"Time is limited, so I'll cut it short. ”

Reconnecting to the psychic communication network led by Idric, the mage's voice sounded in the heart of Mo Jun, slowly explaining some of the deployments on his own battlefield.

Just half an hour after the ghost clan camp used the Lihuo-level powerhouse, Idric and the others had already made a response plan - retreating on all fronts. Give your position to those Ghost Clan Trialists who are gaining momentum.

"The other party has hunted and killed the ember masters in our camp, and more than 100 people have lost contact so far, and more than half of the trialist squad leader-level characters have been lost, and the relatively lowest-level trialists have almost no losses. ”

The current battlefield situation is very unfavorable to the camp of Mo Jun's side, and the top combat forces such as Idric and Hualuo are entangled by the trialists of the ghost clan camp with the same strength, coupled with seizing the opportunity of the Li Huo powerhouse to attack, their own defense line almost collapsed.

"At present, the position has been withdrawn twenty miles back, and your position already belongs to the rear of the enemy, and a large number of Li Huo powerhouses have rushed out to the front line, and those who remain are embers and ashes level trialists. ”

Throughout the battlefield, the ghost clan camp advanced twenty miles, and the location of Mo Jun and Rhodes was originally a stronghold on the enemy's front line, but now it has become a rear position.

"The Swordsmith and the Enchantress have formed a special task force to rush in your direction, and your mission now is to fight your way through the bloody path to join them, and then cause as much harassing damage as possible to the enemy and buy time for our frontline warriors. ”

"Good luck. ”

The spiritual network was suddenly disconnected, and it seemed that it had reached the limit distance of communication - this meant that the majority of his troops had left this area, and within a radius of dozens of miles, except for the soldiers of the ghost clan, they were hostile trialists, which could be described as enemies in all directions, and dangers were lurking.

The moment before the spiritual network was disconnected, Mo Jun received coordinates in a certain direction, which should be the direction in which the swordsmith and the others were heading.

"Rod, can you tell us about the surrounding situation?" Mo Jun asked.

The necromancer nodded, took out a map casually, and said in a deep voice: "This stronghold is located at the corner of the defense line of the original ghost clan's camp, and from now on, the northeast direction is where the ancestral pillar is located, and it is also the hinterland of the enemy army. To the southeast is the line of defense of our camp. ”

"In the most corner of the defensive line, no wonder there was no one for half a day. Mo Jun pondered and asked, "What is the number of enemies in this direction?"

"There are about a dozen strongholds like this, and there are also guerrillas who roam the battlefield. ”

"How's the strength?"

Rod thought for a moment: "Not as good as you and me." ”

"That's it, just go through it. Mo Jun clapped his hands to decide the route, and then pulled Ian in front of the necromancer and introduced, "This is the thug I picked up on the road. ”

"Ian, a ranger by profession, specializes in melee combat and archery skills. Ian touched the back of his head shyly, and then scolded with a smile: "What is the thug who picks up, it is obvious that you coerced and lured you to be a coolie." ”

"Then you give me back the fangs. Mo Jun glanced at the Ranger, who suddenly shrugged his shoulders: Crazy Fang is the name Ian gave to the blade-tailed wolf.

"Rod, necromancer. "Rod's introduction was fairly simple. However, from the battle just now, you can see his fighting style and holding ability, and the necromancer is a relatively well-known profession, so there is no need to introduce too much to Ian to understand how to cooperate in the future battle.

"It's good, after exchanging friendships, I'm ready to hit the road. Mo Jun drew a smooth arc on the map with his finger and said firmly: "Kill a bloody path." ”

Five hours after the ghost clan camp dispatched the Li Huo powerhouse, the battle line completely advanced outward for dozens of miles, and the ghost clan camp trialists who had been suppressed all the time took advantage of this shareholder wind to beat the momentum back fiercely - whoever was blocked at the door of the house all day long had to hold their stomachs, not to mention that the trialists were not good at it. The number of people killed in just a few hours is almost equivalent to the number of deaths in the past three or four days or even a week, and the bloody nature of the final mission can be seen.

In addition to "Zero", which represents the highest point of strength, the second-in-command of the ghost clan camp is naturally the leader of each warband, among which the commander of the [Blood Blade] warband, Oster, is the most influential, his strength is second only to zero, and he is also a powerful existence of the half-step blazing light. This unexpected preemptive dispatch of the Li Huo powerhouse was the operation he personally commanded, and he even dragged down the two combat forces of the same level as Idric and Hualuo.

Hundreds of Li Huo powerhouses sat in the defensive line, like an iron wall in front of the cultivators in the cultivator camp. When the latter, who was caught off guard, wanted to organize a counterattack by the Li Huo strong, he found that the other party had stabilized the battle line, and even the same number of Li Huo strong men could not guarantee that they would be able to recapture the position.

In the hasty retreat, there must have been many trialists who could not follow the large army to leave for various reasons, so they were stopped on the inside of the defensive line. In order to clear these scattered enemies, Oster ordered most of the men from the various warbands to be placed in the defensive line to ensure that the inner and outer flanks were foolproof.

