Eat grapes without spitting out grape skins, and don't eat grapes but spit out peanut kernels. This sentence vividly describes the archangel in white now.

He lived for thousands of years in this life.

For thousands of years, he never imagined that there would be such a day. The Angel Clan is finished, the Angel City is finished, everything is finished.

The magic of the Terrans continued to attack the City of Angels, and the whole city trembled.

Seraphim frightened,

The four-winged angel was frightened,

The winged angel is scared to pee.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Seraphim panicked, and the six gods had no owner.

"Attack! Attack! Throw all the gunstones out! But! Be sure to stop them! "The heart of the Archangel in white is disturbed.

The angels don't dare to fly at low altitudes, there are endless magic attacks below, and if you go down, you will die. So all the angels threw stones in the sky and above the clouds.

The angels are tirelessly flying in and out, and one cannon stone after another is falling from the sky, which is like the end of the world, just like Pearl Harbor during World War II.

Countless cannon stones bombarded one after another, but the Terran players were completely unimpressed.

Nervous?

Nervous, I've been with Boss Li for so long, I've walked through the south and the north, I haven't seen any scenes, is it still nervous about such a little thing?

Don't even need Li Youqian to tell you, the players will do it themselves.

"Lao Li, there is a cannon stone above the head of your team, and the whole team is offline."

"Roger."

Five seconds later, a cannon stone slammed into the empty land, leaving a deep crater.

"Lao Zhang, the cannon stone has fallen, let's go online."

A small group of players appears around another gunstone. Chant the magic and keep attacking.

Players in China are familiar with the routines of bullying NPCs, and a shameless magic technique like this legendary one that only players can use, the Dafa of the upper and lower lines, is nothing at all.

If this is a stand-alone game, they can also use save and read Dafa.

Li Youqian's soldiers, what else can you expect from them?

The angels above are tired to death, and the players below don't care what they have to do.

"Brothers, work hard, the blood volume of the City of Angels has bottomed out!"

Billion

Eight billion,

Six billion,

Four billion,

Billion

Billion

one hundred million

Rumble! There was a loud bang.

The City of Angels was shot down.

The city fell apart and fell into huge pieces.

The white-clothed archangel burst into tears, and in the end, the capital of the angel clan fell in his hands.

Revenge! Revenge! He wants revenge!

"All the angels obeyed the order and took off. Our home is gone, but he won't die quietly.

The shatters of our cities will smash our wrath against the Terran armies. The Terran army will be lost to the fragments of the city, and we must take the opportunity to destroy them! Let the Terrans pay for their stupidity! ”

"Kill the Terrans!"

"Kill the Terrans!"

"Kill the Terrans!"

The angels are united in their hearts and do not die.

And above the ground, Li Youqian looked at the falling fragments in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Is this the end of the former clan? It's really pitiful, is this Ragnarok......

Li Youqian silently opened the announcement.

Player Announcement: "Attention all players, now all Hearthstone (Teleportation Stone) go home and get a good night's sleep."

Tomorrow at 12 noon, everyone, assemble in front of the Yas City Teleportation Array.

We, tomorrow, destroy the angels!

Tonight, freeze to death the bunch of fools. ”

"Roger, Hearthstone home." One of the fighters waved away.

"Understood, see Boss Li tomorrow morning." A mage grinned, Hearthstone.

"Let's go, let's go, let this group of angels freeze outside." Brother Sledgehammer ran faster than anyone else.

Napoleon smiled bitterly, and Li Youqian would pay attention to such details...... Forget it, in terms of the art of war, he was right, it's just that it's not necessary. Forget it, Hearthstone, go home.

The City of Angels has fallen, and the entire world has been reduced to ruins by massive debris.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the damned humans!"

"Don't leave a single mouth alive!"

Ignoring the raging fire in the ruins, the army of the Angel Clan launched a surprise attack in the face of danger!

however

Things were a little different from what they thought.

Terran, gone......

The angel people searched for more than an hour, but still found nothing.

That's millions of humans, and I haven't seen a single one! This is not scientific, how can it be that in an instant, millions of people have disappeared en masse!

Even teleportation magic can't take away millions of people!

Forbidden spells?

Miracles?

Or both......

The archangel was stunned, full of anger, with nowhere to vent, and the enemy was gone...... Gambling everything with a punch but empty, is there anything more sad in this world?

Yes, it's a contrast.

The sun had set, and the angels were helpless, without food or clothing. Once beautiful, now it looks like a lost dog.

Well, now it's the lost dog, and what was once home is now just a burning ruin.

It's cold, and the hearts of the angel people are even colder.

Grief is greater than heart death, do they have a future?

At the same time, the city of Yas, the Terrans, was decorated with lanterns and sang and danced.

Players are playing mahjong and eating hot pot, so happy.

"In this weather, just eat hot pot. Boss, do you say that their minotaurs eat fat cows? ”

……

"They don't just eat grass, do they?"

……

"Boss, you say ......"

"If you say another word, I'll find you a minotaur wife."

Everyone watched the tall and thin knight take a deflated look, and they leaned back and smiled together.

"Konstani, in my name, invites all the patriarchs of all races and their cronies, with those who are good at singing and dancing, to meet tomorrow at eleven o'clock at noon in Yas City.

Those who come are friends; If you don't come, you'll be an enemy. ”

The invitation was delivered overnight, and all the races that had dealings with the Terrans were received.

It's already the middle of the night, that is, a few hours later, we have to get together?

Is this an invitation? Invite him uncle, this is blackmail!

Naked blackmail!

But there's nothing you can do.

The invitation of the king of the human race, can you not go? Do you dare not go?

Even if you don't know what he's going to do, even if you're worried that he might be bad for you, you can't help it. The angel race is over, and now this human race is powerful. If you disobey the first order of the king of the human race, you may really be strangled as an enemy and make an example of the monkey.

At noon on the second day, more than 100 races, large and small, all the patriarchs with personal guards, and some clansmen who could sing and dance gathered in Yas City.

In front of them, not the ranks that greeted them, but the armies of millions.

Dense and unsightly...... The military strength of the human race is really strong and terrifying......

The orc army did not stand behind the other races, but with the Terran army. The implication is already obvious, the orcs have become one with the human race.

The beast race is the first race of the human race to fight head-on, and it is precisely because of the head-to-head confrontation that they know the strength of the other party. The orcs have watched the human race develop step by step, from obscurity to the current prosperity.

Li Youqian, the king of the human race, stood in front of everyone's eyes, waved his big hand, and led everyone into the teleportation array.

The patriarchs of all races did not know why, but when they saw the shattered city in front of them and the raging flames of war, the patriarchs finally understood.

This isn't killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, it's killing monkeys to scare chickens!

"Each chief, please follow a captain to the forefront. I don't need you to fight, I just need you to send the most beautiful singing voice to the former Upper Plane race, the Angel Race.

Sing the funeral song of the angel clan in your native language, "Angel Tomb".

The remaining soldiers of the angel clan are still resting in the city, and outside the city, there is a faint singing, which is the song "Angel's Grave" when the angel soldiers are relieved.

The angels could hear all kinds of voices, the voices of the human race, the orcs, and countless races converged to cover the entire battlefield.

"Your Majesty, this is ......"

"This is our enemy, hundreds of races united, is this all betrayed and wants our lives? Good, good, good ......"

The archangel said yes, but he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, in the end, in the end, all races have to come to crusade against the angel race...... The Angel Clan has always been wrong, listening to the singing in various languages outside, his fighting spirit completely collapsed.

The morale, which was already low, plummeted again, and the war was meaningless.

Time, luck, life, hey......