The suddenly approaching face made Wu Qianmeng a little ashamed, not to mention that at this time she was being held in her arms by Mo Jun in an extremely ambiguous posture, if outsiders saw it at this time, these two people might not be able to wash themselves by jumping into the Yellow River. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Wu Qianmeng was also nervous after being held in Mo Jun's arms so strongly, and then a wave of anger poured out: The old lady is the fiancée of this goods in her previous life, isn't she just hugging and hugging, what kind of Yellow River is dancing? Immediately, the silver tooth bitten, and the jade hand lightly raised and pointed to a prescription position.

"The three commanders are all cultivating in the wartime hospital, where there are most of the auxiliary trialists of your warband, if they are attacked by ghost soldiers, they are afraid that they will be more than lucky."

After getting the exact information from the mouth in his arms, Mo Jun did not hesitate any longer, and directly lifted a breath of vitality and jumped up, constantly moving around the top of the building with the acceleration effect of Tongyuan Step and Shadow Demon Leggings. The sleeves and skirt of Mai Qianmeng fluttered in the air in the wind, like a cloud across the sky.

"Go to that house and turn left, and there's a building with the banner of the Temple of Life flying, and that's the War Hospital."

Even though the two of them were in the air dozens of meters high, and the cold wind blew the clothes into a hunting sound, Wu Qianmeng could still feel how powerful and firm the arm he was holding up, as if he was afraid that he would lose it. Unconsciously leaned his face close to Mo Jun's chest, and the sound of a strong heartbeat pump like beating a war drum came from his ears, which was so intense and rhythmic, as passionate as Beethoven's "Destiny".

"Here we are."

As Mo Jun's cold words sounded, Wu Qianmeng came to his senses from the rhythm of the heartbeat, but there was still that unforgettable beat in his mind, and the sound symbolized the sound of blood pumping in the heart cavity seemed to have great attraction and magic, making people unconsciously addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.

"You..."Wu Qianmeng was stunned and put down by Mo Jun, and said thoughtfully: "What kind of hide in your body... Monster? ”

"It's a bad habit to ask about someone's privacy." Mo Jun's voice returned to the same underwhelming appearance as before, and turned around and said, "It's the same as your age, it's all a secret. ”

By the time the two arrived, the ghost soldiers had already invaded the inside of the house that had been used as a war hospital, which meant that the three commanders were in a rather poor state - otherwise any one of them would have easily repelled them. Because the streets of the fortress have been controlled by the infiltrated enemy camp assassins and the elite ghost soldiers they released, the rest of the trialists cannot come here to support for a while, and most of the trialists gathered here are auxiliary healing professionals and wounded, and their combat effectiveness is quite limited.

Hualuo was in a pretty bad mood at this time.

The arm that has been numb is waving stiffly, the movement trajectory of the sword and shield has changed from flexible and free at the beginning to stiff and rigid at this time, every time he resists the attack of the ghost soldier, Hua Luo must calculate the shortest movement trajectory with the least physical exertion, because he has already fallen into a state of physical exhaustion, and because of the desperate rescue of Ji Ge from the battlefield, his body is covered with dense wounds, and the most serious thing is that the blow of the ghost will break out directly through his chest. If it weren't for the paladin's talent for durability, I'm afraid he would have been summoned by the Lord a long time ago. Even so, he stood in front of the door like a majestic mountain, flanked by several wounded trialists, and behind them were healer-priests who were exhausted but still wielding magic and healing skills, as well as seriously wounded who could not fight, including two warband commanders who had fallen into a coma and still not awake.

Tick... Tick...

Thick, blue-black blood slashed down the blade of the sword, and then flowed to the ground to converge into a cyan river. When there were no more living ghost soldiers in his sight, Hualuo couldn't resist the fatigue in his body after all, and sat heavily on the floor full of misunderstanding liquids, while the rest of the participants also relaxed as if relieved, and they didn't know whether they were happy or worried that they could survive the surprise attack of the elite ghost soldiers.

"Why hasn't Ming Shifei finished cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers in the fortress for so long?" What Hua Luo was thinking in his heart was that the leader of the monks who were also guarding the fortress failed to clear out the invading ghost soldiers and rushed to support them during the attack time - it stands to reason that in this mission world, the top aborigines of each war zone like Ming Shifei are all high-level or peak strength of Li Huo, and unlike the exhausted Hualuo three, Ming Shifei, who has been sitting in the fortress and has never been dispatched, has complete combat effectiveness.

But the fact is that two hours have passed since the riots began, but there are still shouts and roars from outside, which means that there are still a large number of intruders within the element.

