The nameless Hanqing became a banner, and hundreds of mythical players broke away from the original team, like a lonely boat that broke through the wind in the sea of people and gathered towards Hanqing.

The commanders of the coalition scolded and shouted angrily, trying to gather the team, but no one paid attention to them, and these regiment commanders, who were used to showing off their might on weekdays, were now not fart in the eyes of mythical veterans.

All they saw was the old brothers who were rushing to the city gates from all directions like them.

Fuck the dragon god, fuck the rich, Lao Tzu is a mythical veteran, Lao Tzu does not fall, mythology does not die!

In about a quarter of an hour, a phalanx of 10,000 people was surging with blood outside the east gate of King's Landing, and a solemn and desolate aura suddenly spread on the bloody battlefield.

"Myth!"

"With me, I'm not dead!"

"Myth!"

"With me, I'm not dead!"

Hanqing's battle spear rose and fell, roaring loudly, and the crowd behind him responded, and the sound resounded through the world.

The jet-black iron armor torrent is rolling and rushing.

……

"Mythology?"

Tang Weiwei, who was flying and leaping on the high-rise buildings in the city, suddenly looked back, and when her eyes touched the crowd of people, she was silent for a long time, and at the end, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she muttered to herself: "This is the world of Tuoba, and those who dare to compete with it are my mortal enemies." ”

After that, turn around and leave, and never look back.

On the racetrack of the eastern city wall, the commander of the second division of the Dragon Tooth Legion looked down at the ironclad torrent that had crossed the moat and was about to flood the city gate, and his eyes burst with excitement.

"Hehe, that's what it looks like. The dignified myth, the old man was slapped in the face like a group of rabble, and Lao Tzu was ashamed of you. ”

As soon as he raised his hand, he shouted, "White Feather Battalion, Arrow Array!" Ice Camp, Ice Path! ”

Behind the battlements, columns of archers and ice mages quickly pressed down in formation, and sharp iron arrows stretched out of the battlements through the faint cold light.

"Ready, shoot!"

At the end of the night, the arms fell heavily, and the flying arrows as dense as locusts suddenly fell overwhelmingly, and the cold ice made a crackling sound of ice, and quickly spread along the city wall towards the crowd attacking the city gate.

Under the city, the surging offensive suddenly stalled, the arrows froze, and the dead and wounded were all over the place.

Mythical veterans, who are among the first-line players of mythology, are not even thirty percent, not to mention the terrain advantage, only in terms of level equipment, compared with the Dragon's Tooth Legion, they are more than one line behind.

Courage and fearlessness of death are admirable and respectable, but it is difficult to offset the number of gaps.

Perhaps, each of them knows that the general trend has gone, success or failure is not important to them, and what they are doing now is just to protect the pure land, glory, and faith in their hearts.

They are willing to use their blood to wash away the shame that some people have imposed on myths, and they are willing to accompany myths to die with dignity.

Maybe...... That's all!

……

At the same time as the Mythical Alliance launched an all-out assault on King's Landing, the rain-soaked Rain Legion made their way through the Troll Forest and joined forces with the Red-robed Iron Riders in the dark wasteland thirty miles north of the Troll Castle.

Subsequently, the two armies joined forces in one place, under the command of the rain of flowers, the red-robed iron cavalry was divided into three, one served as the vanguard, and the other two protected the left and right wings of the army.

There are countless sporadic resistances along the way, but it has no practical significance except to show the unyielding temperament of these unwilling mythical players.

The small team of as few dozen or as many as a few hundred people could not even rush into the array of the gods before they were shot into white light by the rain of arrows flying out of the array. As for the escaped mythical scout outpost, the rain did not bother to order the cavalry to pursue and exterminate it.

He knew that President Tuoba ordered the Listening Rain Legion and the Great Red Robe to go north to the Huaxia Royal City in order to storm the Troll Castle head-on and wipe out the mythical lair in one fell swoop. It was a strong attack, not a surprise attack, otherwise the assassination team under his command would have cleared out the scout rangers on the outskirts of the Troll Castle who were responsible for reconnaissance and release of wind one step ahead of the army, and they would still be jumping up to now.

After more than half an hour, the army camped and set up artillery positions five miles away from the Troll Castle.

It was more than enough for an army of 300,000 to surround the Troll Castle, but the rain did not do so, the whole army was concentrated in the south of the Troll Castle, looking down from the top of the city, the iron armor was forested, the spears were like a forest, boundless, and the huge battle flags were dancing in the wind, and the hunting sounded.

A powerful sense of oppression swept silently towards the castle, and the viewers were all shocked.

……

In the splendid and luxurious headquarters hall of the Troll Castle, Qin Shi Mingyue's face was as gloomy as water, and he sat alone at the huge ivory-colored round table. He played with the goblet in his hand, and every now and then he smothered the scarlet liquor in the glass.

