Chapter fifty-nine begins

However, in this battle, the flickering magical light on the warriors does not change anything, nor does it mean anything.

In Sioux City's eyes, the realm of the dead was clearly doing more and better than the Orthodox Cross Diocese in the two major categories of pre-war intelligence and prediction, which also gave them an overwhelming advantage in this battle.

In terms of equipment, as long as the gap in the quality of equipment between the two sides is not too huge. So in a battle of hundreds of people, although equipment is important, it has never been an important part of determining the victory or defeat of both sides.

The only thing Sioux City was curious about now was the true purpose of the Undead Realm's slowing down the pace of battle, and the true function of the blood curtain in the sky - at least he wouldn't believe it, it only had the effect of artificially creating night for vampires to move in the sun.

Of course, on the surface, these hundreds of high-end players with enchanted equipment all over their bodies seem to be an unstoppable and powerful force. But Sioux City clearly understood that the current realm of the undead had obviously prepared for this situation.

Even before the war began, perhaps by successfully exploring the movements of the Orthodox Cross diocese, or by analyzing the patterns of action obtained during the battle, the Realm of the Dead had predicted and calculated the reaction of the Orthodox Cross players, and waited for the prey to jump into the trap with its own cleverness.

On the contrary, the players of the Orthodox Cross Sect did not disappoint, jumping into the trap cleanly, and thinking that they had seen through the opponent's attack plan, and now was the time to fight back.

What made Sioux City even more speechless was that after these players killed a few insignificant undead creatures and dozens of undead realm players who were at a loss, they actually had a look of victory in this battle.

Of course, Sioux City doesn't think it's a bad thing to be passionate because of your dedication. But in his view, their commanders should at least keep the excitement under control, rather than adding fuel to the fire to keep their excitement further confident.

However, as if to refute Sioux City's idea, the muscular man's sword pointed to the center of the basin, to the haze where there were constant waves of explosive gas, and the shouts echoed in all directions like thunder:

"Rush!"

The next moment, the high shouts that kept coming into his ears gradually faded away, and one by one, the heavily armored warriors wrapped in enchanted light rushed violently, the warriors roared loudly, and the sound of footsteps like flat thunder stopped the clouds, and in the explosion of magic, they raised the enchanted weapons in their hands, letting the magic light shine in the dust.

Hearing the news, the undead creatures poured up from all directions, the weapons of both sides clashed with each other, the sound of metal clashing incessantly, the huge chain hammer and the enchanted greatsword collided with each other, the black scythe and the white spear clashed, the sword and the spear, the knife and the halberd, everything was splitting non-stop.

Suddenly, several clouds of magical light scattered from the sky, dazzling and dazzling, temporarily blocking Sioux City's vision. Only narrowed his eyes slightly, he still silently recorded the qiē in front of him.

He knew that this was an opportunity for him to judge his strength, an opportunity for him not to take the risk of challenging high-level creatures, nor to waste a lot of time estimating the number of body picks, but only to note down their movements and compare them, and then judge his own strength.

As time passed, the dark blood canopy became darker and darker, and the sky was full of dust that had been swept up by the wind and fire, and even the slowly rotating blood ball became blurred in the dust.

The sky is slowly changing, and the battle on the ground is coming to an end.

I saw the heavy armored warriors who were flying in their feet flexibly crossing and moving, and the group tactics of the three-person group were almost perfect, and between the swords and swords, they tacitly surrounded and killed the enemies who tried to hinder them.

And in this kind of smooth flow of war like a wheel, no one in the realm of the dead, whether it is NPCs or players, is its unanimous enemy. Countless sharp wheels were like hot knives cut through butter, crushing the resisting creatures along the way, leaving only a dense mass of broken corpses and blood-colored footprints as neat as printed.

Stepping on the rancid black blood of the undead, cutting off the bloody body of the undead, the heavily armored warrior covered in black blood crushed towards the center of the battlefield.

Watching their imposing figures fade away in the dust, Sioux felt the shaking of the earth slowly weakening. He raised his eyes to stare into the distance where the sound of battle had come from, and only then did he sigh slightly and turn away the way he had come, until the silver armor of the last warrior was gone.

He knew that he had to escape with the people in the tavern before the high-end players of the Orthocruciate fell into the trap, and he had to be a little faster, even if the players of the Orthocrucian parish showed unexpected combat effectiveness.

After all, their advantage at this time, in Su's estimation, can only be maintained in the very beginning of this period. He even thought that maybe in less than half an hour, the high-end player army, which had hundreds of people, would die without a single one.

This is still his most conservative estimate.

Pursing his lips, Su Cheng silently raised his head, no longer looking at the bloody corpses on the ground, nor at the increasingly fierce battle behind him. He just hid in the smoke that swirled around him, and ran calmly and quickly to the tavern.

In fact, who would abandon a plan that, in their opinion, was about to succeed and that would not be in any danger in anticipation because of the speculation of an unknown player?

Not to mention those experienced high-end players, even ordinary players, when faced with this situation, there will only be more doubt than trust, so Sioux City has no intention of doing such a thankless task.

And this matter is no longer something that can be changed whether he participates or not, or whether he reminds him or not.

The results of this battle had been written in the military council of the Realm of the Dead long before it began.

Irresistibly-

Pushing open the crumbling door of the tavern with one hand, after seeing the little Robin sitting obediently on the ground in a daze, Su Cheng finally felt that his tense spirit was slowly relaxed. He beckoned to the crowd who were frightened by the sound of the door being pushed open, and said briefly, "I see the battlefield players of the Orthocrucial Sect, they are now charging towards the center of the battlefield, even if the main force of the realm of the dead was once at the edge of the canopy, unless they give up this battle, it is impossible for them to still be there as guards." ”

was stunned by the latest battle situation in Sioux City, but the blue bear quickly reacted, lifted the blood-stained spear on the ground with one hand, and also pulled up the little Robin who was still in a daze, and walked silently towards the door without asking too much.

And this is quite strange in Lavin's eyes.

After all, in the small talk just now, Blue Bear gave him the feeling that he was a typical young American, confident and assertive, which was quite a contrast with what he appeared at this time.

Of course, LaVine was only puzzled, after all, he was also a young American, and he was one of those who had no opinions.