My players are so cruel

Chapter 116 The Power of the Cavalry
Seeing the ghost leopard fleeing, the one-armed skeleton raised a bone knife and shouted tremblingly,
"Master Ghost Leopard is calling for rescuers, people from the Evil Spirit Tribe, rush out with the lieutenant general!"

The name of this one-armed skeleton is mass burial, and it is one of the three intelligent skeleton soldiers in this cannon fodder group.

One is a ghost leopard, who ran away.

The second one was the old skeleton, who was slapped to death by the ghost leopard with the back of a knife.

The last one is him.

Although the mass burial screamed desperately, the leader was the ghost leopard. Once he ran away, these skeleton soldiers only had the instincts of the bottom-level creatures of the ghost clan.

Huddle together and start attacking indiscriminately.

None of the skeleton soldiers could understand the mass burial order.

A sharp-eyed disciple player followed the sound and saw the location of the mass burial, and shouted excitedly,
"There's another boss! It's the one without arms!"

Buried in a daze, he lowered his head instantly.

Then he slashed the knife and chopped off the bone arm of a skeleton soldier next to him.
Put it on for yourself.
The sound of a violent collision was right in front of him, and Eleven Lang didn't want to waste any time, so he rushed up with the giant sword in hand.

"Xiaoxiao, let the shield guards open the way, you rush in!"

Under the command of Eleven Lang, a large number of shield guards held their giant shields and began to wrestle with the skeleton army.

Although the number of people is not dominant, there are too many old, weak, sick and disabled on the opposite side.

He was directly knocked into a passage by the dozen or so shield guards at the front.

"Assassin, fast forward!"

The night apostle team headed by Xiaoxiao rushed directly into the dense pile of skeleton soldiers.

Xiaoxiao under the silver fox mask looked as usual, directing,

"All the assassins move closer to me, and the group will kill a group of monsters first!"

After gathering more than 30 night apostles, release [Death Lotus Blossom] at the same time!
Blossoming black lotus flowers bloom in this narrow area.

Crash.

With Xiaoxiao as the center, a pile of bone dregs was turned into powder!
Although it was a cannon fodder group, the skeleton army, which had a huge advantage in numbers, instantly made up for this gap.

An assassin may face seven or eight skeleton soldiers at the same time from all directions.

Fortunately, there is 【Holy Pearl】,

The damage is directly reduced by 50%.

Even the crispy-skinned assassin resisted being instantly killed.

If you are not killed in seconds, you will be full of blood in an instant.

At the moment when the assassin group was surrounded, all the pharmacists directly aimed at the assassins in their own team, and after throwing the [Rejuvenation Art], they directly added the state of [Pursue All Living Beings] to continue to recover blood.

Seeing the slow progress, Eleven Lang immediately left the fighting state, summoned the horse, and shouted orders,
"All warriors gather!"

The guild members who gathered together a set of mount equipment suddenly pushed away the monster in front of them, and rushed back to Eleven Lang.

Swish swish!
Nearly a hundred war horses were summoned instantly.

No matter what occupation it is, concentrate on it all.

Eleven Lang wiped the giant sword in his hand, and pointed at the motley army of skeletons of the evil spirit tribe.

"Warrior, charge with me!"

He had wanted to do this for a long time, and he just tried the water with these skeleton racks.

The whole cavalry regiment is like a sharp blade,
And the disciple - Eleven Lang is the tip of the blade,

It stabbed straight into the bloated skeleton army.

Many players fell into the pile of skeletons because the horses were not tough enough, but the charge organized by Eleven Lang successfully achieved one of the most important goals.

Like a torrent,
From the middle, split the skeleton army in two!
The players who didn't fall off their horses turned around and gasped.

Was it pierced by us?

We are too cruel!

These dozens of players couldn't believe it.

Such a cutting line running through the entire skeleton army was forcibly chiseled out by them.

Eleven Lang reined in his horse, turned his head and shouted angrily,
"Knife in hand, follow me!"

Hearing Shi Shilang's order, the cavalry regiment immediately started to move, running wildly around the skeleton army surrounded by the line of defense.

"[Disciple], charge!"

Hearing Eleven Lang's voice, all the players were excited.

They only needed to look for the heavily armored back of their boss, and followed closely behind, howling one after another.

"It's cool! You don't need to move, and you can chop off a straight line of skulls with inertia."

"Follow Brother Eleven closely, and kill these bastards!"

The wailing disciple cavalry suddenly became imposing like a rainbow,
The warlock cavalry in the company, who were originally paddling water, gave up their spell output and directly turned their staffs horizontally as swordsmen!
"Knife in hand, follow me!"

After Eleven Lang found a good angle, the team of warriors cut in again fiercely.

Not surprisingly, the panicked skeleton soldiers were rushed out of a bone passage again.

A large number of skeletons were chopped down by the [disciple] players, all the way to pieces!
Cavalry is the nightmare of infantry.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

No matter how weak it is, it is still a skeleton army with thousands of people!
It was directly split into four parts by the two cavalry charges of Eleven Lang.

Then, the positive disciple members began to pick the weak persimmons to advance,
Among the four divided prey, choose the most chaotic piece of skeleton soldiers, and directly divide and destroy them!

[Disciples] The advancement of guild players has become extremely smooth.

Each of the shield guards at the front was equipped with two pharmacists, and with the blessing of the [Holy Pearl], they all got a batch.

boom!
The first batch of skeleton soldiers fell down one after another under the bombardment of the output profession.

The huge source power was swallowed by the clone of the dragon cub and turned into experience points for the players.

There is no waste of resources even the bone dregs.

The mass burial originally wanted to pretend to be ordinary skeleton soldiers, fish in troubled waters and rush out of the encirclement,
But the disappearance of these skeleton soldiers became the last straw that overwhelmed the mass burial.

It huddles in the remaining skeleton army, howling desperately,

"We surrender!"

"We surrender!"

However, the sound of metal and iron clanging is everywhere, and no one can hear its cry,

A tidy [Arrow Rain] blasted down,
Another group of skeleton soldiers with residual blood fell down like harvesting rice.

The mass burial finally found a chance, holding two skeleton soldiers struggling in the air as shields, stumbled out of the encirclement of their own army, and shouted,
"General of the human race, I surrender!"

In an instant, the two skeleton soldiers it used as shields were blasted to pieces.

Even with the mass burial, he lost a third of his health.

Fortunately, the disciple players heard his voice clearly this time.

The next wave of skills was stopped by Eleven Lang raising his hand.

[Disciples] players looked at each other.

It was also the first time they encountered a situation where monsters surrendered.

Still can have this kind of operation.

Seeing that the other party hadn't made a move, Mass Burial hurriedly raised the knife above his head and walked over tremblingly.

"I am the lieutenant general of the Twelfth Legion of the Evil Spirit Tribe, please accept my surrender to the human race."

However, at this moment, a player suddenly stood up and shouted,
"Boss, he's not the lieutenant general, I remember the lieutenant missing an arm very clearly.

This guy must be trying to distract us and send his boss away! "

It was the player who heard the mass burial call just now, called disciple-I am a gangster.

Hearing this, Mass Burial was so angry that his soul trembled for a while.

He gritted his teeth, snapped off the bone arm that was put on before, and barely smiled.

"Little brother, is it now?"

After watching carefully for a few seconds,

I nodded fiercely, looked back at Eleven Lang, and said excitedly,

"It looks like it, it's him!"

In an instant, the air was suddenly quiet.

Whether it's disciple players or mass burials, it's all messed up.

I saw the mass burial soul fire shaking for a while,
The blood bar fell out of thin air.

Out of anger!

(End of this chapter)