The elves are attacking too hard.

Carnivorous beetles claim to be carnivores, but don't expect them to only attack zombies and not skeletons. Beneath their knife-sharp corners, the skeletons are as fragile as jigsaw puzzle pieces. These bugs are so hungry for a whole day that they completely ignore the level gap and pounce on any target that looks tasty, such as poison dill.

If Jiang Huahuo was present, maybe he would have an idea and tell a cold joke: although the poisonous dill is delicious, she is poisonous. Poison Rosewood is indeed not a correct target, in fact, there is no need for Poison Rosewood to make a move, and the two handsome blood elf guards who lost the guess punch are more than enough to deal with. One waved two daggers and circled around the high-level like a whirlwind, and a dozen beetles had disintegrated; The other held his staff aloft, and a large red mist spread out like a ruby sublimation on the head of the staff, and the beetle that came into contact with the mist shook and hit the wall tiles, unable to fly, and its claws twitched.

[Bloody Swing Dance]!

[Blood Poison]!

"Take the Lord up and back." The blade dancer flicked his blades, yellow juice splashed on the ground and the dagger was as clean as new.

"You two did it on purpose, didn't you?" The only remaining handsome blood elf guard said something inexplicable, with a strange expression.

"Who called you an illusionist?" The Blood Mage smiled disdainfully, and turned to Salute Poison Rosewood gracefully: "Lord, it's too dirty here, please go back and rest first, and we will naturally send the good news." ”

"I'm going to come back early, I'm not going to wash my feet." Poison Rosewood smiled sweetly, put her hand on the guard's hand reservedly, and Shi Shiran went back.

Although she turned around so resolutely, the words she dropped shook the spirit of the Sword Dancer and the Bloodmage Master. When the figure of the Lord disappeared, the two of them killed and quarreled: "I'll help the Lord wash his feet!" "What should you do if your hands are so rough that they wear away the skin of the Lord?" "I'm a blood mage, and my hands are well maintained! Your hands are full of calluses, and they will hurt the Lord! "When I help her massage her shoulder, she doesn't feel bad!"

Qingyi said to Grande: "Xiaoge, after escorting her back, block the gate of the villa and don't let the enemy enter." ”

"Oh me, I...... I know! Grande patted his chest.

[Ring of Resistance]! [Ring of Resistance]! [Ring of Resistance]! Pyromancers are no ordinary spellcasters, but they are even more determined when they lose their feelings, and they are still unhurried to launch a magical counterattack in such a critical situation (and the probability of casting a spell is less likely than that of their peers), and one ring of black flames swings out, burning the bugs to a creak. But the insects are all in close combat, causing great damage to the fragile legal professionals.

"Ghost swordsman, rigid martial arts protection mage, indigo archer with his back against the second wall, fight back on the spot! There is no forgiveness for those who retreat! Nave ordered loudly. Although she always likes to shout that there is no mercy, the necromantic creatures consciously obey the orders of their superiors, and rarely let her enforce military law.

The ghostly swordsmen who sprinkled stardust [flickered] in the air, and the beetles could not gnaw on their ghost bodies, but could only be pierced through the heart by a sword; Although the rigid martial artist has clumsy movements and weak attack power, his muscles are as hard as steel, and blocking the bugs is a piece of cake. The Pyromancer begins to fight back with [Fireball] and [Burst Fireball], roasting the beetles one by one. There are even some elites who have mastered the [Igniting Pupil], and a single glance can hit a large number of camouflage unicorns, although they will not instantly burn enemies, they can burn off their fragile wings, causing them to fall under the city walls.

"That's right, [Fire Wall Technique]!" Nave slammed a horsewhip up and down, left and right, whipping the bug to the ground like a spinning top, and then stomping on it. If she hadn't given orders with soul wavelengths but with her voice, her commands would have been muffled by the sound of "pop" and "pop".

Scowl stood, smoking his pipe and thinking, while the necromantic beast desperately tried to protect him. If the necromantic beast is not well protected and misses a camouflage unicorn or two, Skoll will kick the bug away. In the past, although he could not protect himself, he was not a hero-level life professional.

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Skull, Necromantic Conductor: A heroic NPC. He was a rebel leader who was dismembered by five horses, and now allegiance to the Tyrant of Bones. Extremely good-looking, unable to ask for help from others, and not knowing how to express gratitude or apologies. likes to play big names.,I also like to despise everyone's IQ.,Of course, after experiencing the battle with the war tycoon, he has also become reliable.,With a little bit of military demeanor.。 Although he has always claimed to be a soldier, if you look closely, you will find that he still retains many peasant habits. Recently, I learned to smoke a pipe, and it is said that I still spend some time every day reading books about tobacco. Because he was the first marshal in the empire, he was admired by countless necromantic creatures.

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[Military Art] (omitted). The current number of army skills is: 127.

[Necromancy and Discipline] (omitted).

