The next day's sunshine was always so beautiful, but one piece of news broke the silence of the early morning. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info shook the hearts of countless people, and the eight cities in the south were directly attacked by the orcs.

Whether it's a player or an NPC in the city. All of them have been killed, and the entire city has been dyed red. Slaughter the city, or eight. For the first time, it shook everyone's hearts, and the emperor of Huaxia District directly ordered.

Officially start a war with the orcs, and all players can get combat exploits on the battlefield. Exchange everything, up to Mythic-level items.

Countless players rushed to the battlefield, and the first race direct battle had begun.

Wu Ming also led the guild's people to the battlefield. No matter what it is for, at least now that he is still a human being, how can he not go.

The battle in Huaxia District stunned countless people. But what happened next was to make the myths fall into the whirlpool of war. Countless nations, countless races. At this moment it is all about going to war with the human side.

The flames of war burned all over the myth, and it was also the first great war facing mankind.

It was a battle in which the number of battles reached billions, and both the lake and the mountains were razed to the ground at this moment. The vast barren plains were barren and barren, and the blood-colored soil everywhere was so shocking.

White bones covered the earth, broken swords, and remnants, telling the cruelty of this war. But there was no way back, and the road ahead had been blocked. You can only get out if you hold the weapon in your hand and fight your way out.

Wu Ming's strength in this race battle. It's just a big ant, and it can die anytime and anywhere. But if you don't experience the great terror between life and death, how can you go any further.

Men always have to be themselves, and the cigarette in their hands slowly goes out.

The ground was already dyed red, and the blood-red walls were pitted. This is Wu Ming's current battlefield, and on this huge battlefield, it is so inconspicuous. But the brutal fighting did not diminish a single bit.

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, and the sound of fighting resounded through the sky. There is no right or wrong, no war between good and evil. Victory is life, and defeat is only a dead end.

With the people of the guild, Wu Ming also fought hard to kill the enemy in front. The battlefield of countless people is so cruel, with rivers of blood and corpses all over the field, which is a perfect portrayal. Countless wails, countless people waving their weapons in their hands.

Anything was thrown away, and all that was left was constant killing. Someone fell, but the road was paved, and countless people rushed up behind him. There are fewer and fewer people around, and before they know it, Wu Ming has rushed to the other party's group alone.

All kinds of orcs surrounded Wu Ming, all of them almost like people. It's just that it's more burly, and it's also a part of many more animals. They are the great race of mythology, the orcs.

The lowest level is a level 65 orc, and Wu Ming's side is fighting very hard. Even if it was a complete formation and an orc battle, it would be a heavy loss.

And most of Wu Ming's opponents are pig people. The existence of the lowest price of the orc race, the ability to reproduce is very strong. That is, the existence of cannon fodder, and every time the orc clan fights the orcs, it is led by pigmen.

On the one hand, it is not distressing to die, and on the other hand, there are so many pig people. For the orcs, who have never had much to eat, these pigmen are a big burden that must be dealt with.

War is the best solution, a lot of food and goods, and it can also reduce the number of pig people. For the orcs, this is the best way, which has led to a war with humans.

One by one, they are fat heads and big ears, as if they are the same as Zhu Bajie in myths and legends, and they are uglier than Zhu Bajie. The mouth full of yellow buckteeth, and the disgusting smell.

Wu Ming felt like he was going crazy in front of him, if it weren't for the smell of blood in the air. It was simply unimaginable horror, the legendary killing of people with scent.

Each of Wu Ming's attacks was wide-ranging, clearing a large area of open space. It is to prevent these pigmen from rushing towards him, but the endless pigmen are a great horror.

Wu Ming would rather die than be smoked to death by these pig people, so.

"Seventh regiment, ninth regiment, blast out a way with my position."

Wu Ming is not alone, but there is a guild behind him. An order went down, and countless attacks flew towards it. A large area was cleared, and a large number of pig people were directly bombarded to the slag.

Wu Ming also relied on this opportunity to run away. Although his body had been dyed red, he still couldn't hide the unpleasant smell. Wu Ming knows that basically pig people don't take a bath from birth to death.

Their existence is proof of one thing, and it is a miracle to be alive!

All kinds of perfumes, all kinds of things to clean up. When the smell on his body finally disappeared, Wu Ming felt a little better. Although I am a man, no one wants to have a bad smell on my body all the time!

Hiding in the rear, Wu Ming is commanding the skeleton soldiers to block these pigmen. In order to reduce some casualties, on the other hand, Wu Ming was asking a group of people to go out and buy masks and other things.

This is not a joke, and there are not a few who have been fainted. The lessons of countless blood have taught us that it is a very good choice to wear a mask anytime and anywhere.

Although the battlefield was filled with a foul smell, and the smell of blood that could not be dispersed. But one by one can only forget everything, and the next moment is death. While life may not be pleasant, no one wants to die, does it?

The army of the undead is at home on such a large battlefield, and countless sleeping corpses have been summoned. Zombie skeletons, all kinds of undead creatures already occupy a small part of the battlefield.

These summons are just a cannon fodder, and the cannon fodder team cannon fodder is just right. Behind is the crazy output of countless people who dominate the world, blood splattering everywhere, staining those white skeleton soldiers red.

Time began to pass before the sun was about to set. A loud horn sounded across the battlefield, and the orc army began to slowly retreat. The day's battle is over.

One by one, the tired people fell asleep on the top of the city wall, and the weapons in their hands never left their sides. The next moment it is possible to go up all at once, and as long as it has not fallen, the weapon in hand will not stop killing. (To be continued.) )