even scarce.

The beast king who could not supply food forced herbivorous orcs to attack the South Road.

Perhaps it was the idea of ​​consuming a wave of South Road.

Who would have thought that someone would farm scientifically and have a large number of fish, shrimps, crabs and corpses as fertilizer. Even if the sun shines strongly, as long as there is water and fertilizer, and the homemade sunshade, the grain production will be fine.

There is nothing short of hard work.

The operation of the Tiger King is more like giving warmth.

Orcs will never be slaves unless they are for food and accommodation.

This sentence is most reflected in South Dao.

Standing on the top of the bunker where the Ghost Crab [Sign-Crash], Ashe looked to the southeast and murmured: "The fight starts in the northwest."

Joanna sat on the edge of the bunker and sulked: "Why can they make meritorious service? We are idle until we die."

Ashe smiled: "If it weren't for peko, it would be a tough battle now. Let's stand alone, and the credit will be indispensable."

"By the way, Ashe, do I still have a chance to chase Jason?"

"No, he doesn't like your type."

"Oh. Then forget it." Joanna was straight: "If you are, it will be enough to guarantee our status."

"Even if you can't become his woman, you have to work hard! Don't let someone squeeze your followers."

"I know, I know!" Joanna looked at Pink Kuma on the wall, the druid hero, who was also meticulously completing the patrol mission.

For some reason, I always feel that the decisive battle is approaching.

The three of them, plus a rabbit that cannot be beaten, are all the heroes on the southern line.

On the other side of Northwest Road, quasi-heroes of the Undead Tribe appeared.

Seeing the lineup on the other side, Wang Hao was really envious and jealous.

The wealth accumulated over three thousand years is too thick.

Wang Hao met a rare general, and he grabbed a lot of Scorpion King.

The twelve immortal generals, all holding the golden tower shield with a skeleton relief in their left hand, walked out slowly.

The precious green agate and ruby ​​were interspersed with each other as if they were inlaid on the edge of the shield. I don’t know how many resentful spirits were bound to the shield that looked like a small gate of hell, constantly making distracting wails.

Either holding a golden spear or holding a brilliant golden scimitar, these immortal generals wrapped in mummies are infected with blood and fragments of their enemies' blood and evil spirits.

They are the messengers of death walking on the earth.

The difference between quasi-heroes and ordinary elites is too huge. The crushing of various attributes and the strange specialties, no warrior of the Abyss Legion is his enemy.

Not to mention players, even big guys like Shield Crab with tenacious vitality are just a matter of killing and shooting.

Even the shells were bombarded without any damage or just pulled them away, and the shells were not sure where they flew.

right!

Without absolute speed, the shells bombed out by the black gunpowder are just flying faster props.

The crayfish player [An Ran] was stunned to see that the shell he had blasted over was cut in half by the quasi-hero named [Masalian].

Of course, based on the production experience of [Peating Beef Pills], the people of the Celestial Empire were very good at adding fuel to shells. The other party was hit by any shells. The holy water spilled out of it immediately poured him.

Unfortunately, it's not very useful.

The insufficient concentration of holy water splashed onto the cloth strip of the Immortal General's arm, and the power of light and the power of death solidified on the cloth strip had a brief and fierce confrontation.

Finally, with a "sourcing" sound, it ended with the power of death to offset the small amount of light.

General Death instantly gave [An Ran] a true stare of death. The gaze that gathered the thoughts of death would make people feel fear and hallucination. When he thought he would really die, he died.

Who knows...Sand sculpture players don't eat this!

No matter how strong you are, can you be strong?

At this time, [Free Blue Bird] happened to be resurrected next to the fort. Each shield crab had a resurrection [Elementary Sea Altar], which was the basic operation.

【An Ran】: "Why do I think that guy wants to kill me?"

"Is it possible that it's 500 meters away from that guy here. Unless his infantry becomes a cavalry, he can still fly." [Free Blue Bird] came over and shamelessly blocked in front of [Anran], sticking his butt at [Masalian], and patted himself: "Come on! If you have the ability, you will be right, just me!"

[An Ran] I have never seen such a strange request in my life.

The immortal general on the opposite side was really angry. He lightly picked up a spear used by a sand sculpture player with his dry toes. While inserting his spear into the ground, he took the spear he picked up and exhaled: "Die"

The sand sculpture players are too naive.

The world record for javelins for normal humans is more than 98 meters.

A standard quasi-hero in the infantry battle will never have less than 200 points. Even if he is cursed, he still has five or six times the arm strength of an ordinary person.

500 meters is really not a problem.

【An Ran】I was shocked to see the [Free Blue Bird] become the [Large Intestine Satisfactor], and it took me a few seconds to say: "Brother, go all the way."

Instant kill! Instant kill! Or instant kill!

Their appearance changed the pattern of the entire battlefield.

Unless Wang Hao suppresses all the silly players, regardless of whether they care about it, they will just endure a quasi-hero, otherwise only heroes can deal with heroes.

"Go up." Wang Hao ordered.

A group of people departed from the main array.

The guides of light, Longo, Galudy, Luan, Karandiya, Anubis... and even Naga Cynthia, Elestine, Parana, and Sun Shangying.

Wang Hao pondered for two seconds, and finally raised his hand: "Shang Ying, you... can't go."

Sun Shangying looked back in shock and suddenly smiled: "The future was made by myself. You have been struggling for so long. As your secretary, I can't praise you anymore. Besides, I'm not fighting alone!"
Chapter completed!