There was no arrow to escape and he wanted to struggle to escape, but the ice roar of the night was a group injury spell, and the coverage was too large, like a net carrying an attack, and he was a fish in this net, no matter how hard he jumped, he couldn't jump out of the net.

He also tried to lock the night, so that he could crush the large scroll in his hand and fight his way out, but the rapid wind and rain obscured his vision, and became the best cover for the night, and besides, she was still flying rapidly in the air, high and low, the route was unpredictable at all, and he couldn't lock it, so he had to pin his last bit of hope on the others-

"What are you doing remotely, hit me!

"Don't stop the treatment!

……

It's a pity that the others he pinned his hopes on are still too busy to take care of themselves at the moment! He still has healing blood, while the other rangers can only stare dryly, trying to lock into the night that haunts the phantom in the air, while watching in pain as their health falls down at a flying speed under the bombardment of the frost storm. The doctors were even more miserable, they kept brushing the blood for an arrow without returning, but they didn't even have time to drink the medicine, and they were the first to hang up, and they exploded into a white light one after another around the arrow without returning.

This qiē may seem slow to say, but in fact it happened very quickly, the attack of the night was fierce and swift, like a shocking wave in a storm, and like an avalanche surging down from a high mountain, with a desperate destructive force, it devoured a qiē life within the attack range in just a few seconds!

The spectacular sight of white light rising into the sky again reappeared near the city gates, but this time the object of death. Replaced by a player from the Hill Continent, after the white light flashed, a small blank space appeared between the originally densely positioned teams in Hill's camp. Nearly 100 players, including those who did not return with an arrow, were killed alive, leaving only props and equipment scattered all over the place.

Whoa......

At this moment, the players in both camps were shocked by this powerful destructive force, and they all suspended their attacks, raised their heads and looked at the slender figure holding the staff in mid-air and was silent for a moment, so the sound of the dense rainstorm became the only sound between heaven and earth.

"The night is mighty—"

There are probably no people on the Solan continent who don't know the night, and they don't know who took the lead in shouting like this. The other players in Solan's camp cheered.

"The night is mighty!"

"Bloody and mighty!"

"The temple is mighty!"

"Solan Glory!"

……

The earth-shattering cheers were not only full of reverence and admiration from Solan players, but also a kind of passionate passion, only a cry of joy. This kind of passion that is about to burn and burn can be released, and can it be turned into a more fierce and firm fighting spirit.

Kill, kill, kill!

Yes, the battle is not over yet. It's even just getting started!

in the sky. The night slowly turned around, took a step forward, temporarily broke away from the battle, and flew to the top of the highest tower in Isserdan to recover the depleted mana, but the Solan player at the city gate did not lose his fighting spirit because of her retreat, but was driven by the blood and passion in his heart, followed by the blood of the water, and launched a more fierce impact on the Hill player.

In comparison. The morale of the Hill players was much lower, and the attack was thwarted. The commander was killed, which made them feel a deep sense of frustration, and the figure that could be seen on the top of the tower in the distance brought them great psychological pressure-

Obviously, Night will enter the battlefield again after recovering its mana, as if a sharp blade was hanging above their heads that could fall at any moment, making them tremble. In addition, Qin Shui's blood, who was obviously about to hang up just now, also got a chance to relieve his breath because of the strong entry of the night, and at this moment he was fighting at the forefront of the battle, wielding a giant axe to ruthlessly harvest their lives, and mocking their incompetence with crazy killing.

"President, what do we do now?"

"The command is all hanging, do we still want to fight?"

"How can you say that there is no return before the start of the war? Saying that this sneak attack is foolproof, as if the siege is just chatting and farting, it is simply effortless, and the result is that we can't even enter the city gate!"

"Damn, are Solan players possessed by the undead?

……

The high morale of the Solan players and the replenishment of the combat power that came one after another to reinforce forced the Hill players at the city gate to start fighting and retreating, and the Hill thieves who had fallen into the city through the flying scroll did not seem to take advantage of any enemies.

A Hill thief stalked in the dark corner of the wall, locked on a priest who was running away, and was about to rush out to beat him and kill him calmly when the priest ran past him, but before he could act, someone suddenly slapped him lightly on the shoulder, and unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, a bright smiling face half hidden in the shadows was imprinted into his eyes.

"Hey! Welcome to Isedan!"

