Anne Orlanto Thuringia.

Over the small town of Orshfang, climbing at great speed.

"Pull up!9121! pull up!" Anne used her Commander channel to loudly order the battle mages in front of her to maneuver - at least half a dozen gargoyles chased after the male battle mage codenamed 9121, who completely lost his discipline because of the large number of people behind him, and only knew how to blindly fly level, wanting to use his speed to get rid of the enemy, but the gargoyle was notoriously high but had poor mobility, and level flying would only lose the maneuver advantage of the battle mage.

Pulling up, Anne flipped and began to dive towards 9121, the missile bays mounted on both sides had been opened, and they could be launched just by getting closer.

9121 began to barrel roll in the face of the gargoyle's innate ray ability, and Anne couldn't say anything more - although this allowed 9121 to dodge the ray, the massive barrel rolling maneuver caused the battlemage to lose speed, and before Anne could get close to the missile's lock-on distance, a gargoyle stretched out its claws towards the battlemage.

However, a large crossbow stopped the gargoyle from grabbing, the gargoyle that had been pierced through its body by the silver crossbow arrow screamed and fell to the ground, and a combat boat with a burst ejection mechanism in the lower part began to pull up after finishing the gargoyle - the combat boat was the most extreme in terms of speed and climb, so they preferred the tactic of diving-attacking-disengage-climbing.

The battleboat bought Anne a moment, and the girl once again shouted the order 9121 to pull up - the battlemage uses flying techniques and theoretically does not lose speed when climbing, and 9121 has lost his missile bay, and will not consume energy and lose speed due to traction.

9121 finally understood this time, and he directly began to pull up, because it happened suddenly. The gargoyles, who didn't expect the fresh meat in front of them to suddenly climb high, had to adjust their flight trajectory after flying over their heads, and at the same time their flight speed inevitably decreased, which made Annie's locking extremely easy, and the girl shot a quarter of the missiles in one go—six rounds on each side, exactly one launch pod.

The launch bay was immediately ejected from the bomb bay clip, and 60 sacred missiles flew towards the gargoyles with white lines of positive energy. It's not a pleasant thing to be corroded by positive energy, but the gargoyles who have lost their speed can't dodge the missiles at all - the missiles that are being visually illuminated by Anne kill the remaining five gargoyles in an instant, and watch these gargoyles that fly into stones again fall to the ground, and before Annie can pull up, the girl sees 9121 pull up to the flight path of a giant dragon, and what is more deadly is that it is a bone dragon.

With no intention of making way for the little thing in front of him, the bone dragon continued to fly, and 9121 instinctively wanted to back away when he realized the danger that was coming straight at him. But this time, the bone dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed 9121 into its mouth in one gulp.

"Death! There were no bone dragons in the last weekly battle!" Anne's direct team, the third team member's avatar turned black, and some of the remaining team members cursed, "Our luck is really bad!"

"It's a variable...... Now is not the time for us to complain about our luck!" Anne had heard from her sister that with each periodic dungeon, there would be some change, either an extra team of enemies somewhere, or a super-powerful monster somewhere on the battlefield......"9124. 9123, follow me, let's kill this bone dragon!"

Anne said. While continuing to pull high, the girl who came to the sky above the dragon shot all the divine light bullets at the bone dragon in front of her, released the traction on the missile bay, and ejected the hilt of the holy light sword from the arm guard of her left hand, and Anne, who held it in her hand, began to dive.

Be sure to get rid of this variable.

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Climbing over the trench, Yang followed his team of chasseurs and rushed to the undead line not far away. Today's Yang wears a heavy leather cuirass, which has a chain armor built into it, which effectively resists punctures and slashes, which is standard for steppe elf hunters, and the physique of the steppe elves is simply not affordable with heavy all-metal equipment. Pure Mithril and Adamantite are too much of a test for the player's wallet, and even if there are steppe elves who can make these equipment, they won't use them at all - there will always be people who want to get rich, after all, there is a proverb among the steppe elves: the reason why the big man is good to you, in addition to genuinely liking you, there is also a possibility that the chips of betrayal have not been saved enough.

The dwarven shield guards of the same squadron were ahead, these short men had already rushed into the line of defense of the undead, and the steppe elves were the last force to press on the entire battlefield as a ranger.

After running some distance, the captain's order was given: "Shotgun!

Is this going into the trench to fight? Yang immediately withdrew the two single-headed bullets left in the shotgun in his hand, and then stuffed four silver-seeping shotguns, and at the same time, the druid in the sky seemed to have discovered something, and after he communicated with the captain, the captain did not jump into the trench, but jumped over it: "All the hunters!

So Yang, who followed over the trench, turned the shotgun back behind him, and then removed the shotgun from his neck, this semi-automatic shotgun can be loaded with three rounds, and even a child can shoot three bullets in one round, of course, if you do this, the hit is not guaranteed.

A large group of ghouls poured up from the horizon, and Yang pushed three silver-seeping bullets into the bomb bay, and more and more steppe elf hunters jumped over the trenches, and the players who consciously lined up in a dense queue began to raise their guns shoulder to shoulder.

"Two hundred yards!" a steppe elf battle mage flew over the queue.

"Steady, little cubs!" shouted the elderly regiment leader on the other side of the queue on the public channel.

"One hundred and fifty yards!" More steppe elf hunters joined the queue, and Yang's side was crowded with compatriots.

"One hundred and three yards!" the tide of ghouls seemed to have no end, and Yang could even feel the earth trembling slightly.

"One hundred and twenty yards! Fire!" When it reached the maximum effective range, the first round of shooting began, and as soon as Yang pulled the trigger, he was almost shocked by the sound of gunfire from all around, but he still calmly aimed and pulled the trigger, until the last shell flew out of the shell opening.

"First row back! Second row continues!" Yang followed his teammates back, and a group of players behind them quickly stepped forward and raised their guns and fired, and the three bullets were emptied in seconds.

"Rotate!" Yang followed the queue forward, replacing the previous second row, and the girl who had just finished the third shot, and could already see the bloody mouths of the ghouls, did not retreat, but directly dropped the shotgun and grabbed the shotgun in her hand. "Change the shotgun!" The regimental commander's order was too late, but it was not too late, Yang raised the shotgun and poured the shotgun into the ghouls' faces.

Yang then stepped back with his fellow citizens, letting the men behind him spit shotguns at the approaching ghouls.

Large swaths of ghouls are knocked down, but new ghouls pass over all the time, and some even leap forward.

The chaplains of the army began to cast spells, and pieces of auxiliary magic fell, and the compatriots in the front row were retreating, and Yang's queue stepped forward again, this time after four shotguns, Yang heard the roar of the regiment leader's grandfather: "Get on the bayonet!"

Young pulled out the silver-seeping bayonet from the bayonet pouch at his waist, the silver-seeping bayonet soaked in the holy bucket was a sharp weapon against the ghoul, and the girl who loaded it into the bayonet rack of the shotgun heard her captain shout, "For the Saint Laurent!!"

"This is the boy of the Nanmu!

"Son of the Golden Oak Leaf, let's go forward!" someone shouted.

"This is the Sacred Oak! We Live Together!"

Looking at the tide of ghouls getting closer and closer, Yang grabbed the shotgun in his hand, "Son of Orlanto, let's go to the sea of blood together!" the girl shouted loudly.

"In the name of the Aoi clan!, the children of Garol!!," the regimental commander drew his chainsaw sword and charged first.

In the next second, the steppe elves in the entire queue engaged the ghouls in a shout. (To be continued......)

PS: I worked more than half of the day, and when I got home, my brain was throbbing, and I couldn't write more for a while...... Let me sleep first.