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Under the explanation of Luo Zhengdao and the boatswain, the fear of being pulled by the Drow elves as a tribute to the blood sacrifice of the queen of the spider was most likely to be pulled by the drow elves after the unfortunate defeat of this battle, and the fear of being besieged by superior enemy forces was ruthlessly overwhelmed by the fall of a mountain. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) In an instant, the pirates' stiff bodies seemed to be infused with infinite vitality, sweating and reloading ammunition, and the instinctive fear of facing the enemy was obscured by greater fear, or to use an old world buzzword to describe their change of mentality, slut is hypocrisy.

The crowd tactics are incomprehensible, unlike those novelty tactics that are all the rage and become antiques in less than twenty years, the old-fashioned crowd tactics can be called the ultimate nirvana that will never go out of style. Regardless of the context of the era, it is always easier to win the favor of the goddess of war by gathering more forces than the enemy, and attacking simply and brutally with overwhelming numerical superiority, and finally causing the opponent to fight to the point of despair and collapse. Under the premise that the quality advantage cannot prevail over the quantity advantage, the crowd tactic cannot fail, and the key to victory lies in whether the commander uses the right place.

Stranded in the sandbar shoals near the shore, and then entangled in the twist vine, a local specialty, the power of the Yaling warship dropped to zero, and it was not easy for the true demonic sails to spin the ship in place.

It's not so much that the Drow elves deliberately chose this moment to attack, but rather that some of the masterminds behind the scenes have successfully arranged, and Drow is just a pawn in the opponent's hand.

You know, even if the sacrifice cost of a strong attack is greater, it is much less expensive than playing chase battles with high-performance pirate warships in the vast Aether Seas. For some reason, watching the Drow elves use slave soldiers to perform crowd tactics, Luo Zhengdao, who was in danger, was frequently distracted, and he wondered if it was time to praise these sharp-eared and black-skinned Drow people for suddenly learning to be smart, and their brains full of low-level power scheming could also understand such a profound strategy? It's incredible.

Regardless of the success of tactics against artillery with flesh and blood, it is inevitable that once practiced, it will inevitably pay a heavy price. At this time, behind the wave after wave of impact arrays, you can see those bloody and blurred horror scenes repeatedly, and the drow elves, who never know what pity and sympathy are, can't help but feel the sadness of the dead rabbit and fox.

"Master, the sisters have suffered too many casualties, are they retreating and regrouping to attack again?"

A drow priestess with plump breasts and fat buttocks raised objections to the malady of the family in command, even though the main force charging in front was the slaves, the drow had to send a certain number of overseers to accompany the battle, otherwise the slaves would not have been able to hold out until now. Those who came into range of the pirate cannons were crushed by the stone bullets fired by the Mighty Horn without discrimination, regardless of whether they were masters or minions, the shells never considered the identity of the victims, and all that was left behind after the merciless sweep was blood and irregular rotten flesh, and everyone was equal in the face of death.

"Shut up, this is the divine decree of the spider queen, and those green skins have also been paid, do you want to disobey the spider queen's will?"

The murderous question was like a basin of cold water poured on her head, and the smoky and flattering priestess of Drow turned pale, and she lowered her head in shock, so frightened that she could not even breathe, and said:

"Don't dare, follow the divine decree of the spider queen!"

It is difficult for the gods who have already ascended the throne to directly interfere with the material world, and the repulsion is too great, but after death, the souls of believers will eventually go to the kingdom of God established by the gods, and they dare not disobey the will of the gods considering the fate of their souls. For example, an unbeliever like Luo Zhengdao, who did not believe in God at all while he was alive, would end up nailed to the walls of the underworld waiting to be weathered, or be taken to the lower planes by some demon or demon, unless the soul of the deceased is strong enough to resist the laws of death in the New World, just as those arcanists transformed themselves into lichs who hovered between life and death before they died.

It's true that Rose, the devout believer of the Drow Elves, is a genuine god, but unfortunately what he does seems to be can only be classified as an evil god, in fact, to put it bluntly, Rose is the kind of guy who relies on creating fear to gain faith, and the serious gods who spread faith are not essentially the same thing.

Queen Rose bestows fear and pain on her followers, and the drow elves, who are naturally bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, are very willing to accept this, and they are determined to be the chosen people, and sooner or later they will rule over the other races in this world. The few dissidents of the Drow elves want to resist this oppressive theocracy, and they are powerless to reverse the preconceived notions of the entire race, and all they can do is to flee the dark lands, away from the daggers and poisoned arrows thrown by their own people. Just as the boatswain Zola Hegel did, if you don't get along, you have to go away as soon as possible, and the so-called rebellion of the drow elves is nothing more than that.

