How many can you kill......

This sentence is like a helpless declaration, with a kind of consciousness that fights to the last minute and second, and it is also a kind of indifference that is difficult to imitate.

So he raised his sword and slashed, his visor closed, and only his cold eyes stared at the approaching waves......

Kill!

……

The real time is frozen in silence, at 11:32 a.m.

While the sun is shining in most of the game world, Olin Heights is dark.

The bones piled up in front of the camp gate, piled up into a ten-meter-high skeleton pile.

Like a mountain.

A figure waved the great sword in his hand, and the undead continued to crawl beside him, turning into a few dry bones under his feet, which were trampled down by his firm and powerful feet, adding a little height and width to the mountain of bones.

The white bones were already on par with the high platform in the camp, and the undead that this swordsman had slain had already counted.

But the Sea of Skulls is endless, and the spirits of death are everywhere.

Always slashing violently, the sight in front of me is filled with white, as if falling into white vertigo. A slight gap can already be seen in the seam on one side of the big sword, even if it has been forged in red gold, it still can't resist the powerful force swaying over and over again.

Finally, when the undead in front of him was cut off by the three swords, the big sword was raised by inertia, but he found that there was no half of the white bone figure in front of him.

As soon as the tight string loosened, the great sword was plunged straight into the gap between the bones.

The swordsman sat there in prostration, his hands behind his back, gasping violently, his mind blank.

It took him a moment before he regained his strength.

Looking straight ahead, the rolling black curtain has not dispersed, and there is a suffocating smell in the air.

Turning his head to look around, there was not much left of the camp, almost only a circle of two hundred diameters around the camp gate. Everywhere there were figures supporting each other, but the shouts of those who were fighting ahead could not be heard......

Fortunately, the undead were about to be killed, and when they looked around, the ground was full of corpses, and the corpses were covered with a layer of white bones.

No one retreated, only men roared.

Even if these robbers were killed in battle, they could proudly say that these undead were trampling on their corpses and attacking their companions behind them.

Many people may be touched by this scene, but the opportunity to do this kind of large-scale plot is not something that everyone is lucky enough to encounter.

For example, in this plot, first of all, Mu Qian learned about the existence of a special group of monsters in Olin Heights before, and he had innate convenience. Then I accidentally found the stele when I was passing through the herd of Huang Mang, and then, it was a series of attempts, and finally inadvertently triggered the plot.

Think about the scene of the Orin Heights before, the blue sky and white clouds and the lazy sunlight have become smoky and dark at this time......

Bite! System tip: Players should pay attention to the combination of work and rest, and arrange the game time reasonably.

The physical and mental strength is a little overdrawn, and the system sends a kind reminder.

Mu Qian couldn't help but smile bitterly, is he old?

It's just a few fucking hours of fighting, and I'm feeling tired.

Maybe it's something to do with the fact that the monster is too monotonous, and there is no healing class, which requires him to be highly focused every minute to dodge attacks and sweep away enemies.

Blood medicine was the only supply, and Mu Qian was so focused on the battle that he didn't notice that there were only two bottles of blood medicine left in his backpack.

Several teammates are scattered around, and Barbat is running around to support, with a dwindling army of bandits, fending off the never-ending undead onslaught.

Glancing at this last position, he shook his head slightly, if the undead tide lasted for another hour, I am afraid that it would really not be able to hold on.

Raising his hands in front of his eyes, his ten fingers trembled a little, and he untied the plate armor gauntlet, and found that the joints of his right hand were a little bruised.

Habitually, he took out a piece of hard bread in his backpack and took a bite to begin to recover his health. This kind of system setup is really inconvenient, let him sit on the White Bone Mountain and eat, ordinary people who can eat!

A small hand behind his back handed over a jug of wine. A soft voice whispered in his ear, "They have run out of spirits, only elven fruit wine." ”

"That's not bad either." As soon as Mu Qian spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his right hand to grab the wine bottle, but found that he had been holding the sword for too long, and his fingers were stiff and unable to bend.

"I'll come," Xiao Linglong gathered the hem of her skirt, knelt on the mountain of bones, and gently brought the wine jug to the mouth of the great sword swordsman.

