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Shout!

The ivory of the installer's small magic jet rushed out, making precise access to the hole above Smai Station. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

"No response?"

The Rhine warriors are inexplicable, and Ryan is even more confused, and he wants to use this to capture the No. 1 transit station?

Time is like a thorn of steel, tormenting the ass of the Rhine.

What Smai hates the most is thundercloud weather.

In the No. 1 transfer station, the remaining Smai soldiers made a brief tour and returned to the cave.

They don't like the cave either, but the treatment here is very good, more than seventy silver coins a month, which is considered the top income in Smye City.

The most important thing is that this money is from Emerald Ridge.

Being on duty here is completely about sleeping and picking up money.

There is no need to worry at all, Smaicheng can transfer soldiers at any time, and he will burn high incense if he doesn't look for those robbers.

Appearing here, the symbolism is even greater.

In such weather, you should huddle in a cave and sleep beautifully.

Burst!

"What's that?"

The two Smai soldiers gathered around the mammoth fangs that burrowed in.

Enemy attack?

No, which wants to find death.

"What's going on?", Smai Warrior was angry at the Pig Warrior on the periphery of the inquirer.

"It's a tooth that accidentally fell in!", Pig's warrior replied cautiously, a high concentration of alcohol dripping out from between his teeth, and the rich smell of alcohol made Pig's eyes light up.

Every orc is a lover of alcohol, especially high spirits.

"This is mine!"

"I found this cask!"

Several Pigs argued before suddenly hearing another pop.

Another tooth of the same kind came in, and a few Piggs rushed over.

"Bullshit!"

It wasn't alcohol that came out, but a pungent and unpleasant smell of sulfur that spilled on the arm and itched and stinged.

"Don't go out and see what's going on yet!",

The Smai warrior glanced at Pigs with contempt, these gluttonous guys were useless.

"Looks like something is coming down again!", one of Pigs cried out happily, red as an apple.

Boom!

The fruit fell from the sky and rolled for a while.

Bang!

Before the cheap Pig Warrior could figure it out, he was instantly pierced through his throat by the spike of the exploding fruit, and before he died, he faintly saw a spark blooming in the center of the fruit.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!", the Pig warrior shouted at the top of his voice, nervously put on his armor, and rushed towards the exit.

Boom!

Like a fiery serpent flying at the exit, the flames surged towards the ground like a tidal wave.

The high concentration of alcohol and liquid sulfur were solidly stuffed into the underground passage.

Flames emanated from the ground into the air, mixed with red mud like a volcanic eruption.

Even a hundred steps away, you can feel the rising heat underground.

Ryan looked at the oily corpse of Pig's burn through the bump crystal, frozen in place.

He had imagined that what Li Zhenshu provided would be powerful, but only when he really saw it could he understand what tremor was.

"Launch all the mammoth's fangs. ”

"Throw the virus!"

"Inventory the battlefield! Leave no one behind!"

Ryan commanded the battlefield in an orderly manner, slaughtering to be exact.

There was no frontal battle at all, and all that was left was the harvest was after throwing all the contents of the corpse chariot into the underground tunnel.

"A Smai corpse!", the Rhine robber said simply, and the long knife directly cut the throat of the other party.

The smell of alcohol, sulfur, and the smell of barbecue that can't be concealed!

Skeletons charred corpses, moaning everywhere.

"Do you want to live?", the price of Smai's slaves is not low.

"The boss said that if you don't keep one, the corpse can be sold for money!", these fainted creatures, glad that they did not feel the pain of death.

An hour, perhaps short, but enough to finish a war.

Ninety percent of the soldiers stationed there died in the burrows, and only a handful ran out along the underground high-speed tunnels, but those didn't matter much.

"The Mammoth Corpse Chariot is divided into ten squads to clear the stronghold left by Smai in the wasteland!"

The transfer station has been controlled, and the task assigned by Li Zhenshu has been completed.