The wine in the virtual world still makes people feel drunk, and when he walked into the smoke and rain maze of the hall with Chu Qianqiu, he found that Qin Shi Mingyue was obviously drunk.

"Qin Shao......"

Qin Shi Mingyue raised his head, and the cold eyes of the Yin Owl made the smoke and rain maze give rise to a chilling sense of fear.

Obviously, at this time, Qin Shi Mingyue was angry in his heart, and he used the anesthesia of alcohol to restrain himself so that he did not break out.

He thought that the myth could have survived in a desperate situation, but the white-eyed wolf who was not well raised by the emperor, the bastard who had been cut by a thousand cuts, actually buried the myth's only chance of victory with his own hands for his worthless pride.

The haughty dragon god never examines his own problems, let alone admits his failures. In his concept, the reason why the myth has fallen to Si is because of betrayal, the betrayal of Shakti!

"Heaven is going to kill me, it's not a crime of war!"

He has always sighed unwillingly in his heart, scolding angrily, like a desperate hero in ancient times.

"Qin Shao." The Misty City lowered its eyelids, dodging Qin Shi Mingyue's seeping gaze, and said, "The red-robed army of the gods and the Fifth Legion, with a total of 300,000 people, are approaching the five-mile area of the Troll Castle. At present, there is no news that Tuoba Evil has been launched, but our people seem to be ...... It doesn't seem to be high in fighting spirit. In addition, a few people who ate inside and outside took the lead and posted demagogic posts on the forums, and many congregants were provoked to go offline and refuse to participate in the battle with the gods. See if you're coming forward to press ......"

In fact, fools know that this war, the myth has been lost, and there is no hope of a turnaround. The reason why the Lost City of Smoke and Rain has not yet become a grandson is because he has no other choice but to follow Qin Gongzi.

As the black hand that caused Tingyulou to fall apart and most of the congregation merged into mythology, Mantianhuayu, who had already become a powerful giant in the realm of gods, would definitely not let him go. If he leaves the myth, or the protection of Qin Shi Mingyue, his fate is to be hunted down and whitewashed, not to mention calling for wind and rain, I am afraid it is a luxury to have a place to stay.

In his opinion, it is true that the myth has been defeated, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, although this battle has made the Qin family hurt their muscles and bones, and their vitality has been greatly damaged, but it will not completely decline. In the future, it doesn't matter if you can't mix the game, as long as Qin Gongzi is willing to eat casually as always, he will still be prosperous and rich, and he will live a life of a local tyrant.

Chu Qianqiu's thoughts are exactly the same as those of the Lost City of Smoke and Rain, although he despises Qin Shimingyue's cowardly style of self-abandonment when he is in danger, although he understands that it is pure wishful thinking to say anything about coming forward to preside over the overall situation now, but the necessary humility and caution are still necessary, and the reason is nothing more than Qin Gongzi's appreciation.

Everyone is forced to have no way to live in eternity, so they expect Qin Gongzi not to forget the hard work of his two in the past, and follow Qin Gongzi to crisscross the business world in the future, which may not be worse than mixing in the virtual world.

The most important thing at the moment is attitude, we have to make Qin Gongzi deeply feel their loyalty to share honor and disgrace with Qin Gongzi, otherwise they will lose their jobs, and I really don't know what to do in the future.

As everyone knows, Qin Shi Mingyue is even more competing with the word traitor at the moment, he stares coldly at Chu Qianqiu and Yanyu Maze, two subordinates with traitor attributes, and the nameless karmic fire in his heart is becoming more and more fierce.

"Get out!"

Sure enough, the tiger will not fall, I have to say that Qin Gongzi has a rolling word exit, and the end is full of momentum. The two traitors shuddered and rolled in disgrace.

At this time, a man dressed as a thief in a gray cloak walked in, he looked at Qin Shi Mingyue, who was full of grief and indignation, and was decadent, and took off his hood, revealing his old face.

The old housekeeper of the Qin family, Huang Tian, the king of killers.

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Young Master, the general trend has passed, the head of the family asked me to bring you a message, so that you can go to the United States immediately to take over the family's overseas industry." As for the country, he will deal with it properly and does not want you to interfere again. In addition, it has been ascertained that the crow died and was buried on a mountain in Tibet, and the monument erected by Tuoba Evil himself. The people who destroyed the gods have already dealt with it, but there are two Charlottes behind the Tuoba Evil. Also, if the news is correct, Lan Yumian's true identity is the eldest lady of the Sichuan Shu Baili family, as long as the power of any family is used, it is not difficult to find out to us. Therefore, for the sake of caution, and considering your safety, the head of the family means that you should terminate eternity at once, be escorted by me, and leave the country immediately......"