At this moment, in a certain stronghold on the inside of the defensive line, there is the same atmosphere as other strongholds - the momentum is high, and the euphoria is high.

"Look at those guys from the monk's camp, they were still provoking in front of us a few days ago, and now they are shrinking their eggs like grandsons, and they have retreated so far, it's really cowardly. This is a typical tone of puff and pride.

"That is, if it weren't for being a defender, Lao Tzu would have wanted to copy the guys and them in the face. ”

"However, I heard that many of the Lihuo-level powerhouses who carried out the hunting mission returned empty-handed, and it seems that those Ember-level masters on the opposite side are not simple. One of the Trialists turned around and began to talk about hunting down the masters of the opposing faction.

"Eh, you know that I heard that the strong man who went to hunt the 'Peerless Fighter' almost capsized in the gutter, and when he came back, he was covered in blood, and I don't know if he was ambushed or beaten by the 'Peerless Fighter'. ”

"It must have been ambushed, how can an Ember-level trialist be able to single-handedly take on a Li Huo powerhouse? I, as a senior Ember-level old bird, would not dare to say such a thing. An old-fashioned trialist said disdainfully.

The trialist who changed the topic was immediately unhappy, and retorted: "Why can't it, you dare to say that the captains of the four teams of the 'Wind Forest Mountain Fire' can't kill the trialists in the early stage of Lihuo?"

The person who claimed to be a senior ember-level trialist suddenly weakened his tone and muttered: "How can ordinary people like us compare with others, they have better luck than me, and their teammates are also stronger, so they can naturally get a lot of points and props." I can change me with such good conditions. ”

The improvised stronghold surrounded by earthen walls burst into mocking laughter. In particular, a few laughs were quite harsh, which made the "Senior Trialist" feel extremely annoyed, and he slammed the table and got up and looked around, and his laughter suddenly weakened - although he couldn't compare with the top powerhouses in his rank, it was enough to suppress them compared to the rookies around him.

"What are you laughing at, what's so funny!" the old bird glared at the person who laughed the most, and scolded angrily: "You can beat Lao Tzu? Damn, you are a little bastard and dare to laugh at your father, you are tired of being crooked!"

The man's face changed slightly, as if anger swelled up in his face, and then he said in a suppressed voice, "It's a bit too much, you." ”

"Dare to talk back. The old bird rolled up his sleeves and was about to show this guy who didn't know what ginger or old spicy was, but someone next to him exclaimed: "Who are you, are you assigned to this stronghold?"

"Tsk, you can make trouble. ”

Suddenly, another person stood up and looked at the guy who was scolded by the old bird with helpless eyes. This man was dressed in a white hood, and his head was covered by a hood that made it impossible to see clearly, so the Trialists in the previous stronghold didn't care—there were more people dressed up like this in imitation of Assassin's Creed, and it was not unseen.

And the situation at this time made them have to start to have doubts and vigilance in their hearts.

"No, this man's mouth really stinks. Ian shrugged his shoulders helplessly, a little puzzled on his harmless and kind faces, and he said to Mo Jun who was walking towards him: "Isn't it okay to kill seven in and seven out directly, you have to sneak into this set, and you really think you are an assassin?"

"I just wanted to try that feeling. Mo Jun smiled.

The conversation between the two of them reached the ears of the people around them without reservation, and at this time, even a fool knew that these two goods must be not good. And the old bird before did have some ability, the moment he reacted, he turned on all the shields and life-saving skills, and then his eyes were covered by the boundless white, and the bone-piercing cold came from all over his body, as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave, he could only watch his shield value gradually return to zero, and then die in the boundless ice.

Nameless fire, common flame. In addition to the high mental power consumption, it has a very terrifying cleaning ability when facing enemies whose strength is lower than its own, and almost everywhere you can see is the place where the killing comes.

"Next time try element stripping. ”

Unsatisfied, the frost flames that solidified around him were dispersed, and as soon as Mo Jun stretched out his hand to shake it, several bloody killing relics flew towards him. The killing relics harvested along the way made Mo Jun and the others make a lot of money, and Mo Jun's shriveled wallet finally came into the account - since the last time he bought the Wind Walk, his points have been stuck in double digits, and the props have gradually been consumed, if it weren't for the props and points from the killing relics to fill the gap, I'm afraid he would be poor after this battle mission.

"No wonder so many people are addicted to the battlefield, it turns out that there is such a way to make money. ”

"The last stronghold was Rod's, so it's my turn next time. Ian watched greedily as Mo Jun stuffed the relic box into the space.

While the two were talking, the necromancer came from outside, and he was in charge of guarding the surroundings while Mo Jun was in action, as if a criminal gang robbing a bank always had a gatekeeper. At this time, his arrival brought two pieces of news to Mo Jun.

"It seems that there are trialists from our camp trapped nearby, do you want to save them?"

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