Chapter 586: Lost Romance

Speaking of power simply, neither the "Ice Palm Cage" or the "Water Attack. Wukai Ice River" is not the opponent of the "Ice Age". But when these two water systems are released on a large-scale killing magic together, the damage layered together becomes quite considerable, with a faint momentum exceeding the "Ice Age".

All the spectators on the scene had a look of horror on their faces, and they were moved.

Thinking about it, even a master of Zhang Mu lost his composure for a few seconds, let alone anyone else.

"It seems... this year, our opponent will be Team USA. Not to mention anything else, just look at the magic they showed, except for our Chinese team, I'm afraid no one can stand it." Wei Yang stared at the screen and murmured, while his brain was turning rapidly, calculating the damage caused to French players by the two water magic moves of Team USA just now.

Amu also agreed with Wei Yang and nodded lightly: "Indeed, the US team has a high chance of qualifying, but if this is their full strength... the champion will still be us."

On the battlefield, the French team, which suffered a heavy blow, did not give up. They tacitly gathered the remaining defeated teams together, broke through the encirclement of the United States on the right, and quickly left the battlefield from there, as if they were looking for an opportunity to re-adjust the formation.

The most taboo thing in marching and fighting is to run around the formation when running away. The same is true for heroes. Even if their strength is not as strong as the other party, as long as the commander has the ability to set up a scientific and reasonable formation, it is not impossible to fight with the other party.

Relying on the power of the formation, there are many battles where weak defeat strong ones are everywhere, which is not surprising at all.

The American team seemed to have calculated the Frenchman's next move. The encirclement net, which was originally pulled into a line, gradually gathered together and covered the past in a fan shape.

Will never give the enemy a chance to breathe, and kill the French team in one go. This is William's idea.

Although William is an American, he highly respects Chinese culture and deeply understands what it means to "work in one go, then decline again, and then extinguish three times." If he cannot take advantage of the moment when the French team retreats, the American team will enter the stage of "decline".

Marines and wars require morale, and so is online competition.

The airtight forest was full of blood at this moment! Countless low-level troops were chopped to the ground, although they had a huge numerical advantage, they could not withstand the destruction of the black dragons, Titans, and angels.

During the pursuit, many low-level troops that were left behind in France were ruthlessly massacred.

It seems that the French team was hit hard in the first head-on confrontation, but the fact is not the case. Little William didn't know, but Zhang Mu and others knew it very well as the spectator.

Team US does have high-level lethal magic, but their total strength is worse than that of the French team. Don’t underestimate the extra 10-level troops of nearly 10 units. They have tenacious vitality and attack power that are enough to subvert the result of the entire battle.

"There is no way, and there is a cliff behind it. It seems that the French team is going to play a battle with them." Huang Quan pondered, his face cold. He was shocked by the water magic that the American team suddenly showed.

The magic learned from the "Medium Magic Academy" is not a little worse than the water magic that Team USA just cast, let alone the "Ice Age" that Zhang Mu was accustomed to.

The spectators all secretly sweated for the French team. The intensity of the battle was far beyond their imagination and was worthy of being the semi-finals!

"Haha! I see where else can you run!"

Breaking out of the dense woods, William led his troops to a wasteland, staring at the French team players on the edge of the cliff not far away.

However, William did not attack blindly. After his hero used the Ice Age, his magic value had not been restored. Both sides were half a dozen more troops, and it was difficult to win in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, William whispered a few words, and the deputy commander next to him and the captains of the team immediately dispersed the team in a sympathetic manner, surrounding the players of the French team. Both sides did not take action, just across the river, staring at each other with big eyes.

The two sides were in a stalemate for about five minutes. Suddenly, a player hero in the French team suddenly raised his right arm, and yellow magic ripples were spreading to the surroundings with him as the center.

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!

The gravel on the ground near the cliff seemed to be pulled by some force, flying towards the French team members. After a while, the armor formed by the gravel covered all the troops, and even the black dragons that were immune to magic were as if they had just rolled out of the mud, and they were coated with a layer of earthy yellow.

"Hahahaha! What's this! Isn't it just a buff? Is it much stronger than stone skin?"

At first, William thought it was earth-based magic, but he didn't expect it to be a buff, and suddenly burst into laughter. In another 10 minutes, the hero's magic should be restored. By then, he could use these French guys who gathered together to start practicing.

At this moment, more than ten teams of dragons suddenly flew out of the French team, crossed the midfield and came to the US team's hand-to-hand combat infantry, and squirted.

How could the simple armor on the troops resist the attacks of the dragon clan? In just one round, dozens of low-level troops fell down.

Little William never expected the Frenchman to do this. He was furious and roared loudly, and all the long-rangers locked these dragons in an instant.

What happened next shocked Zhang Mu.

He had indeed endured the power of the arrow shooting in the Nine Clan War Zone. However, at that time, he relied on the 1,000 units and blood-sucking characteristics of the "Pseudo-Skeleton Demon Armor" and the fallen angel survived. But now, the French team's 10th-level dragon tribes with only 100 to 150 units have not lost a soldier under the protection of the magical yellow armor!

All arrows and light columns disappeared without a trace like stones sinking to the sea...

"What kind of magic is this? The power is a bit too amazing, right?" Zhang Mu almost fell to the floor.

Amu brows jumped, and seemed a little puzzled. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such an invincible magic.

After careful observation, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Twelve, look carefully, the French team, the number of troops standing on the edge of the cliff..."

"Huh?" Zhang Mu looked at him and was immediately amused and laughed: "That's the case with feelings. The damage suffered by the dragon clan on the front line was directly grafted onto the soldiers in the rear... This magic is really a bit... shameless!"
Chapter completed!