What makes people desperate is that the strength of this wave of Protoss armies is very strong, and the strength they show when they shoot is half-immortal. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info more than 10 million half-immortals, who can resist this damn thing? The Winged Clansmen who came into contact with these half-immortals wailed!

The Elders of the Winged Eyes Clan were immediately frightened, and they repeatedly asked to confirm whether they were more than 10 million demi-immortals. How is this possible, how can the Protoss have so many demi-immortals, this seems to be different from what they understand.

It's really going to die, if tens of thousands of them are half-immortals, their winged clan can only wait for death! The process of confirmation is very complicated and very simple, that is, to test human lives, pounce on them and die in waves, and use one life after another to test what the tens of millions are, and whether they can give them some ideas of how to live.

The elders of the Council of Elders were anxiously awaiting the report ahead, their faces all ugly. Today was a sunny day, and the presbyterian courtyard was sprinkled with beautiful sunshine. The sunlight has a warm smell, but the entire elders' courtyard inexplicably gives people a cold feeling, and there is a smell of impetuousness in the coldness.

"Report, report ahead, what can be confirmed is that all the enemies who fight have half-immortal cultivation. But the people they have fought against are only tens of millions of people on the periphery, and the people inside can't fight each other, and the level of cultivation is not clear. A man walked in with a strange face and reported to a group of bigwigs in the room who were waiting for news.

Wow. The whole house was restless. This news is so fucking cool in people's hearts, don't say anything that can be fought externally, and the internal protection is good. You don't have to think about it, no matter who sets up the troops, the ones placed on the outermost part must be unimportant soldiers, and the important people will be evaluated and protected layer by layer. Especially if you go deep into the enemy territory to fight, you don't dare to be careless, once you are careless, the leader will be burped by others, and the whole team will be in chaos without a fight. It is certain that there are eight out of ten ten of these tens of thousands of people, and nine of them are half-immortals. Damn, tens of millions of half-immortals, is this god clan crazy?

"Impossible!" An elder slapped the table and stood up, his face flushed, "Impossible, it is impossible for the Protoss to have so many demi-immortals. Think about it, if they send a million or so men to us, what about the Winged Eye, what about the Bladearm? How many men do they have to send out? ”

"That's right! No way! It is impossible for the Protoss to have so many half-immortal-level centaurs available, it is incredible, where do they find these centaurs to come out. Doesn't that make sense! The other half-centaur nervously chimed in.

The other elders were relieved, although they thought that it was very likely to be true, and they were all subconsciously persuading themselves that it was fake, and it was impossible for the Protoss to send so many demi-immortal hands. Ten million, damn it, that's beyond common sense. If so, it means that the Protoss has been guarding against it for a long time, or that it is waiting for the day when they betray him. As soon as they betrayed, the other side immediately sent a large army to suppress the sweep. There is a conspiracy in it. They thought they had a plan, rebellion, freedom, tsk, and there were good reasons for them, maybe the gods were waiting for them to do so. What's more, people have been impatiently muttering to these grandchildren over the years, why haven't these grandchildren acted yet, it's too slow, I can't wait, and so on.

The few elders frowned, they were almost desperate now, they were calmer than those who couldn't accept the facts, knowing that there was no need for the Protoss army to cover up, this time the Protoss army was very likely to be all half-immortals. These half-immortals don't need ten million, damn it, reducing it to one million is enough to sweep through their Winged Universe.

"Don't talk about it, let's talk about what we should do? Hmph, everyone, whether the other party is 10 million half-immortals or not, we have no chance to go back. Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to regret it, do you want to take refuge in the Protoss again? A snow-white haired half-immortal stood up and spoke in a cold voice. These words immediately calmed down the others, and no one shouted nonsense, and everyone was thinking about what to do in the future. They are the brains of the entire Pterotan, if they are messed up, the Pterotocer will definitely play, if they are not chaotic, the Pterocarpus will not be defeated so quickly.

