The myth that consciously said the wrong thing was hurt and quickly spat a few words, saying in a very honest tone: "I'm sorry, brothers, I've said it was a bald man. Alas, the advertisements have killed people."

The spectators naturally cursed and laughed, but the 4,000 players participating in the battle did not have this time, especially the deity. Although he did not show off his appearance and looked like he was taking refuge in my Buddha, it was really at the critical moment and he would be more fierce than anyone else when he started a fire.

It’s a pity that no one can win when fighting.

In the end, Mythshurt won the first game with the absolute advantage of remaining 3 million troops.

"Hahaha! Lucky, luck!" Mythsome humbled a few words, and the members of the Silver Lion Legion led by him cheered and enjoyed the fruits of victory.

When someone laughs, people naturally cry.

Compared to the Silver Lion Legion bathed in victory, the lost Blood Wolf Legion seemed very quiet, and no one spoke for a long time. It can be guessed that they are turning grief into strength at this moment.

I said with a gloomy face: "Twelve, start the second game soon."

Zhang Mu straightened his throat and said, "Okay... Then, 10 minutes later, the second exercise will begin. The defense is the Blood Wolf Legion and the offensive is the Silver Lion Legion."

The 10-minute preparation time passed quickly, and it was still the map covered with snow, but the offense and defense changed sides.

Although the Myth Sorrow, who was the first to win, was very careful in his mouth. After spending so long with me, myth Sorrow knew that this opponent was the most terrifying one besides Zhang Mu. If he was not bad, he would definitely be wiped out by him. The reason why he was arrogant will definitely be defeated is still understood. The reason why he did this was just to create the illusion that he would be proud of himself after winning a game.

"Brothers, come on! As long as I win another battle, I will take my brothers to the lair of the 'Frozen Temple' and take you to eat and drink delicious food." The myth kept inspiring the morale of the army with words, and almost said the word "Those who believe in me will have eternal life."

The deputy general said: "Brother hurts it, it is easy to defend the city, but it is difficult to attack the city. We did win the first battle, but we rely on the city wall as the backing. Now that the city wall has been "Big Ben" and others, we are completely at a disadvantage."

Mythshen nodded and said, "Well, of course I know this, otherwise, why would I recruit so many 'golden beasts' this time?"

The small calculation of mythical injury is very simple. You can use a few rounds to destroy the city wall, and then rely on the advantage of many mages in the legion to win with magic. The Silver Lion Legion not only has night romance, but also Deng Jie, but also a group of mages with extremely high magic power. This is exactly the opposite of the Blood Wolf Legion led by the original. There are many heroes with super high attack and defense in the Blood Wolf Legion, and magic power is the weakness.

Magic is a good thing, both for attack and defense.

"Brother, there are too many mages in the A-shang Legion. Once the city wall is destroyed, they will definitely be torn to death by their magic. We must think of a way to exert the advantage of an attacking hero as soon as possible." The only emperor said in a low voice.

A meaningful smile appeared on my face and said softly: "I have already figured out how to deal with Ahshang...Ahshang, don't be too proud of you, you guys."

"The second exercise officially begins!" Zhang Mu slapped his right hand, and both sides immediately entered the battlefield. Such a large-scale exercise must be authorized by the president. A light press of the mouse will cost millions of guild funds. Of course, Chinatown is not short of this amount of money.

Mythshu led the large army carefully and cautiously. His attack style is obviously different from the original. He is taking a group route, unity is strength, and if he can do not divide his troops, he will not divide his troops. The advantage of a group route is that it can concentrate firepower and give the enemy the greatest blow. Even if he encounters a sneak attack, he can counterattack with the advantage of the number of people. The disadvantage is also obvious. Once he encounters a group opponent with a stronger force than his own, the possibility of defeat is more than 90%, which is too unimaginable.

The attack style of my master takes a strange route of division, which is somewhat similar to Zhang Mu. The advantage lies in his flexibility and mobility. Even if he encounters more legions than his own troops, he may win. Many classic battles that are talked about by hero players are mostly fought by legion commanders like me, rather than mythological injuries. However, the disadvantage of this style is that it has extremely high requirements for the squad leader in the legion. If there is a slight mistake, it will definitely be defeated by the enemy one by one.

Although Zhang Mu did not participate in the battle himself, he was not idle either. He was constantly learning. Learning from the deity, myths hurt the advantages of these two people.

It has been more than half a year since the game was opened to the present. Zhang Mu's advantage of two years of rebirth was almost completely consumed in the past six months. The reason why Zhang Mu can always be far ahead of other players is naturally part of luck, but more importantly, he knows how to think and learn. No matter which battle he fights, whether he loses or wins, it will be of great help to Zhang Mu. This is a personal ability that is even more ecstasy than rebirth - thinking!

Only when people know how to think can they keep making progress.

