Zhan Yue - Chapter 1447

[Chapter 1451 does not play cards according to common sense]

At the foot of Mount Li, countless half-orcs wailed. They not only witnessed the sword of Fan Yi that millions of their kin were taken away from their souls and sacrificed their precious lives to Fan Yi, but also witnessed the sword of their own Wang Lian and Fan Yi. Unstoppable, he also became a victim of the alien demon army’s attack on the four mountains of the human race, and died in a humiliating manner.

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“You also want to be sacrificed?”

On the throne, Fan Yi looked at it, and suddenly there was a great terror shrouded in the sky and the earth, which made a group of orc warriors tremble with fear, Fan Yi even sneered: “Continue to attack Lishan, otherwise, you will also have the same fate. ”

As a result, nearly a million orcs continued to attack the defense line of the players and NPC troops at the foot of the mountain. In fact, their fate was already doomed, either by Fan Yi’s sacrifice or by the player’s sword. The final result It’s all the same. This is the result of handing over fate to others. As far as the Nine Great Thrones are concerned, the Orcs are just cannon fodder and have no more use.

Down the mountain, after a while, the half-orc army’s attack came to an end, and all of them had been reduced to the player’s experience points.

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“Hmph, a bunch of trash.”

Another throne rose. On the throne, sat a king with sword intent flowing all over his body and a huge sword box on his back. It was Han Ying, the sword maker, and he smiled slightly: “Lord Fan Yi, let me follow along. The Four Mountains of the Human Race have played a trick?”

“Can.”

Fan Yi smiled and hid in the clouds, only Yu Wei of the throne still hovered in the air.

Han Ying held a giant sword in his hand, pointed the blade forward, and said with a smile, “Twilight Legion, attack!”

For a time, the mountains and forests were shocked, and countless troops that belonged to Twilight Sword Blade Tallinn rushed out of the jungle, all over the mountains and plains. They were all 355-level cavalry monsters, Muye blood knights, fire spirit knights, crimson armor and lingering flames. The entire Pioneering Forest Sea was dyed red, and just after Han Ying’s order, the sound of horses’ hooves was heard, and countless monsters rushed towards the player camp.

“Full alert!”

On the one deer position, Lin Xi caressed the slightly anxious white deer’s mane, held the archangel in his right hand, his body sank slightly, and said, “The impact from the level 355 cavalry monster must be stronger than the previous half-orc army. Everyone in the front row sees the opportunity to release the skills such as the blade guard and the ashes barrier, don’t take too much damage, and those whose health and blood are lower than 30% retreat immediately, no one will say that you are timid.”

Everyone nodded.

Farther away, the positions of the guilds such as Shinhwa, Fenglinhuo, Wuji, etc. were also cheered and cheered by the leader-level players. At this time, every leader of the alliance was a soul character in the battlefield, supporting the cornerstone of the human race battlefield. existence is indispensable.

“Senior brother.”

Looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, Senior Sister Yun asked with a smile, “Why didn’t you join the fight this time?”

“It’s boring.”

I looked at my level and the super equipment, and said with a smile: “It’s good to leave the relics of Hydra to sit in the town. As for myself, it is better to be the leader of a country, or to sit on the top of the mountain with my senior sister, when those soldiers look back. By the time I’m here, I’ll feel inspired, so that’s enough.”

She nodded with a smile and said, “That’s right.”

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Soon after, the mountain was slaughtered, and tens of millions of monsters and tens of millions of players were strangling each other. Although Muye Blood Knight and Fire Spirit Knight were both middle-level monsters, they had high levels and strong attributes, and their impact on players was not ordinary. It is huge, and on the entire front, there are tens of millions of players in contact with them, and I don’t know how many are constantly being refreshed in the pioneering forest.

The Alien Demon Legion has such a terrifying advantage, and the monsters can be refreshed infinitely. After all, there are plenty of reasons for providing players with enough resources to spawn monsters. It is also necessary to refresh them infinitely. When these infinitely refreshed monsters are used by the Nine Thrones What kind of result would that be, I am afraid it will make everyone helpless.

The result, as I expected.

In less than half an hour, Han Ying, the sword-caster on the throne, was at the height of the sky, and his body was surrounded by wisps of fortune. He slowly raised his long sword and said with a smile: “It should be… Come again!”

“Do it.”

The voice of Lin Hai, the shadow of death, came from the clouds, and then a blood-red radiance flew out from the clouds and fell on Han Ying’s body, making the swordsmith seem to have changed for a moment. With absolute control over the rules of death, the blade was raised, his eyes glowed with a reddish luster, overlooking all living beings, and shouted: “Sacrifice – warriors of the Twilight Legion, your death will cast the last of the Holy Demon Legion. Glory, come on!!”

The sword light soared, soaring into the sky!

On the ground, countless twilight legion units that had not yet stepped out of the frontier forests let out a wailing sound. Being pulled out, even though they were dead, their last life force and undead fire were sacrificed together. Countless Twilight Legion troops rose into the sky with blood-colored luster, and they were all sacrificed into hauntings. The wisps of ghosts around the great sword condensed a sword with terrifying strength!

