Orcs have a proverb called 'rrzzm', which means that the animals of the end also have the power to fight, and in Chinese, rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry. Brando felt that this sentence was appropriate to describe his situation, but only in the first half of the sentence, because the difference was that he couldn't bite even if he wanted to. The Platinum Warrior still has some strength left, but Brando can't support it on his own.

As the saying goes, you can't live if you do your own evil, and he used to charge on the platinum warhorse, completely ignoring the game's conversion relationship between physique and extreme dexterity and strength endurance; To be honest, he is not to blame, because it is difficult for a low-level player in the game to get pets that outweigh him, so when the steed bursts out with 1320 energy levels of dexterity, the ultimate speed of one man and one horse exceeds twenty-five times the speed of sound in an instant-through the cone shockwave, and the overload and air resistance that Brando is subjected to for a moment is like a fly crashing into a piece of tempered glass at a speed of 10 kilometers per second.

Although Brando's five times the average perception allowed him to react to his realized mistake in a few tenths of a second, it was still a little late, and the platinum foal leaped nearly sixteen miles away, so that the terrifying speed formed an unnatural, magnificent bright silver band in the forest. But Brando also saw that his life brush splashed to the verge of the bottom line, blood seeped out of his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, his internal organs were completely damaged, and his life entered a weak state immediately after exceeding the warning line, Brando coughed up a mouthful of blood, the only thing he was glad that he hadn't hung up immediately.

This is also thanks to the fact that he has a physique that is nearly twenty times that of ordinary people, and his strong body regeneration ability and protection have not completely damaged his internal organs. If this injury had been left at the time when he had just crossed it, it would have been too dead to die again, but with the tenacity of self-protection ability obtained from his high physique, he believed that as long as he recuperated for a period of time after the war, he would have no problem.

Now, though, there are two problems.

The first is that he doesn't have time to recuperate.

The second is that the Earth Divine Envoy will not give him this time to recuperate.

The battle continues. Despite its huge size and clumsy turn, and its speed is among the lowest among level 60 creatures, the Earth Divine Envoy is 'one step as one step as a human is worth ten steps', and even so, it has a basic dexterity of nearly two hundred energy levels. It only takes eight or nine seconds to catch up with it for more than ten miles.

In his desperation, Brando could only find a way to let himself sit down on the platinum war horse to lure the other party away, even if he had to be prepared to abandon the card and enter the graveyard. He looked up at the position of the sun, which was very close to the preset location - although it seemed like he had been trekking for half a day when he came, it was because he had plenty of time and because he had to take care of Antitina and Roman, who were ordinary people, and it was impossible to compare with him and Ekmen running at full speed before. Despite the fact that they had only been chasing and fleeing for only a few minutes, and had turned back repeatedly, they had almost gone south fifty or sixty miles into the hilly area. The whole process, Brando is in a cold sweat when he thinks about it now.

Fifty or sixty miles of backtracking is equivalent to half of the strength of the Silver Elf Praetorian Guard, that is, it has reached the level of the golden midstream. Twenty warriors of golden mid-range strength are completely enough to fight against a level 60 B. So all he had to do now was to delay as much time as possible. When the battle was over, the Narmenes would rush to their aid at full speed, and it would take them about ten minutes to reach this place in a straight line at their speed.

In other words, he will hold out for at least thirty minutes.

It took Brando a second or two to roughly examine his plan, and found no obvious loopholes, before he rolled over and dismounted, patting the other man's long metal cheek - the mechanical creature seemed to be the creation of the gods, incredibly precise and strong, as if it were never tired, and had withstood several attacks from the Earth God unscathed. He was the best implementer of his plan.

But if he loses his horse, he also loses the ability to continue to escape, which is tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst. This is different from judging in the past games, where Brando is about to gamble with his life, and his heart beats uncontrollably.

But even so, he gave the order decisively: "BW Silver" shouted the name he had given to the horse pet temporarily, and he pointed to the way - as for the details of the order, the summoned creature could be made up in his head anyway. The Platinum Warpony was not a natural creature and naturally had no fear, and it looked up at Brando with ruby eyes - just to confirm the order. Then he turned around, turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

Brando then pressed his chest and let out a soft breath through the pain.

He pulled out the card of the platinum warpony and listened in the direction of the forest. In a few moments, the roar of the earth god Ekmen came from the same direction, startling a crowd of birds.

……

As long as you're not really in the middle of a madness, there will always be times when you feel cold on your hands and feet.

Like a red-eyed gambler, Yukhkir filled his men into the battle in the ruins of the Great Temple of Balogan, but it seemed like a bottomless pit. Although at the beginning, it seemed to be blessed with a part of its own people to besiege the opponent's rear, the battle situation once improved, the other party lost long-range cover, and its own lizardmen crossbowmen were gradually gathering, under the advantages of the other, the silver elves quickly gave up the first line of positions, and the battle gradually penetrated into the battle for every street and alley inside the Great Holy Temple.