"What do you mean...... How dare he kill me? Qin Shi Mingyue sneered extremely contemptuously.

"You've never really understood the Tuoba, the Hand of Death, he was originally a madman......" Huang Tian smiled bitterly.

"Come on, then. Let's see if he has the courage to play another solo play for me in Longtan. ”

Qin Shi Mingyue raised her head and drank the wine in her cup in one gulp, with a cold smile on her face. He wished that Ye Feng would break into the Qin Mansion again.

The so-called eating a trench grows a wisdom, today's Qin Mansion is no longer comparable to the past. There is no need to hire any masters, as long as Ye Feng dares to enter the gate of the Qin Mansion, he only needs to gently pull the electric switch, and Ye Feng will be electrocuted into coke even if he is a dragon.

After such a big loss last time, Qin Shi Mingyue had an epiphany, instead of encompassing some invincible masters, it is better to believe in the power of science and technology.

As a result, the Qin Mansion was transformed into a large electric cage.

As long as Ye Feng is dead, what big things can those stupid women do, and if they lose this banner, just like the Tianfeng Alliance back then, the gods who seemed to be monolithic will inevitably collapse themselves.

This kind of trick, Qin Gongzi is too experienced, and he knows that this trick treats both the symptoms and the root cause, and the myth will come back to life in the near future.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Gongzi's ambition, which had almost been ravaged to ashes, saw hope again, he wanted Ye Feng to die so much that he actually laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Not a sneer this time.

"Uncle Huang, if I say that I, Qin Han, will definitely make a comeback, do you believe it?" He looked at Huang Tian with a bitter face.

Hearing this, the corners of Huang Tian's mouth twitched twice, obviously surprised, but he still shook his head very honestly when he came back to his senses.

Huang Tian felt more and more pitiful in his heart, Qin Shi Mingyue was once a dragon and a phoenix, but now he had fallen into a state of self-deception.

He thought to himself, Qin Shi Mingyue probably didn't know that the Qin family was already in turmoil, and the building was about to collapse. Since the start of the mythical war, the stock market has changed, and in just three days, the assets of the Qin family have continued to plummet by 40%, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the Qin family's industry on the bright side is already on the verge of collapse, and it is not far from bankruptcy.

Originally, even if the myth was defeated, the impact on reality would not have reached such an extreme level. However, the gods and myths, or the war between the Qin family and the Luo family, has already attracted the strong attention of international speculators and financial oligarchs.

In fact, at the beginning of the war, there were not many people who were optimistic about the gods, and the original target of these financial oligarchs was not the Qin family, but the Luo family.

What's more, even if the Qin family supports it, what can it do? Ever since the battle between Shakti and the Tuoba, he probably hadn't stepped out of the headquarters hall or paid attention to the forum.

If he walked out of this gate, he would surely see the white light that had risen and fallen in the city one after another, barely stopping for a moment. The myth is over, and at this last moment, more and more congregations are reluctant to engage in this uncontested war. It's not that they care much about that level of experience, it's that they don't want to fight for Qin Shi Mingyue anymore.

Even the mythical strongest combat force he created, Long Shenwei, has a large number of people joining the ranks of the downline.

And the source of this qiē is nothing more than a post from a forum in the name of a mythical veteran. The post did not pile up any flowery words, and the whole article exposed the dirty inside story of the myth over the years with a bland pen, and the spearhead was pointed at the culprit Qin Shi Mingyue.

There is no need for anyone with a heart to deliberately add fuel to the fire, this post was forwarded by thousands of people in a short period of time, and quickly occupied all major sections of the forum, until it spread throughout the forum.

Someone took the lead, more and more people joined the ranks of breaking the news, or true, or apocryphal, herd mentality, true or false, no one cares, as long as it is helpful to bring down the dragon god, expose the ugly face of the dragon god, and the posts of the essence of the scum are all true insiders that cannot be questioned.

Until this moment, perhaps only Qin Shi Mingyue himself didn't know what an outrageous Cheng Dù his reputation was.

Even the Hero Nation, which has always been with the Mythical Watchman, is said to have begun to use valuable undercover resources to try to get in touch with the Mythical Higher-Command.

With such a move at this time, what purpose can there be other than being humiliated in exchange for the survival of the guild?

Young master, everyone betrayed their relatives and left, what did you rely on to make a comeback?

Thinking of this, Huang Tian's heart suddenly rose with the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox, and he sighed: "Young master, it's over, if you still don't believe it, go out and have a look, but don't delay it too long, at the latest tomorrow morning, you must leave." ”

After speaking, Huang Tian went offline directly.

……

At the same time, a large bird with golden flames burst through the clouds, like a blazing sunset towards the Troll Castle.

The players at the head of the city looked at the man who stepped on the golden-winged Dapeng bird from afar, and the myth was terrifying.