The wind blew through her long hair, and the dim light could not enchant the whiteness of her charming face, and those big lovely eyes were focused on his lips. When he opened his mouth, the sweet fruit brewed into his lips, and he suddenly felt something sweet, into his dry and frozen wasteland......

This moment seems to have lasted for a long time, and it seems to be frozen here.

They didn't seem to hear anything around them, except for the gurgling sound of the wine flowing through their throats. I didn't hear the system prompting that the mission was completed, I didn't notice the experience slot that was about to be filled, and I didn't pay attention to the earth-shattering cheers coming from the final position.

"Ahem! Although it is a little inappropriate to disturb you at this time. ”

Mu Zifeng really wanted to slap himself in the mouth, but the plot didn't allow it. Shi Shiran stood on the high platform and looked at the men and women who were very close to each other on the pile of bones.

Xiao Linglong was disturbed by the sound, and also noticed that the two were too close, her face was full of redness, and she hurriedly stood up, and sprinkled fruit wine on Mu Qian's face.

Boss Mu wiped his face, as if he had regained all his strength, and stood up from the bone mountain. Drawing his big sword, he looked at the black smoke billowing in the distance, and he faintly saw figures slowly standing upright.

"Barbat is waiting for you over there."

Mu Zifeng secretly lamented in his heart, just now the boss swept his eyes, and it was obviously full of a series of threats such as 'dare to disturb', 'I'm very unhappy', 'waiting to wear small shoes'......

Jumping heroically, he landed directly in front of Babat, and several teammates gathered from all over the place.

Except for Mu Zifeng's usual complexion, everyone, including Mu Qian, was tired. The reason why Mu Zifeng is less stressed is because he has always been tasked with protecting Babat, and he is constantly moving to support as Babat.

"Tired or not?" Barbat asked in a low voice, and his gaze, which had regained his composure, fell on Mu Qian.

Boss Mu profoundly carried forward the spirit of happiness in suffering, "Think of Lei Feng Dong Cunrui!" ”

Several people couldn't help but be amused, and Barbat blinked: "Who is Lei Feng Dong Cunrui?" ”

"People's hero." Mu Qian calmly opened the topic, "It seems that it is still a little early to celebrate, and I feel that the undead will continue to attack." ”

"You're right, the power in the canopy of the dead is still condensing, and the power of the Devourer makes me tremble." Babat's face darkened at the mention of the Devourer, and he continued, "It's going to be undefensible here, and I've figured out a way to fight the undead. ”

The hunting world was very playful and hurriedly asked: "What way?" ”

"Go to the roots over there." Babat pointed in the direction of the gourd canyon and pointed to the blood light, "The suppression of this land by the power of the ancestors must be broken so that we can have a chance to be rescued." ”

"Without further ado, let's move quickly."

"But these wounded soldiers ......" Babat looked sad, and looked at Mu Qian with some pity.

"Let's send a mission."

Bite! System Prompt: Successfully accept the mission 'Withdraw', help the bandit army move their positions, dodge the next wave of undead attacks, and try to help every wounded soldier in difficulty.

Note: If more than half of the wounded soldiers die, the mission fails.

"For this experience and plot completion." Wild Hunter sighed.

Mu Qian clapped his palms and lifted his spirits: "Everyone is active!" Mu Zifeng, you have the strongest organizational skills, and the task of deploying personnel to help the wounded soldiers will be handed over to you! Xiansheng, Linglong, and Cheng Li went to help him, and Xiaohong and I were on guard against the movement of the army of the undead! ”

"Good!"

Several people shouted, Mu Zifeng complained in his heart, 'The boss is lazy', and immediately entered the state and began to run around in this position.

His organizational ability is definitely not covered, let's just say that Qianfeng Studio, Mu Qian made arrangements in the general direction, and Mu Zifeng took the lead in implementing everything. Qianfeng has been able to develop so far, and none of the core members have been pried away, which is definitely the greatest credit to Mu Zifeng!

He is the cohesion of the latent front and one of the several flags in the true sense of the word.

