Chapter 360: The Great War is Coming

Pickles were shocked, and hurriedly raised the plate axe in his hand to block.

"Bell!" With a bang, the blade slashed on the heavy plate axe, like a broken gong that was struck hard, and the body of the pickle stagnated, and the hand holding the axe trembled slightly, although the block was successful, the pickle did not look good.

The blow was not heavy, Lin Xiaoran frowned slightly, and at the same time, a frost sharp cone burst out from the blade of the sword with his wrist, and the pickles were first shocked, and then desperate, because with his reflexes, it was too late to withdraw his defensive posture at this time.

The frost cone directly penetrated the axe body and sank into the pickle's chest, and the blood soared, and the pickle was hit hard, and a large damage number flew up on the brain, and the qi and blood were almost completely empty.

Dipping in pickles, his face was as frightened as earth, and he hurriedly struck a flying axe as a cover, and his body quickly rolled backwards and directly into the moat.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaoran was still carrying the boots of the water god I lent her earlier in her arms at this time, and between the lightning and flint, Lin Xiaoran had already completed the costume change, and directly stepped on the waves and chased the sword into the river.

The pickles are in the water, which is inconvenient, but Lin Xiaoran is stepping on the water surface as if walking on the ground, and the gap between the two sides can be imagined. The pickles had just been drilled into the water, and before he could take out a red medicine and stuff it into his mouth, Lin Xiaoran had already quickly come to the top of his head, and the war trampled directly into the river that had already been stained red with blood, and for a while the red waves rolled, and the pickles let out a miserable scream and sank directly to the bottom of the river - hanging!

This is a long story, in fact, from the time Lin Xiaoran jumped down from the city wall to the time the pickles hung up, it was only five or six seconds, and my voice still echoed above the city wall, but the battle below was over.

I was depressed, glared at Lin Xiaoran under the city, and said, "How did you rob my target?" โ€

Lin Xiaoran snorted coldly and said disapprerovingly: "You yourself are so verbose, who is to blame?" โ€

The pickles can reach the top 16 of the Xinguang Cup line, and the strength is not strong, but in Lin Xiaoran's hands, he can't even hold it for ten seconds, although there is an element of luck in this, but the strength of the beautiful swordsman cannot be ignored.

The players around who witnessed the whole process of Lin Xiaoran's forcible killing of pickles were shocked and speechless, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

After a long time, the alliance leader of a small guild finally woke up from his extremely shocked expression, and muttered: "The first swordsman is really invincible when he is independent, and this battle cannot be fought at all. โ€

After speaking, he immediately withdrew from the battle with his guild members, and just took out the scroll of returning to the city in front of everyone and crushed it back to the city.

Their withdrawal also affected the morale of some of the other people present, and then, two or three more small guilds reluctantly charged for a while, and after they could not even get close to the city walls, they also decisively withdrew from the battle and returned to the city.

However, after all, there are only a few people with self-knowledge, and most guilds are still unwilling to give up hope and are still gritting their teeth and persevering. No way, the allure of the guild territory is too great, big enough to make everyone crazy, even if there is only 0.01% hope, some people are willing to fight for it until they hang up and drop the level.

I admire the guild leaders who can stay calm in the face of great temptation and know how to advance and retreat, but I have to say that if it were me, it would be difficult for me to give up like this.

The withdrawal of a small number of people did not prevent more people from launching wave after wave of attacks on our territory, and in less than an hour we repelled at least ten more attacks of the enemy in a row, and the corpses outside the city were all over the field, equipment and potions were spread all over the ground, and even the bottom of the moat was filled with all kinds of equipment and potions, so that the river had already overflowed the river bank and soaked to the root of the city wall.

"If this continues, they will fill the moat." Lin Xiaoran pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked at the large number of players who were about to move not far away.

The real battle hasn't started yet, and guilds such as the Battle Emperor Palace, Lingyan Pavilion, and Wolf's Lair are still maintaining a wait-and-see attitude, and if we lose the defensive barrier of the moat so quickly, our next battle will be even more difficult.

"Then take the initiative to kill them and don't give them a chance to get close to the moat." I said.

"It works." Lin Xiaoran, Pi Tangzhang, Yujian Xunxiang and other core management personnel of the guild expressed their support.

So I put the spear forward again, and struck the cow beetle!

After receiving the order, the knights, who had already cultivated their spirits, immediately lifted their spirits, and stood up from the ground one after another, drew a six-pointed star circle in front of them, and began to summon mounts.

The next moment, the city gate opened, and a large number of cavalry followed me and Lin Xiaoran out of the city.

The waning moon dragoon rode on top of the green wolf and stretched out his hand to point at the player opposite and laughed: "Boys, we are out again, you stand still and prepare to die." Hahaha! โ€

The players on the opposite side were furious and immediately organized a cavalry phalanx to charge us again.

