The towering city walls are covered with thick snow, almost completely hidden between the silver sky and earth on the top of the mountain, and through the two huge rusted iron gates in the center of the towering city wall, there is a majestic rock castle in the wide square, and the spires are like daggers piercing the sky, and the ice ridges that are several meters or even ten meters long hang sharply from the edge of any protruding eaves or windowsills of the castle, like the tangled beard of a dwarf, and like the hideous fangs of a beast.

Pushing open the half-covered iron gate, the courtyard of the castle suddenly opened, because the towering city wall blocked the wind, so the castle interior also seemed extraordinarily quiet, from the air with the wind whistling through the heavy snow, as if entering the forbidden area, fell weakly.

The snow in the courtyard was so thick that it was almost enough to submerge the waist of an adult man, so no one knew what was buried under the thick snow, not far from the castle gate, in the center of the castle square was a circular pool made of large rocks, a strangely shaped sculpture stood in the middle of the pool, which had been covered with snow and could not see its original appearance, and around the pool, there were several benches covered with snow, which should be used by people to enjoy the scenery and rest by the pool when the weather was good.

The water in the pool had long since been frozen into hard ice, and the strange thing was that the ice surface, which was supposed to be as smooth as a mirror, was now slightly raised in an arc, although it was covered with snow, and it was impossible to see what was hidden inside, but theoretically there should be something inside that was frozen in ice.

The gecko-like wanderer who gasped over the lintel of the castle gate shrank in the shadow of the lintel. If you don't look closely, you might think it's just the shadow of a lintel, and he's obviously using some kind of spell scroll or alchemy item. So although the clothes are thin, there is no sign of chills, but every once in a while. The white mist that would erupt from his mouth and nose could not be hidden.

He also discovered this problem, so when he breathed, he carefully used his body to cover the spray of fog, in such an environment, it was almost impossible to find without staring.

After they hid as the Sycamore hid and the wanderer lurked, it took about a few minutes. There was a cacophony of sounds outside the castle walls, even the crunch of weapons clashing, the roar and tremor of spell blasting, and then the chaotic roars, curses, roars, and screams.

Judging by the sound, it is estimated that at least a few hundred people started a battle outside the walls, and it is estimated that three-quarters of them were blocked on the path up the mountain, while a third were entangled outside the walls.

Since hiding in the snowdrift for a while. Sycamore's body has been covered with a thick layer of snow, although the concealment is very good, but it also makes Sycamore even more afraid to move, for fear that the snow layer on his body will fall and expose the traces, the guy under the eaves has a pair of thief eyes shiny and shiny. Sweeping around like a monitor, apparently afraid that there would be wanderers sneaking in and lurking like him.

Just when Wutong was a little impatient and waiting, and he was afraid that his partners would be too depressed, he began to think about whether to kill the guy under the eaves first, and then set some traps in front of the gate and enter the castle directly, when there was a loud "bang", a tall figure smashed open the half-hidden big iron door and flew in, spurting a long and thick blood arrow in the air, and it seemed that it was not alive.

The hot blood splashed the white and flat snow with spots, as delicate and beautiful as the snow plum in the cold winter, and the hapless big man in the air plunged headlong into the snow, and slid for a while, plowing a snow trough in the snow and then stuck in the snow nest and did not move.

Immediately after, the crowd outside the big iron gate rushed in, chaotic fighting, flying spells and cold sword light, stirring up the quiet castle courtyard into chaos, completely destroying the original quiet with three points of strange beauty.

The chief team that arrived first obviously failed to withstand the onslaught of the latecomers, more than a hundred people were killed by the other side, and the rest had to temporarily run in all directions, temporarily avoiding the pursuit of the other party, one of the guys jumped over the head of the sycamore, almost not stepping on the sycamore squatting in the snow nest.

The winning side did not go after it, after all, their purpose was to rush into the castle, not to drive the opponent away, and the killing had just begun, as long as they got some lead, there was still a fight to follow.

Temporarily gaining the upper hand, a group of men quickly blocked the entrance to the city walls, and sent a few members straight to the castle gates, where they stood guard, and some of the wanderers began to set traps all over the courtyard, apparently intending to keep everyone else out of the castle.

When it comes to playing traps, the wanderer profession is obviously a master, but after experiencing the trap battle with the zodiac in Fairhaven City, Wutong can be regarded as a master of spell traps, and those "sightseeing ruins" in Fairhaven City are still preserved.