"Interesting... It's really interesting!" Zhang Mu raised his legs and smiled, "Poor A Shue, I never dreamed that Da Ben would be like this... Haha, this is too desperate, but it is indeed the best way to deal with A Shue, it's a talent."

The white snow was flying all over the sky, and the withered leaves were blown by the bleak and cold north wind, spinning in the air, and they would not know when they would fall. The footprints on the snow were so clearly visible that the army led by the Myth Swordsman was already at the city.

The golden beasts walked forward with heavy steps, and the siege cars hanging on them kept throwing huge rocks into the city, arrow towers and arrows shot from the turrets hit these thick-skinned and thick buffaloes, which didn't hurt or itch at all.

What makes myth hurt is that the group of archers in the city ignores this, as if the one who was destroyed was someone else's wall and has nothing to do with him.

"What's going on? Da Ben gave up?" Mythskin frowned and murmured: "No, Da Ben doesn't look like a person who can compromise... Isn't this guy trying to do some conspiracy, right?"

Under the repeated destruction of huge rocks, the city walls cracked several cracks, and the suspension bridge was also smashed and fell on the moat. Seeing the gravel falling into the moat, mythical wounds said in a deep voice: "Attack! Attack! Attack! Attack! Attack the infantry!"

The infantry pressed into the city with a force of unstoppable force!

Suddenly, the adjutant screamed: "Brother Sin, it's not good! We've been trapped. There are no soldiers in the city!"

Myth was stunned: "Bad! If there were no soldiers, then would I see a ghost?"

"It's all cannon fodder...it's all cannon fodder of one unit!"

"Damn it! No way! Retreat! Infantry retreat!"

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, so where is it still time to retreat?

As soon as he finished speaking, countless birds and beasts rushed over from all directions, and instantly surrounded the long-range shooters who had left the large army. This was a bloody massacre! How can a long-range shooter with anemia and thin skin resist the attacks of the melee system? In just one fight, dozens of troops fell down with resentment.

"Da Ben, you damn... Is there anyone who defends the city like you? I am the attacker!" Myth Sorrow cursed.

I hummed, "The city wall is just a burden to me. In order to give full play to the advantages of an attacking hero, I am ambushed my troops on both sides of the road early, just waiting for you to enter the encirclement. Hehe... I don't have to be in the city if I defend the city, right? You, you're too careless."

"you…"

Feng Shui turns, it's myth's turn to vomit blood this time. I'm right, I don't have to be in the city if I had known this, I wouldn't have brought so many golden beasts without melee attack ability...

In melee, group magic like Firewall is prone to accidental injury. It is like using firearms in hand-to-hand combat and hitting the enemy, which is best, but if you hit your own people... not everyone is a sharpshooter, and you will hit every shot.

In view of this, the mages in the Silver Lion Legion were forced to give up using group magic and instead use single or debuff magic. However, these magics have limited damage after all, and they will not hurt or itch when hitting them.

In this way, the myth wound, who had lost his magical assistance, had to watch his legion soldiers die one after another under the enemy's butcher's knife. At this time, the myth wound even regretted it.

"So shameless!" Ye Se threw the mouse romantically. After only 1/10 of the magic value, the army was cut off by the fat man. Of course, this sentence was not what the fat man said, but the original deity.

Deng Jie, Wei Yang, Chen Long and others were wiped out one after another. Zhang Mu smiled and hugged Deng Jie with a confused look on his face and said, "This is not a fault for Ahshang. It can only be said that Daben did not play according to common sense and actually abandoned the city to attack. Normal people generally would not do this. Alas, Ahshang's killer moves were easily resolved... This guy is getting more and more powerful. If these two commanders were able to reach their current level when they were fighting the Ice Temple, let alone 4 million troops, even if they only gave them 3 million troops, there would be a great possibility of victory!"

"Ah!" The members of the Blood Wolf Legion finally spoke out fiercely. Under the influence of their own, mythological wounds, and the emperor, they unknowingly developed a strange character - not dying in silence, but bursting in silence.

And the Blood Wolf Legion, obviously the latter, they broke out and they won.

"Big Ben, don't be proud! We have one more game!" Myth said with a stern anger.

I shrugged my shoulders and returned to the calm tone of my previous calm voice: "Well, I know."

"Cough..." Zhang Mu was in a straight voice. After no one spoke in the channel, he said loudly: "I announce that the army in the Frozen Temple will be attacked soon..."

"What?" Everyone was stunned. After only two sets, why did they announce the legion?

"Silver Lion Legion and Blood Wolf Legion! The legion commanders are the original ones, and mythical wounds."

There was an uproar in the channel and there was a lot of discussion.

Myth is hurt, but the deity has a confused expression on his face.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "You two have attacked the city and defended the city. This is enough. There is no need to decide the winner in the wild encounter."

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly said, "Brother, did you not plan to let them play the third game from the beginning?"
Chapter completed!