"What should I do?" A half-immortal subconsciously repeated, "No, let's move some people towards the Blade Arm Universe, ten million, we have no choice but to die or die." Guys, I don't have any half-laws. ”

"Moving people must be moved, we are making some decisions at the moment, the encirclement is going to be a big troop, 10 million half-immortals, it is definitely not something we can resist, ordinary people are really like ants in front of them, they can be blown away in one breath. Only those of us can go to the front......"

Everyone's bitter taste, it doesn't matter if they go to the front line, most of them are willing to fight to the death with the gods for the shame of the past. Neither people nor groups want to go back to the past of enslavement.

"What to do, mobilize all the manpower and material resources, and fight them to the death! None of us can count on it this time, needless to say, the Protoss in the Sword Arm Clan will not be less than ours, and even more so in the Wangu Clan. They can't hide this time, who can destroy the last of our three clans......"

"Can we figure it out?" A demi-immortal stood up unwillingly, "Maybe the other party doesn't have so many demi-immortals at all, so we think too much." What we do is no longer hidden, whether it is success or failure, and make it clear that the carriage and horse will fight with the other party. If we win, we will have a future, and if we don't win, at least we won't regret it......"

"Okay, immediately contact the other people, issue an order, and the manpower of the middle and upper level cultivators will immediately block the front of the Protoss army, no matter how much it costs, they must be stopped. Yes, everyone, we have no way out, and others will not give us a way out, whether they have more than 10 million lives and half immortals, we all have to fight each other to the death once, and the worst is to exterminate the clan. Guys, get ready, I'll be the first to go forward, and you'll be the last. The demi-immortal who spoke seemed to be very prestigious, and after saying these words, he stood up and walked out. Put on a show of generosity and righteousness.

The people sent out by the Winged Eye Clan to block the Protoss army were densely blocked in front of the Protoss army, but the strength difference between the Protoss army and them was too far, they couldn't stop it at all, the entire Protoss army was a rotating attack drill, no matter who stood in front of them, they would be drilled to pieces, these Winged Eye people who rushed forward one after another were not opponents at all, except for a very small number of people, the vast majority of the Pterocarpan Clan couldn't even touch the edge of others, and directly broke the formation. Those who can fly freely in the air are half-immortal level, and most of the Pterodactyl people either come on mechas, or on Xi ships and warships. In the entire formation, there were still hundreds of war fortresses crushing towards the Protoss army.

The Pterocarpus who wiped out the remnants of the Protoss received an order that they couldn't believe in their believability, telling them to go ahead immediately to stop the Protoss army, and no matter what the cost, they could kill one by one. It's time for the Pterotoids. We need to use our lives to maintain the dignity of the Pterocarpus. So one by one, the Pterotomy quickly moved towards the starry sky, at this time, everyone has a kind of responsibility and tragedy, that is, for the sake of the group, everyone can die.

Raisen added to the space to replenish his physical strength, that is, his body breath, he took off his protective suit, glanced at the light brain that he had been wearing on his hand, and suddenly saw the latest news, the army of tens of millions of gods is not dead, and they are slaughtering our people, and the elders hope that all the Wingeye Clan can rise up and fight for the great tomorrow of the Wingeye Clan.

Lei Sen was stunned for a moment, more than 10 million, could it be that the Protoss army quietly came in when he felt it, but he sensed it, and those Protoss soldiers didn't sense him, so they had an uncomfortable feeling, not a sense of crisis?

Rayson thinks it's possible, his sense of crisis is innate, not everyone can sense danger in advance like him, and then make evasive actions in advance, so as not to put himself in a desperate situation. In a short period of time, this army of 10 million Protoss must have made the Winged Eye Clan suffer a big loss, otherwise, the Winged Eye Clan's urine would not have issued such a call. Some taste of the last stand.

Rayson put down the light brain, grinned, ate a few elixirs, then flashed out of the space, flashed back, captured a Pterodan alive, subdued him, took off the light brain on his body, and handed it over to the space master brain to dispose of, lest he take it out and take the initiative to call the police, as for the Pterodan who was restrained and couldn't move, Rayson didn't care about his panic at all, and took him directly to Johansen, alive, it was just possible for Johansen to play with it and use it to study the virus.

