The red light of fire swept through everything within five meters like a pouring into the sea, like a falling star descending on the earth, gasping for the last light and heat. From the hot waves came a heart-rending scream, from high to low, the thickness of the flames. Lu chewed and took the life of an adventurer wrapped in flames. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The killing sound continued, the firelight dissipated, the pungent scorching stench and the pale black smoke rose together, and Lin Qing's figure slowly appeared in this scorching hell.

With his right arm across his face, Lin Qing covered his body. Body, wisps of green smoke floated from the black power suit on his body, his long hair was dry and curly, as if he had been thrown into the furnace, he lowered his back, and tried his best to hide behind the Yin soldier paper armor in front of him, and the tall Yin soldier paper armor was unrecognizable, the face armor that served as the head was nowhere to be found, the battle armor was damaged in many places, and the whole body was burning with flames, paper yellow. The color gradually turned to charred black, and I was afraid that it would be burned into a pile of ashes.

"Ahem, the situation is not good, we have to find a way to escape!"

Lin Qing spat out a mouthful. The hot breath, looking around, the adventurer team was devastated. Sub-thin shooters with the only way. The division had been steamed dry by the flames and poured dryly at Lin Qing's feet. Burn, if it weren't for the timely summoning of the Yin Soldier Paper Armor to block the flames in front of him, and then using the cold and cold Hades True Qi to protect his whole body, Lin Qing would also die on the battlefield like a charred corpse on the ground.

In addition to the adventurers in the center of the team, the other adventurers are also struggling to arrive. Resist, the beast-like Trug Nu in front. Break with the orcs. The bad ones are wreaking havoc with axes, and the goblin orcs in the rear are approaching step by step, and the lurking orc hunters are taking the daggers in their hands from time to time. Reaching the throat of the adventurers, the orc shortbowmen and goblin wolf riders were also constantly harassing with arrows, and the pressure on the adventurers' team increased greatly, and half of them fell within three minutes.

"Comrades-in-arms, gather around me, let's rush out!"

Lin Qing raised his spear, and the sound was like thunder, overshadowing the noisy shouting and killing on the battlefield, conveying the words to every adventurer who was fighting hard, and in an instant, three emerald green acid rays were aimed at Lin Qing.

As if a poisonous snake squirted. The lethal venom that was shot, the blue-green acid passed through the battlefield full of gunsmoke and fell on the paper armor behind Lin Qing, like a red-hot soldering iron soaked in cold water, and the rays composed of acid that could dissolve gold fossils touched the flames. The burned paper armor, a large green acid mist steamed, and the paper armor that seemed to collapse at the touch blocked the three acid rays, except for the fire in the chest that was slightly extinguished, it didn't seem to have suffered much damage.

This runic soldier manifested by the paper runic art of war can be compared to a two-star weapon, especially after this batch of worship and paper-cutting. The paper money after the female blessing has spirituality inside, and it is in line with the true qi of Lin Qing's underworld, and the paper rune art of war is a three-star spell, and the steel toughness of the rune soldiers is no less than that of the three-star weapon, and it is not a problem to block these acid rays, if it were not for the four fireballs that exploded nearby at the same time before, this Yin soldier paper armor would not have been damaged so seriously.

Ignoring the shaman's attack, Lin Qing waved his left hand, and three more yellowed paper armors made of paper money appeared, all of them with swords and shields in their hands, tall and stiff, standing like steel, through the gaps between the armors, they could be seen to be so empty that they were hairy. Bone. Frightened. natural space.

With a bang, the paper armor strode forward with their shields, and their postures were as regular as they seemed to be carved out of the same mold, and they advanced in the direction where the adventurer team came. Burnt headless paper nails are also pulled. With the long sword at his waist, he strode to the shield wall composed of three paper armors like a flame god of war, and fought the orcs with flames all over his body, and his movements were much smoother and faster than the three brand new paper armors.