So after looking at it for a while, Wutong glanced at it with some disdain, although the speed at which the wanderers set up the traps is fast, the trap parts made in advance, as long as they are simply combined, they can be arranged at will, much faster than the mages who arrange spell traps, but when it comes to power, effect, secrecy and the degree of secrecy, the physical traps of the wanderers, that is, the magic traps of the mages can't catch up with the mages.

Disdain is disdainful, but the problem is that these guys are very fast in setting traps, and they are about to be arranged next to the sycamore, and the sycamore is a little dumbfounded, what can I do? Now jumping out is really looking for death, no matter how arrogant he is, he won't think that he can resist the attacks of so many people, not to mention that he is alone now, and he doesn't even have anyone to help him carry it, how can he fight with the other party?

The guy hiding under the eaves was calm, obviously there were already several players standing below him, he actually couldn't help but didn't move, and the sycamore began to be a little anxious.

Seeing that a guy who had set a trap was about to arch him with his pouting ass backwards, Wutong couldn't care about exposing it in a hurry. With the help of his body, he quickly took it out and threw it behind him.

The location where the sycamore is hiding is right on the side of the castle gate, which is relatively remote from the angle, and you say that you should set a trap on the way to the castle. Why do you have to run over here to set traps, that guy is also very vigilant, while laying traps. While still perceiving the full opening of the four looks, it is obvious that he is guarding against the people of the other chief team who have just escaped in all directions.

But he couldn't have imagined that there would be a mage lurking at his feet, and after setting a trap, he turned around and planned to take a few steps back before arranging the next one, but as soon as he turned around, he stepped on the air!

The sycamore, which had been staring at him, saw the body topple. The boss who fell into it and opened his mouth, as if he was planning to exclaim, and he didn't care that the arcane energy fluctuations when casting the spell would arouse the vigilance of the other party, and one smashed it over, sealing his exclamation in his mouth.

But after all, this guy is also the elite of the super play team, and with a straight waist, he actually suspended the fall of his body. His arm had already reached the edge of the trap, and Sycamore knew that as long as he put his hand on the edge of the trap, he would be able to roll over and jump up the next moment!

Hit him with a staff? Kick him with your feet? Or unleash a spell to blast him down?

In an instant, several thoughts flashed through Wutong's mind, but they were all rejected by him instantly. The action is too big to attract more than just a wanderer, so, in a hurry, Wutong doesn't know what to think, and reflexively "Ahh "A mouthful of saliva spit on this dude's face!

Maybe this guy has imagined all kinds of situations, and is even ready to deal with them, but he didn't expect that someone would spit on him!! A shiny pile of saliva stuck right on one of his eyes, and Sycamore saw the dude's dull instinct wipe it with his hand, and then fell into the trap like a stone.

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief and found that he was actually shocked into a cold sweat! At the same time, I feel so ashamed to spit on others, so I don't think it's a good kid to spit casually...

The arcane energy fluctuation of the 0-order spell is very weak, and at this moment, the gate is playing there, and all kinds of powerful spells are kept being released like fireworks, and no one has noticed what is happening in this corner where Wutong is hiding.

Wutong gasped and continued to lie in the snow nest to watch the play, in order to prevent this situation from happening again, he quickly spread it on the snow not far in front of him, when it is not opened, this thing is just a blanket-like thing, the only thing to pay attention to is that every once in a while you have to turn on some air to go in, otherwise the partners inside will be suffocated with the unlucky ghost who was spitting.

Afraid that someone would pout his ass and arch over again, Wutong released one on himself, quietly grabbed a few handfuls of snow in the snow that was trampled by the saliva brother and sprinkled it on it, just squatting in the snow pit, making up his mind that even if someone stepped on him, he would not move, it was too thrilling.

The fierce battle outside the city wall has become more and more intense, the chief team that seized the gate gradually couldn't resist the attacks of the players outside and kept retreating, and gradually gave way to the iron gate defense line of the city wall, it should be that the teams at the foot of the mountain have rushed up, it is estimated that with the participation in this chief war, and the team that persevered to the end arrived here, the battle situation will be even more tragic.

A team of only two dozen people rushed in with extra ferocity, and the ten troll warriors ignored the blood splashed on their bodies, howling and forcing their charge in, while the priests and wizards in their team kept throwing various buffs on them.

This kind of desperate charge,Only the players of the troll clan can come out,They are not afraid of being injured at all,Although the attack can only rely on brute force,But the characteristics of not being able to fight are a headache for the vast majority of players,And the other dozen players behind them,It showed an extremely terrifying damage output ability,Especially one of the warlock players in silver robes,A large eagle with silver feathers hovering above his head,Constantly sprinkled silver light shrouded in him at the same time, It also unleashes a series of silver bolts of light to attack nearby enemies.

