There was no ability to resist at all, and he was directly killed on the spot. www.biquge.info Although this is not all the command staff, it will definitely hit the morale of those island players.

On the battlefield, morale is an important factor in determining a battle. Wu Ming was shouting one by one, although there was nothing on the island country's side. But the overall mood is relatively low.

Kill the target, and don't continue to kill enemies outside. Instead, they hurried back to the city, although those who were protected did not receive the slightest harm. But the life of those meat shields outside has already fallen halfway.

So many people, a little bit of grinding. It can also grind this small team to death, and the crowd tactics are not talkative.

"They don't have much to live for, for the honor of the Empire."

An island player spotted this and rushed forward screaming. One by one, they reacted and launched a desperate attack.

All sorts of slowdowns, slowdowns, and other prop skills are constantly being thrown at the Mythical team. Not to mention that such a tactic is still useful, and the speed of the team is greatly reduced.

One by one, as if they saw the hope of victory, they shouted towards the mythical procession. launched a suicide attack, as long as it can wear off a little bit of life, it is satisfied.

Wu Ming on the high wall looked at all this, with a look of watching the show on the corner of his mouth. Myth is not just such strength.

"The path ahead of the mage group opens the way, and the healing support begins to release skills."

The big boss calmly ordered, and the team of myths also executed the order perfectly.

The first is the big boss's fire rain attack, followed by countless attacks. The players in the previous island countries were directly cleared up. In the crowd of people, that large open space is so conspicuous.

A white light shone in the air. Life is recovering at a rapid pace. A variety of support skills are also added to the body, and the already powerful myth is no longer something that players can fight against.

This time the wishes of those players in the island nation were satisfied. Don't run anymore. Instead, you have to use the cooldown of the skill. Escaping in vain is still too much of a loss in Wu Ming's opinion.

The gates were opened one after another, and this time the team was already 10,000 people. They are the members of the elite group that dominates the world, although they are not as good as myths, but they can still deal with the players of these island countries.

The two teams directly fought a bloody way, and the turn. The myth is the vanguard, and the elite group of 10,000 people is closely behind.

There is no direction, and if there is more of that place, you will kill that one. In the end, only those who watched from afar remained. Those who are charging towards this place have already returned to the resurrection point to report.

Laughing one by one, they walked towards the city gate. No player from an island country dares to come out and block this road.

But it only stopped for about ten minutes, and the war began again. This time it's bigger and more organized.

Countless outputs set fire to a world-sweeping output, countless attacks. directly killed that person in place, and there was no time to even heal. Seeing that this method worked, countless island players followed suit.

For the tactics of the island country, Wu Ming also has an extremely headache. A squad of several people, once the target is determined, it is countless squads that gather fire and kill in seconds. Determine that person, and you will surely die.

A slap on the chair, since there is no way. Then use my tactics, a head-to-head showdown.

The mage's large-scale concentrated fire output directly killed those island players at the gate of the city. A large open space, the city gates began to slowly open.

One team after another walked out, and people from both sides met directly. The swords struck each other, and there was basically no loss on Wu Ming's side, but there was a large number of deaths on the island country's side.

Since its birth, there has been no shortage of wars. The best of them who were brought over by Wu Ming now is also the time to expand their power.

At the sound of an order, the army was dispatched.

Defending the city, this word has been abandoned by Wu Ming. Hundreds of thousands of troops went straight out of the city to fight the players of those island countries.

A steady stream of teams rushed out of the city gates, and even quite a few melee classes jumped off the wall. At most, blood will be lost, and it will not be dead. As for those who are thin in blood, they can only figure it out by themselves.

Looking down from the sky, the ground is a colorful patch. There was no end in sight, and there was an extremely conspicuous place in that place. A blood-red, that is the battle of the battlefield.

Blood continued to flow out, and the corpses on the ground had no time to refresh. It has become a mountain of corpses, a veritable mountain of corpses and a sea of bones.

With more than enough heart and insufficient strength, Wu Ming can only sit on the head of the city wall and watch this high-stakes battle now. He couldn't go up at all because he was weak, but it didn't mean that Wu Ming could only sit on the wall.

Looking at the Death Scythe in his hand, Wu Ming said with a faint smile.

"Drink blood! Let me see the meaning of your existence, the meaning of death. ”

The scythe in his hand cut an arc in the air and landed far on the battlefield. The pitch-black knife body is slightly red anyway. Trembling, it seemed to be rejoicing, and it had waited so long for the important wait.

The blood on the ground began to converge in the direction of the Death Scythe, absorbing into the blade without a trace.

A pale gray magic array began to build on the ground, the corpses on the ground. He began to slowly climb up, and the flesh on his body had fallen off and turned into a skeleton soldier.

Thankfully, these skeletons still know both sides of the enemy, and only attack the players of the island nation.

Facing the people of the guild, Wu Ming showed a faint smile. But no one knew, but Wu Ming behind the smile was deeply worried. The connection with the Death Scythe began to grow weaker and weaker, and it was about to break out of Wu Ming's control.

"It's been so long, you're going to go back to the moment when your master was going to be! Until then, give a gift to those island nations! ”

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, a huge figure began to emerge slowly. Dressed in a black robe, all that was empty under the black robe was the shining pair of green flames.

Between the palms of the skeletons, a weapon began to slowly emerge, and the Death Scythe began to slowly appear.

There seemed to be a broken thread in my heart, and I smiled a little disappointed. An order was given to those who were still on the battlefield.

The whole army retreats, it must retreat, or it will die.

Although he was very confused, he still believed in Wu Ming very much. One by one, with doubts in their heads, they returned to the city.

Then it was time to step on the boat that came, Yang Fan, and leave.