[Necromantic Militarism] Skoll's image in the minds of undead creatures is so tall that any of his wild thoughts will be satisfied, even if it is sacrificed for him, it is not a big deal. The number of conscripts in each phase has been doubled, and the training time for all branches of the army has been reduced by 25%.

[War Maniac] (omitted).

【Rain of Arrows】(omitted)

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It was a hard-fought battle to defend the city.

Each soldier had to take care of the two-meter-wide wall, and as the casualties increased, so did the range of care they had to take care of. Maybe they didn't feel it obvious enough, and it was because the chief took the initiative to take over the section of the wall that they were supposed to take care of.

Frankie's speed didn't need to be used to the extreme, it scurried back and forth within seven meters, and the illusion was woven into a blood-red wall, much more vivid than the Pyromancer's [Fire Wall Technique]. Nave took a quick look at Frankie and suddenly remembered her brother.

[Continuous Shooting], [Filthy Ball]! If the Rigid Warriors are an impregnable wall, then the Arcane Puppet is an unshakable mountain! With all its might, the magic cannon turned into a machine cannon, and yellow fireworks burst into the air. When the shot was finished, it slashed out the [Overheat Strike] one by one, and it also firmly occupied the five-meter city wall!

And the most noteworthy is the Death Incarnation (Imitation), whose [Path of Eternal Night] with harsh activation conditions can easily reach its highest value in this environment. At first, it was quite quiet when it only satisfied twenty-five souls under the knife, but after killing more than a hundred, it began to scream uncontrollably, and the deep sound suddenly became the noise of heavy metal cutting through each other! Perhaps attracted by the noise, the bugs gathered at him in large numbers, and then died in large numbers! Thanks to the blessing of [Extending the Blade], it alone guarded the twenty-meter city wall, and the shadow of the knife flickered at high speed on its side, like wings. At first glance, it looks like a twelve-winged angel in a black robe!

"Haha! Senior, I killed more than you! "As the number of lives harvested increases, the personality of the Grim Reaper's incarnation (imitation) also undergoes strange changes. It doesn't usually deliberately provoke Franchi.

When Frankie heard this, his body only froze. Within twenty-five meters, the insects exploded like hydrogen balloons and landed heavily on the wall. [Blood Red Raid] is so powerful that under the full force, even the afterimage has no chance to stay in the retina!

"I'm just saving soul energy."

The Grim Reaper incarnate (imitation) was stunned for a moment, and then opened and closed like crazy, killing even more crazily! Qingyi couldn't help but laugh, and then continued to swing the sawtooth sword. Under the summoning of the [Starry Night Gate], the dead bugs shake and also participate in the defense against the enemy.

The flag fluttered and lifted the clouds of the day.

Ten minutes is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and half of the people on the wall have fallen; The ground is covered in sticky yellow sap, and with scattered insect limbs, it resembles a giant flytrap paper. The ghostly swordsman's blade was blunted, the stiff warrior's collarbone was exposed, the indigo archer's ribs were used to shoot arrows, and the pyromancer's soul fire was almost extinguished...... With the exception of Frankie, the Grim Reaper (Imitation), and the Arcane Puppet, everyone else is crumbling. And the two handsome blood elves are very high-looking, because they don't mind the yellow juice soaking their clothes, although they are tired and injured, they don't complain about being tired, which makes Qingyi have a lot of changes in his opinion of the blood elves.

The battle was unlike usual, and the defenders had no advantage over the flying enemy, but the line was not routed under Neve's immediate command. From beginning to end, Scowl didn't say a word, just thought.

However, the elves did not give any time for reflection, and then a group of birds attacked. These birds are all owls with excellent night vision, but judging by the formation of their wings and chirping, they are probably birds of prey in the wild secret realm, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary owls.

"There's a druid on the other side." Skoll emptied his pipe and said with a smile: "The bald eagle has no reason to be suspicious this time, it seems that he really wants to fight with us openly!" ”

"Indeed." Qing Yi took out the arrow that had made him retreat just now and looked at it carefully.

The cluster of arrows is tridiamond-shaped, which also helps the shooter find the right balance in the pursuit of killing; The shaft is made of black iron, hollow in the middle to reduce weight; The arrow feathers are the flying feathers replaced by the wild duck in autumn, and they are also glowing blue. An arrow with such a good workmanship is not something that the elves of the Savage Secret Realm can take out. Qingyi had been to the Savage Secret Realm before, where all kinds of resources were scarce, even in the elf camp, he could only buy wooden arrows, which were hastily cut, comparable to the handicrafts of small African countries, if it weren't for Chikami's good relationship with local NPCs, he wouldn't be able to buy enchanted arrows. Based on the judgment of the poisonous dill, maybe someone from the royal court really came to the aid of the bald eagle.

Want to fight the bald eagle with unprecedented strength? Qingyi had never thought about this problem.