Seeing this team, Wutong was immediately happy, it was Paladin of the "Eternal Kingdom" team that was separated from them when they teleported, because he himself also had the identity of the head of the plastic energy department, so one team led another team alone, and he had missed their collective activities before. This time, we finally got together.

However, Sycamore wouldn't run out to greet him right now, because a large group of players from the Chief Sentai team had already rushed in frantically right behind them. After a slash, everyone fought against each other in the courtyard.

"The losses are heavy, huh?"

Wutong secretly looked at the nearly two thousand people he had seen at the foot of the mountain before. There are only about 1,500 people who can come up, that is to say, in this short half a day, in order to compete for the climbing order, a quarter of the manpower has been lost, and it is estimated that nearly 2,000 players will arrive in the future, but this time the battle for the chief has basically nothing to do with them.

More than 30,000 chief war participants. When I got here, there was only more than a tenth of it left.,This hasn't seen the final boss yet.,Although the people who can survive are elites.,But more than 30,000 people were reincarnated.,It's a serious loss for the major forces.,I don't know how many of these people who disappeared had time to use it and fled back.。

Paladin and the others fought and advanced. Approaching the castle gates, the ten troll warriors who were already completely naked squeezed the team holding the gate through the gate, but they themselves failed to capture the gate, because whoever approached the gate would be set on fire by the players around them. No one wants to let people get in first.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, attracting everyone's attention, as if some mage was shouting, "Let's make a fuss here?" How long has it been since the 'Minewalkers' have been in? ”

Everyone who was reminded was stunned, and they all reacted, although it is very dangerous to walk in the first place, but so far no monsters have been found, which is too smooth, so that the super play team began to worry that the first "thunder soldiers" directly won the final victory, and they began to be uneasy.

"Let's go in first, let's do our best! It's all blocked here, huh? I don't know if the final boss can be beaten, maybe I'll join forces in the end! Don't forget that the chief war has the first twelve positions to grab, and with just one team, do you think you can resist the final boss? ”

Who doesn't understand the truth, are the super players in these teams you present fake? The problem is that you can't trust people.

Having said that, but the various teams shrunk, temporarily stopped fighting, and while resting for a while, they also began to collect the spoils of war in their own area, and the one that Wutong looked at was called a sweat, these guys were too ruthless, whether it was their own people or the corpses of the enemy, they were all picked up by them, and there were only small panties left.

No one asks the other party for their own equipment, because they all know that if they want to get their equipment back, what they have to pay is definitely greater than the value of the equipment itself, even if it is an exchange, and if people agree to exchange, doesn't it mean that there are things in their equipment that they value very much?

So everyone just silently gathered the corpses, and paid attention to whose hands the important equipment in their team fell on, as for what they paid attention to... Do you need to ask?

After a brief silence, the Super Players reached a consensus in silence, and each of them formed their own teams and began to enter the castle.

In order of priority to enter the castle by the distance close to the castle, the first team enters, the second team enters, and the third team enters... Soon, most of the super play teams entered the castle, and there were only a dozen or so small teams left outside, although the small number does not mean that the strength is poor, but it is indeed weak in terms of power, and it is understandable to be ranked behind, after all, even if they are allowed to go in first, they don't have the courage to walk in front of a group of fierce competition, chrysanthemums will be tight, right?

Although Paladin's team was relatively close to the gate of the castle, it did not move first, but always stayed until the end, while the other team, which numbered about 100 people, did not take the lead, but looked at Paladin and them on the side of the gate, obviously guarding against each other.

It wasn't until the people around them were empty, and only two of them were left, that the other team finally moved, and slowly entered the castle while squinting at Paladin and them.

What makes Wutong strange is that the guy who fell under the eaves has never moved, what kind of trouble is he going to make? Could it be that his team had been wiped out in the previous battle?

After the other party all entered the castle, Paladin and they finally moved, Sycamore raised his head, ready to greet them for a lifetime, let them act with him, the guy under the eaves finally moved, after the ten troll warriors led by Paladin and others entered the castle, Paladin, who was walking in the middle, focused on the castle, and the guy hanging upside down under the eaves suddenly burst down, and a sharp battle dagger, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, stabbed Paladin's neck fiercely!

"Be careful!" While screaming and jumping up, Wutong threw it far away, grabbed the guy in the air, and then smashed into the snow with a croak like a toad, and threw a large-shaped human-shaped snow pit on the snow!