Chapter 161: The Great War of 10,000 People

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It turned out to be the first milk god with more than a dozen high-level priests, under the protection of the national costume and the god of war and others.

And the first one was armed with a golden spear and a golden helmet, standing proudly and majestic, and it was the Knight of the Round Table - no more than half acquainted!

The earthy yellow sound wave just now is one of the knights of the round table's stunts - the spear is on the ground!

Large-scale, large-area group vertigo aoe!

Familiar with the first two steps, he said proudly: "Boss, I'm here to escort!" ā€

Jiang Yan couldn't care about him, and ran backwards with a shallow pull.

Familiar but half-turned around, and looked at the first milk god with some curiosity, "Am I too domineering?" ā€

Another round of feather arrows fell, and he screamed in pain when he was not half cooked, and the blood bar bottomed out, and he hurriedly ran back with a shout, and he could no longer care about playing prestige.

And with Jiang Yan and Tilt retreating, the players of the Iron Legion were once again sensational.

Countless cheers soared into the sky, and it was a morale boost!

The Storm Legion, on the other hand, fell into a deathly silence, with embarrassment on everyone's faces.

"I'm scared to death, if it weren't for these armor-piercing arrows, I would have thought we were invincible." He patted his chest and said.

There was no fear on her face, but an excited smile, and it was obvious that the rush into the enemy line just now made her heart flutter.

Even Jiang Yan felt that his blood was boiling, and the eldest husband should be like this!

"If it weren't for me and the milk god to arrive, the two bosses didn't have such good luck today." It's not half cooked, but it's also proud.

"This spear is indeed imposing." Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

His Ice Slash was a maximum of three Frozen Shots, and the spear, which was not more than half familiar, was stunned in a wide area, and there was no clear limit on the number of people.

The sound wave just now stunned more than 100 people!

"I didn't expect that there would be so many high-level archers in the Dark Empire who have practiced armor-piercing arrows, but I miscalculated." Jiang Yan's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice.

"It broke out on the forum today that the ordinary monster of a certain map has a probability of bursting the archer's armor-piercing arrow, as for which map it is, it is unknown." First milk Shinto.

Jiang Yan thought for a moment, and was a little puzzled, "Although there are monsters in Silver Moon City that explode armor-piercing arrows, it is impossible to shoot so many copies in one day, unless it is the Demon Spirit Forest of Stormwind City. ā€

"Maybe I paid a lot of money to buy it in Stormwind City, who knows." Tilt smiled lightly.

Jiang Yan nodded, this was the only reasonable explanation, but no matter how he thought about it, he always felt that the more than twenty wind shooters who had learned to pierce armor seemed to be specially used to deal with him.

As far as the eye can see, the NPCs of the legions on both sides have already fought together, and the first line of defense of the players on both sides has also quickly collided fiercely.

The tactics are exactly the same as before, and each class forms one or more lines of defense, spreading far away.

The Heavy Shield Warrior is in the front, Berserk and Swordsman are in the middle, and all ranged classes are in the rear.

At such times, many factors are often tested.

The player's grasp of the timing of the release of skills, such as the time for the Heavy Shield Warrior to release the shield strike, whether the priest's health can be added in time, and whether the fire output in the back row can be concentrated.

The equipment and operation of a single player, and the overall cooperation between teams, the more people there are, the more difficult it is to cooperate.

The sky was full of colorful spells, and feathered arrows were whistling and interspersed.

From time to time, white lights lit up on both sides, and even heavy shield warriors could not resist for a moment under this kind of firepower output.

The scale of this battle is countless times larger than the previous highland battle, and both players and NPCs are involved, and there are tens of thousands of people.

The excitement on his face and the eagerness to try it out are obviously very eager to get involved.

But Jiang Yan took her hand and stopped her.

He also wanted to devote himself to the battle of spilling his head and blood on the front line, but now was not the time.

The heavy shield warriors in the front row are still an obstacle, not to mention that the Dark Empire still has a whole army of wind shooters who have learned to pierce armor, which is a huge hidden threat.

Once it is set on fire, it is very likely to be killed instantly.

The key to this battle is the heavy shield warriors in the front row, and the mages, marksmen, and priests in the middle and back rows.

Golden swordsmen like Jiang Yan and the bloodthirsty battles like the First God of War can only be seen in vain.

A gap soon appears in the northeast, where two NPC legions are close to each other, and NPCs will not relent when they see a player with a hostile sign.

The first national service gave the order as soon as possible, and the first god of war quickly led a group of swordsmen and a furious battle to the northeast to replenish.

If all the heavy shield warriors in the front row fall, the Golden Swordsman and Bloodthirsty Battle will have to be quickly replenished and take an important position in the front row.

And once the front lines on both sides are completely dead, or one side collapses, it is naturally the rhythm of hand-to-hand combat.

Time passed bit by bit, and about an hour later, the heavy shield warriors of the Iron Legion began to show signs of exhaustion, and the number of personnel decreased dramatically.

And among them, the most powerful firepower is a woman in a pitch-black robe-Xiaofeng Wanyue.

The nether mage beckoned with lightning and thunder, the heavens and the earth changed color, and a whole piece of thunder fell, making a cracking sound.

Patches of terrifying damage rose one after another, and compared to the Red Flame Sea of the Fire Poison Mage, I don't know how many times stronger.

Under this rapid blood loss, a group of priests were in a hurry, and some didn't even have time to add blood before they found that the target of the cure had been bombarded with fire.

The Dark Tiger King and the others were overjoyed, and the gloom brought about by Jiang Yan and the previous round of killing by the shallow rush was swept away.

"Xiaofeng, good job!" The Dark Tiger King applauded and was excited.

Xiaofeng Wanyue glanced at him lightly, and no one retracted his gaze, which made the latter embarrassed, but it was rare that he did not have a seizure.

"Lemon, it's not okay to go on like this, this girl can't bear it anymore!" Tilt shallow and urgent.

Whether it was the thunder-based spell of the Dawn Wind and the waning moon, or the wind archer with the armor-piercing arrow, it had caused tremendous pressure on the side.

Even if Jiang Yan has the first law god and the end of the world, he has a feeling that he is faintly suppressed by the enemy in terms of output.

So he sent a message on the team channel: "Everyone, speed gather!" ā€

The 30 people quickly converged together, Jiang Yan swept over everyone's faces one by one, and said in a deep voice: "The front row can't stand it, everyone bless the blessing of the rampant and the goddess of the forest, follow me and tilt shallowly, rush!" ā€

A group of people were all happy, and Jiang Yanhe's performance before was almost imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Let's ask, who doesn't want to be a "hero" admired by thousands of people?

So the 30 "heroes" were divided into three columns, led by Jiang Yan, who was shallow and not more than half familiar, and rushed forward with great momentum!