On the deck of the Yangwei, which fell into a trap and could not move, the more sturdy boatswain did not have the slightest idea of reminiscing about his past life, and he roared murderously and commanded the battle. Zola Hegel devoted all his energies to containing the tide of the Drow and shouted at the pirates:

"Crossbowman, take ten steps back! Grenadier, get ready for battle! ”

The Drow army had already rushed into the shallow waters and was wading forward, less than a hundred and fifty yards from the nearest wave of slaves on the Majesty. Seeing this, Luo Zhengdao was also a little uncontrollable, even if he was burdened with the threat of the Aragami curse that had not yet been made, he was determined to take countermeasures.

"Summon the Flaming Sparrow! Magic Trick - Plural Variations! ”

As Luo Zhengdao's voice sounded on the deck, the ten fingers of both hands danced unusually smartly, crossing a graceful trajectory in the void. To say that to the onlookers, this scene seems to have an indescribable sense of strange rhythm, and even a certain strange beauty. At the same time, the figure of a flame sparrow that was originally summoned by the magic card in the air began to blur, and its petite figure kept changing with Luo Zhengdao's fingertip movements, flickering and dancing with the cross folding of the ten fingers, as if there was a pair of invisible creative hands copying this small summoned creature in the same way.

The moment the fingers of the Dera Zhengdao stopped moving, the originally dimly lit sky was filled with the petite figures of countless flame sparrows spreading their wings and soaring, and the faint light of fire that originally emanated from them could break through the eternal twilight of the dark sea at this time, just like a round of blazing sun that sprinkled fiery light all over the earth.

It is also a truth that a rookie magic card master is also a magic card master, and the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, which is also a truth. Even if he is in the beginner stage, Luo Zhengdao, who is quite weak in personal ability, is insignificant compared to those who have changed the world, but who thinks that a magic card master will be a good bully, then beware of whether his life has come to an end.

Races like the Drow who live most of their lives in dark regions are no happy event when they are stimulated by bright light, and slaves who are also adapted to low-light conditions are attacked by dazzling bright lights, and they cover their eyes and wail as they scramble to fall waist-deep in the water. For a moment, on this chaotic battlefield, the sound of cursing bright lights and painful moans came and went.

Today, in order to deal with the attack of a strong enemy, Luo Zhengdao can be regarded as doing his best, and he did not hesitate to show his skills at the bottom of the box.

This technique, which is close to the magic skills of the Arcanists, was instilled in Luo Zhengdao by the Eternal Library, but the difference between knowing how to do it and doing it with his own hands is as high as the difficulty coefficient of a layman watching a Chinese painting master splash ink is as high as the difficulty coefficient of going into battle to play with a pen. Looking at the ink drawn by other masters, it is called freehand, and what you want to do is a mess, which is not something that can be bridged by the last sentence "you have learned". In short, Luo Zhengdao's efforts will not be seen by others, and the glory of a moment of embarrassment in front of people is a long time under loneliness and boredom.

"Flaming Sparrow Impact!"

"Whew-"

The fingers are like petals blooming, sometimes separated, sometimes closed, Luo Zhengdao, who is a bit of a mysterious master in the eyes of others, feels the additional burden imposed on the body by driving difficult magic skills, and his head is like a taut string that is constantly being plucked quickly, and the sharpness of the notes played makes him feel that it is only a matter of time before this string breaks, Luo Zhengdao's heartbeat rate accelerates to one after another, so intense that it seems to pop out of his mouth at any time. Enduring a lot of discomfort, Luo Zhengdao took a deep breath and spread the ten fingers of his hands, and finally he made a downward pressing action, which also marked the real killing move.

"Danger! Hide now! ”

The Drow Elves were not blind, and earlier Luo Zhengdao summoned the flaming sparrows flying in the sky, and the intense orange-red light made them dizzy.

Rich experience in actual combat tells the Sù Zhuoer Elf, no matter what tricks the enemy plays, in the end, it will be transformed into a powerful attack, and the discerning man has already issued an alarm in advance. But the drow elves were in the open area, waist-deep murky water below, and above them were falling flaming sparrows. Where are you hiding?

"Boom Boom ......"

Summoning a single Flame Sparrow is just a one-star summon, and its destructive power is roughly the same as that of a grenade, making it not a big killer. The problem is that there are so many flaming birds that are all over the world that they are playing with you to blow themselves up, and the power is not the same.

In an instant, it was like a fiery bombing scene that turned the entire world into a fire elemental plane, and the earth-shattering grandeur made the witnesses unforgettable. The terrible wail echoed in the air with the rumbling explosion, and the sea water on the shallows was instantly steamed into water vapor by the high temperature, forming a dense layer of milky white vapor on the sea surface, not to mention the lingering smell of barbecue that everyone could smell.

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