"It's messed up, it's all messed up." Shaking his head helplessly, Hua Luoqiang commanded the surrounding trialists to clean up the battlefield with spirit, at this time, he was the only one who could control the scene, he was the only one who could control the scene, he could be discouraged but he couldn't, he had to lead everyone's actions like a lighthouse all the time. In the case of campaign missions, the role that one person can play is quite limited, and it is necessary to gather the strength of everyone to effectively influence the situation on the battlefield, and in this fortress, the three commanders from the Nightingale Warband serve as the rallying point of this force.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and the enemy obviously thinks the same way.

A sense of crisis suddenly emerged in my heart, like a cold wave covering Hualuo's whole body. With the experience of the paladin, he could naturally see that this strong killing intent must have been sent by a powerful assassin, and once the assassin showed his killing intent, the next attack would be the most deadly and dangerous attack.

The short sword quietly appeared, in contrast to the strong killing intent, the quenched sword blade that suddenly revealed its form was as treacherous and insidious as the king cobra lurking in the shadows, this assassin must also think that Hua Luo, as a paladin professional with high resistance and high physique, it was difficult for his own set of attacks to cause effective output, so he simply condensed all the momentum in the most elusive first attack, causing a fierce slash that was enough to kill.

-- Cut throat

It only took a few tenths of a second from the detection of the killing intent to the manifestation of the short sword, and it was difficult for the alertness of the peak of the Hualuo Li Fire level to react effectively in such a short period of time, so he could only curl up after feeling the general direction of the assassin's attack, trying to dodge most of the damage. However, the attacker was clearly also proficient in assassination operations, and his attack changed as his target moved, and the short sword moved like lightning in a short swing time, and the sharp, poisonous blade was about to cut through Warlock's unprotected neck.

However, a sudden flash of light broke the assassin's attack, and the streamer directly crashed into the assassin's body, and without saying anything, it passed through, and directly cut the assassin's body into two pieces!

- Wandering Flash!

The swordsmith stood on the spot with his sword after performing a blitzkrieg, not because he was deliberately handsome, but because the wounds on his body that had not yet healed were pulled by the vigorous movement, and began to ooze a dazzling scarlet color again—the swordsmith, who was a Lihuo-level powerhouse, was also a member of the team of trialists who had slain the ghost generals, and the wounds on his body were only heavier than those of several commanders.

"It's too embarrassing to die here." Fang Yu endured the pain all over his body and pulled the terrified paladin up from the ground, "Don't forget that you still owe me a glass of wine. ”

"You still remember that." Hua Luo, who was panting, looked relieved when he heard this, but then his face changed suddenly, and he didn't have time to explain to Fang Yu and directly used a large-scale defensive skill. I saw a circle of golden aura spread outward from Hua Luo's body, and all the trialists who were swept by the aura shone like a layer of golden armor.

However, the shield formed by this layer of aura was not enough for a strong assassin who was at least at the high level of Li Huo, and the suddenly revealed blade was only hindered for a blink of an eye when it encountered that layer of golden shield, and then a short cry was heard, and a male trialist in a white doctor's robe was assassinated on the spot, and the assassin disappeared the moment he revealed his body, like a poisonous snake that had escaped into the jungle and waited for an opportunity.

The assassin's attack was quite vicious and vicious, and he did not look back regardless of whether he succeeded or not, which caused Hua Luo, who did not have a wide range of offensive skills, quite a headache - what made him even more troubled was that the assassin saw that he was not even, and actually attacked the weak support trialist, which caused the rest of the people who had not yet reacted into great fear.

"Stick to the wall and get together! All the hidden skills will be released! ”

Warlock roared, trying to bring the chaos under control, but the enemy apparently wouldn't give him a chance to do so, as once everyone was on guard, the threat to the Assassin who had lost the advantage of the first strike was greatly reduced.

- Cut your throat!

Another female trialist who had no time to find refuge fell to the ground, and Warlock vaguely remembered that she was a member of the chaplaincy group, and many young men who pretended to be injured liked to talk to her on weekdays, and then left contentedly under her careful care.

At this time, this sweet-looking and gentle girl had turned into a lifeless corpse, and scarlet blood spurted out of her white neck, causing fear among the people around her, but also igniting the majestic anger of the paladin.

"Come out for me!" Warlock angrily swung his blade in the air, but slashing without a target was futile, and there was no way to force the assassin out of stealth without a wide range of attacks. Fang Yu and Hualuo naturally have powerful group attack skills at the bottom of the box, but such a narrow indoor range of moves is likely to cause more serious consequences. At this time, the most urgent thing to solve is to have a range skill that can accurately cover the whole field and have no side effects.

Have it? This condition even Hualuo himself did not dare to ask for extravagance, but the next scene once again made him realize what it means to be a battlefield situation.

"Prepare for the taunt skill!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which made Hua Luo look up sharply, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a strange figure suddenly appeared from the air, the figure exuded an extremely cold aura, and he also held two short swords with a ghostly light in his hands, and from the surprised expression on his face, it could be seen that even he didn't know why the stealth skill suddenly failed.

The Assassin then saw a burly figure charging at him with a monstrous rage.