Players Please Respect Yourself

(Monthly ticket plus update 9/27)——

At this moment, the South Road was also under attack.

A large group of orcs launched an attack on the tight defense line of the 'Great Wall' in an extremely scattered formation, crying and shouting.

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

Because most of the attackers were also herbivorous orcs, they were forced to attack by Tiger King Tiger, and they didn't know why, anyway, it was the Tiger King's supervisor team who drove away one after another orc clans of different races, forcing them to come and send them off.

Sending is sending, whether to die or not is another question.

Rabbi Peck finally showed his charm. Several clans didn't even get to the front of the line of defense. The crumb rabbit hopped over to bb, and even had the ability to surrender to the opposite side.

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

After asking, I found out that the food supply in Southeast Road collapsed, a large number of undead creatures attacked, disturbed the hunting grounds, a large number of prey closed down, and the temperature suddenly rose, making the hay and plants produced in the barren land even rarer.

The Beastmaster, unable to provide food, forced the herbivorous orcs to attack the South Road.

Perhaps it was the idea of ​​consuming a wave of Nan Dao.

Who would have thought that a certain person farms scientifically, and there are a large number of fish, shrimp and crab carcasses as fertilizer. Even if the sun is strong, as long as there is water and fertilizer, and a self-made sunshade, the food production will be fine.

I don't lack anything, I just lack coolies.

Tiger King's operation is more like sending warmth.

Orcs will never be slaves unless they are provided with food and lodging.

This sentence has been best reflected in the South Road.

Standing on the top of the ghost crab's [Straightforward] bunker, Ashe looked to the southeast and murmured: The northwest side is fighting.

Joanna sat down on the edge of the bunker and sulked: Why can they make meritorious deeds, we are here to die.

Ashe smiled: If it weren't for Peko, it would be a hard battle now. Let us be alone, and the credit is indispensable.

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

No, he doesn't like your type.

Oh. Forget it. Joanna said straightforwardly: With you, it is enough to guarantee our status.

Even if you can't become his woman, you still have to work hard! Don't let people crowd out your position as a follower.

I know, I know! Joanna looked at Pink Kumar on the wall, the druid hero, who was also meticulously completing the task of patrolling.

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

The three of them, plus a rabbit who can't be beaten, are all the heroes on the southern front.

On the Northwest Road, quasi-heroes of the undead race appeared one after another.

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

The family fortune accumulated over three thousand years is really too thick.

On Wang Hao's side, there are rare generals, but on the Scorpion King's side, there are a lot of them.

Twelve undead generals walked out slowly, holding golden tower shields embossed with skulls in their left hands.

Precious green agates and rubies seem to be inlaid on the edge of the shield for free. I don't know how many resentful spirits are bound to the shield that looks like a small gate to hell, constantly wailing distractingly.

Either holding a golden spear or a brilliant golden scimitar, these undead generals wrapped in mummy cloth, every inch of their body is infected with the blood of the enemy and the fragments of innocent souls.

They are the messengers of death who walk the earth.

The difference between quasi-heroes and ordinary elites is too huge. With the crushing of various attributes and strange specialties, there is no fighter from the abyssal legion who is the enemy of them all.

Not to mention players, even a big guy with tenacious vitality like a shield crab is just a matter of one knife and one gun.

Even when the shells blasted past, they were either unscathed, or they were pulled casually, and the shells flew nowhere.

right!

There is no absolute speed, and the shells blasted out by black powder are just flying props that fly faster.

The crayfish player [An Ran] was stunned to see that the cannonball he blasted past was cut in half by the quasi-hero named [Masalian] with a slight right arm lift, and the shell made of pig iron shell was cut in half.

Of course, based on the production experience of [Pissing Cow Balls], the Chinese people are very good at adding ingredients to shells. The other party hit all the shells. The holy water spilled from inside immediately poured over his head.

Unfortunately, not much use.

The insufficiently concentrated holy water splashed onto the cloth strip on the arm of the undead general, and there was a short but fierce confrontation between the power of light and the power of death frozen on the cloth strip.

Finally, with a sizzling sound, it ended with the power of death offsetting the small amount of light.

The general of death gave [An Ran] a real death stare in an instant, the gaze that gathers the idea of ​​death will make people fear and hallucinate. Just when he thought he was really going to die, he died.

Who knew... sand sculpture players wouldn't eat this!

No matter how strong you are, can you be as strong as Ke Zong?

At this time, [Freedom Blue Bird] just revived next to the fort. Each shield crab has a [Primary Sea Altar] for resurrection, which is the basic operation.

【An Ran】: Why do I feel that guy is going to kill me?

How is it possible? This place is 500 meters away from that guy. Unless he changes from infantry to cavalry, he can still fly. [Freedom Blue Bird] leaned over, shamelessly blocked in front of [An Ran], pouted at [Masalian] Butt, patted himself: Come on! If you have the ability, you can beat me!

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

The undead general on the opposite side was really angry. With his withered toes, he picked up a spear used by sand sculpture players lightly. While inserting his own spear into the ground, he took the picked up gun and exhaled: die

Sand sculpture players are too naive.

The normal human javelin world record is more than 98 meters.

And for a standard step-fighting quasi-hero, the strength value will never be less than 200 points. Even if he is cursed, he still has five or six times the strength of an ordinary person.

500 meters is really not a problem.

[An Ran] saw [Freedom Blue Bird] become [Large Intestine Sashimi] in amazement, and said after a few seconds: Brother, have a good journey.

Spike! Spike! Still spike!

Their appearance changed the pattern of the entire battlefield.

Unless Wang Hao overwhelms all the sand sculpture players, regardless of whether he is a quasi-hero, only heroes can deal with heroes.

Come on. Wang Hao gave an order.

A group of people lined up from the main formation.

Guide of Light, Longo, Jialudi, Luan, Kalandia, Anubis... and even Naga Cynthia, Elestine, Palana, and Sun Shangying.

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

Sun Shangying looked back in astonishment, and suddenly grinned: The future is created by myself. You have been fighting for so long. As your secretary, I can't boast. Besides, I am not fighting alone!

Huh? Illusion? Why do you think this girl is more beautiful?