I rode the Yellow Sheep mount and shouted to the more than 8,000 cavalry behind me: "Brothers, after we can keep the territory, we will be able to eat and drink spicy food, if the territory is lost, the guild will not be able to issue benefits in the future, everyone has no money to invite girlfriends to eat barbecue, if you want to live a good life, then work hard with me." โ€

This is also the morale-boosting words I copied from the previous foreman, of course, what our foreman said at that time was more explicit, he said that if he couldn't keep the construction site, he wouldn't be able to pay the salary, and his daughter-in-law wouldn't let him go to the kang when he went home. Our former foreman was a Northeast man.

After playing the game for so long, everyone knew that I was telling the truth, so they were all encouraged, screaming and urging their mounts to charge at the opposite player.

The Yellow Sheep was the fastest, and the next moment I was the first to collide fiercely with a knight of the guild leader level on the other side. Although the legion leader of the small guild already has good strength, he can't compete with me in terms of strength, and the steel needle porcupine mount he sat on was fiercely pushed by the horn blade of the yellow sheep, "Whew! He took three or four steps backwards in a row, and a vertigo icon floated up on his head, and he was decisively stunned.

I picked up my gun and fell, and a blazing fire directly destroyed more than half of his blood.

"Damn! Protect the Boss. Another knight beside the other party exclaimed, and rushed directly into the shield obliquely.

"Die!" I let out a loud shout and shook it back with a whirlwind slash, and then Rika stabbed out, instantly enveloping seven or eight nearby targets, including the two knights.

A series of damage figures floated up, and seven or eight knights directly turned into white light and hung up, leaving a huge gap in front of me.

Where will I be polite to them, and directly urge the yellow sheep to kill them from the vacancy left by those knights.

Behind him, Lin Xiaoran brandished the Sword of the Sky and followed the kill, and with a flip of his wrist, a 40-meter-long sword qi directly killed the enemy on a line in front of him, opening a way for us to live in the enemy crowd.

Edgeworth Xunxiang rode the White Tiger Mount of the Ice Plain and then felt that the green dragon slashed the opponent on his back, and Zhou Bing took advantage of the situation with a double axe, and the knights of the small and medium-sized guilds who rotated the double axe could not approach at all.

The main forces such as the Wanyue Dragoon, the Lonely World, Yunyun, and Murong Tianqing each showed their strongest attacks in front of the enemy formation, killing those players in small and medium-sized guilds crying and crying for their mothers.

We stabbed the enemy into the heart like a sharp knife, quickly opening up the situation for the thousands of brothers behind us, and no one in those small and medium-sized guild camps could not hold the edge. Even a master like Dipping Pickles was killed by Lin Xiaoran, how could ordinary players be our opponents.

After several rushes back and forth, those small and medium-sized guilds that were ambitious before immediately collapsed, leaving behind the corpses and wolf bรจi to escape.

In order to prevent being ambushed by the enemy hiding in the shadows, I immediately restrained my cavalry from pursuing and killing the scattered enemies, and gathered everyone back together in one place to cover each other and retreat into the city.

Don't be greedy for merit and know that you will accept it when you see it, this is the example that a qualified commander should have.

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Back and forth, the war of attrition between us and those small and medium-sized guilds has been fought for more than five hours unconsciously, killing fewer players in small and medium-sized guilds, but our losses are very small, after counting from the beginning of the battle to the present, the battle damage has not reached 15%, and the situation on the side of the dragon can not be found with us, which means that after such a long time, there are still no less than 80,000 people in the city responsible for defending the city.

Wang Xuan couldn't sit still on the other side of the Battle Emperor Palace, he finally realized that it seemed unrealistic to want to rely on the continuous attacks of those small and medium-sized guilds to consume our living power, the strength of the first-line players who pointed at the world was too strong, and it was difficult for those small and medium-sized guilds to make any achievements in front of us.

After recognizing the reality, Wang Xuan finally decided not to wait any longer, and immediately gathered the two major guilds of Tyrannosaurus and Lingyan Pavilion to launch a fierce attack on us.

The rumbling sound of iron trembled the earth, and the iron hooves of the cavalry smashed the perennial frost on the ice field, raising white smoke and dust, and hundreds of thousands of people from the three major guilds of the War Emperor Palace, the Baron, and the Lingyan Pavilion came all over the mountains.

I was in the heart of a fierce fight, and the real battle was finally about to begin.

As the sound of iron hooves gradually approached, we finally saw the true face of the cavalry camp of the three guilds in the smoke and dust. The Tyrannosaurus Guild is still dominated by the Rotten Armor Land Dragoon, the Lingyan Pavilion has basically been replaced with a higher-level steel needle porcupine mount, and most of the mounts equipped by the main knights of the Battle Emperor Hall are Black Tiger mounts with similar attributes to the green wolf mounts that we have equipped a lot.

However, these are not the most important, the important thing is that almost every knight of them carries a heavy bag on his shoulder.

An arrow struck one of the knights in the pocket of one of the knights' shoulders with an airy roar, and the tail of the arrow swayed and fell to the ground, spilling sand and gravel out of the hole in the pocket. The three guild knights are carrying sandbags on their shoulders!

"Are they planning to fight the flood?" Late Summer looked at the knights of the three major guilds and asked puzzledly.