But the good news ends there.

The Silver Elf launched a counter-charge, then retracted. They had lost a comrade, but to Yukhkill's horror, the moment the silver elf's body fell, it turned into white light and rose into the sky, heading straight for a certain direction to the south. It was all too familiar in that direction - the burial ground of the king of the silver elves.

The lizardman commander first suspected the origin of the silver elves, but after a while, it realized that it had no chance.

A large group of lizardmen sent to the rear of the battlefield have not been heard from so far, but what they are waiting for is a tall banner erected in the direction of the festival hall. As a result, their morale plummeted, and the originally smooth offensive was lost, and the silver elves took the opportunity to counterattack and recaptured another outer wall. Yukhkir was so angry that he vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do, at least it had already launched an attack surface, and the advantage of being large in numbers and strength was gradually beginning to be brought into play.

But just as it was about to expand its gains further, it looked back and was surprised to find that it no longer had any reserves. It's like a crazy gambler who turns around and grabs his chips, only to find that he has nothing left, and all the chips that were still his hands are now on the table, but the scales of war have begun to tilt.

The twenty silver elves were still as steady as a great wall of steel, standing still in the dark green tide.

Yukhkir felt cold in his hands and feet for a moment.

But compared to other people whose brains have not yet fully evolved, Yukhkir is one of the more clever ones. It thought about it for a moment, and immediately figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing - mainly the consequences, of course. So he immediately called his deputy and ordered: "Let the lieutenants on the front line press up further, and let the battle line move forward." ”

"Boss, are we going to launch a general attack?" The green-skinned, sharp-billed monkey-cheeked deputy asked.

"Nope." Yukhkir shook his head: "We are ready to retreat, it's just us. ”

"But those brothers ......"

"Leave them alone, we can't do much now," the lizardman bandit leader shook his head helplessly, his thin three fingers grasping the glittering necklace in reply, "as long as we have this thing, we can re-enter this area with the help of the tree herders." I think I've figured out where those silver elves came from, and I'll be ready next time. ”

"But we're just leaving, without informing Conrad?" The deputy asked.

Yukhkir hesitated a little, but immediately shook his head: "Don't worry, that guy is an envoy (*), even without us, it is enough to protect ourselves." It added viciously in its heart: It's okay if there is a problem. However, Conrad was really going to die in the area it was responsible for, and it had to walk around without food, so it couldn't help but be a little entangled for a while.

(*Within the shepherds, the members of the shepherds who cooperate with and command the actions of the divine envoys are called 'envoys', and the members who carry the blood of the gods are called nurturers or realizers.) ）

Thinking of this, the lizardman couldn't help but raise his head to look at the battle situation, although on the surface the lizardman was still on the offensive, and the casualties were kept below two percent. But the Silver Elves showed no signs of being unable to hold on, on the contrary, they were continuing to inflict casualties on the lizardmen, the bandits had little discipline to speak of, and Yukhkir believed that if the casualties exceeded thirty percent or the battle lasted more than twenty minutes, the bastards would quickly rout.

When the time comes, if it wants to escape, it has to look at the other party's mood.

Yukhkill's sophisticated gaze had been built up over the course of Cruz's long struggle against the Empire. In its homeland, the lizardmen have been slaves of the Cruz for centuries, and Yukhkir is one of them—only he acts more like a bandit. But it is the robbers who will be more confident in their instincts about danger.

……

In fact, the battle lasted only thirty-two minutes.

When Namenes sensed that some strange emotion had arisen from the rear of the lizardmen's army and began to shake the front's determination to attack, the Silver Elf commander with hundreds of years of command experience decisively seized the opportunity. He blew the dragonhorn trombone again, and the elven warriors summoned the last of their strength to charge again, the lizardmen's feeble crossbow arrows bounced off their armor, and twenty warriors rose side by side like a moving barricade.

The lizardmen collapsed.

The dark green tide began to retreat, and then the first level of command collapsed, but when they finally found that Yukhkir was gone, the retreat turned into a real rout. Namenes had only let his men chase for hundreds of meters, but the lizardmen screamed and trampled each other and turned around and scurried in the direction of the forest.

Looking from the direction of the ruins, it looks like green cockroaches scattered all over the place, except for the corpses, and quickly escapes, which makes people stunned. If Brando were here, he would have made a joke to these elven warriors:

The enemy is moving in too fast, and our army is beyond the reach of the dust.

……

(P. The first update, ask for a monthly pass subscription recommendation.) To be honest, I despise April Fool's Day.)