Soon, the bandits pushed away the bones behind the position, supported and encouraged each other, and headed towards the endless Olin Mountains.

Mu Qian and Hong Lingjin said that they were broken, but they were soon called over by Mu Zifeng, and they picked up two wounded soldiers who could not move, and followed behind the continuous team.

At this time, less than 1,000 bandits survived......

There was no time to clean up the corpse of the robe, too late to sort out the dry food and resources stained red with blood, and too late to say goodbye to this piece of Gao who had shed too much blood.

The continuous line was long and long, and Mu Qian's six people were scattered in the front, middle and back, cooperating with Babat to constantly encourage and cheer everyone.

"Alas," said Hunter Hunt, looking at the bones of the ground doused with fire oil, where the five iconic towers had been toppled and where the oil came from. When arranging the wounded soldiers, Mu Zifeng had already had people splash the fire oil on the bandit army barracks.

The first hunter muttered: "It's really exciting to follow the boss, this kind of plot is rare in a hundred years." ”

With a shake of his hand, the fire fold was thrown out, and he didn't use the boar, because he felt that would be disrespectful to these NPCs who died in battle.

Whether it's a real or virtual character, if there is blood flowing, there will be emotions to circulate, probably.

"Rest in peace, let's go."

Disheveled! The flames swelled, the breeze blew, and the flames, fueled by the oil, burned in all directions.

The black gas that was rolling in the distance was gradually blocked by the fire, and it was unable to invade for a while. This may be the only thing these flesh and blood can do for the surviving robes......

The army walked on the path of the mountains and forests for several hundred meters, and the road that Mu Qian could usually walk in ten minutes became a little bumpy and difficult to walk at this time.

Mu Qian and Hong Lingjin, who fell at the back of the line, turned their heads from time to time to look at the position of the high ground, where billowing black smoke was rising, which was obviously different from the black qi of the undead canopy. It wasn't until the wild hunt accelerated past the wild boar that they withdrew their gaze.

"This fire! I guess I'm going to urinate at night! ”

Hong Lingjin hurriedly said: "Then don't drink water when you go offline, don't forget that I live in the bed next door to you!" ”

"Go, I'll make an analogy!" The wild hunting world suddenly glared at him, in front of the boss, can you give him a little face for his brother!

Jumping off the boar's back, the hunter came up to help the big sword swordsman carry the NPC with only one square of blood bars left, with a flattering face. "I'll come, let me come boss, you must be tired after killing so many undead before."

"Hmm." Boss Mu's landlord habit reappeared, and after transferring the wounded, he walked beside him with his hands behind his back easily.

Ahead, the rhythmic humming sound of the two bandit army members who were walking attracted Mu Qian's attention.

He took two steps up and asked, "What are you humming?" Is it a song in your army? ”

"Yes, Warrior!"

The able-bodied robber swordsman was a little nervous, and the bandit archer with an open wound on his calf laughed: "Warrior, this is a poem on our steppe, which was later changed into a ballad, and everyone usually likes to sing it." ”

Mu Qian nodded and said with a smile: "Can you teach me?" ”

"Very simple tunes, of course."

"Is there a name?"

"No, warrior, you can get one for us."

Mu Qian smiled and agreed, reaching out to grab the injured bandit's other arm, and also listened to the two NPCs start to sing slowly in his ear.

"A patch of wildflowers on the prairie that witnessed the death of the gods

The wind that is far away is farther away than the far away

My piano sounded and my tears were gone

I return this far land to the grassland

One is called wood and the other is called horsetail

My piano sounded and my tears were gone

In the distance, only a field of wildflowers condenses in death

The bright moon hangs high above the grassland like a mirror, reflecting thousands of years

My piano sounded and my tears were gone

Riding a horse across the grassland alone ......"

They were bandits without faith, and if the content of the song fell on the ears of the defenders, it could cause criticism and even war.

Gradually, the ballad went farther and farther, and the long line and the depressed NPCs joined in the humming, making the mountains reverberate with a faint melancholy tune.

……

Note: This poem is "September" written by the poet Haizi, and the inappropriate quotation is very inclusive.

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