Everything was in order, he changed into the appearance of the Winged Eye, transferred the money from the old light brain account to the new light brain, and after the operation, he went out with the two light brains, stood in a certain room, and the information about the successful transfer came out on the two light brains at the same time, and he threw the old light brain into the space, sat on the bed with the new light brain, and watched the recent news.

Rayson found that the Winged Clan still loved their race, ten million and a half immortals...... Only then did Lei Sen notice that it was 10 million and a half immortals coming, and he was shocked, this was 10 million and a half immortals, not a thousand pigs...... Well, even if it's a thousand pigs, a thousand pigs arching at the same time, it's enough for the people in front of them to drink a pot.

Now, the Pterotomy is going to be finished! Seeing the number of 10 million, it was a half-immortal who was still good, and Lei Sen's first reaction was that they were going to be finished. Even if the Wingeye Clan is very powerful, there are a large number of demi-immortals, with Lei Sen's understanding, the demi-immortals of the Pterodactyl Clan have accumulated over the years, but there are only 100,000 people. These 100,000 people are very powerful in his eyes, but in front of 10 million half-immortals, every minute will be crushed into slag. I don't have to play at all!

Rayson smacked his lips and opened the door and went out. This room is the residence of the original owner, the house is very clean, and the array is also very good, but it seems a little deserted. He went downstairs, according to the light brain prompts, walked to the left two intersections, turned left again at a red building, saw a door, and walked in, this is a restaurant, a restaurant with good taste, but there are very few people to eat, even the waiter of the Wingeye Clan has no color on his face, obviously stunned by the news of the arrival of the 10 million Protoss army.

"Show me the menu. I order! Rayson said to the waiter. These waiters aren't robots, they're real Pterocarpus, so it's a good place to eat, and it's not like a place where there are robot waiters.

"Sir, the menu you want!" A waiter walked over cautiously, with a distorted exaggerated expression on his face, not knowing whether he was crying or smiling at Rayson, "What do you want?" ”

Rayson grinned, he liked the waiter's faceless face, and smiled, "Do you have any recommendations?" ”

The waiter looked at Rayson who had changed into a winged order with some indignation, at this time Rayson still had the heart to sit here leisurely and enjoy a delicious meal, he was good, this is properly pulling hatred!

Rayson raised his face, "Don't look at me like that. The more we are at this juncture, the more we must be calm. Don't let the enemy break us down before we do. That's an enemy, and I'm not going to do that. You too, no matter what, as long as there is no death, we all have a good mood to live, otherwise we will be sorry for the sacrifice of our people! ”

Rayson closed the menu, "Bring me two similar dishes, no matter what the war is, life must go on!" ”

The waiter left, and after a while brought him a warm drink, he thanked him, and sat alone in the rice bowl and drank tea deliciously. Before the food came up, a strange man sat in front of him.

"That's a great thing, no matter what the war is, life has to go on! It's so reasonable, so poetic! I was the owner of this hotel, and I was still in a panic a moment ago, but I only calmed down after listening to your words. ”

Rayson smiled, he was not a member of the Wingeye Clan, on the contrary, he was an enemy of the Wingeye Clan, and the more people in the Wingeye Clan died, the happier he became, so he would not care about the other Wingeye Clan. It's just that I have happiness in my heart, and I just want to vent it. The Pterodactyl clan was finished, and he was even happier, and he was one less piece of heart.

"Boss, it's time for you to lose weight," Rayson looked at the boss opposite who had grown his face into a pig's head, and said inexplicably, "Whether you fight to the death with the enemy in the future, or run for your life, thin is always better than fat." ”

"What you said makes so much sense, I'll reduce it right away, I hope it's still too late. I invited you for two dishes, and I will give you a bottle of wine by the way, thank you for your calmness and calmness that gave us confidence. Thank you. The boss stood up and thanked Rayson.

Rayson properly accepted the boss's gift, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment. This boss is the same as other businessmen, businessmen, they all value profit over righteousness, not to mention what loyalty to the country is, there is no profit, loyalty must be put in the last place. (To be continued.) )