Closing his eyes and smelling the incense, he flew a passionate look at the thief, and flew out of the goosebumps on the other party's body, and at the same time, the dagger in his hand was raised ruthlessly and cut deep into the other party's throat.

Throat cuts, chiseling, boning, kidney blows......

Bursts of blood flew up with critical damage, and the thief had already died in a white light before he could fully understand what was going on.

"It's only 5 points of prestige!" Closing his eyes and smelling the incense, he pursed his lips dissatisfied, and glanced at the sky in the direction of the city gate as if he was jealous, then picked up the equipment that the thief had exploded, and dived into the darkness again to hunt the next target.

In another dark alley about forty meters away from closing her eyes and smelling the fragrance, the moonlit night cat is also carrying out a round of tracking assassination, her appearance is not as flamboyant as closing her eyes and smelling the fragrance, but she hit the muffled stick first, but her attack rhythm is fast and steady, and the combo skills are gorgeous, and the two thieves who were assassinated by her did not get a chance to fight back until they turned into white light, and they were simply dead.

In addition to the two of them, there are many Solan thieves in the streets and alleys of Isedan wandering around, searching for the Hill thieves who have infiltrated the city, and every moment, there are fierce battles, but if it is compared to the assassination technique, it is estimated that the thieves in the whole server will bow down in front of the temple thieves, because they have done this kind of thing countless times, practice makes perfect. At the end of the killing, the Hill thieves were like lost dogs, walking with their backs against the wall carefully to avoid being beaten or smeared by the temple thieves.

Of course, the Hill thieves didn't just infiltrate the city to carry out assassinations, they also had a more important mission-

Capture Isedan's Resurrection Point!

However, the resurrection point is heavily guarded, and there are Solan players who die in battle at any time to resurrect, not that they can occupy it, but what is more difficult is that they must be held for as long as possible after occupying, otherwise it will be meaningless to capture, which requires the Hill thieves to gather first to form a force that is not easy to be scattered.

Sixty or so Hill thieves stalked through the dark rainstorm, scattering in a flanking formation by the only road leading to the graveyard of Isedan. They were anxiously waiting, waiting for more companions to come and rendezvous, but as time passed, fewer and fewer companions came, and even after waiting for another ten minutes, no one appeared, and the thieves couldn't help but complain.

"What are those people doing? Do you have a little sense of time? I wonder if the longer we wait here, the easier it will be to be exposed?"

"Don't sue me that they're lost......"

"Even if those people are turtles, they should have crawled over a long time ago, right?"

"Commander, when will it be? It's very uncomfortable to be drenched in the rain like this!"

"Don't wait, let's do it now!"

"Can't you have a longer brain! What can a person do with that? Rush over and die?"

"Aren't they all exposed, and they've been killed?"

"How is that possible!

……

Because there are hundreds of Hill thieves who used the Flying Scroll to infiltrate the city, a team can't be formed at all, so they made an appointment with the meeting place before the action, and they came to form one after another, so that at this moment, the Hill thieves who led the group didn't know how many companions were attacked and killed by Solan players on the way to the gathering, he just didn't believe that so many people were all dead, so he sank down and kept waiting, but waiting, waiting, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people coming, he couldn't hold it back, gritted his teeth and ordered: " Get all the bombs ready, wait another three minutes, and after three minutes if no one comes, we'll act!"

Although there are too few people, it is better to fight with the help of a backpack full of bombs than to wait for death here!

However, they waited and waited, and in the end all they waited for was an ambush!

"Do it!" In the command channel of the Temple Guild, a deep and powerful voice gave a succinct order.

Immediately, dozens of flashbangs, in a graceful arc on a rainy night, landed around the road leading to the cemetery, reflecting the place as if it were daytime.

Under this intense light, the Hill thieves could no longer hide, and they all gradually revealed their figures. They didn't have time to make any moves, so they used stealth scrolls and potions, and the temple ranged players who were ambushed around were caught off guard by aiming at the brain, and then the Solan players who had just come out of the graveyard also joined the battle one after another, and the sixty or so Hill thieves died in a blink of an eye, and the individual bombs they threw before they died did not cause much damage, because the temple team that ambushed them also carried more than a dozen high-end priests who knew how to heal in groups.......

(To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the peach blossom fan presented by Qin Shui Blood.

Thanks to Venerable Drow, Son of Drow, and Nimoleo for the two peace charms.

Thanks to You Xiaoxiao, the spirit butterfly in the cocoon, the cherry peach, and Liss for the peace charms.