Through the artifact of creation, Tamil saw many things that others could not see, such as the power of the world, or luck.

Under normal circumstances, the power of the world is calm and prosaic.

They are like the surface of a small pond, where the occasional small stone falls, or a small fish jumps out of the water, causing ripples and then quickly calming down.

Now, the power of the world is furious, intense, almost condensed into substance.

At the very center of the banner, the power of the world condensed into a whirlpool, and it was two whirlpools, one up and one down.

It's like two gears rotating in opposite directions, rubbing thousands of sparks all the time.

This is the overthrow of two worlds, the collision of two civilizations.

The power of the world of the other world pierced into the Titan continent like an awl, and found a place to stand here, and the orcs of the other world immediately landed here, and then stabilized the space and expanded the territory through the props given by the gods, and encroached on the surroundings step by step.

As the guardians of the world, Tamil's only mission is to crush them and destroy their banners and strongholds.

It's just that it's easier said than done.

The place where the banner stands is scorched earth in all directions.

This is the land that the orcs are all too familiar with, the breath of home, but for Tamil, this is the outward manifestation of the erosion of the power of the otherworldly world.

The orcs immediately noticed the arrival of the enemy, so the soldiers and horses in the camp with the flags fluttering moved, and a group of main battle troops pushed to the direction where Tamir was.

Under Tamil, the ancestor of the dragon clan snorted, his golden vertical pupils narrowed into a line, and the strong killing intent condensed into a straight line and rushed to the opposite side.

Airplanes......

A faint energy light curtain lit up at the edge of the camp, and the killing intent immediately turned invisible.

The ancestor of the dragon clan is indeed powerful, and at the end of the last war of the gods, many gods were torn alive.

However, it was for the sake of leisure, coupled with the help of the power of the world.

And now, the enemy has the right place and the right people - at least in the camps.

The Dragon Ancestor turned his head and looked at Tamil.

"The area ahead has fallen and is no longer our land. There is the world power of the Beast God World, and our people will be suppressed when they enter it, and their strength will be greatly reduced. ”

Tamil is also aware of this.

The world will of the two worlds is wrestling, and neither of them can draw the strength to obliterate the opposing unit, but suppression can still be done.

It's like a fish going ashore to fight the beasts, and the beasts going into the water to fight the fish.

Unless the artist is really bold and can go to the moon for nine days, it is all an act of giving people heads.

If you want to uproot the enemy's banner, you can only advance step by step, and use human lives to pile up and fill it.

The other party exhausts the strength of a world, just like a teapot pouring dumplings, and this point in front of him is not all of the other party, not even the tip of the iceberg.

The Tamils, on the other hand, brought with them the most elite air cavalry in the kingdom.

Most importantly, miracles abound on the continent, and there is only one guardian of the world, Tamil.

Not only that, but there will also be many creatures who will be bewitched and deceived to help the gods and demons outside the territory build altars and collect sacrifices.

Like those Caucasians.

Looking at the camp of the orcs, where is there still the shadow of the Caucasus, I don't know if it was used as a snack by the orcs or a flag.

"Stupid!"

Tamil spat out the word, and immediately bought an Eternal Spear, and with a flash of light in his hand, the Eternal Spear instantly turned into a meteor and shot forward.

The birdmen and bats that had just risen into the sky in the orc camp were immediately smashed out of a huge transparent hole.

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Through the artifact of creation, Tamil saw many things that others could not see, such as the power of the world, or luck.

Under normal circumstances, the power of the world is calm and prosaic.

They are like the surface of a small pond, where the occasional small stone falls, or a small fish jumps out of the water, causing ripples and then quickly calming down.

Now, the power of the world is furious, intense, almost condensed into substance.

At the very center of the banner, the power of the world condensed into a whirlpool, and it was two whirlpools, one up and one down.

It's like two gears rotating in opposite directions, rubbing thousands of sparks all the time.

This is the overthrow of two worlds, the collision of two civilizations.

The power of the world of the other world pierced into the Titan continent like an awl, and found a place to stand here, and the orcs of the other world immediately landed here, and then stabilized the space and expanded the territory through the props given by the gods, and encroached on the surroundings step by step.

As the guardians of the world, Tamil's only mission is to crush them and destroy their banners and strongholds.

It's just that it's easier said than done.

The place where the banner stands is scorched earth in all directions.

This is the land that the orcs are all too familiar with, the breath of home, but for Tamil, this is the outward manifestation of the erosion of the power of the otherworldly world.

The orcs immediately noticed the arrival of the enemy, so the soldiers and horses in the camp with the flags fluttering moved, and a group of main battle troops pushed to the direction where Tamir was.

Under Tamil, the ancestor of the dragon clan snorted, his golden vertical pupils narrowed into a line, and the strong killing intent condensed into a straight line and rushed to the opposite side.

Airplanes......

A faint energy light curtain lit up at the edge of the camp, and the killing intent immediately turned invisible.

The ancestor of the dragon clan is indeed powerful, and at the end of the last war of the gods, many gods were torn alive.

However, it was for the sake of leisure, coupled with the help of the power of the world.

And now, the enemy has the right place and the right people - at least in the camps.

The Dragon Ancestor turned his head and looked at Tamil.

"The area ahead has fallen and is no longer our land. There is the world power of the Beast God World, and our people will be suppressed when they enter it, and their strength will be greatly reduced. ”

Tamil is also aware of this.

The world will of the two worlds is wrestling, and neither of them can draw the strength to obliterate the opposing unit, but suppression can still be done.

It's like a fish going ashore to fight the beasts, and the beasts going into the water to fight the fish.

Unless the artist is really bold and can go to the moon for nine days, it is all an act of giving people heads.

If you want to uproot the enemy's banner, you can only advance step by step, and use human lives to pile up and fill it.

The other party exhausts the strength of a world, just like a teapot pouring dumplings, and this point in front of him is not all of the other party, not even the tip of the iceberg.

The Tamils, on the other hand, brought with them the most elite air cavalry in the kingdom.

Most importantly, miracles abound on the continent, and there is only one guardian of the world, Tamil.

Not only that, but there will also be many creatures who will be bewitched and deceived to help the gods and demons outside the territory build altars and collect sacrifices.

Like those Caucasians.

Looking at the camp of the orcs, where is there still the shadow of the Caucasus, I don't know if it was used as a snack by the orcs or a flag.

"Stupid!"

Tamil spat out the word, and immediately bought an Eternal Spear, and with a flash of light in his hand, the Eternal Spear instantly turned into a meteor and shot forward.

The birdmen and bats that had just risen into the sky in the orc camp were immediately smashed out of a huge transparent hole.