“Damn…”

A group of Muye blood riders turned around and looked at the scene of their companions being sacrificed. Their faces were pale, and one of the thousand commander-level Muye blood riders almost split their eyes and roared: “Swordsmith, you beast… If Lord Tallinn is still alive, how can he tolerate you doing such dirty things!”

However, Tallinn has been hacked to death by our crowd tactics, and even if Tallinn is alive, he may not be able to rank on the throne with his strength, and the final result of the Twilight Legion is still the same.

In the air, the body of the sword-maker Han Ying rose slowly, countless sparks swirled around the long sword, and there were even strands of undead fire that were drawn from the earth. He ignored the curse of the remnants of the Twilight Legion and just looked ahead. Lishan of NATO, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said with a smile: “When I was young, I traveled to the Middle-earth continent, and I wanted to worship in a sword sect, but why do you humans look down on people, this thing… It can be said that this hate continues There is no end to it, so this sword is not only the Holy Demon Legion, but also a sword full of hatred by my swordsmith, wait… are you ready to take over the sword?”

On the top of Mount Li, Feng Buwen moved forward with a sword, and said lightly, “Even if you use your sword.”

“boom–”

The earth trembled, the mountains flowed, and in the distance, the air of countless rivers in the Xuanyuan Empire was also pulled by Xiyue Shanjun, and turned into a blue trickle lingering around the sky-filled mountains, forming a mountain and water interdependence. The stable pattern of the wind is like putting on a piece of indestructible ancient armor for Lishan.

“In that case, kneel down and lead the sword!”

Han Ying let out a low roar, and suddenly a sword fell to the Tianhe River, and the moment the sword light hit the forbidden landscape outside Lishan, the sword box behind him suddenly opened, and strands of flying swords swept across the sky like fireflies. The countless undead fire seeds in the sword light continuously merged, becoming strands of sword energy that contained the luck of death.

For a time, like a rainstorm hitting the thin roof, the loud noises continued, and the outermost mountain meteorological defense was beaten with holes and disintegrated almost in an instant, and then the second and third layers were continuously breached. , Han Ying may not be able to surpass Fan Yi in kendo, but he sacrificed too many souls with this sword, and most of the power of the Twilight Legion is almost contained in this sword.

“Fuck…”

At the foot of the mountain, the crowd of players raised their heads one after another, staring at all that was happening in the sky, Qing Deng frowned: “Is this a decisive battle? Are you giving people a chance to kill monsters? It’s a big move?”

“really.”

Kamei frowned lightly: “It’s completely out of line with common sense.”

Lin Xi’s expression was solemn, and she had no choice. The battle between the throne and the four mountains was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary players, and there was absolutely no way to do it.

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“Qunshan, stand up for me!”

The wind did not hear a low drink, the golden body hummed, and the power continued to urge the valley, and on the top of the mountains, the golden bodies of the mountain kings and mountain gods manifested, turned into wisps of mountain weather, and rushed to help the white-clothed minister of Xiyue. , The entire Xuanyuan Empire is trembling, with the strength of a country, resisting the demons, in front of me, with the continuous collapse of the mountain weather, Feng Buwen gritted his teeth, and the golden bodies of Mu Tiancheng, Guan Yang, and Yiping behind him also Continue to tremble, and farther away, the mountain gods whose golden bodies were almost collapsed were desperate to self-destruct and repair before their death, bursting their golden bodies, and constantly repairing the mountain atmosphere that was split by the sword energy.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of mountain gods vanished into ashes.

The gust of wind raged on the top of the mountain, I stood side by side with Senior Sister Yun, Yuan Qiao’s cloak was flying behind me, watching the battle in the distance, frowning: “If you fight like this, the weather of the four mountains will only get weaker and weaker, and in this way, we are almost There is no chance, and all of them are not needed. The nine thrones only need to sacrifice less than half of the alien demon army to completely overwhelm the four mountains.”

“Not necessarily.”

Senior Sister Yun’s red lips lightly opened, and she looked at the distant battlefield with her beautiful eyes, and said, “Junior Brother, if you observe carefully, you should find that every sacrifice of life on these thrones has a price.”

“What price?”

“Death luck.”

She faintly said: “Lin Hai refined the elements of the world on the altar of death, warming up the legendary death luck, it is the blessing of these death luck that enables the throne to have the ability to separate other people’s lives and sacrifice swordsmanship. So the damage to the four mountains of the human race is not small, but the thrones are not infinite swords, you have to be patient.”

“understood.”

I continued to frown and look into the distance. In any case, this battle is already quite detrimental to the human race. Senior Sister Yun may not know that the rules of infinite monster refresh will not change, as long as the shadow of death Lin Hai’s heart is dark enough and enough Ruthless, it will definitely be able to overwhelm the four mountains. At that time, the human race will lose the four mountains, and the real disaster will be imminent.

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“Squeak~~~”

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared on Dongyue Mountain Jun Yiping’s golden body, extending from his face to his neck, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood.