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Running behind Xia Chen, he kept paying attention to the things behind him, and suddenly saw such a picture that almost didn't make him bite his tongue off.

There is no degree of freedom in the glory of the second generation of VRGAME, and the use of skills, energy, and techniques is full of rigidity, but it is different in the third generation.

The energy can dance with the player's feelings, and the way various skills are cast, the control method and strength are mostly controlled by the player himself, and this world looks like a real otherworld.

This is what VR has been pursuing for the second game, and it is also the quantum field that many scientists are committed to researching.

At a time when players in the early stage have not yet realized the difference of the third generation, this kind of static picture is indeed very impactful.

"I... I hold a grass! Standing at the edge of the woods, she almost didn't jump after hiding, "It's just a zombie, it's such a powerful boss?" ”

"That's... What kind of skill is that? ”

"It's not a skill, it's just a plot."

Xia Chen quickly pressed the bitter head of the tree, and the sea of undead skeletons had risen, although it was a plot, it was unnecessary to go in and "interact".

The player completes the kill before the garrison comes, and the strength of the boss at that time remains the same.

But now it's certainly different, and Resalia's arrival has led to a dusty history that evokes memories of Nifecole who has been obscure for years.

The guiding arrow was said to have been stopped, but it was better to be defended by the energy of the undead.

It was the field of the undead, or the power of the Origin, or the talent.

"Who am I?"

Nifecole looked at his hand and then looked up at the five female elves in front of him.

"Pointy ears?" The huge body and nature let out a question.

The word pointy ears has a derogatory connotation, a scornful term for the Terrans to mock the Elves.

It was the nature of the human race of that era, to devalue the enemy and exalt oneself in order to satisfy one's own psyche.

This nature was deeply engraved in Nifecole's heart, and his words were full of nature, and he did not realize the inappropriateness of his words in the slightest.

"Look for death!" One of the female elves in the guard beside Resalia lashed out.

"I didn't expect it to be you, Nifecole."

Resalia, the female elf who walked down from the battlefield alive, is full of tenacity.

Her chest heaved and heaved, and when the plague zombie turned into Nifecole first spoke, the voice Resaria would never forget.

That's right, Nifecole Orlando, the former Terran Wolf Principality, Deputy Commander of the Third Expeditionary Legion, and Crusader Commander!

"Even if you turn into an undead, I will definitely find you - and I will definitely avenge this revenge!"

Resalia's calm chest began to rise and fall, and at the end of her words, she even paused, changing the gentle appearance of the elf and becoming extremely hideous.

took off the two battle swords, and the hollowed-out dead wood cloud carving was stamped with a special mark, which made Xia Chen, who happened to see this scene, look surprised.

Three-leaf moire!

Resalia is actually the daughter of the Lord of Cloud Dream City?

What kind of feud is it?

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the elves are not here to reminisce, and one of the elves once again draws his bow to the full.

The sky seemed to have changed, and the female elf stood with her bow raised, pulling the strings in the air, causing the stars to fall.

The afterglow of the starry night gathered in the string position, and an arrow condensed by the light suddenly appeared in an instant.

This scene is too dreamy, the starry sky falls and gathers together, and suddenly turns into a crystal feather that is held between the fingers of the female elf.

It's dark at night, and the aurora is flowing in the sky, and the starry stars are falling like goose feathers, making the starry sky here start to become unusual.

Xia Chen's scalp was really numb, he could understand it, what kind of plot is this level twenty or thirty, and the skills used by Resalia's attendants are clearly one of the ultimate skills used by level 50 big shooters-

Meteorite Arrow!

There's something wrong with this plot!

A trace of cold sweat immediately fell, and I had to retreat!

The bitterness was also stunned, it was just the skill of a shooter, just like Hou Yi shooting the sun with starlight to cast arrows, and there was a depressing atmosphere all over the sky.

This scene is no weaker than the five-ring magic used by the Terran archmages in the expansion, and the stars have already taken shape and are ready to be fired.

The edge is in the throat!

It can be said that compared to the five-ring magic, the archer's ultimate skill is a little less gorgeous, but more of that is a little more powerful.

Xia Chen's sacrificial scepter slapped directly on the bitter head, and he ran away without looking back.

The bitter and dry realized in an instant, and suddenly jumped up with a fork, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he ran backwards.

This is too terrifying, this mission has a plot that is true, but what happened to the daughter of the city lord of Yunmeng City who suddenly came in chaos?

The scolding voice in Xia Chen's heart was no better than that of the bitter withering, and the power of the level 50 meteorite arrow in the hands of different people was naturally different, but this did not hinder its prestige.

The high rarity aside, the aoe that is enough to cover the entire burial ground is to make Xia Chen's soul scared after he sees it clearly.

This TM is a group of female lunatics, who don't care about the life or death of the adventurer in front of them!

"Whoosh-"

Xia Chen quickly used his natural energy to jump up to the treetops and keep jumping away, which made the wrenching bitterness below directly round his eyes. Xia Chen's vigor at that moment was not inferior to the movements of those NPCs on the trees!

"High... The master waits for me. ”

Bitter withered under Xia Chen, he felt the movements of the crazy girls behind him also wiped his sweat, the punishment for the player's death is not low, and he is not ready to hang back as soon as he leaves the novice village.

He is a powerful anchor, if he dies and returns to the novice village on the second day of the service, it will definitely be a joke in the industry, and it will not be easy to explain to female fans.

Xia Chen's front foot had just stepped out of the range of the bone-burying ground, and Nifecole also had a new move over there.

"Who am I?"

"Who are you?"

"Pointy ears?"

"Undead?"

The huge body of the plague zombie moved, and he looked at the corpses beside him and fell into a slight thought.

This thought didn't last long, and the Resalia guard over there was about to finish charging his meteorite arrows, and here he came up with an answer.

"I am Nifekol, the general of the Empire, and you are my loyal soldiers."

"No, why did you fall?"

"It is impossible for a holy imperial soldier to fall."

"You did it? Pointy ears! ”

"That's right, you did it, and that day killed countless of our imperial martyrs!"

"Am I the only one left?"

"No, why am I still alive?"

"Undead? I didn't expect to end up betraying the Empire. ”

"I hate, I have hatred in my heart, I hate - you all died in battle, spilling the last drop of blood for the Empire."

"But you're all dead, dead, and I'm the only one left."

"I don't believe it, I really don't believe it, you're just asleep, asleep."

"That's right, I'm asleep!"

"Wake up! Wake up, gentlemen—"

"Would you like to stand up again?"

"Will you stand up again, and stand up with me to raise our slogan once again in this bloody land of the Empire—"

"You are willing to stand up again and accompany me in the battle against Eloran!"

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Forgive me for pinching half of it, in fact, there is still below, but I really can't write it tonight, it's four o'clock in the evening, I can't hold it anymore, so I have to cut it.

In January, there were too many things about red and white, marriage, birth, death, etc. In February, I went to relatives and looked for a job.

The update of this book is unstable, there is no recommendation, and I can only ask for the consolation of recommendation votes.

But it seems that there is no face to beg, crying.

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