"Whew!"

The shrill sound of a horn rang out in this fragment of space-time that was out of the world, just as the long roar that once pierced the night sky of Azeroth.

It is an ancient stone bridge full of broken traces that have witnessed countless ups and downs.

There are old car prints, sharp scratches from swords, and even the occasional remnant of arrows in the cracks of stone slabs.

It may be part of the famous human castle of Stormwind, or it may be an illusory spin-off left outside of the timeline.

But whatever it is, it is now a natural boundary that divides the two factions, and is part of the main body of the battlefield.

The invisible power of time has blessed it, making it immune to magic and violence.

Warriors emerge from the void in a trance, who have died at the will of the warriors and will always live up to their last wish: to fight!

"Roar!!"

An orc with a great axe roared and charged from the left side of the bridge, while the human soldier on the right resolutely raised his shield and set out on the journey.

Hordes or alliances are no longer a reason for them to fight, and now they are fighting for their own will that will never end!

"Where is the enemy?"

Yi Qiu said as he rode a cloud of black mist at the level of the energy turret that emitted a ghostly light, looking at the ancient bridge in the distance.

This energy turret is a campaign building and is a key defensive structure to guard the core area of the camp.

It fires a type of particle ball with magic repulsion at a rate of 0.5 seconds, scorching enemy spell energy for additional damage in addition to the orb's own magic penetration damage.

"According to the operation mechanism of this campaign, the team opposite us must also be a full match team."

"They should be planning or blessing in front of the station."

Bikz quietly glanced at the black mist under Yi Qiu's feet, and then said.

Bikzi's situation with Yi Qiu was completely derived from the eldest princess's file, and in his opinion, Yi Qiu was a more dangerous existence.

Although the warrior monks all follow the way of order, as far as the current situation is concerned, there are some deviations between Yi Qiu's way of order and the way of the warrior monks in the conventional sense.

In the realm of order, some deviations can sometimes be dangerous enough.

"I have comprehensively analyzed this campaign, and it seems to be a very simple campaign, with only one route."

"This relatively small environment determines that the general tone of the battle is extremely intense, and the soldiers who refresh every 1 minute and the runes that refresh the bridge from time to time will affect the outcome of the battle to a certain extent."

"Based on our average level, the refreshed soldier will have a creature level of 15."

"The human soldiers in our camp are inferior to the orc soldiers individually, but their characteristics allow them to gain a greater advantage after gathering a sufficient number of them."

Bikz looked at Nichol, who was wiping a short spear with an unknown red cloth, Emma, who was exploring a dragon book with Isabella, and Yi Qiu, who was flying in mid-air.

Bikz suddenly sighed that some of the teams were too big to lead, which was a feeling that he had not managed thousands of apprentices in the Mage Tower.

This stimulated his endogenous motivation even more, and he wanted to complete this battle beautifully.

At the moment, they have a very strong team.

After all, they are an elite team that is going to impact the sub-field of the Canyon Peak Competition, and it is only natural to have the crushing combat power of the same level.

Therefore, Bikez is still full of confidence.

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"Head, they haven't shown up yet."

The Nezumi Wanderer whispered to the old wet eyes who were napping on a staff of white bones.

For example, the superior report with a changeable temperament but can control your life and death is a skill, and the moderation of the voice and the slowness of the intonation are all things worth studying.

The nezumi love to delve into this craft, and as a low-level race born from the shadowy sewers, they know better the bloody and brutal reality behind survival.

"To Tempt ......"

The old wet eye opened one eye, and his cloudy eyes were full of twilight fatigue.

The Nezumi Wanderer nodded and stepped back, then began to cast a summon swarm.

This is its own spell-like ability, capable of summoning 3-5 Ferocious Rats to drive it.

Although the Ferocious Rat, with an average level of no more than level 5 at this level, is a bit weak, it is still enough as a detection unit and cannon fodder.

If in a town, the ferocious rats are also able to drive the normal rat colony to work for them to a certain extent.

"Dirty idiot."

The Tiger Warrior looked at the Nezumi Wanderer with disdain, and it was disdainful of the Nezumi's low posture.

Of course, it has chosen to crawl before, but it always gets up from it.

Because it has a thirst and a frenzy for power in its heart, it will not always succumb to that unit or some kind of will.

Old Wet Eyes closed his eyes tiredly, he didn't care about the tentative gazes of his teammates after he closed them.

They are vicious hyenas, and he is an old head wolf.

They spied on him, trying to get advanced nourishment from him.

And he takes advantage of their greed and drives them to work for him.

Although the old wet-eyed adventurer has swallowed up an unknown number of lives, there will always be fresh blood to join.

Because greed can blind people's hearts.

Old Wet Eyes caressed the sleek skull of the White Bone Staff, and he had gradually felt the relentless erosion of the years.

But facing death calmly is undoubtedly a joke for him.

When he held the Bone Staff and laughed wildly over the corpse-strewn city, it meant that he would no longer compromise with anyone.

He is old and no longer as patient as he was when he was younger.

The years hunched his back, and he no longer needed to bow down like others.

Reincarnated as a Lich......

The old wet eyes were a little hesitant, this is a truth that has been laid down by predecessors a long time ago.

But he wasn't that keen on it, as he didn't think his will would be stronger than the Grand Arcanists.

As time passes, he will gradually become an undead creature that has lost his emotions and humanity.

It was a lich named "Old Wet Eyes", but it was no longer Old Wet Eyes.

At least that's what he thinks for the old wet eye.

"What do you think we should do?"

The depraved priest, dressed in minimal fabric, looked at the old wet eyes and licked the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

She is a believer in the spider god, a dangerous fanatic.

Old Wet Eyes didn't know why she chose to join her adventure party, but there was no doubt that she had caused herself a lot of trouble.

"Don't hurry, death in the wind will give me the answer."

Old Wet Eye took out a crystal ball from the wide spores on his body, and the withered palm full of brown patches swiped over the crystal ball, and suddenly some chaotic images flashed quickly in Old Wet Eye's eyes...... (https:)

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