"Open the gates!"

On the high wall of the West Wall Fort, a dwarf lieutenant let out a dull shout, and several dwarf soldiers hurriedly turned the winch behind the door, clicking, and with the crisp sound of chains, the heavy white steel city gate slowly opened upward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In front of the fortress, the Stone Wastes are home to an army of over 1,000 players, led by old friends who hold aloft the banners of the Rock Collar and Twilight's Blade.

The palatable palatable holy warrior, Long Yan.

Smiling elven druids, winged winds.

Next to the Guild Legion, the 'Nordasil' people and horses also rarely gathered.

The bard Ren Qingwu led the team, assisted by Takekawaichi, Barasa, and Todak, and the following are the members of 'Fingertip Quicksand' and 'Soul Haunting Dreams'.

Of course, the aces of the team, the female red-robed Jiemi, the shadow thief Lalala, the Luskan warrior Qianfan, and the female mage Karinshan Xingshen, also appeared in the crowd, and they had a good relationship with each other, talking in a low voice from time to time.

"Alright, let's go to town!"

"We're going to be here for a while."

Ren Qingwu waved his hand and led the people of Nodashir to lead the city into the city, with Long Yan and Yifeng leading the members of the alliance to follow.

"Tsk, such a majestic city, easy to defend and difficult to attack." Takekawa looked up at the high walls of the fortress, "I don't know how Charles fooled the wild dwarves." He always had a way anyway. ”

"Built against the backdrop of a mountain, and with many defensive weapons, of course it is difficult to attack."

There was also a great deal of interest in Charles' diplomatic journey.

"Welcome, allies."

The dwarven general Barn personally greeted the player legion, and the leaders gathered in the supreme castle of the West Wall Fort, which is halfway up the mountainside, and the outline of the inside of the fortress is presented beyond the entrance of the castle hall.

Charles walked in through the side door, and the dwarven general bowed to him and said, "Until the end of the war, you were the lord of the Westwall Fortress. I, along with the 2,000 dwarven inhabitants of the West Wall Fort, and the 500 dwarven warriors, are at your command. ”

"General Barn, don't be nervous, the Wild Dwarf and the Feathered Serpent camp will stick to the West Wall Fort together, and the group of people from the Witch Camp will attack here only after their heads are pumped." Charles laughed.

As night falls, a celebratory ceremony takes place inside the West Wall Fort.

The laughter and laughter continued from the supreme castle on the mountainside to the main road inside the fortress, and the music played by the minstrel poets echoed in the night sky, and the dwarves fought wine and gladiatorial fights.

The tower of the supreme castle.

"It's been a hard time for you."

A soft voice came from behind, and Charles withdrew his gaze from the brightly lit fortress below, glanced back at the visitor, and smiled and stretched out his right hand holding a crystal goblet, "Cheers first." ”

Clang......

The two wine glasses collided in the air, and Ren Qingwu raised his white neck, like a lonely swan, and drank the red wine in the glass, and two bright blush appeared on his cheeks.

Charles also drank his empty wine, and continued to turn his head to look down at the fortress on the ground, his expression calm.

Ren Qingwu walked to him and stood still, the wind was very strong in the high place, the wind was blowing, the poetess's long hair was flying, she put a few strands of hair in her ears, and the wind brought her soft voice, "Where are you going next?" ”

"There are no plans for the time being."

"The Godslayer Alliance won't just give up, you and I know that group very well." The corners of Charles' mouth curled.

"What can they do in the current situation?" Ren Qingwu's eyes showed a hint of mockery, "The last piece of the West Wall Fort has been filled, and now the Feathered Serpent camp has compressed the Witch Fly in a very small area, the Thorn Fort is garrisoned by the Emerald Sword, the Green Crystal Fort has dual swords, and the West Wall Fort has the Twilight Blade and the Wild Dwarf...... Where can they break the game? ”

"There may not be no gaps in the next child."

Ren Qingwu lost his voice.

"Those madmen of the Godslayer Alliance, why don't you dare? If they want to turn the tables, they have only one way to go......"

"You mean......" Ren Qingwu pursed her lips, still a little unconvinced.

"Well, I'll remind Dorothy to strengthen the defenses of the main station later. Their 'Dark Seal' is responsible for the security of the base camp, and I don't want to be taken to the lair. Charles shrugged.

……

In contrast to the convivial atmosphere of the West Wall Fort, somewhere in the M'Hair jungle, a makeshift camp hidden among tall trees, has a solemn atmosphere.

In the middle of the night, an ascetic quietly came to the camp of several hundred people.

"Alliance Leader!"

In the tent, several high-ranking members of the Godslayer Alliance saw the human warrior monks, and their faces were happy, as if they were waiting for a savior.

The dervishe's outfit was tattered, but his eyes were bright and bright.

He looked at a few of his men and minds, and finally his eyes fell on Brother Zese Kyle.

"Kyle, I heard you met with him?" The dervishes asked.

"Yes......" Kyle was both embarrassed and resentful about what happened the other day, "At that time, he had just taken Castle of Thorns, and I led a team to raid him, but I was tricked into an aether labyrinth, and it took me most of the day for the team to escape. ”

"I'm late."

The dervish sighed, "However, it was worth the wait, I finally cracked the ruins completely, and got the ancient relics I wanted, and there was an unexpected reward." ”

"With those two pieces of equipment, I have the confidence to fight him!" When the dervish said this, his eyes flashed with a strong battle intent that was like substance.

When the Godslayer Alliance heard this, they were overjoyed.

"Alliance leader, did you really get it?" Kyle couldn't believe that the ruins had been explored a month ago, and the Godslayer Alliance had put a lot of effort into it.

The dervish smiled, and with a thought, a snow-white human arm bone appeared in his right hand.

The arm bone is a whole arm, and the wrist joints are connected to the muscles, and the appearance is ghostly, but if you calm down and perceive it carefully, you can find that the arm bones exude a quiet Zen all the time.

This is a special ancient weapon for warrior monks, nunchucks, [****'s arm bones]!

After looking at the attribute map of the ancient weapon, everyone in the Godslayer Alliance was even more excited.

"What about the other piece of equipment?"

"It's a pair of boots...... "The dervish monk deliberately sold a pass, pointing to his feet, different from the shabby cloth clothes on his body, the boots on his feet are full of ancient elf style, and the back of the boots are inlaid with golden wings, which seem to be activated, swallowing mysterious energy fluctuations between exhalation and inhalation.

"If the alliance leader can fight against that person, our plan will be perfect!" Everyone said.

Referring to the situation on the battlefield, the ascetic sank his face and said, "The plan is imperative!" ”

"The aboriginal Quetzalcoatl is under the control of the Witch and the Ancient Serpent Warlock, so we just need to concentrate on the player."

"Successfully capture the Quetzalcoatl base camp and take off their territory flags, and we're in for a turnaround!"

In the second half of the night, the members of the Godslayer Alliance hidden in the jungle gathered and set off.

Before leaving, the dervish met with important figures from the witch camp.

A black-robed aboriginal said to the dervishe, "Go with confidence, even if Margaret, the Quetzalcoatl Hostess, comes, I will stop her for you." Your mission is to occupy ......" (To be continued.) )