"Come with me, kill !!" , Lin Qing followed behind the three paper armors, the spear in his hand was as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, and lit blood flowers on the throats of all the orcs who stood in front of the paper armor, and at the same time kept shouting to gather the scattered adventurers around him, and integrated the team to seize that glimmer of life.

The adventurers gradually moved closer to Lin Qing, each adventurer was the elite of the wandering adventurers in Deep Rock City, in such a chaotic and dangerous battlefield, they naturally understood that the more they united their limited strength, the greater the chance of survival.

These three brand-new paper armors are all Lin Qing's talisman soldiers with a three-star strength of the paper rune art of war, and only one of them has Lin Qingshu attached to it. The remaining two of the two-star ghosts purchased were all manipulated by Lin Qing with his mind and instructed as one, and the creation of these four paper armors has cost Lin Qing's reward points nothing, and the two-star Yin Soul is still bartered with the remaining two-star cards in Lin Qing's hand.

Although the cost is very high, but now these four paper armors have made a great achievement. The burned Yin soldier paper armor charged forward, and the flames on his body could not burn it for a while. Sharp weapons for help, headless figures struggling in flames, death knights like resurrected in flames, orcs dodging the burn. When the flame is hot, it is even more necessary to overcome the fear in the heart when it is burning. The goblins in the path of the Burning Yin Soldiers' paper armor often dispersed in a panic, and the orcs also hesitated, not wanting to face the evil that could control the flames. Demon.

The shield wall of three papier-mâché armors seemed to be stronger than the fortress forged by the paladins, these papier-mâchés were tireless, fearless of damage, the slashing battle axes fell on the shield with only a white mark, and the arrows only splashed sparks on the body, and under the cover of the adventurers behind them, no one could stop the firm pace of these papier-mâché runes that cost 1250 bonus points alone.

With Lin Qing as the center, the adventurers on the battlefield huddled together behind four paper armors, defending against attacks from the orcs behind them, and the orc goblins who cleared the way in front of them, they moved slowly, slowly but firmly, and after paying nearly half of the casualties, the situation seemed to have stabilized and developed on the good side.

If it weren't for the more than twenty adventurers behind Lin Qing who volunteered to stay, the situation would have been a different story.

More than 20 bold barbarians and knights with the idea of justice stopped the dangerous Trug Nu. Er and the orcs are high-level broken. The bad ones, they were all warriors who stood in the front row with the holy warriors, and no one responded when Lin Qing gathered the team, and those orc elites with an average rating of two stars were dragged by these warriors, using their bodies as shields, until death.

"This war...... I've got to win! Lin Qing looked back behind him, the barbarian's tomahawk and the orc's tomahawk collided together, but the barbarian wrestling with the orc was killed by several half-breed Trug Nu from behind. In the middle of the slash, the knight's sword stopped the orcs who tried to break through the barrier, but the shaman's acid rays pierced the eyebrows, and these steel-cast warriors roared and fought with the orcs to the last drop of blood, but did not leave a single tear.

"You cannot escape death, and in war no one can escape the will of Moak......"

Under the totem, six Moak shamans spit vague curses, and they surround the coarse. Strong totem flag, raise the bone stick in his hand, in the generation. After a twelve-time snap on the totem of Moak, the shamans opened their eyes and pointed their bone sticks at the adventurers who had broken out.

"Let me sound the mourning drum for you in the place of Moark......"

All the sounds in the ears of all adventurers dissipated like foam. The symphony of instruments, the deafening shouts or the shouts of encouragement, all silent, as if they were all gone. Extinguish in this hollow dead silence.

A pair of huge eyes slowly opened, and it hung in the distant sky, high above the sun and the moon.

The color of blood occupies every inch of the eyes, its pupils are gathered by deeper blood, and the scarlet color surges with boundless piercing killing intent, like Wang. Like the ocean, it expresses more cruelty in the waves of blood. The desire to endure blood, to kill. Killing, war, destruction.

A majestic and shocking voice sounded, as if it were a proclamation from the sky:

"Mortal, I grant you death."