Chapter 463: The back door blooms

The Crazy Dragon Legion, which took the initiative, seemed to transform its body into a huge hammer and swept it hard on the Blood Wolf Legion. The two thousand members of the Blood Wolf Legion did not take a step back and stopped the Hammer's attack.

As soon as the two sides fought, they entered a white-hot stage. Neither side was willing to give in. The light emitted by various magic pierced people's eyes could hardly be opened.

Thousands of units of troops die every second. In such a big melee, the main test of the players' psychological quality is the ones.

The melee troops stepped on their companions' bodies to fight with the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, and both sides were red in their eyes.

The small number of attacking troops exerted their terrifying lethality in the melee. The most cost-effective guild war king troops belong to the "Griffin". Whether in China City or the Ice Temple, both sides carried hundreds of thousands of units of royal griffin. These griffins rose and fell like bombers in the enemy groups on both sides. Each landing would take nearly 10,000 enemies' lives. Looking at the nine races, no armies could be comparable to the cheap royal griffin.

Of course, some of the few powerful 8th-level troops have also begun to emerge and appear on the battlefield. Among these high-quality and low-number high-level troops, the Tauren Chief (8th level), the Red Lotus Fire Dragon (8th level), and the Black Bull King (8th level). The excellent offensive and defensive abilities and super powerful attack characteristics can often allow them to kill more than ten times or even hundreds of times their own low-level troops in an instant. They are simply the spokespersons of killing! Tanks in the desert!

Countless dark green "Die Clouds" exploded in the air, screams sounded repeatedly. The Corpse Witch King not only reaped the lives of the enemy, but also the lives of his companions. The range-range attack of the indiscriminate cloud of death really makes players love and hate. Compared with it, Mag's flame ball is much inferior. (Mag's flame is also a range-type indiscriminate range-range attack.)

Before we knew it, the two sides had fought in this rarely visited Gobi Desert for more than ten minutes. Due to the exhaustion of all troops, there were more than 1,000 players sentenced to "dead", of which 700 were the Crazy Dragon Legion and 300 were the Blood Wolf Legion.

"Oh shit!"

No matter how loud the slogans were before the war were shouted, reality was always so cruel. Seeing that the number of people was reduced by half, the burning heart of the Crazy Dragon was immediately poured with cold water, which suddenly woke him up.

"Go back and fight! Stop fighting hard!" Kuanglong made a relatively correct command. If he fights like this, what is waiting for him is not only a defeat, but a complete defeat! The legion players led by the Lord are too strong!

I smiled softly: "Brothers, rush up and cover them into the sand!"

"Ha ha!"

At this time, Lao Gun and Left Hand Shanliang, who were originally going to attack, encountered some minor troubles. They encountered the Emperor's small troops on both sides, and both sides were entangled.

In terms of number and strength, the Emperor is not the opponent of them, but when it comes to practical experience, the Emperor is definitely not weaker than the first-class commander such as the deity and mythical wounds. However, his individual combat ability is too poor, and it is difficult to show his strength in a war.

Facing an enemy that is three times more than himself, the emperor adopted a rather rogue tactic - the dog plaster tactic. The enemy advances and we retreat, and we chase them. If the enemy does not move, we will not move. If the enemy moves, we will move backwards.

Under such a rogue tactic, the bosses on both sides were dizzy and furious by him. Seeing that their whereabouts had been exposed, it was no point in attacking them again. It would be better to concentrate troops to destroy this dog skin plaster.

The frozen silkworm pressed his slightly bulging temple hard, and he felt his head was about to crack. At the same time, a bad premonition spread in his heart.

After fighting for so long, why did you only see the real person shouting and shouting, where did the little brat go?

"Silkworms, please give me ten thousand hearts. In another ten minutes, our reinforcements will arrive. Now, I'm just playing with them." Lao Gun's words seemed to be a reassurance, making the frozen silkworms less irritable.

'Yes, reinforcements will arrive soon! How could I forget this?' Frozen Silkworm smiled and said, "That's right, there are the Flame Temple and the Peacock Hall. Today's battle will never be lost, haha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mythical Silver Lion Legion suddenly appeared at the back gate of the big city. The crossbows hanging on the golden beast threw oval giant rocks one after another. Without any defense, cracks were smashed everywhere in the city walls behind!

"Fuck! Sneak attack?" The Frozen Silkworm screamed and immediately led the troops to the back. But the big city was still too big. It took at least 10 rounds from the main gate to the back gate. Even if the movement speed was added, it would not be able to arrive before breaking the city. Seeing the city walls broken into pieces, the Frozen Silkworm calmed down and said seriously: "Come back quickly! It is important to defend the city!"

"Word, we're meeting again, haha!" Myths wounded rushed forward first. Several teams of dark knights under his command picked up scimitars, and in just one encounter, they cut off several teams of silkworms.

"I said why didn't I see you from the front? It turned out that you were on the way back. Humph, it's really treacherous." The ice silkworm led his troops back and retreated to the attack range of the arrow and turret.

Mythical typhoid shouted: "Brothers, beat me! Beat me hard, don't worry about the arrow tower or turret! I am still waiting for the news of our victory outside!"

"Yes!" The members of the Silver Lion Legion shouted in unison, and a black cloud composed of troops squeezed in along the countless cracks on the back door city wall.

This is a city civil war!

"Huh...! Fortunately, Ah Han attacked you in time. If you delay for a few more minutes, I will be completely finished!" The emperor wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear. His troops were integrated together, and he almost lost his combat ability.

This cannot be blamed on the Emperor. After all, he faced three times the enemy. It would be great to delay for more than ten or twenty minutes in such a bad situation. If it were someone else, he would have been wiped out long ago.

I was still biting the tail of the Crazy Dragon. During this pursuit and escape, both sides were getting closer and closer to the frozen main city. Where they ran past, piles of corpses were always left behind. Those corpses piled up into mountains and turned into decaying bones in the wild sand.

"Damn it, old gun! How long will it take for reinforcements to arrive?" The ice-crossed silkworm was defeated by the mythological wounds.

"Soon! At most, there are still some points..."

Suddenly, at this time, two rows of bright red fonts appeared on the screen of the people in the Ice Temple - "Flame Temple, the Flame God tore up the A-type covenant with the Ice Temple... Both sides officially became hostile guilds."

"Peacock Hall, the Peacock tore up a Class A covenant with the Ice Temple... Both sides officially became hostile guilds."
Chapter completed!