The golden lion understands that Li Zhenshu wants more than that.

In order to control this area, it is necessary to clear all the secret strongholds.

Nolan looked coldly at the dozen or so broken soldiers.

Desertion is a shame for the beasts, but the news they brought back made the councilor's face pale.

The transit station is lost!

Didn't even figure out who made the shot!

Before the deserters could report clearly, the news of the capture of Transit Station 1 by the Golden Retriever Rhine bandits had already spread through the city.

"Those golden-haired brutes!", Nolan said fiercely, but it was the idea of the little nobles who had escaped from the Rhine and dared to fight the city of Smai.

She wanted to annex the two transit stations, but she didn't think that the other party would strike first.

The soldiers deployed in the No. 1 transfer station are all reserve troops, so it is not surprising that they are lost.

But an hour was too fast, and she didn't even receive a distress signal.

If it weren't for the eerie thunderclouds, the Smai warriors wouldn't have curled up in their burrows.

Nolan frowned, how could it be so coincidental.

The rare thunderstorm weather in the wasteland is completely controlled by these Golden Retriever Rhine.

The operation was extremely well prepared, and after occupying the transit station, more than 30 strongholds were swept away non-stop.

And the messaging is inevitably too fast.

Nolan had ten thousand questions in his stomach, but none of them mattered now.

The most important thing is to recapture the No. 1 transfer station, not only because of the share of tens of thousands of golden hooves on the Emerald Ridge, but also because of the authority of Smai City.

When does a robber ride on the head of an orc.

Nolan knows better that the transit station has become a springboard for Si to enter the main wasteland.

Without this staging station, it means that the Smye have lost control of the wasteland.

All the work was lost, and she didn't allow it.

"Gather the sacrificial procession, Pigs, I'm going to make those golden retriever brutes pay!",

The high-speed machine that entered the palace in Smai City was crazy to operate and move.

Black and Silver Armored Pig Warrior, Refined Pig Knife and Axe Hand, Hundred Striped Steel Shield Warrior.

The Smai Sacrifices, who were rarely seen in the temple, were also joined by these Pyg Legions.

Tens of thousands of Pig warriors!

Like a wild beast out of its cage one by one, a loud cry echoed over the city of Smai!

The merchants watched the group of Pigs warily as they walked past Smye Strasse with their heads held high.

Little did they know that after so many years of training for Pigs, the Smye would finally form an army of warriors.

Smai is a natural sacrifice of the beast clan, and the sacrificial geniuses emerge in an endless stream, and the only weakness is that he does not have his own exclusive warriors.

Now that Pig's training has taken shape, it has made up for this shortcoming, giving Smai the ability to occupy a place at the top of the orcs.

Before the strength of the Pyg Legion could be gathered, a group of scattered soldiers fled in a panic towards the city of Smai.

These soldiers, who had just lost their stronghold, sought comfort like lost dogs.

"Iron Monster!"

"Slaughter Machine!"

All sorts of words came out of the mouths of these soldiers.

Through the gap exposed by the city gate, I already saw a row of behemoths, slowly moving towards Smai City.

Rhine stood in the center, and he wanted to bind the power of the beasts firmly in this great city.

"Pigs?" Ryan couldn't help but laugh.

Not contempt, but confidence.

Rabindranath Tagore, Bull Head, Rhine, Typhin, and Bell are the races that are truly rich in cutting-edge warriors.

Pig, apart from his size, has no conditions for being a warrior.

Ten thousand pigs, even if it was another hundred thousand, he would tell those Smai that it was nothing more than a pile of papier-mâché racks.

Nolan stared at more than three hundred Golden Rhine, the number was very small, but the momentum suppressed tens of thousands of pigs.

The fall of the Smai transit station drew attention to the city.

The tribe of golden lion robbers actually attacked the idea of the city of Smai.

For so many years, except for the Human Legion, there has never been a team that dares to appear so openly at the foot of Smye City.

Especially robbers.